#some of these are sappy and sad

[aclosetfan]

Heyyyyy, how are you doing? I hope you are doing well and life gets better and better with each day for you. just saw your post with your H/Cs about the girls. I was wondering if you have some of the boys too?? Maybe something you haven't mentioned before, and/or would be unexpected to some fans.

Btw, you are probably my favourite writer in the fandom. I usually don't re-read fics but Until Do Us Apart has my heart, ksjdhhdgghj. You can't imagine how much I cried when I first read it 😭 When I find it, I will definitely read it again (when I have free time).

Bro ngl, forgot i wrote that (AGAIN), re-read it, and after i got past all the typos i missed and fell into the story, i was like WHAT!? I couldn't have written that! Like who?? Me?? That was too sad. too heartbreaking. I hate it. I want five more stories just like it. thnxs!!

here's the link so everyone can be sad too :) just ignore all the fucking typos

lmao anywayyy! Three h/cs for our fave boys. I've forgotten what i have and have not mentioned, so if these are just repeats, sorry in advance. Like with the girls, my headcanons don't vary often! Once I've characterized them, they're pretty much characterized lolol

Brick:

On paper, he's not a good leader. He's condescending, bossy, lazy, and the biggest asshole, but where Blossom needs a plan for everything, Brick is quick on his feet and doesn't mind Boomer and Butch straying from the plan. He doesn't direct every action, and because he's better at taking shit in stride, his brothers are also better at acting independently. By contrast, Bubbles and Buttercup are well-trained and don't act until directed, which drives Brick up a wall. He's definitely an "I told you what needs to be done, so figure it out already" macro-manager.

Boy band/girly pop junkie, but he'll go to the grave before anyone finds out, except everyone knows. He's bad at hiding it. He claims all the k-pop shirts he owns were bought as a joke, but his spotify is linked to Butch and Boomer's, and they know how big of a swiftie he is. (or like in-universe equivalent lol)

He's depression barbie all the way, which isn't a new h/c I just want to reiterate that mentally he's not doing well and is a gremlin about it. His brothers routinely remind him that he does, in fact, have to drink water.

Butch:

If not for him, his brothers would have killed each other by now. He's not any more responsible than the other two, but he is a grounding figure. He has, overall, earth-sign-middle-sibling energy. He's the one who remembers to take out the trash, not because he wants to take out the trash, but because the trash just needs to be taken out, and he's standing there anyway. This headcanon is actually hard for me to convey with words. Basically, he's the one keeping the trio together. Good second-in-command guy.

Sure, Brick broods and Boomer whines, but Butch is the brother staying up at night yearning for something a little bit more than the life they've got. I think he'd be the brother most easily persuaded to "go good," not Boomer like I've seen. He likes his reputation as the big tough monster of the trio, but a small part of him knows it's all just a front and that he'd like to be respected as a person. With that in mind, it's easy to see how he could be angry angry angry. He's stuck, he wants more, he's doing what he's made to do, he loves his brothers, he wants to leave them, he feels directionless, lost - - - might as well workout to distract himself, maybe start a fight.

planes, trains, and automobiles bbbyyyyyyyyy. Autism be damned, my boy can work an engine (both real and of the model variety)

Boomer:

i feel like i've already said everything I've got on this kid haha, but I don't think I've mentioned that, like Bubbles, he's good with small creatures, but where she focuses on the cute ones, he's obsessed with rabid raccoons and fucked up looking opossums. He has an opossum hidden in his bedroom named Trashcan. Also very interested in Bugs(tm).

Went through an "emo" phase, except he was a total poser about it, which caused considerable tension between him and Brick (goth boy extraordinaire), and wore bad eyeliner. Then, immediately after, went through a surfer boy phase, then a cowboy phase, and then a, well . . . basically, Boomer's always trying to find himself because he doesn't think Himself is good enough (he hasn't had his Kenough moment yet), and is desperately seeking other peoples approval.

Boomer may not know who he is quite yet, but to his brothers, he is crinkly-eyed smiles, breezy laughs, warm hugs, and cold hands with an innate ability to make them feel like they're people worth loving. He may not like it, but he's the baby brother through and through.

[embrace-your-illithid]

hungy

[mo-ok]

A little over halfway there, heres every hero I've met so far

❤️💙💛 a very brief and deeply serious word about every season 🩷🖤💚

( x x x x x x x x x )

Denziman: Scooby Doo but the dog is kind of an asshole 10/10 tits out Kenji Ohba

Goggle V: the most standard, normal sentai you will ever watch 10/10 lemme just red ruby beam that for u real quick

Dynaman: YUME WO KANAETE 🧨 DYNAMAAAAAAAAN 10/10 im fully convinced the black clone technique is just a thing Junichi Haruta can do

Bioman: this show is about ONE THING and thats MIKA JUN YABUKI 10/10 sexual lady saturday

Changeman: im not ok thanks for asking 10/10 im eating glass over this show

Flashman: OOF. OUCH. OUGH. 10/10 this one hurts

Liveman: OOF. OUCH. OUGH. 10/10 friends how could you

Fiveman: anyone that says this is the worst one hasnt actually watched it 10/10 sibling teachers save me. Save me sibling teachers

Dairanger: best suits in the franchise 10/10 dont let his baby face fool you that boy is ripped AND shredded

Kakuranger: 30th anniversery ending dance 10/10 silly ninja show is very very good actually

Carranger: red racer x Zonnette otp otp otp 10/10 let your kids play outside or else they'll become cops

Megaranger: they were just kids man they shouldnt have had to deal with all that 10/10 show me the silly man in the shiny jacket please

Gingaman: you know what? Maybe i WILL throw myself on the ground and lie in the sun for a while 10/10 kuro kishi Hyuuga

GoGoV: Matoi is there have you met Matoi he's a wanker bastard and i love him 10/10 killing the dad with hammers

Gaoranger: if you wanna feel like sentai is being beamed directly into ur brain watch this one 10/10 oh my god. Oh my god.

