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bookishofalder · 4 years ago

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Catfish & Sunshine

Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader Mini Series

Summary: Frankie is secretly in love with his best friend. Thanks in part to Benny’s shitty horror movie recommendation and stray ice cream, feelings come out unexpectedly during movie night.

Warnings: Language, SMUT, little angst, lots of fluff, poor writer understanding of US military benefits/retirement. WC 8,215.

A/N: I dreamed this up after rewatching Triple Frontier about a month ago (for the plot, of course) and let it sit for a while. Became inspired to finish it off this week and share it with you all-so please let me know your thoughts!

For over a decade, Saturday nights were, for Frankie Morales, usually spent with his best friends over drinks at their favourite bar. When deployed, the bar was instead smuggled whiskey that they shared under the stars, an attempt to imagine they were anywhere other than the current hellhole. As Special Ops soldiers, Frankie and his buddies had been through the worst of the worst together, until one by one they retired or were forced to retire, and then they were back to regular appearances at the local bar, for a while the five of them, then four.

Until Frankie met you.

Had someone come up to him during one of those nights years before and told Frankie that one day he’d be bringing you along to the bar to join him and the guys, he’d have laughed in their faces. But for a while, that was exactly what occurred, until you and Frankie grew so close that you usually ended up making different plans, like going mini-golfing, or lounging at his apartment and watching movies. Not that you didn’t love the guys, all whom you’d met except for Santi as he had been off the grid for just over a year when you and Frankie had met.

It was thanks to the elder Miller brother, Will, that he had even met you at all. Working at the VA office, Will had learned of one of the few retirement perks they had for putting their asses on the line for their country-physical therapy. And you came highly recommended, a star PT who had worked magic over his friends' ailments. Knowing Frankie suffered from shoulder and neck pains, Will handed him your card and encouraged him to book an appointment.

He hadn’t called straight away. He’d popped your card onto his fridge and every day he’d pass by it, consider calling, and then talk himself out of it. Until the pain became too much to bear, his latest menial job just a little too physical for him, causing him to consider using again just to dull the ache. But he’d walked by your card moments later and instead of making a terrible decision he had promised himself he’d never make again, he called your office. Made an appointment with your friendly receptionist, who thankfully had his name already because Will had put in a good word for Frankie and asked that they try and get him in straight away, whenever he finally did call.

Two days later Frankie was standing nervously in the treatment room, looking at a wall decorated with your various degrees and certificates. He was anxious not only because he worried he’d get his hopes up that this would help the pain only to be disappointed, but also because he had no idea what to expect. Years of service as a pilot had made Frankie into a man who planned, meticulously, leaving little in the way of surprises. But he’d reasoned that calling the office back and demanding they give him a minute-by-minute account of what the appointment would be like was probably going too far.

And then you had walked in and immediately his worries morphed into concern over the fact that he required a beard trim, that he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and popped his usual cap on, probably appearing a little gruff. And fuck, he almost couldn’t breathe when you gave him the most dazzling, genuine smile like you were greeting an old friend. You were bright, a rare energy radiating off of you as though you absorbed it straight from the fucking sun, and you were beautiful. No wonder Will had winked at Frankie when he’d handed you the business card.

You were observant, introducing yourself and seemingly sensing his overall discomfort. Instead of launching straight to business, you gestured for him to sit and spent a good twenty minutes casually chatting, pulling information you needed from him while putting him at ease entirely. He learned then that Will had already sung Frankie’s praises, given you the heads up that he was a worrier and even told a few stories that showcased his talents as a pilot.

If Frankie didn’t know any better, he’d think his friend was trying to play matchmaker.

All thoughts of Will Miller, and pretty much every other thing on the planet, vanished the moment you laid your expert hands on to Frankie. You zeroed in on the worst source of pain and slowly worked away, and he could only agree with Will that you had magic hands. He could have died happily right then, as you chatted away and brought him the most relief he’d felt in years. You would pause occasionally to check in with his pain levels and make sure he was doing alright, always asking him to look at you to answer and searching his face as he spoke to ensure he was telling the truth.

The care you gave Frankie in just one appointment was enough to start him falling. And he kept going back, multiple appointments a week that not only had him walking taller, feeling lighter on his feet and reducing his migraines to seldom, but also allowing him to get to know you better. You were the kind of sweet-natured person that cried when you saw a sad commercial, laughed freely to the lamest of jokes, and seemed to wake up on the right side of the bed every day. You were sunshine, literal, tangible sunshine, and Frankie thought you might not even realize it.

Though Frankie had convinced himself early on that a woman as beautiful and kind as you could never be interested in a grouch like him, with his crows' feet and a closet full of demons. The longer he knew you little seeds of hope would sprout whenever he made you laugh so hard you had to stop the treatment just to hold your stomach as you giggled. Or when you’d share something with him innocent enough but, upon reflection, he would think it wasn’t something a normal patient-provider relationship would find exchanged.

But there was the age difference, a decade between you both that, if nothing else worked, would successfully extinguish his hope. He had wondered if perhaps you were just a decent people person, that the friendship he felt was there was entirely one-sided.

Until one day, a few months into coming to you for treatment, Frankie sat waiting for you to come in the room only for you to appear looking entirely unlike yourself. He booked his appointments always for the end of the day, a routine that promised he would get plenty of uninterrupted time with you and the conversation could flow without a time constraint. He had been so surprised that you weren’t grinning as you stepped into the room that he stood abruptly, filling with concern.

When he asked, softly, if you were alright, you didn’t brush him off like he might have expected. You instead looked up at Frankie, your lower lip trembling as your eyes filled with tears, and sobbed unexpectedly. That sound had torn a hole right into his chest and he had pulled you straight into his arms and hugged you close before asking you to tell him what he could do to help.

You ended up explaining that you had come in that morning to the news that a regular patient of yours, an elderly man you’d known the entire time you’d been working for the VA office, had passed away in his sleep. And you’d apologized to Frankie while sniffling and wiping at the tears, telling him you’d held it in all day but couldn’t do that when your friend asked you, and he had been baffled to realize you were referring to him. As your friend.

He had cut off your apology to hug you close again, smoothing your hair gently as he whispered calming words and sentiments to you in Spanish. And though you didn’t speak the language, you had since told Frankie it had done exactly what he’d hoped and made you feel all the better.

After his treatment that day, Frankie asked if he could take you for a drink to toast your friend's life. He waited for you to close up the office, and then you’d followed him in your car to drive over to his usual bar. And you both drank to the veteran who passed, then ended up ordering dinner and remaining at the bar until late, talking even more freely outside of the office. If Frankie didn’t already have it bad for you, that night sure sealed it for him.

After that, you and Frankie began texting regularly, sometimes even calling one another to share a funny story or talk about something in the news. He had joined you for your former clients funeral, his hand rubbing comforting circles into your back before he took you out for lunch, then you’d ended up at his place to watch a cheesy movie, ordering pizza when you both realized there was a sequel that, if it was as bad as the first, you absolutely needed to watch.

And just like that, Frankie saw his life altered completely when you became his best friend.

Currently, Frankie was seated comfortably on his couch, where he frowned at the TV playing a horror movie that you had insisted was supposed to be good, because Benny had recommended it. Considering the younger Miller brother could barely sit still half the time, that was supposedly good enough for you.

You were tucked into Frankie’s side, eyes fixed on the screen until a jump scare had you jerk, then twist your face to press into his chest, because you hated the gory bits.

“Fuck! How does this not scare you even a little, Frankie?” You whined, unknowingly causing Frankie to swell with pride when he heard the note of admiration in your voice. He had started to suspect that the reason movie nights were becoming exclusively scary movies was that you were determined to find one that actually frightened him.

So far, you’d had no luck. But Frankie didn’t mind, because though you were already a touchy person in general, you were especially clingy when you queued up the next horror flick as if you trusted him to keep you safe.

Frankie didn’t reply, his chest rumbling with silent laughter that made you teasingly poke his side. He jumped, because you knew exactly where to aim, then cleared his throat. The scene ended, and he began to extract himself from your grip. “My sweet tooth is calling, cariño. I’m going to get some ice cream.”

You let him go, your head popping up, a big grin on your face, “Can I have some too, please?” And he nodded, smiling at you before walking across the open concept apartment and into his kitchen.

He stretched his back before opening the freezer where he had some bars next to an off-limits pint of Ben and Jerry’s. You had put it there months ago, telling Frankie it was for days when you got together and one of you needed to cry over a bad date. You called it ‘emergency’ ice cream. Frankie considered it to be ‘fuck you’ ice cream, because every time he opened his damn freezer he saw that pint and ended up thinking about how neither of you had been on a date with anyone since becoming friends over a year before, then falling into the same circular argument with himself-that the friendship was too important for him to feel the way he did, that he was jumping to conclusions and maybe you had gone on a few good dates that you just didn’t tell him about, and he was out of his mind if he thought you would ever feel the same way.

“Here you go, Sunshine,” He plopped back down next to you and passed you your bar, watching as you beamed at him widely, the inevitable result of his use of the nickname he’d dubbed you with a long time ago.

He desperately hoped you never realized the amount of affection truly behind that nickname.

Because how could he even begin to explain that you were literally sunshine in his dark life?

“Thank you,” You pulled the wrapper off, glancing at the movie and frowning. “Uhg. Benny promised the one was good! I’m starting to think he only recommends movies if they have at least one pair of tits.” You took the first bite of your ice cream bar while Frankie nearly choked on his own.

Amused as he was whenever you joked about your shared friends, Frankie also loved it when you swore. You were a goofy, happy little thing most of the time and curse words just seemed so out of character for you, pulling laughter from Frankie any time you caught him by surprise. You spent your days around gruff veterans and never seemed to lose any light, no matter how many real horror stories you heard. So whenever you managed to sound so uncharacteristically blunt, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Benny has always been a tits man,” Frankie agreed, and you giggled. He tried to refocus on the movie then, but it hadn’t captured his interest in the least. After a moment, you spoke again and he had to work on not choking.

“What are you, Francisco?”

Your tone was playful, light; Frankie’s head jerked in surprise to gaze down at you and you wiggled your brows, going for laughs. You seemed completely unaware of the roaring in his ears, the visceral reaction your words brought forth within him. You and Frankie had shared intimate tidbits like that before with one another, often during nights at the bar with the Miller brothers. After a few drinks and usually, because his friends knew exactly how he felt about you and tried to steer the conversations into dangerous waters and watch Frankie try to save himself.

Only, Frankie’s friendship with you during the last few months had become...deeper. After the operation Santiago had brought Will, Benny, Tom and him in on, your relationship had evolved. Because that nightmare had reminded Frankie just how dark shit could get in the blink of an eye, and he’d had to do things he thought he was done with when he retired from service. Worse, because they were just civilians using Santi’s connections and intel to rob a drug lord.

And you had no idea what he’d gone through, how hard he’d fought just to get home to you because he couldn’t-wouldn’t-tell you. Yet you still patched him up, physically and emotionally, when he’d come home three weeks later than he’d promised. You held him as he cried and never became angry with him, never questioned him for answers as to why he’d come home with one less friend and a whole lot of mysterious trauma.

After that, Frankie realized he was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.

So a simple, flirtatious little question? Yeah, it really managed to fuck Frankie up.

His friends had sensed the change as well, noticed how you held Frankie up when he felt like he couldn’t stand, how you comforted them all when they got home and cried along with them over Tom, over Santi not coming home even though you’d only met him once, briefly. You held strong for him at Tom’s funeral, which prompted the Miller brothers to tell Frankie in no uncertain terms that he simply could not let you slip through his fingers. If that fucking mission had taught them anything, it was that life was too short and you might as well live it to the fullest.

But the thing was, Frankie depended on you. Your friendship was the one real, good, pure thing in his life. And you gave it so willingly and unquestionably even after what he put you through that there was no fucking way he was risking it by telling you how he felt.

Christ, you even had a spot in his bathroom for your own toiletries, a favourite pillow on his bed for the nights you stayed, a fucking hook for your coat that he installed just a little lower than the other because you were so much smaller than Frankie.

And still, he wouldn’t look at what that might mean because he was afraid, and as much as you seemed to think nothing scared him, the truth was that a gory horror movie, or losing his friend, or even fucking live combat could never come close to the fear he felt when he pictured life without you.

You were Frankie’s Sunshine, and he never wanted to be alone in the dark again.

Aware he was still gazing down at you, Frankie found himself entirely at a loss for words. You didn’t seem to mind, simply waiting for him to respond while taking small bites of your treat. His cock twitched at the combination of your words, the innocent way you gazed at him, because Frankie hadn’t touched himself in quite some time and it didn’t take much to drive him up the wall.

His life with you had become remarkably domestic, routine. You often stayed multiple nights in a row at his place, preferring his company over being alone, and the shorter distance to your office. His spacious condo had one large four-piece bathroom, which meant there had been a few times where one of you was in the shower and the other came in, desperate to use the toilet before their bladder could burst. The shower had a thickly frosted glass enclosure, which provided plenty of visual privacy from both sides, the only indication that someone was in the shower was a very faint tint. This was never an issue until it was.

Exactly sixty-two days prior (not that Frankie was necessarily keeping count of passing time since his last orgasm), you had burst into the bathroom one afternoon unexpectedly. Returning early from your jog because you needed to pee, while Frankie stood in the shower. He listened to you tell him about a cute dog you’d seen outside his building. The thing was, Frankie had expected you to be gone longer, and you were in the middle of a three-day visit that had left him needy and horny because he hadn’t had time alone and yet you walked around in his fucking clothes, slept next to him in his bed, and he needed release.

He was grateful the tinted glass prevented you from having any idea what he was doing on the other side. And he had been close already when you came in, one hand fisting over his cock while the other pressed into the tile wall, and guilt sprang up in the back of his mind because he had been thinking of you as he touched himself. And you were just feet away, unaware and fuck if that didn’t lead him to the edge.

But it was when you had sat down to pee and he heard you give a little moan of relief that Frankie lost it, giving in to the most powerful-yet silent-orgasm he had had in fucking years. Rope after rope of cum, his legs violently shaking, and he’d wondered if he would pass out it felt so good. Then you’d flushed and continued speaking, washing your hands before telling him you were going to put on a pot of coffee. And the guilt Frankie felt was so immense that he vowed right there he wasn’t going to touch himself again. He cared for and respected you too much to reduce you to his graphic thoughts without your consent.

Sixty-two days later and you were testing his limits unknowingly.

“I, uh, I’m not sure,” He replied, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You frowned a little, kitten licking the ice cream absentmindedly. Frankie almost groaned, wondering if you were trying to kill him. “I guess, it depends on the person.” He was never, ever going to admit he was a you man, that your ass, your perfect tits, your pretty little mouth were everything he could dream and more.

He tried to shrug casually, as if indifferent.

“I guess it’s a funny question,” You said after a moment, laughing a little, “I mean, no one asks a straight woman if she’s an ass or cock girl!”

Frankie took a too-large bite of his treat, the cold painful and giving him instant brain freeze but it was just the distraction he needed because seeing your plump lips wrap around the word ‘cock’ might just kill him. He coughed attempting to laugh at your joke despite the brain freeze, and you leaned closer in concern.

“Sorry, are you-ah, shit!” A piece of your ice cream bar, which you’d moved to hold higher as you were checking on Frankie, fell off and landed on your chest, instantly staining the pale pink t-shirt. You hopped up with a noise of discontent, catching the fallen glob and hurrying into the kitchen to toss it in the sink. “Damn it!”

Frankie reached out and paused the movie, standing up and intending to follow you. He took two steps, adjusting his cap as he moved, and then looked up to where you stood at the sink, running your shirt under the faucet. Freezing, he took it the sight of you standing in his kitchen, your shirt removed to run under the water, leaving you wearing yoga pants and a simple white bra. For a moment, he just shut down and stared at you dumbfounded, before internal alarms started sounding and Frankie’s eyes were sweeping over your curves, his eyes zeroing in on the lack of support your bra had, your breasts perky and full and fuck, he had to look away.

He looked up at his ceiling at cleared his throat “You uh, want me to grab you a shirt?” His voice came out much deeper than he was expecting. He hoped you didn’t notice, though with only being able to see your profile even if he did dare to look at you, he’d never be able to tell.

“Can I borrow your big sweater, please?” You asked him, and Frankie nodded as he hurried away, down the hall to grab the sweater he knew you meant from his room. He would have laughed at your suggestion it was his sweater when he barely got to wear it himself anymore, but he was trying to remember how to breathe.