Hurricaneger: this one is a BL in disguise 10/10 Yousuke x Ikkou 4eva

Magiranger: some of the best monster and mech designs in the franchise 10/10 i love this magical family with my whole heart

Boukenger: my go to recommendation tbh 10/10 adventure for treasure boukenger START UP 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

Gekiranger: KEEP MOVING. DONT MAKE ME STOP. 10/10 if you want plot and character progression watch this one

Go-Onger: now THIS is super sentai 1000000/10 you should watch rpm as well. Watching both increases the enjoyment 1000%

Kyoryuger: dancing dinosaurs. Very good. You agree 10/10 otp confirmed after 10 year wait

ToQger: OOF. OUCH. OUGH. 10/10 just watch it dont look anything up just watch it

Zyuohger: most misunderstood and overhated season tbh 10/10 the characters are meant to be like that. Its kinda the central theme of the show. Stop being mean to Misao

Kyuranger: my first sentai 🥰 10/10 houou soldier is a change dragon reference

Kiramager: if Boukenger doesnt catch ur fancy this one would also be a good place to start 10/10 i'll take outdated meme for 100 thanks Grant

King Ohger: in a word? Ambitious. 10/10 you can go to the quarry. As a treat.

Boonboomger: TBD ❤️💙🩷🖤🧡💜

[quicksweetdreamer]

Dead boy detectives got cancelled

I genuinely want to cry over the news, I had hope… the idea that I’ll never see the boys in any new episode ever again is heartbreaking…

But I’ve already seen a few people saying that now, season 2 gets to be whatever we want, that it belongs to the fandom now and I want to thank those people for bringing some positivity into this sad situation.

And I want to thank all of you actively participating in this fandom.

Everyone who writes fanfictions, who created/participated into Painland week, who draws fanart and comics, who makes edits, posts, who interacts in any way… you are all fantastic and you are a balm on my bleeding heart.

I’m grieving a show and characters that became so important to me in such little time. But I know there are still many wonderful people that love this fandom as much as I do (if not more) and that are there to stay for quite some time, that aren’t abandoning ship because of the cancellation.

Netflix let us down, but I’m glad this show happened even if it died far too quickly, because it meant so much to me and because it gave me this wonderful fandom.

Cry because it’s over if you must, I know I will, but also smile because it happened.

[mamawasatesttube]

fucked up that there aren't more sappy fluffy tender emotional t4t smut fics in the timkon tag. must i do everything myself

[plutoenjoyer]

jooyeon — sleepyhead

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genre: fluff 𓇬 wc: 1.7k tags: female reader, established relationship, making out, napping, playful banter, not proofread as usual warnings: none

summary: you stay late with jooyeon at the studio, and you can't help that he's so fun to mess with (lovingly). notes: this was meant to be a part of the "jooyeon randomly biting you" wip but it ended up getting too long and becoming its own thing. now with 100x more reader being cheeky and him being an absolute sucker for it!

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jooyeon invites you to the studio with him if he plans to do some solo practice. it's nice to have some company while he strums away at his instrument for hours, and of course, you don't mind one bit. it's already hard enough to find time to meet with both of your busy schedules, so you'll take any moment of comfortable, quality alone time with him. not only that, it really is a treat to get to see him practice. you think his voice is beautiful, and the gentle lull of his instrument (today, he felt like acoustic guitar) almost always put you to sleep while you're sitting in the corner of the room with his jacket over you like a blanket. it's like being gently guided into a deep sleep, and by god you needed it considering how overworked you were almost all the time. it's warm and safe. you're out in no time.

jooyeon's just about to wrap up when he checks the time. 11 pm. he did not mean to go this late. the other members had waved a goodbye to him what feels like just a moment ago, but in reality it was about two hours. and then he remembers, oh yeah my girlfriend is here, and he's about to ask you if you're ready to head out when he sees your eyes shut, slumped peacefully against the wall.

he feels bad that he made you sit and wait so long. truthfully, he was just so into an idea for a potential song that he lost track of time. he very gently puts the guitar back into the case and gets up, approaching your sleeping figure. he tries his best, for once in his life, to be quiet so he doesn't disturb you. he crouches down onto his knees, resting his cheek against his arms as he looks at you. if anyone were to walk by and see his face they could tell just how in love he was with you.

god, you're pretty. too pretty, the thinks to himself as he watches the way your soft lips are slightly parted as you breathe. he never thought in his twenty two years of life he'd ever care about such a thing but here he was, head over heels for a girl who can't stop biting him.

(and he wonders how you're even able to sleep in such an uncomfortable position. doesn't that hurt your neck?)

gently he taps your arm, and when you don't wake up he grabs your wrist and shakes it a little harder. you were tired, but not tired enough to be able to sleep through that. soon enough you were trying to blink the moisture back into your eyes after having such a good nap.

you slur your words with a small groan of displeasure, "mmn ... joo, are you done ... ?"

he hums in agreement, "mhm, yeah. i'm sorry it took so long." he smiles a bit at how your hair is messed up on one side as you squint at him, trying to readjust to the light.

it would be pretty easy to just stand up right now and grab your things so you both could go home. your bag is right there. but instead, the menace that you are, decide to wrap yourself up tighter in jooyeon's jacket and rest your head back against the wall. you catch the faint smell of his cologne on the jacket as you snuggle into it again.

he looks at you with an unamused pout. "hey."