Once out of sight in his bedroom, Frankie took a few steadying breaths before grabbing the sweater off the end of his bed. He was going to subject himself to a cold shower after he handed this to you because you were staying the night again and he could not climb into a bed with you this worked up.

One of the reasons that you and Frankie just worked as friends were your opposite ways of navigating life. Where Frankie was a detailed, meticulous planner, you flitted from idea to idea spontaneously until something landed right, and you seemed to enjoy pulling him along with you as you followed those random whims. And he let you pull him because he trusted you so completely. Even if he would still make a new plan in the back of his mind, it still felt like he was taking chances he never would have without you leading the way.

Planning was Frankie’s way of keeping control. Of keeping himself, his squadmates, his loved ones, safe and secure. After Columbia, where every bit of the plan had gone completely to shit, he’d needed to let you lead more often just so he could feel grounded because he didn’t trust himself any longer. And you had been happy to lead, to test his limits by pushing aside any planning he attempted and pull him from his comfort zone. You had taught him how to grapple with his instincts and his desires, giving him real-world methods to cope, including breathing as he was now.

So focused as he was on his breathing, Frankie hadn’t noticed you had joined him in his room, standing just inside the doorway. If he had heard you, he wouldn’t have spun around abruptly and take two long strides before realizing how close you were, nearly knocking you over as he did. He dropped the sweater when he reached out with both hands to grab your upper arms and steady you, and then he met your gaze.

Frankie couldn’t say whether it was the heat of his hands on you so unexpectedly, or the way you each shivered at the electricity that seemed to pulse from him to you. Maybe it was everything combined, years of friendship, longing and pining and then almost dying in the middle of the jungle only to come home and have you climb into his lap and sob in relief that he was home, and a million other moments in between.

But when Frankie met your eyes there in the doorway of his bedroom, he knew his expression was giving him away completely.

You were looking at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open in surprise, whatever words you were going to say long since lost. And then he saw it, was looking right at you when your expression shifted, no longer the innocent, playful woman but instead, one who was suffering just as much as he was, longing and love and this hunger on your face he’d never seen before.

Without hesitating, without thinking or planning his next move, Frankie tugged you against him and leaned down to slot his lips over yours, taken aback when he saw you close your eyes and stretch your neck up to meet him. When your soft lips connected to his, Frankie trembled and groaned, loving the feel of your body pressed against him, the way you smelled like something tropical, how even with your perfect curves you were so small compared to him. Kissing you was everything he’d dreamed and more.

He wanted to deepen the kiss, taste you, but even as he thought it his mind jumped ten steps ahead and imagined you on his bed and he had to stop himself from getting carried away. With great effort he pulled back, first breaking the kiss and then taking several steps away, panting heavily.

“Frankie?” You were out of breath, confused, and deliciously flushed. He could see your nipples tightened against the thin fabric of your bra, goosebumps along your skin. Just the knowledge that he’d had that kind of effect on you was enough to make him want to cum in his pants right there.

“Cariño, I can’t, I’m sorry,” It was physically painful now, his hard length straining against his jeans, but he was more concerned about you, and how afraid he was to lose you. “I-I’ve wanted to do that but you gotta know, I love you. I’m in love with you.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, instead choosing to look at his feet and rubbing his hands over his face.

You approached him again, just as quietly, taking him by surprise when you spoke from just inches away. “Frankie, look at me,” It was an order, a tone you rarely used but that always worked on grounding him, and he realized you understood he was struggling right now not to break down, terrified he’d fucked up the best thing in his life in a moment of weakness. He reluctantly met your gaze, swallowing thickly as he did.

“I need you to hear me right now, okay? Tell me.”

“I’m listening,” He confirmed, heart about ready to beat out of his chest, “I can hear you.”

“Good,” And you closed the gap between your body and his, pressing your hands into his shoulders. Frankie caught his breath. “I want you to do that again, and I don’t want you to stop. Please, kiss me again, Frankie, because I love you too and I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life than I want you-“

Frankie cut you off, a growl ripping from his chest before he gathered you roughly into his arms and kissed you again, this time quickly swiping his tongue across your lips for permission to enter, and you gladly parted them for him, moaning when his tongue licked into your hot mouth. He slid one hand to the back of your head, his fingers weaving into your hair carefully before he pressed your face to his, needy to taste you more, to get drunk on you. Fuck, you were perfect.

When you whimpered against him, the sound almost lost in his mouth, Frankie moved, walking you back until you hit the wall and crowding you there. He ran his free hand across the bare skin of your side, heat coursing through his veins when you shuddered at his touch, keening for him. He hadn’t realized he was rolling his hips against you, his erection pressed into your stomach until one of your small hands somehow slipped between your bodies and ghosted over the front of his jeans curiously.

“Fuck,” He broke the kiss, this time simply to lower his head and kiss along your jaw, down your neck, “Sunshine, I fucking love you, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, sweet girl.” He licked the column of your throat as he moved to the other side of your face before biting gently. The sound that tore from you was so filthy he groaned again, dropping both hands to grasp your forearms.

“Frankie, fuck, don’t stop,” You were tugging at his shirt, and despite your request, he had to move back slightly to pull it over his head, his bare chest revealed to you and even though you’d seen him shirtless before, the intimacy of this time, of finally being with you after so long, made him self conscious. If you saw anything you didn’t like, you didn’t show it. Instead, you bit your lip as your hands tentatively roamed across his chest, trailing over his stomach lightly enough that he shivered. When you spoke next, you yet again took Frankie completely by surprise, your brows furrowing as your expression became more than just hungry, “Mine.”

You whispered it, but to Frankie, it was like you’d just announced it to the entire world. The possessive edge wasn’t lost on him, no, it shot straight to his core and snapped the final cords of his restraint.

“I should...I need a minute, Sunshine,” Frankie pressed his hands into the wall on either side of you, “I haven’t done anything in a long time, haven’t even cum, I don’t think I can be as sweet to you as I want to be.”

Your lust-blown eyes met his, “Why haven’t you cum?” He could hear trouble in your voice now, the not so careful way you spoke pulling dangerous images in his mind as he stared down at you, his jaw tense. When Frankie made no reply, you pressed your pointer finger to the middle of his chest, your eyes never leaving his as you slowly, lightly, moved it downward, trailing his dark hair. “Is it because you think of me? Are you that amazing that you won’t even let yourself cum because you think it’s wrong to think about me like that?”

A strangled noise was all he could respond with, his hands pressing desperately into the wall. You knew him too well, understood exactly what he’d meant without having to ask. And then you kept talking, and honestly, Frankie was floored at how dirty you suddenly were for him.

“I have to admit, you’re better than me, Frankie,” That finger trailed so slowly, closing in on his belly button now, “I’m not good like you, I think about you all the time. Especially when I touch myself, usually after I’ve spent a ton of time with you and I can’t fucking wait for a second longer. Wanna know what I picture?”

His voice was husky, a warning if ever there was one, “What did you picture, sweet girl?”

You moaned, your finger now closing in on the waist of his jeans, “You, bending me over the couch, that one is a favourite. Or waking you up with a blowjob, swallowing everything you’ve got because I know you taste delicious,” You unbuttoned his jeans now, sliding the zipper down with care, “But I think the winner, the one that always makes me scream your name, is thinking about riding you, Frankie. Climbing in your lap and just-“

Fuck, fuck he couldn’t hold back. He’d told you he couldn’t and yet you wouldn’t shut up and all thoughts of making love to you gently were out the fucking window, Frankie instead growled deeply and grabbed you by the arms, all but throwing you on the bed. You were smirking up at him, your eyes dark with lust and shining with triumph.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you wanna scream my name?�� He removed his pants and briefs in one motion, his cock spring up, hard and leaking precum and you licked your lips, giving a little whimper at the sight of him. Frankie grasped himself, pumping his hand a few times as he stood over you, “Like what you see?”

“Jesus, Frankie-you need a new nickname,” You said, eyes glued to his cock, “Catfish makes no sense when you’re walking around with that fucking bat-wait!” He froze in the middle of removing his ball cap, looking at you with concern to see you bite your lip a little shyly, “Keep it on. The hat.”

Warmth spread through him at your request and Frankie replaced the hat on his head, then dropped to his knees next to the bed, his hands running up your thighs as you writhed. At your waist, he grasped the tops of your yoga pants and tugged them down, enjoying the way your body arched when you lifted your hips to help him. The only item of clothing either of you wore now was you in your bra, and fuck were you a sight.

Frankie gazed up at you from the floor in awe, his eyes roving over you hungrily as you watched him, propped up on your elbows. He started kissing up your thighs then, pushing your legs apart and spreading you, his hands kneading your flesh. “Sweet girl, you have such a pretty pussy, better than I imagined.” He moaned, biting into the soft flesh of your inner leg and drawing a whimper from you, “I can fucking smell you already, so wet and ready for me, fuck.”

“Oh god Frankie, please, touch me. I can’t wait anymore, I need you!”

“Told you,” Frankie climbed over top of you, his legs on either side of your body as he reached down and dragged you further onto the bed, his show of strength making you whimper, “It’s been a while. And you walk around here wearing my fucking clothes all the time. You don’t know what you do to me, Sunshine.” He grunted as he repositioned himself between your legs, his hands grasping the backs of them to haul your body against his, his cock pressed painfully against your thigh, “Gonna fuck you, sweet girl.” And with one careful, quick motion he thrust forward and each of you cried out at the pleasure of Frankie filling you.

“Frankie! Oh!” Your legs wrapped around him instantly, urging him as deep as possible as he split you open so deliciously. Once he was fully seated within you, Frankie dropped forward, propping himself on one arm, and cupped your face with his free hand. He looked into your eyes as he started a fast, hard pace, thrusting deep and reeling over how wet you were for him, how perfectly your velvet folds wrapped around him.

“Fuck, cariño, you’re fucking tight,” He grunted, kissing you sloppily as you threw your arms around him, hugging him close, “So tight for me, so perfect making those pretty noises, fuck.” Frankie groaned when you clenched around him as he spoke, “You like it when I tell you how perfect you are?”

“Ye-yeah Frankie, I love it. Oh, fuck!”

You were trembling now, squeezing him each time he whispered in your ear. Frankie kept up a string of praises and filthy words, taking note of the ones that had you gripping him extra hard.

He’d always had a casual enjoyment of dirty talk, nothing over the top, easy enough to shut off if it wasn’t enjoyed by the other person. But something about talking like this to you had his balls tightening that much faster, his thrusts becoming brutal.

Still murmuring in your ear, Frankie lowered his hand to your clit, experimentally rubbing, circling and pinching it to see what you liked. He was going to cum soon, and he’d be damned if you didn’t cum too. Though, as Frankie settled on circling you, both feeling and hearing how this was definitely how you liked it, his worries quickly dissipated when your hips were suddenly bucking up to meet his and you were screaming his name.

“That’s it, let go for me sweet girl,” Frankie’s thrusts were becoming increasingly sloppy as he neared the edge, “Are you-fuck, where should I?” He couldn’t even form a sentence now, he was so close and you were squeezing around him so perfectly as you closed in on your orgasm.

You understood though, your eyes meeting his as you pulled yourself together enough to reply, “Frankie, cum inside me please, please fill me up, pleasepleaseplease-“

“Fuck! H-here you go, perfect little thing!” He roared, dropping his weight over your and growling as he spilled inside you, as you bucked and writhed beneath him and screamed out, toppling over the edge and into oblivion with him. He heard himself cursing in Spanish as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his entire life, his hips slowing to continue to draw it out, still more cum filling you and you were a wreck under him, shivering and moaning.

“Yes, Frankie, yes.” You whimpered, your hands sliding into his hair-knocking his cap off-and tugging at his curls.

It took several minutes to recover, though Frankie had enough awareness to shift his weight so that you could breathe properly. Still hard inside you, he began to kiss you all over, peppering your face and neck before biting a few more marks into your neck, his tongue laving out to soothe. He enjoyed the way you whimpered when overstimulated, twitching when he pinched your nipple over your bra, squeaking his name when he pressed himself as deep inside you as he could one last time before pulling out.

Frankie collapsed on the bed next to you, then quickly tugged you into his arms and kissed the top of your head. His fear began to bubble back up now that the haze of passion was clearing, and he was starting to question every single moment that had occurred since you'd asked him if he was a tits man or an ass man.

What had he done? Was he going to lose you after this? Lose his entire reason for living for one amazing orgasm?

But it was like you could reach his mind, as only a few minutes had passed and then, with a little groan, you pulled yourself up so that you were on your elbow, looking down at Frankie. You took one look at his face and frowned, “That was quicker than I thought.”

Frankie stared at you, “What was?”

“I guessed it would take more than two minutes for you to start regretting this.”

Sighing, he pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. You followed, but crossed your legs and shuffled next to him. “I meant what I said, I love you,” Frankie explained, rubbing a hand over his face, “I love you so much, so fucking much it hurts. But the idea of messing this up is terrifying me, Sunshine. I don’t think I could lose you, I think it would kill me.”

“Frankie,” You crawled over him, straddling his hips and settling into his lap. You cupped his face firmly, looking into his eyes. Your expression was open, warm and vulnerable and a little incredulous, “You aren’t going to lose me, not ever. I want this-I want you, and everything you come with, okay?”

Though his heart was soaring, Frankie still worried, shaking his head, “I come with a lot of dark baggage, sweet girl. Not to mention the age difference.”

“Jesus, Frankie, do you really think I don’t know what I’m saying when I tell you I’m all in?” You asked him, not waiting for an answer before continuing. “I love you. Can I tell you when I knew?”

Frankie peered at you, his hands coming to hold your waist as he nodded.

“The boys trip.” You stated, using the term each of you agreed upon when referencing his three-week disappearance to Columbia. “When you first left, I knew something was off but I trust you, so I didn’t question it. But then after a few days, with no word from you, I started to really worry,” You paused, momentarily lost in thought, eyes dark now with the painful memory of his absence and the little information you’d come to learn about it since. “Did I ever tell you I booked a ticket to Columbia?”

This caught Frankie off guard because you most certainly had not told him that, “What, are you serious?”

“Yep. Booked it for the day after you ended up calling me. I don’t know what I was planning to do, but I knew you were there and, even if you were dead, I needed to be as well.” You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks, “After you called, and I knew you were alive and coming home, I realized that the way you said it meant you almost didn’t make it home, and I knew you weren’t saying something. I hung up and sat in my room for a minute and it occurred to me that you could have died and I would have never seen you again. That was when I knew it wasn’t just a crush.”

Heavy emotion filled his chest, rendering him unable to immediately respond. Frankie gathered you close and stood, clutching you against him and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on the toilet before turning to his massive soaker tub and switching it on, fully intending on spending the rest of the night in there with you. When he turned around, you were carefully tidying yourself up. With a grunt, he grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water before kneeling in front of you and taking over.

“Why didn’t you say anything? After I came home, I mean.” His tone was light, as he didn’t mean to come across as accusing you of anything-it’s not like he had said anything to you. Good-natured as you were, you simply smiled at him, a little sadly.

“Too afraid, right at first,” You admitted, your eyes fluttering shut as he took care of you with the warm washcloth, “But when you came home you were a fucking wreck, Frankie. You lost your friend, Santi didn’t come back with you either, and Will and Benny had the same expression on their faces whenever I saw them. You saw some shit, did some shit, I don’t know and I’ll be real here, I don’t need you to ever feel like you should tell me what exactly happened. But after the first day you were back, I could see how much it changed you and I thought it would be selfish to tell you how I felt and add more emotional bullshit onto your plate.”

Frankie continued to kneel in front of you after tossing the washcloth into his laundry hamper. For a moment, the only sound in the room that of the tub filling. He stared into your eyes, seeing only how truthful you were being, how incredibly kind. He had never realized how completely he could love someone until he met you.

“I thought about you the entire time I was gone.” He admitted before carefully standing and checking the temperature of the water. He added a bath salt mixture that you’d bought a while ago, claiming it was a gift when really you were the one to use them, locking yourself away for hours to soak because you didn’t have a tub at your place. He shut the water off and held his arms out for you, which you eagerly stepped into and allowed him to guide you both into the water.

Once settled, your back against his chest, you replied. “Your face when you came home, I’ll never forget your expression.” His legs were on either side of you, and you began to lazily trace along his right thigh as both of you fell into your painful memories of his ill-fated trip.

Frankie sighed sadly, “I’m sorry I ever left, Sunshine. I never should have left you,” He tightened his grip around your waist under the water, one hand spread flat across your stomach, “It was just...fuck, everything went bad straight from the start. We had a moment of luck and then it was like nothing could go right. And I don’t know, I’m fucking gutted that Tom is gone, but it’s worse that Santiago won’t come home. He’s like my brother, and he blames himself for everything.”