"just ... mmmfive more minutes ..."

"god, and i'm the sleepyhead?" he scoffs at you, "we gotta go, y'know."

bantering with him was starting to wake you up but you were weirdly comfortable in a way, and taking the fact that you also liked to cause problems for him into consideration, still didn't get up. "you're just mad i napped without you." you don't hide your languid smile.

he decides to convince you with a cheeky remark, "i'll give you a reward if you get up."

"like what?"

"hmm ... how about a kiss?" he slightly sticks out his tongue, trying to give you a playfully flirty expression. his eyebrow raises at you suggestively.

silence. you open your eyes solely to give him a look of disinterest and slight disapproval.

"you could at least go along with it," he whines. but truthfully, he knew that wouldn't work. he's already onto his next mode of convincing. what's the next key to your heart if not for him?

"we can make instant noodles if we get back in time before bed."

by now you're fully awake and shoot him a scrutinizing squint from your unmoving position against the wall. "the buldak or the shin ramyun? choose wisely."

"hmmm ... buldak."

this sparks your interest. "good choice," your tone reflects your immediate approval, "okay, just help me up first," you make grabby hands at him to signal for him to come closer and pull you up. he rolls his eyes at your enthusiasm for the food rather than his affection, yet even if you act silly and intentionally stubborn he still does everything you ask him to just to make you happy.

and happy you are, because he falls right into your trap. before he can lift you up, you grab him by the arms with unexpected force and he almost falls on top of you if not for his quick reflexes. he has both hands on the arm rests of the chair that you're in, hovering above you just inches away from your face. he looks at you in surprise as the adrenaline from the reflexes kicks in.

you grin. "i lied, i want the kiss." you squeeze your eyes shut and purse your lips into a comedic duck-lipped, kissy face. it doesn't last long because after you feel nothing, your eyes flutter open, already giggling at how dumb and annoying you're acting. he looks like he cannot fathom how you're acting right now.

you think he's not going to do it and begin to shift your body up and out of the seat, but you're stopped half way.

"you are so frustrating, you know that," he reprimands you with a slight growl before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. it's clear he savors the feeling despite how he feigns annoyance. you can't ever let him know he caught you by surprise and how your stomach does a flip, because he would never let you live it down.

after a moment you regain your composure (the best you can mid kiss), exceedingly satisfied with how quickly he bends to your will. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him further into you, indulging in the feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours. he has to steady himself by pressing his knee into the seat, right between your legs and he makes a little noise into your mouth out of surprise. you just can't help yourself if he's going to be that cute. you know that he knows this, and how that aggravates him as someone who claims to be the epitome of manliness.

what was supposed to be a quick peck turns into something more—suddenly he is hungrier for your taste after being provoked so much, turning it into an open mouthed kiss and then a slow, heated make-out session on the well worn armchair of the studio. it's hot. his breath mingles with yours. despite your consistent teasing you are more than willing to melt into his touch. your heart races at the feeling of him searching, wanting more from the heat of your mouth at such a slow and sleepy pace. you quickly feel your face heating up, following his move and willing to give him whatever he wanted from your lips. your hands roam around the expanse of his back and it feels like this moment could last forever.

as soon as you part you look at his love-stricken expression, eyes half-lidded and giving you a crooked smile as he presses his forehead into yours, breathing heavy. his lips are little swollen and pink in the aftermath. you can't help yourself from smiling too, gently running your hands through his hair and twirling bits into your fingers with a satisfied hum. your first thought was that he was so beautiful, and so, so sweet. being with him was thrilling, even if you were doing something as silly as making out like teenagers skipping class.

you're looking at his face like this is the last day you'll ever see it, just admiring how gorgeous he is. he giggles and you feel the faint breath on your cheek. "what?" he gives you a toothy grin, his voice low and raspy and delirious as if he was drunk on your taste alone.

your voice comes out small yet so in love, "'ts nothing. i just like you." which is just scratching the surface of how much you really felt about him.

he looks deep into your eyes, roaming throughout the specks of light that swim through your irises, gives you one last quick peck. "i like you too."

you smile. you know that no matter how silly or stubborn you are he would always be by your side. even when you refuse to get up and he has to coerce you to, even when you spontaneously can't get your hands off each other. you realize the mushy feelings that are bubbling in your throat and threaten to come out as happy tears. in order to break the tension, you joke, "can we still make instant noodles?"

and he laughs, and you feel the warm vibrations against your body, "yes. we can still make the noodles. promise no veggies though."

finally, the two of you get up from the armchair and he's cheesy about it. he grabs your hand, pulls you up into him and spins you. you're always ready to be silly and sappy with him, so you make sure to make a show out of it, all while snickering about how gross it all is. and finally, you make your way home. you think about how good the ramen is going to be. you think about how good it feels, right now, to walk home with him, hand in hand in the cold air of night.

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[flynncorvus]

Voxxy, My Child.

I was listening to a sad song okay. Don’t judge me. (CW: Minor Swearing and like a Mini Rant) (CW: A very heavy StaticMoth shipper. If you don’t like it, leave) [I’ll compliment other ship art, like RadioStatic. I even read “Radio Healed the Video Star” on Ao3; good thing, please look; but my OTP is my StaticMoth babies.]