Frankie knew you had no idea what he meant. You knew he and the guys were former special ops that served together, but when Santi had asked him to go to Columbia Frankie had only told you the basics-the country, who he would be with, that he might not have a lot of chances to call, and that it would be about a week. Santi had picked him up and you had been there to see him off that morning, and his friend had casually referenced a ‘boys trip’ while speaking with you as Frankie loaded his shit in the back.

Of course, you weren’t stupid. You worked with the VA, met a lot of former service members who ended up contracting out their skills after retiring or leaving due to injuries or lifestyle changes. And you knew Frankie, understood him like no one ever had before, which is why as he gave you further details you didn’t flinch or freeze up, you simply listened. When Frankie had gone quiet for a while, you eventually turned to gaze up at him over your shoulder, your cheek on his chest.

“From what I could tell,” You began slowly, your words cautious, “Whatever you did, what happened, you all put it aside to get Tom’s body home to his family. And considering the type of work Santi was doing out there for three years before he came here to ask you guys to join him, I figure you all must have almost died a few times each, probably took out some terrible men along the way.”

Frankie had to bite back his sob, turning his face away from you to stare, ashamed and remorseful at the wall. You reacted quickly, pulling yourself up and turning over, your naked body pressing over his as you grabbed Frankie’s head and gently turned him to look at you. “Baby,” You cooed, your eyes shining with concern, “Don’t do that, don’t hide from me.”

That was all it took. Frankie let the sob out and the relief of it was instantaneous, so much so that he let out another, then another, all while you held him and murmured soft, sweet words and pressing chaste kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, along his jaw. It didn’t last long, he’d cried so many times over everything that had gone down, but this was the first time you had revealed you sort of had an idea of what they had been up to, and you were still supporting him and loving him and it was all very overwhelming.

A short time later, Frankie wiped his eyes and shot you a grateful look, hoping you could sense how much he appreciated you. You settled into the water again, knees pulled to your chest as you faced him and trailed your hands comfortingly up and down his chest. “Sunshine,” He whispered, catching one hand and holding it against his heart, “I love you, thank you for being so fucking incredible.”

He tugged you closer, joining you in laughing when a little water sloshed up over the edge of the tub as you landed against him. You snuggled close and kissed him, your fingers carding into his curls and holding him steady. When Frankie took you to bed that night, there were no pillows between your bodies, not a shred of clothing separating you. He held you close, falling asleep faster than he had in years.

And for the first time in Frankie’s life, he felt whole and complete, like nothing could ever bring him into darkness again, not when he had you, literal sunshine, lighting his existence.

PART TWO

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lassieposting · 3 years ago

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Ok...u got my attention...💘 for skuldugery and cassandra

OH BOY I GOT ONE

send me 💘 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you—

where they first met and how

Okay so when they first meet, it's way back before he met Skugwife, when he was on-again-off-again with China and Ghastly and making his way up the ranks in the Sanctuary army.

A dashing young officer with an impressive inheritance and a string of victories under his belt would've been prime 1600s marriage real estate. They meet at some Sanctuary party, dance together a bit, get along very well. Skug was already arrogant and vain, but he was also charming and funny, which was a bonus, and they were social equals - she's from a wealthy, landed family herself. She was interested in him and they were in each other's social circle from around his mid-20s to when he met Wifey and fell disgustingly in love, at which point she conceded defeat and let him go.

It's actually Gordon who brings them back into each other's lives in the 1980s. They've both changed a lot since they last saw one another and she's not really sure what to make of him. He's colder, more serious, and she knows he's lost...pretty much everyone. When she tells him to come by anytime, he's polite but detached and basically says that's not a good idea, so she doesn't expect to see much of him in the future. But he comes back some months later with a difficult case to ask if she's seen anything, and from that point on they work together sporadically, if she has any visions that might be useful to him.

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

They rekindle their flirtation after he comes back in Dark Days. He's not okay, not in the slightest, and she can see it. He's faking being okay, but he's overselling it. She knew him through the period where his mother was killed, and he tried to play that off the same way. He ends up driving out to her cottage at some ungodly hour of the early morning because he's falling apart and he doesn't really have anywhere else to go. she takes him in, sits with him until long after the sun comes up and lets him talk it out until he's dozing off where he's sitting.

By the War of the Sanctuaries, they're Together.

who fell for who first ( if applicable )

She was rather taken with him when they first met. She liked to think of herself as the future Mrs Captain Pleasant. He was attracted to her, but also otherwise entangled and considerably less invested.

When they get back together, it's more. Falling in love at the same time.

where their first date was and what it was like

They've spent a lot of time together, usually at her cottage, already. But he gets it into his head he wants to take her on an actual date, and she's a homebody, so he decides to make her dinner. It's kind of a disaster because he hasn't had to cook anything in hundreds of years - he follows a recipe, but he still manages to burn it and get food absolutely everywhere with the electric whisk. He's pretty frustrated and upset that he ruined it, but she finds it hilarious, and they end up cuddling on the couch with takeout and a movie.

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )

She gives him a key. She prefaces it with a big speech about how it doesn't have to mean anything, he just spends so much time there that he might as well be able to let himself in, and she wants him to have somewhere he really feels safe and comfortable and her place can be that for him if he wants, and -

He kisses her mid-speech, so she never gets to finish it.

who proposes first

He does. She'd never bring up marriage to him, when she knows how his first one ended. She can't be completely sure he's done grieving his first love, and she doesn't want to hurt him, so it's better not to bring it up.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

It's not a secret at all. Valkyrie still goes nearly a decade without noticing.

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )

They're in bed together first thing in the morning. He doesn't remember the last time he was this relaxed and happy. He watches her wake up and she cuddles closer into him with the squinty morning-sun-in-your-face look and he never thought he'd love this much again and it just. Comes out.

who’s more dominant

Neither, really. They're very much a team. She tempers his recklessness, and he gives her a nudge out of her comfort zone. She has the same ability Wifey had, though, to wrangle him without ever letting on that she's doing it.

where their first kiss was and what it was like

He was totally drained after unloading a year's worth of torture on her post-Dark Days, and she was trying to comfort him. It doesn't lead anywhere - she puts him to bed on her couch and stays with him so he feels safe enough to switch off and sleep.

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )

She buys him a hideous Christmas sweater the first year they're officially together, but has yet to successfully bully him into wearing it.

how into pda they are

They're your average couple. If she drops in on him at the Sanctuary, she'll kiss him goodbye. He'll put his arm around her when they're walking, or let her hold his hand. But neither of them is an exhibitionist.

who holds the umbrella when it rains

He does. He could easily just redirect the rain, but she likes nature stuff and that includes getting soaked through on occasion, kissing him in the rain, and splashing through puddles.

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )

Her cottage, more often than not. He'll happily take her out whenever she wants to, but she's a homebody at heart and she's more fond of going for long walks in the countryside near her home or cooking together, watching old movies, that sort of thing.

who’s more protective

Him, by a million miles. She doesn't necessarily like the amount of violence in his life, but to her he's very much the capable soldier who can look after himself. But she is a pacifist and very into the hippie ideology, so especially after the Night of Knives, she relies on him to protect her. He knows damn well that the only reason he didn't lose her the same night Finbar died is because he just happened to be sleeping over and the would-be assassin got more than he bargained for.

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )

Probably circa KOTW? It can't have been Death Bringer, or he'd have asked her to the Requiem Ball.

if they argue about anything

Not often. She's one of the most emotionally healthy people in this series, and she's the closest Skulduggery Pleasant has ever gotten to therapy. She's all about communication and talking it out.

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )

Skug.

who steals whose clothes and how often

She steals his jackets and coats. She'll wear something just a little too light for the weather, so that he'll inevitably offer her his suit jacket. It's an old way of courting that she finds very endearing.

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

They bring out the Old Person in each other. They like to go for long walks, and picnics, and dancing to old gramophone records. They read books and bicker about how much they did or didn't enjoy them. She likes to garden and paint, and he's not half bad at art either, so they'll paint each other and laugh about it.

how long they stay mad at each other

They don't. They argue very little in the first place, but Cassie is very communicative, so she usually manages to head off any potential arguments before they even start.

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

She has hot chocolate, and he has his black.

if they ever have any children together

No - but if he was ever going to have children with anyone else, it should probably be Cassie. She's sensible, level-headed and emotionally healthy, so he could be the same loving-but-irresponsible dad he was with Skugbab.

if they have any special pet names for each other

She's "Cassie" and he's usually "sweetheart" or "lovey".

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )

He "moves into"/spends most of his time at her little hippie hobbit hole, so nothing matches, tapestries everywhere, Interesting™ colour schemes, fuckin...crystals and tarot cards and witchy shit everywhere. They both have to make some compromises ("You don't bug me about making the bed and I won't play the banjo in the shower")

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was like

Very inappropriate to talk about at parties.

He's a Christmas grouch, but he did get two days off work, so they basically spent the entire time eating, fucking or fast asleep.

what their names are in each other’s phones

She's just "Cassie" but that makes her one of the few people in his phone not to be "Firstname Lastname". He's "SP".

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )

They can never really make plans for set days or times because of his incredibly erratic work schedule, but they make time every week to just spend time together. Unless the world is ending, which it usually does at least once a year.

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

She falls asleep first at a sensible hour, and wakes up when he gets in. If she sleeps through him coming home, he'll stay up for an hour or two to work on a case, but if he wakes her, he'll go straight to bed and she'll go back to sleep with him holding her.

After the Night of Knives, she gets very anxious and stressed about being alone, especially when she hears the door open. So he'll call and wake her when he's leaving the Sanctuary, so that she knows to expect him home, and he's at the end of the phone any time she wants to get hold of him.

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

He's the big spoon like 70% of the time, but she's not opposed to letting him be the little spoon at all. Even the strongest general sometimes needs a good snuggle.

who hogs the bathroom

Cassie likes to take a book into the bath and spend hours in there. He'll come in and out as he pleases and sometimes do her hair for her or swipe bubbles on her nose.

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Skug. This is, apparently, one of the greatest benefits to having him around all the time. He's glad she's comfortable enough with him to be honest that she's using him for his spider removal skills.

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pawprintsmoon · 4 years ago

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You and me, Part II

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30337365/chapters/74835990

Shit shit shit! Alex couldn’t find it anywhere. He had made sure that he put the box in the pocket of his special Gucci jacket, but now it wasn’t there.

Alex had bought the ring about a month ago, days after their cancelled proposal plan at La Mar. Last week, he’d been concerned that the plain black box the ring came in was too boring. So naturally, he bought two new ring boxes, impulsively browsing etsy at 3am.

First, he ordered a neon box covered in rhinestones that spelled out the word ‘love.’ It had seemed funny when he pressed ‘place your order,’ but not so much in retrospect. After another half hour of etsy-scrolling, he picked out a carved wooden box that he’d personalized with their initials engraved along with the word ‘forever.’ Kind of cheesy, but Alex was down with that.

When he searched in his half packed suitcase, he found the engraved wooden box tucked between his socks. It was empty.

Perhaps in his struggle with indecision he had accidentally left the ring in its original black box? That must be it. However, that was a disastrous conclusion, because he had thrown the plain box away, along with the rhinestone one. Shit shit shit. He had to find it before their flight to London in the morning. Had they taken out the trash already?

That’s how Henry caught him: digging through the garbage on their kitchen floor, hair a mess, and face flushed red.

“Er, am I living with the grouch?” Henry asked. Alex spared half a thought to be surprised that Henry watched Sesame Street as a kid.

“No!” Alex groaned. “Henry, just don’t ask me what I’m doing.”

“But you’ve got old coffee grounds on your pants and there’s dirty paper towels on the floor.”

“Stop, I can’t explain.”

“This is rather unhygienic, don’t you think?” Henry’s nose scrunched up, undoubtedly due to the old cheese wrappers and broccoli stems. “What are you looking for anyways?”

“Don’t ask.”

“This is unusual behavior, even for you,” Henry said. “ I’m concerned.”

There was no way in hell Henry would leave him in such a state. Besides, he was getting to the bottom of the trash can, no black box in sight. He needed help. It was quite the predicament, but the honest truth was that Alex was very challenged at finding things. When he was stressed like this, he could look right at something and not see it. Nora told him once that there was a 76% likelihood that he had undiagnosed ADHD.

“Fine,” he said, after deliberating. “Did you take out the trash between today and yesterday?”

“Does it look like I took out the trash?’ Henry gestured to the nearly full trash can that Alex was refilling. “Dear lord. Fine, don’t tell me. But did you look in the trash and recycling in the office?”

“Oh my god, Henry,” Alex said, bouncing up and pecking Henry on the cheek. “You’re a genius!”

“Hardly.” Henry rolled his eyes and directed Alex to the sink to wash his hands. “But come on, I’ll help you because you are absolutely tragic. Bagsy the recycling.”

Unsure if this was a grave mistake, he followed Henry into their office.

“You know you’ll have to tell me what we’re looking for,” said Henry as he pulled out the recycling and sat down. Alex followed suit, pulling out the trash can.

He thought fast and decided that a white lie was warranted. He certainly didn’t want to ask Henry to marry him while they were digging through garbage. “Okay, you can keep a secret, right? I got June some earrings for her birthday, and I think I accidentally threw them out.”

“June’s birthday isn’t for two months.”

“Well Henry,” Alex sassed, “some of us take good care of our big sisters.”

Henry responded with an eye roll. “Did you piss her off?”

“Sure, yeah, that!” Alex hastened to confirm. “Now get busy sweetcheeks, that recycling bin isn’t going to search itself. Little black jewelry box, and don’t you dare open it if you find it. Because, um, it’s a surprise and I’d hate to make you keep a secret.”

Henry grumbled but began to dig through dense flaps of cardboard and paper, destined to get a papercut. Alex was relieved to see that the office trash held less misplaced compost than the kitchen’s. Alex had no idea how long it took, but eventually Henry pulled out a small box, covered in rhinestones.

“Ugh, no that’s not it,” said Alex. “Keep looking.”

“My god, Alex, she’d think this box is hilarious. You should use it.”

“You think it’s funny?” Alex asked. “I thought maybe it was kinda dumb.”

“Totally, it’s perfect.” Henry tossed him the bedazzled box. “So, what did you do to piss off June so bad?”

“Ha!” His mind raced. “What didn’t I do?”

“Well, yes, I suppose you can be a bit of a menace sometimes.”

“Exactly.”

If Henry looked suspicious, Alex pretended not to notice. In contrast, he sincerely didn’t notice the jewelry box lying in a pile of candy wrappers in front of him. Henry had apparently been checking Alex’s pile from across the room, because he leaned over and picked it up, showing Alex.

“It was literally right in front of you.”

“I was distracted!”

“Of course you were.” Their fingers brushed as Henry handed him the box, and the chemistry was as powerful as it had been two years ago. They couldn’t help but kiss, briefly over the pile of old papers.

“By the way,” Henry said, looking Alex in the eyes, “whatever those earrings look like, I’m sure she’ll love them.”

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liloelsagranger · 5 years ago

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Viridian Love Story - Chapter 5: Shattered dreams

Hello my dear friends! Chapter 5 is online. Enjoy :)

@ndbern-rocketmonsters @ndbernarts @jessicarocket @estrelarabyss @prepareforetrouble @masterstarpikachu @tothestarsabove @teamrocketfanart @thelovelyjessie @webelieveinlovepower @chaosandhope @james-team-rocket @danadiversity @krazy-holly @keksrocket @harmonyrocketeeveon @pok3ship @yesjanii @thecomputergirl @elysiiandream @fugly-chan @batfamfan1 @ghostkitty @pikamofo @eclipsing-dreams @abatwc @emily1037 @texansman20 @inuyashaeienni @zayphantomslayer @cat-0301 @james-kojiro-team-rocket @stjarnflicka @diehardrocketshipper @eclipsing-dreams Chapter 5: Shattered dreams