This man has taken over my life, him and Valentino. I’m actually pretty proud of this, I haven’t been able to draw Vox in awhile, but I stuck through with it and I was able to do relatively okay! It isn’t like my other drawings, when I just turn it purple, so that’s amazing. (It’s still a little purple, but fuck that shit) Please, I have been surviving off of Character AI for so long now lol- Mostly just doing shit like where the character I play just bursts into Vox’s room, scolds him for being a workaholic, and tucks him into bed. Because the man needs sleep I swear- Side note, I head-cannon that Vox hates caffeine, but he drinks it to stay awake. Valentino loves sugary stuff, and Velvette drinks it black (Because of course she does, she’s our queen) I swear, I have a need to pump out a ton of shitty art for The Vees. StaticMoth art, Solo art, Duo art, and of course; the Trio art. I have the urge to draw them sleeping, with Valentino using his wings as like a gigantic blanket. Oh! One more thing. I head-cannon that both Vox and Val hate people touching their broken antennae, because sensitive, but they allow their close friends/families to touch them. So like only the other Vees. That’s fun. Please, please, please! Drop off your head-cannons and random rants here, because I love reading them, and I’ll love reading yours!

[gommeboi]

happy birthday deku!!! i love you so much!!!! 💚💚💚🥺🥺🥺

[the-bi-space-ace]

Sometimes I think about how people on here really don’t know how much they mean to me. How their casual kindness has brightened my day. How their thoughts and opinions are valued and heard.

I just want to say that I’m really happy I made this account and started writing for this fandom and I have found so much joy doing this and that will always be partly your doing. So… Thank you.

[holographic-mars]

Hey!! I just fell down a TMNT rabbit hole that led to mentions of your “President Dad” AU, but I couldn’t find it anywhere to read. Do you still have it posted anywhere?

HOLY CRAP TMNT MENTION /POS

Okay I’m so sorry to break your heart but unfortunately President Dad AU never really took off besides a couple of art pieces here and there. I did write like one or two little one-shots of scenes I was planning along with a vague outline of a fic, but never posted them bc I never really saw President dad getting anywhere (which is very unfortunate bc I really loved president dad au, I’ve never made an au before so I was very proud of that one) also because I really really lack creativity to make anything out of it.

A wonderfully creative and talented person @violetvulpini made a LOT of art for my AU if they still have it up. They inspired me a lot, we did a lot of brainstorming and back-and-forth to come up with ideas, so a lot of my stuff was built off of our discussions as well as others in the server. In fact, they made a president dad au compliant fic on AO3 that I highly highly recommend you read (read the whole series actually just read all their stuff)! It was always more their AU then mine and its nice knowing that Aden was able to turn my half-baked ideas into something more. (it’s been a while, I’ve lost contact with a lot of friends from the tmnt fandom. It makes me a little sad and I feel guilty reaching out after so long, I think the fear of being forgotten makes me scared to say anything so I’ll be okay with where I am as long as they remember me for who I was ykno? Anyways, rambling)

Crap so! Anyways! Please check out Aden’s works and I could sift through what I have, along with old brainstorming ideas, and maybe post them if you and others are interested :))!! I had no idea my AU was still,, I guess, thought about? I feel so melancholy for the tmnt fandom it was such a good home to me and I was not good during my time in it and I wish one day I can get back into the fandom and reunite with the people I care about.

[jokersfangirl84]

Words Get In The Way

A Frankie Morales x Reader Fic

Chapter One

Pairing:. Francisco "Frankie" Morales x Female Reader

Summary: You and Frankie Morales have been best friends for a couple of years. Over time your feelings for him have deepened but you're unsure of how to tell him due to the fear of him not reciprocating. He comes over for your usual Friday night dinner. This is the night you are planning on making your confession. But... there is an obstacle. Someone else in the picture....and he has his own news he has to break to you...

Word Count: 4700+

Rating: M. There’s a little bit of spice, a few mentions of cock & pussy & sexual innuendo but it’s all being imagined. It's all mostly fluff. There is profanity but nothing filthy. I'd still advise being 18+ before reading.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse (female mistreating male). A bitchy girlfriend. Bullying. Some vulgarity. A couple of F-bombs.  Heartbreak. Hearing bad news. A little sadness and thematic elements. A few spicy scenes where you have fantasies.  No actual sex.

Author's Notes:  I feel like I made this a little sadder than anticipated. There is still sweetness, humor, spice (just a little), fluff. There is one character who isn't very likeable. I’ve worked on this for 2 months. I finally mustered up the courage to post it. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it & it leaves you wanting more. I hope it leaves you intrigued. Also, no offense to anyone named Erica. I only chose it because I have known a few people with that name who were....let's just say....not so nice.

Side Note: I LOVE me some Frankie Morales, Pedro Pascal's character in Triple Frontier. I chose him because I feel like he would be perfect to have as a male best friend & who would protect you & take care of you. Plus the character's whole look is perfection.

Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! I hope you enjoy!

Feedback is welcome!  

Reblogs are loved and appreciated!

Chapter 2 coming soon!

Below are the links to Chapters 2 & 3! Enjoy!

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It was Friday night, and your closest guy friend Francisco "Frankie" Morales was coming over for your usual weekly hangout. It had become a ritual: dinner, a movie, and conversation, and always at your place. The dinner menu was routinely his choice. This week his request was homemade spaghetti and meatballs with a side of garlic bread. When he mentioned it, you were relieved, as it was one of your favorite and easiest meals to prepare. You considered it your "specialty".