At six o'clock in the morning, Jessie awoke from one of the most beautiful dreams that had ever accompanied her through the night. She was walking along the beach of Alola, hand in hand with James. Newly in love, they played and joked, completely carefree and far from the past. James would wrap his arms around her waist, placing a row of kisses down her neck. She enjoyed his caresses and felt the need to never let go of him again. Eternal partners who didn't have to abide by laws and rules, but were finally allowed to deepen their relationship. A smile flitted over Jessie's face as she reviewed the nocturnal pictures again. Part of that dream had finally come true. James was lying next to her, slumbering with a blissful smile. He seemed so vulnerable and she felt de desire to protect him. Protect him from past atrocities, from her and from the grunts that use to question his abilites. The grunts! Her heart skipped a beat. Jessie reached for the nearest pillow and slapped it in James' face. «Ouch, what have I done to deserve this, Jess ? » He rubbed his nose. «We're late, James. The grunts are waiting for our instructions! Get up! Now!» She was about to jump out of bed, but James held her back. «Give me five minutes to brighten your day,» he grinned mischievously as he kissed Jessie's hand. Of course, she would rather spend times of treachery with James, but duty called, so she freed herself from his grip. «This has to wait! You should probably get dressed,» she looked at him from top to bottom, finding it difficult to suppress an embarrassed smile. He was an extraordinarily handsome man, and a gifted lover, but they couldn't afford another faux pas with Giovanni, even if the urge to press her lips on his almost overpowered her. Uniformed and ready to give instructions, the trio arrived at Team Rocket's headquarters. Jessie and James tried as hard as they could to avoid Meowth's gaze, who had been looking at them sceptically all the way to the phone booth. He smelled the rat, he knew what was going on, but the couple didn't bother to explain. They dialed the number and concentrated on the plan. It rang at least ten times before someone picked up the phone. That's how much the trio was valued. They were at the bottom of the food chain, expected to make nothing but missteps. «It was about time, losers,» Cassidy said, Jessie clenched her hands to fists. Each and every time she tried to score off the trio with her titlings. «Let's hear your master plan, we're all very excited about it», her call was more than sacrastic and Jessie could hear some grunts laughing in the background, but she gathered all her self-confidence and they reported on their plans. «Prom night takes place in the big hall. We found out that there are four emergency exits. They either lead outside or into a bunker. The bunker is of course out of question for our project, but cars equipped with nets and cages for the Pokémon will be waiting outside. We'll keep the crowd at bay, you just run away and deliver the root to Giovanni. It's simple. On our callsign you storm the hall. We use smoke bombs to put the students out of action while the smoke detectors are turned off. Easy as pie, isn't it ? » Jessie was totally convinced of the plan, James and Meowth nodded in agreement, but Cassidy snorted derisively. « Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, you no-goods ! » she replied. « Whatever Cass ! See you tonight ! » Jessie ended the call and yelled out loud. «Who does she think she is? She always has to badmouth our ideas. That conceited b…» James shushed her. «It's okay, sweetheart» he whispered. «It's going to be a blast», he made sure Meowth was out of earshot. «Can't wait to see you in that beautiful evening gown tonight. You'll be the most charming woman on the dance floor and I'll be your suave companion, okay ? » he lifted her chin, placing a quick kiss on her lips. Ash was nervous, but he couldn't really place his excitement. For almost two hours he had been waiting for Serena, who wanted to look pretty for the occasion and she did. Serena was wearing a pink dress and a mother-of-pearl bolero. She wore her hair in a complicated updo. Her red lipstick shined like ruby on her lips. «Ready, Ash?» they linked arms and entered the big hall. Students and Pokémon had already gathered on the dance floor. There was laughter, drinking and partying. The organizers had really worked hard. Nothing was lacking. Snacks, fruit punch and delicious and tasty desserts were served at the buffet. Ash spotted a long line of people waiting to take pictures in the photo booth and then he spotted her. Misty was dressed in a light blue evening gown. She wore her hair loose, discreet make-up and a stunning smile. «Hey Ash!» she and Brock cleaved their way through the crowd. «Hi Misty, Brock» Ash couldn't avert his gaze from her. She looked so mature, not like that frumpy little girl she used to be. He swallowed hard, internally struggling with some unknown feelings. Misty noticed his glances and blushed. 'He's your friend! Don't do anything you'd regret' she scolded herself. Trouble was brewing between the arragned couples. Serena could no longer control her jealousy. « You know what, Ash, enjoy your night with Misty ! I'm out. I thought we would spend a romantic evening together, but it seems that someone else caught your attention ! » She speeded toward the buffet and poured herself a large glass of fruit punch. Brock, once again feeling like the fifth wheel, left Ash and Misty alone, trying his luck with a little brunette lady. Misty didn't really know how to make this encounter less akward. They faced each other, but no one dared to take the first step. «Ehm, hi» what a meekly start. «Hi, Ash» Misty wasn't a whit better. «Would you like to dance? Or shall we have a snack ? » he asked her. She took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They found a tiny spot between the dancing couples. Misty didn't hesitate for a second, but wrapped her arms around Ash's neck. The young student felt slightly uncomfortable. He was plagued by a guilty conscience. He hadn't followed Serena and strangely enough, he felt no urge to win her back either. So he smiled at Misty and moved closer to her. Jessie and James had been watching the whole scenario. «The twerp's in love. Didn't we once advice him against putting himself in danger beacuse of the opposite sex?» James laughed out loud. « We did, but you know what ? This is the kind of trouble I really enjoy getting in to» he hold Jessie by her waist, pinning her closer while kissing her very hard. Her knees threatened to give way, James caresses drove her crazy. «Nevertheless, we need to put our plan into practice» he said and Team Rocket left the dance floor to get ready for their raid. «Hey Ash, do you want to take pictures like we used to do when we were kids?» Misty didn't even wait for his reply, but dragged her friend to the photo booth. The onslaught had somewhat subsided and the two of them entrechned themselves in this very small space, smiling into the camera. «Think of a cool pose» she asked him. Ash remembered the funny grimaces Haunter had taught him. « Great, now it's my turn» and before the camera could take a picture, Misty kissed Ash briefly on the lips. They were both perplexed. At that moment their friendship had reached another level. It didn't feel wrong, on the contrary, it was long overdue. « Sorry Ash » she blushed scarlet, « I didn't mean to overwhelm you, I just wanted to… » Ash placed a hand on her face, pulling her lips closer to his. She hesitated briefly, but then they decided to seal this moment with another kiss. Ash had never felt so free. Unknown feelings raged in him. He had always kept an eye on his friend, but as a young boy, the Pokémon-championships were his biggest goal, girls had absolutely no place in his life. He wanted more, he wanted to feel Misty's lips, but a deafening bang made him wake up from this dream. Ash pulled the curtain aside. The atmosphere had changed. Where students were celebrating and chatting before, there was chaos. Grunts entered from all sides, shot around with net canons, captured Pokémon and showed no leniency. The young people screamed, tried to protect their little companions, but they did not succeed. The first smoke bomb burst on the dance floor and a shrill laughter from the past caught up with Ash and Misty.« Prepare for trouble » Jessie, still dressed in a breathtaking burgundy gown, sicced Arbok on the students.«And make it double» James was surrounded by a dark purble cloud.« Team Rocket » Ash should have known. He and Pikachu go ready to fight.«To protect the world…» Jessie got shushed by the grunts. «Stop talking and help us!» they grouched. «Long time no see, twerps » with a clear goal in mind and the last hope in their hearts, the trio walked up to Ash and Misty, ready to take Pikachu into their custody. « We won't put up with that anymore, Team Rocket ! « Ash ordered Pikachu to strike the criminals with a giagantic thunder shock. He could hear various trainers asking their flying Pokémon to swirl away the smoke. The grunts couldn't compete with the mighty Pokémon. They continued to fight, but their strength waned. They were struck by water vortexes and lightning, got injured and torched. «Retreat! Retreat!» one of the evildoers shouted and little by little they left the hall to save their lives. «Hey! What do you think you're doing? Fight for Giovanni!» Jessie tried to change their minds, but the grunts had already left without prey. Now the trio was surrounded by angry students and their Pokémon. «What a mess, Team Rocket. I think you're going to blast off once again!» Ash laughed gloatingly, but Misty had discovered the pendant on Jessie's neck – a star. It seemed so familiar to her, but she couldn't place it properly.« Goodbye and don't come back ! » The group of students moved closer to Team Rocket. They threatened them with the strongest attacks of their Pokémon and once again the trio had to admit defeat. Now they sure were in need of explanation. The trio faced Giovanni's rebuke with shaking knees. «You had one job, Jessie, James and Meowth ! You failed ! What's the matter with you guys ? What about your brilliant plan ? It sucked, huh ? Who's responsible for this disaster ? » James was the first to find his voice again.£« It was Jessie's idea, Sir. We didn't know her plan would fail. We trusted her. Please, don't be to harsh on her,» Jessie flashed her eyes at James. Rage and bitter disappointment boiled in her. James had betrayed her to save his own butt. «Jessie, if you weren't Miyamoto's daughter, I'd have stashed the Zubats on you, but I want mercy. You and your partners are suspended for the next three months!» The call was interrupted. James smiled at Jessie. «We got off cheaply, right?» he wanted to high-five her, but she pierced him with the most hateful look she could give him. «Screw you, James!» With tears in her eyes, Jessie ran away. Something else happened that night. Although they had once again driven Team Rocket into flight, Misty could not find a restful sleep. Again and again she was haunted by curious dream pictures. Blurred figures, hearty laughter, warm embraces and the star pendant Jessie wore was dangling before her eyes. She rolled from one side of the bed to the other. Misty was restless. A familiar figure appeared, smiling at her. She was wearing the notorious necklace. «Good luck, my little girl. One day you'll be a famous water-Pokémon trainer» never had Misty felt so safe and secure in somebody's arms. Suddenly she realized who the star pendant belonged to. «MOM!» To be continued...