  You were in your bedroom finishing getting ready when you heard sizzling sounds coming from the stove. Making a beeline for the kitchen, a sigh of relief escaped your throat as you noticed your homemade sauce had not, in fact, boiled over. There were only a few drops of condensation that had fallen onto the hot stove burner.  As you stirred the sauce lovingly you were pleased with its bright crimson hue; its scent a delightful mixture of tomatoes, basil, garlic, and onions, its consistency thick and perfect. The homemade meatballs you had added were soaking up the tomatoey richness beautifully.

"Exquisite!  He will love this" you said as you took a taste test.

After checking the noodles, putting the bread in the oven and setting the table, you opened a fresh bottle of Merlot, pouring yourself a glass. Your cheeks were already flushed, and not just from the alcohol. You felt this way each time you heard Frankie's voice, saw his face, even hearing his name made you fall to pieces. Your heart fluttered at the times he looked at you with those deep dark eyes of his, flashed his incredible Joker-esque smile, laughed at one of your silly jokes or memes, even when you knew he was only laughing because you were.

You thought back to the day you two had your first meeting. Your friendship began four years ago when you had met him in a crowded bar. Some young blonde-haired, blue-eyed drunk guy kept offering to buy you drinks. While you kept politely declining, he persisted. At one point he even grabbed you, trying to make out.  When you pushed him away, causing him to spill his beer, he became enraged. He threw the bottle on the ground, shattering it to pieces. He raised a hand as if he were about to strike you. It was at that moment when Frankie intervened, seemingly coming out of nowhere, and grabbing the guy's wrist mid-air. He warned him to leave you alone, and when he refused, Frankie threatened to get physical.

"Who the fuck are you?" The drunkard asked, slurring his words.

"I'm her boyfriend"  was Frankie's  response. "That's who the fuck I am.  I don't take too kindly to assholes who put their hands on my girl".

Your girl. Your mind ran circles around those words. That's what you had wished to be from the moment he, a total stranger, had referred to you as such, even if it was for the sake of protecting you from a drunk creep. Especially during the instant Frankie threatened to break the guy's wrist and knock his teeth down his throat after he had called you a bitch. Still fresh in your mind was the look of fury in his eyes, although you could barely see them under his cap, and the sucking sounds slipping through his gnashed teeth caused by his increased breathing.

"I'm cool. Everything is cool," said the drunkard. "I'll leave her alone."  

He put both his hands up and slowly backed away as Frankie loosened his grip on his wrist.

Frankie had turned to you and smiled, introducing himself and offering a handshake, which you accepted. His hand was massive, completely engulfing the small daintiness of yours. You were surprised at how soft his skin and fingertips felt and how they were not at all calloused as they caressed the back of your hand. You were struck by how ruggedly handsome he was and how cute you found the curls sticking out from beneath his cap.

"Thank you", you said to him as you told him your name. "That whole scenario wasn't necessary but I appreciate it.”

"Beautiful name", he responded, taking his cap off, running a hand through his thick hair and putting it back in place. "Of course it was necessary. Guys who think they can treat women any way they want, and get away with it, piss me the fuck off. It's sickening."

Oh my god. I love you and I don't even know you.

A few moments later the drunk guy returned, attempting to  punch Frankie. But he was so sloshed, he missed, and his fist hit your cheek instead. You still cried out though you barely felt anything

"What the fuck!" Frankie yelled. What seemed like less than a second later he balled up his fist, slugging the guy smack dab in the nose, knocking him to the ground. Frankie sat on top of him, punching him repeatedly. The drunk screamed in pain as blood gushed from his nose.  Patrons began to surround the two men, trying to stop the assault.

“Motherfucker! Don't...you...ever... put...your...hands...on...a...lady!" he screamed, saying the words after every punch.

You knew the drunk guy didn't intend to hit you, and you thought maybe Frankie was overreacting, but still you sat on your barstool watching this madness unfold. This man, who you had just met, was assaulting another man because he had put his hands on you.  You were experiencing so many thoughts and feelings you didn't know how to sort them out.

Why is he defending me?  Where did he come from?  Is he always this triggered and violent? Why do I want him to take me into the bathroom and fuck me like an animal?

  The bald, muscular bouncer finally pulled Frankie off the guy, holding him back by his arms.

In no time at all the police showed up, asking the patrons questions about what happened. The drunkard whined like a child and insisted he did nothing wrong as he was helped to his feet by patrons and holding his hand to his gushing nose.

"I was only defending my girlfriend" was Frankie's nonchalant response when the police asked him if that were true. He nudged his head towards you. Police arrested him, which you felt was undeserved. You explained to them what had actually taken place and that he was only protecting you. To convince them not to take him to jail, you tried flirting with the cop who was shoving him in the back of the squad car.

Frankie shot you a confused glare. The fuck are you doing?  He mouthed. 

You winked at him quickly and glanced back at the cop, batting your eyelashes.

"Alright, alright, lady. Stop it", he huffed. "Cut it out before I arrest you too for bribing a cop".   He took the handcuffs off Frankie and pushed him towards you.

"What I suggest you do is take him home, make him sober up, and make sure he never shows his face in this establishment again. If he does, I'll throw him in the slammer myself."

"Yes, Officer. Thank you. I just don't know what I'd do without him" you said, speaking in the most little-girlish voice you had ever used. "He's my whole world."

Frankie gave you side-eye, furrowing his brow.

The cop snickered, shaking his head as he climbed into the car and drove away.

You and Frankie stood in silence for a moment outside the bar, both of you trying to think of the next thing to say.  He kept shaking his hand out, the one that had collided with the drunk's face.

"Do you think it's broken?" You asked.

"Nah. Just a little sore. How's your cheek?"

You had actually forgotten about being hit. "I can't feel a thing."

He grinned. "Good. That pretty little face of yours deserves to be flawless."

You shivered, unsure of whether it was from the cool wind picking up or him complimenting you.

Damn, I knew I should have brought a sweater. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down your arms.

Frankie must have noticed.  He removed his tan jacket he wore over his grey T-shirt and put it around your shoulders. You shuddered; never before had a guy done this for you. He put a hand on your back, guiding you in the direction to start walking with him.

"Come on. Let me walk you to your car."

Once you located your car he opened the door for you, shutting it once you were fully inside. This was also the first time a guy did such a thing for you. You rolled down the window, allowing him to rest his forearms on the door and stick his head inside.

"Would you like to hang out sometime?"  you asked. "I mean, as friends?"

Please say yes. 

"Fuck yeah, Darlin'. I'd love to be your friend." He smiled, his eyes lighting up. You both pulled out your phones and exchanged numbers.

"Text me when you get home," he instructed.  "I don't want to have to kick anyone else's ass tonight."

You weren't sure what exactly it was about you that made him so protective over you, or why. He didn't even know you. Perhaps he was just that type of person. If that were true, you definitely wanted to get to know him better. You turned the ignition and put the car in drive.

"Oh wait, what about your jacket?" You asked before pressing the gas pedal. "Would you like to have it back?"

"Nah. Keep it," he said. "I like the way it looks on you."

You still had that jacket. Sometimes it was used as a blanket instead of the dozens of blankets you owned as it gave you the warmth that they couldn't. Sometimes you wore it when you hadn't seen him in a while and you were missing him dearly, or when you needed to feel secure. His scent still lingered in the fabric.

The sound of the oven beeping made you snap out of your flashback, your eyes shooting open, looking around, trying to figure out what just happened. You hadn't realized your eyes were closed and that you were smiling. You always smiled when you thought about first meeting Francisco Morales. Sure, almost getting assaulted by a drunk stranger wasn't exactly a fond memory, but finding a new best friend was. A male best friend who treated you and knew you better than most of your female friends. A guy who was aware of what kind of mood you were in just from seeing your expression. A guy who knew all your likes and dislikes, and knew what made you laugh and what made you cry. You knew from the moment you saw him, although a little rough around the edges, that he was a good person with a heart of gold.

Frankie was the person you called when you had been out drinking too much and needed a ride, or when your car broke down. What he was doing never mattered; he would always drop everything and come get you. The distance was never an issue. If you were sick, he was always there to take care of you.

Your feelings for him had deepened over the years. He was on your mind day and night, consuming your thoughts. You wanted to be more than friends. You always imagined being the girl on his arm, spending every waking hour with him, sleeping in the same bed, cooking him breakfast, making his coffee. Although, there were a few nights he stayed when you asked him to come over because you had a fear of being alone after watching too many murder shows. Ever the gentleman, he always slept on the sofa.

Never were you intimate with Frankie, but boy was the desperation vehement. You wanted so much more than the occasional pecks on the cheek, hugs, and playful slaps on the ass he gave you. You constantly thought about how it would feel to have his lips touch yours, and every inch of your body, feel his breath on your skin, feel him inside of you, run your hands up and down his back, scream his name, have him talk dirty to you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. You had been wanting for so long to tell him your true feelings but the worry it would change your friendship status stopped you.

Your phone began playing "Thank You For Being a Friend", the Golden Girls theme song. Frankie was calling you.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in 15 minutes or less. Can I bring you anything?"

His voice always sent shivers down your spine.

 “Just your amazing self.”

"Okay Babe," he said with a giggle. "Oh, by the way, Erica is coming with me".  

Fuck. You let out a long, annoyed sigh.

"No, Babe. Don't start that shit. You know I have to bring her."

His voice became deep and serious, knowing you were not fond of her.

"You don't necessarily have to."

"Baaabbbe...." 

 "Alright. Fine. If she's nice, I'll be nice".

 He let out a small laugh. "Fair enough. See you soon".  Click.

Fucking Erica. Erica was his girlfriend of six months, with whom you did not get along. She was loud, obnoxious, self-centered, always made snide comments about your cooking, the decor in your apartment, and your taste in fashion. You tried to be nice to her but it seemed like that bothered her even more. You thought, maybe she was only jealous of your relationship with Frankie, which was a question you had asked him several times.

"She's jealous of everyone", he told you. "Don't take it personally."

You leaned against the counter, downing your glass of wine in one large gulp and pouring another. It took all the liquid courage you could get to deal with Erica.

The doorbell rang. You finished setting the table and ran to answer the door. 

Frankie stood in the doorway, his hand pressed against the brick frame. Wearing his usual jeans, black hiking boots, light blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; a few undone buttons at the top, with a faded red T-shirt underneath and his signature cap, your heart fluttered when you saw him. You loved how his beard was thicker than usual; the grey ever so discernable.

Oh damn! Why must you look so good!

"Hey Babe!" He greeted you with his arms wide open, wrapping you in a bear hug. You adored these hugs; they made you feel safe, warm, loved. He smelled delicious and clean, like fresh lavender and chamomile.

"Damn you look beautiful", he said, stepping back and looking you up and down. "New dress I assume? What's the occasion?"

You were wearing a mint-green short-sleeved sweater dress, black flats, and small emerald earrings with a matching headband.

You shrugged. "I thought I'd try something different than the usual leggings and over-sized T-shirt".

"Maybe that's what I like," he grinned, his eyes darkening.

You playfully slapped your hand on his chest. "Oh you, stop it!"

You both stood in silence for moment, staring at each other. He leaned forward, his eyes darting up and down from your eyes to your lips.

Please kiss me!

He pecked you on the cheek instead and turned his eyes to the kitchen. "Is dinner ready? Fuck it smells delicious. I'm starving!"  He flashed a smile and rubbed his hands together as he made his way to the food.

Dammit!

"Wait, where's Erica? Didn't you say she was coming with you?" 

You kept looking towards the doorway, waiting for her to come in. You felt a shred of hope that maybe she decided to skip this night.

"She's still in the truck finishing up a call."

"The longer she stays there the better." You muttered under your breath.

"Hey!"

Oh shit. He heard that.

The sharpness of his tone made you jump. Glancing at him, you saw he was already sitting at the table, a heaping plate in front of him, pointing his fork at you.

"Didn't I tell you to be nice?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Wait-what happened to your face?" You ran over to him, noticing now that he was in better lighting, he had visible scratches on his cheeks and nose, a cut on his bottom lip, and a gnarly purple bruise under his left eye.

"Did she do this to you?"

You reached out to touch his face. He gently pushed your hand away.

"Don't overreact", he said. "It's not what you think. She likes to fuck rough sometimes. That's all." 

"Hell yes I do."

  You and Frankie both looked towards the front door. Erica had let herself in, strutting her way in your direction. Her long, shiny black hair was draped across her cleavage, accentuated by her tight black dress. She had porcelain skin, professionally done makeup, flawlessly sculpted eyebrows, and bright green eyes that contrasted with her plump red lips.

She walked straight over to Frankie, basically pushing you out of the way, straddled him, and began making out with him, sticking her tongue down his throat, moaning the fakest moans you'd ever heard, grinding against him, grabbing his hands and placing them on her ass.

The sloppy sounds of their tongues made your stomach churn. You tried not to watch them and focus on your dinner but it was too much.

"Really?" You said, exasperated.  "At the dinner table?"

  Erica kept her mouth on Frankie's while she put her hand behind her back and flipped you off.

You felt the anger racing through your veins. You kept telling yourself not to let her get to you. You stood up from the table and made your way into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. You kept glancing over at them while you opened the bottle. God, they still were all over each other. Although now Erica had her whole mouth on his neck, sucking on it like she was a damn vampire. He had his eyes closed, a small grin across his lips.

Oh, to be the one doing that to him.

Frankie's eyes caught yours. He could tell you were getting annoyed. "Come on now, Erica, stop," he said, trying to push her off his lap. "Our dinner is getting cold."

"Oh, look what Miss Betty Crocker has made for us, Darling," Erica said as she took her seat. "Spaghetti. How redundant."  Her sarcasm cut through you like the sharpest blade imaginable.  You ignored that comment by offering wine to her and Frankie, trying to be as nice and polite to her as you possibly could.  

"We don't drink the cheap shit," she spat.

You cut your eyes to Frankie, who shook his head at you, his way of telling  you to keep your mouth shut. He knew you were ready to pop off.

"Well....you might not drink it, but I know he does. I know tons about him that you don't."

Erica glared at you. "I could say the same thing. Such as.....how good of a fuck he is."

Frankie dropped his fork onto his plate. He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"Ladies, knock it off," he growled. "How about we have a nice dinner together for once? Is that too much to ask?"

In unison, you and Erica both replied no.

The three of you ate in silence. The only noises being made were your utensils scraping the plates. You kept your focus on Frankie. You watched him enjoy his meal while lazily picking at yours. You watched him stuff meatballs into his mouth, slurp the noodles, and sop up the sauce off his plate with pieces of garlic bread.  He ate like it was the best meal he'd ever had. He kept closing his eyes and saying "mmmm" after every bite.

Oh god. Those slurping sounds made your blood race. You imagined that's what it sounded like when he was eating your pussy. You imagined his cock making those sounds as it vigorously moved in and out of you. He began licking sauce off his fingers. You wanted it to be you he was tasting after his fingers had been inside of you. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning aloud.

The sound of Frankie's cell phone ringing made you snap out of your trance. He took it out of his pocket, glancing down.  "I have to take this. It's work."  He got up from the table.

"Behave, you two," he said, pointing to you and Erica as he stepped out onto your apartment balcony, closing the sliding glass door behind him for privacy.

As soon as Frankie was out of sight, Erica turned her attention to you.  If looks could kill.....

"You and I need to get something straight right now." Her tone was haughty and spiteful. “He is not your boyfriend." She arrogantly waved her finger in front of your face. "He's mine. He belongs to me. I have him."  

She moved her face closer to yours, snarling.  Her green eyes devilish. Haunting. Sinister. You wanted to look away but you couldn't.

"I know you want to fuck him. For that I don't blame you. But it's never going to happen."    She tossed her head back, flipping black hair over her shoulder. "You've been friends for, what now, years?  And he hasn't even kissed you?  Face it, Sweetie. There's a reason. He doesn't want you."

You blinked furiously, trying to hold back tears. You cleared your throat. "You may be right. I might not be the one he wants. I have no idea how he really feels about me." You wiped a small tear away forming in the corner of your eye. "What I do know is that he doesn't want someone who treats him like a punching bag."

Erica clenched her jaw. "I'm sure he'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."

You opened your mouth to reply but Frankie opened the glass door, calling for Erica to come see him for a moment while still holding the phone to his ear. She gave you a look of satisfaction and joined him on the balcony.

Around ten minutes later they both returned, making their way to the table where you still sat. Erica had a huge smile on her face while Frankie looked disappointed. Without giving you a chance to ask what was going on, he turned his gaze to you.

"I have to relocate."

Your eyes widened.

"Relocate? Where?"

Frankie hesitated before answering.

"New York City."

You lived in Los Angeles.  Your heart began to pound.  "New York City?!  Seriously?  What....was your answer?"

"I accepted."

You opened your mouth to speak but he put his hand up to keep you from ranting.

 "I have to do this, Babe. You know I have no choice in the matter."

"Tell her the other good news", Erica piped in arrogantly.

He exhaled deeply. "I'm taking Erica with me." His tone was full of regret.

Your heart shattered like a rock through a window.

Nope. He doesn't want me. I'm not the one.

 "I'm happy for you."  The tears made their escape, flowing like rivers down your cheeks. You put your head in your hands.

Frankie scooted closer to you and put an arm around your shoulder.  

"It's gonna be alright, Babe", he said softly. "We'll still chat every day. I'll text you, call you, video chat, FaceTime, do whatever I can to stay in contact with you."

You shook your head. "It's not the same as having you physically here."

"Babe, I know how upsetting this news is for you. I'm not happy about leaving either. But I'm not your only friend. You'll still have your girlfriends. You can have them over for Friday night dinners."

You jumped to your feet. "But they're not you!" you cried.  "I'm not in love with them!  I don't have constant dirty thoughts about them! I don't want to fuck them!"

Oh.....shit.  You realized what you said as soon as it came out of your mouth. The urge to run into your room and hide was overwhelming. But you couldn't move. You stood frozen by Frankie's darkened gaze. He sat up straight, raising his left eyebrow. A tiny grin formed in the corner of his mouth.

"Excuse me? Say that again?"

You laughed nervously. "I was only speaking out of anger.  I....I didn't mean a word I said. It...it's nothing".

Frankie stared right through your bullshit.

  "Say.....it."

You wiped your cascading tears away. "I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want to kiss your lips. I want to feel your hands all over me. It's all I think about."

His grin grew bigger. "Mmmm...hmmm", he growled. "That's what I thought I heard you say. Tell me more."

"No," Erica said before you could reply. She stood up from the table. "This conversation is over. There is nothing more to be said. We are leaving."

She grabbed Frankie's arm and dragged him to the front door. She stopped in the doorway, turning to face you.

"You're nothing to him," she said to you. "Do you know why he chose me to go with him? Because I'm not a needy, dependent, emotional, sad failure. Did you really think telling him you want to fuck him was going to make him stay?"

Frankie opened his mouth to speak but she put her hand up in front of his face. He flinched, which made you realize there was much more going on in that relationship than just rough sex.

"He hates how reliant you are on him. He likes a strong woman who takes control. He likes a woman who can think for herself. Someone who's not up his ass twenty-four seven."

You kept glancing at Frankie, who's arm was still in her grasp, waiting for him to say something. You knew he could have easily wrangled away from her. You'd seen him grab men twice his size by their shirt collars and shove them up against walls for messing with you. You knew he had to be somewhat afraid of her. Never had you seen anyone or anything make him as nervous as this woman did. He looked at you with sad eyes and shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. He never said a word.

A satisfactory grin snaked across Erica's lips. "Let's go, Francisco."

 She pulled him outside and slammed the door behind her, right in your face.

You collapsed on to the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably into a pillow. That was it, your mind kept telling you. Francisco Morales, the love of your life, was gone. He was on his way across the damn country to spend the rest of his life with some bitch who you knew didn't love him and only used him as a sex toy. You didn't even get the chance to tell him that you loved him. You cried yourself to sleep, thinking the last memory you have of him was his somber face, his remorseful stare, and the fact that you were never given the chance to tell him goodbye.

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In the situation Fox dies, what happens to Marina?

Hi Anon!

Oh gosh, I haven’t given that too much thought, I like thinking of them in the more present sense and not a distant future kind of sense. But I see Fox living a long time in the event of him not being killed or in a tragic accident, and in turn Marina lives besides him until his death. She’d probably be in her 60s or early 70s by the time he dies of old age.

If Fox lives a long time and dies of old age, I think he’d probably make sure she’d continue to be taken care of monetarily, considering I write them to be legally married to one another after being together for a while. But Marina would be heartbroken and mourn him till she dies. It’s unfair in a sense to love someone so much older than you. They eventually die and you’ve got many years to go on without them. 🥲

If Fox dies in a more present sense, like killed off by a competitor, then she would probably be taken as collateral by those who killed him, and would probably be more readily disposed of than if she was with Fox. :( I don’t see her living long if that scenario happens.

If Fox dies in a more present sense like suddenly without any outside factors, I could see her trying to reintegrate into society, but not back into her old life. She would assume a new name and just fade away. She doesn’t want her family to find her, she doesn’t want her friends to find her, she just wants to disappear. I could ultimately see her being more depressed by this option, and she may not live a long fulfilling life as a result.

So best case scenario is for Marina to stay with Fox until he dies of old age. She’d endure a lot from him in the beginning, but he becomes sweet on her in time, and she becomes his companion in life rather than just a pet. :)

It may be sappy, but I just want Ren to be loved, even if he may not deserve it, especially from someone like Marina.

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happy secret samol @genrepainter!

Excerpts and notes from detective Sharp Mollie's investigations into the Sameday case or Diego Flint and Honor Sameday as told by the evidence they left behind

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you know what i was gonna vent post but fuck it positivity moment instead cause whatever is inside of me thats making me sad it can be overruled by the people that still unconditionally love me and i know that and it means everything to me

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