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grandtheftstarship · 6 years ago

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3 Things (Jim Kirk x Fem!Reader) [Spinoff]

A/n: Hey! So this was inspired by the original fic by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord called 3 Things. I absolutely loved it and I recommend reading it! I Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jim is asked what three things he wants in a woman.

Warnings: none

word count: 1044

written by: @grandtheftstarship

Jim made it to his favorite drinking spot before Leonard did. Taking a bottle of something (he was pretty sure it was illegal somewhere) from the back of a cabinet and pouring himself a glass, he sat himself down at the end of the counter. Leonard appeared a few moments later, complaints at the ready.

“Dammit, Jim,” he skirted the small countertop, eyeing the strange bottle. “What the hell are you drinking?”

“To be honest, I have no idea,” Jim replied, downing the rest of his glass. “Did ya bring anything better?”

Leonard plastered a sly grin on his face, hold up a bottle of Germain-Robin Brandy. “Found this beauty in my bedside table this morning. Sometimes I hide things so well from you, I forget where I put them.”

Jim quirked a brow. “You’re hiding things from me?”

He shook his head, pouring two glasses of the amber liquid. “Just the brandy. If you don’t recall, you used to steal all of my good stuff back in the academy.”

Jim chuckled, taking the glass. “Fair.”

Their glasses clinked and they knocked back their drinks.

“Damn,” Jim remarked. “No wonder you were trying to hide this from me.”

Leonard nodded, taking another sip. They were quiet for a few moments before he spoke.

“Three things you want in a woman.”

“What?”

“What three things do you want in a partner?”

Jim gave him a bemused look. “What kind of question is that?”

Leonard shrugged. “I overheard some of my nurses talking about something like this and since I’m the one usually complaining about my love life I ought to learn a bit about yours. Besides the fact that you like to sleep around.”

Jim stared into the bottom of his glass. He had never really thought about it before, but as he was getting older he started craving a stable relationship. Before he could respond, his communicator buzzed in his pocket. Sighing, he flipped it open.

“Kirk here.”

Sulu said something about being at the rendezvous point in a few minutes and Jim downed the rest of his glass.

“I’ll be right there.”

He slid his glass back to Leonard, who gave it a rinse and put it back on the counter.

“This isn’t over,” Jim called over his shoulder. He heard Leonard chuckle as he left the room.

Jim couldn’t stop thinking about the question into the next day. He eventually narrowed it down.

Funny. He wanted a woman who could make him laugh when he needed it, or have a sense of humor during a period of darkness. Someone who was mature when it was necessary and bubbly when it was appropriate. A woman that wasn’t on the ends of the spectrum, someone who wasn’t obnoxious or Spock-like, but someone who was a happy medium.

Honest. Jim wanted someone who would be faithful, who wouldn’t lie to him. He wanted someone who would be open and spontaneous, someone who was down-to-Earth (even while in space) and wouldn’t hesitate to do what was right.

Compassionate. He was after a woman who was caring and helpful. He wanted someone who cared about others’ well-being and thought about other people’s needs. He wanted someone who could be there for him when he was there for her.

Jim rounded the corner on the way to medbay, intending to tell Leonard his answer to the strange question he asked the day before. The doors whooshed open and he stopped in his tracks.

There you were, carefully closing a large gash in an engineer’s forearm. He watched closely, interest blooming in his chest.

You switched the angle of the dermal regenerator, earning a hiss of pain from the poor ensign on the biobed.

“Almost done,” you encouraged. “And... there. All good as new!”

He ran his hand over the fresh new skin, relief filling his face. “Thanks so much, nurse.”

“Of course!” you beamed. “I just need to give you a quick hypo, and then you’ll be on your way.”

The ensign’s face paled and you chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I’m much gentler than Doctor the Grouch over there.”

“I heard that!” Leonard called across the room from where he was tending to another patient.

The engineer laughed, and you took that opportunity to press the hypo into the skin on his neck. He yelped in surprise but relaxed as you rubbed the small red mark. “That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

He shook his head. “No, actually. Am I free to go?”

You nodded. “Be careful with that arm, though. The skin may be a bit fragile.”

The ensign jumped off the biobed and rolled down his sleeve, waving as he left.

“Thank you, Nurse [y/l/n]! I’ll be careful!”

“You better!” you called back as the doors slid shut behind him. Shaking your head you began cleaning up, still failing to see the captain leaning against the wall a few yards away. Suddenly, it all clicked for him.

[y/n] [y/l/n], the kindest, most humorous nurse in the fleet, who was known for telling it like it was to everyone (especially Leonard), was everything he wanted in a partner.

Funny, honest, compassionate.

He hurried into Leonard’s office without you noticing, nearly running into said doctor on the way in.

“Jim-” he was interrupted as the captain ushered him back into his office. “What the-”

“Funny, honest, and compassionate,” Jim said.

“Beg your pardon?” Leonard gave him an odd look.

“The three things,” Jim said breathlessly.

Bones nodded slowly, understanding what his friend was getting at. “So, anyone in mind?”

Jim scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, yeah I do.”

Len crossed his arms. “Well, who is it?”

“[y/n].”

Leo seemed to mull it over before turning and gathering some loose pads on his desk. “Seems about right.”

“Wait, so you’re not upset about me trying to date one of your nurses?” Jim asked incredulously.

Leonard sighed. “Honestly, Jim, as long as you keep her happy I’m fine. But I would act fast, that engineer seemed to like her a whole lot.”

Something stung slightly in his chest as his friend’s words. “Is her shift over?”

Bones looked at the clock on the wall. “Yeah, as of two minutes ago.”

Jim rushed from Leonard’s office, sending a quick thank you on his way out. He ran down the corridor to the mess, dodging officers left and right until the familiar doors hissed open and he saw you sitting alone eating a plate of fries.

Head on over to @imamotherfuckingstar-lord ‘s post for the rest! I don’t want to copy/paste :).

#jim kirk #star trek #jim kirk x reader #jim kirk imagine #star trek reader inserts #star trek x reader #kirk x reader #kirk #omg thank you for letting me do this I had so much fun #3 things #3 things jim kirk x reader #fem!reader #y/n

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babbushka · 5 years ago

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Picturing Flip so soft with the baby is honestly earth shattering. Flip would totally have a full on conversation with his little bubs as he looks up at his giant of a dad. Oh lord I need a minute

My dear anon when I tell you I cry

He feeds him his breakfast every morning before he has to go to work and on the days when he comes home before the baby’s bedtime, he’ll play and read to him all night and on the times when he comes home after the baby’s gone to sleep, he’ll sit in the baby’s room and just talk to him and whisper loving caring things.

On the weekends they spend as much time together as possible (I mean I’m also there 24/7 obviously but he’s so eager to spend time with his son that I’m just emo lol) and lemme tell ya, the baby thinks Flip is the funniest fucking thing on the planet.

Like Flip will just exist and the baby will burst into bright belly laughs that kinda have Flip like “??? why doesn’t he laugh at you?” and i always playfully go, “because i’m not funny lookin the way you are.” which always makes him pinch my nose lol (but for real the baby thinks he’s genuinely so funny and none of us can really figure out why lmao what a lil ham)

Flip also has no idea how to talk to babies -- or children for that matter. He doesn’t have a special voice or anything lmao he’ll just regard him very much like he’s a totally grown up regular adult which is both endearing and incredibly hilarious. If the baby takes a deep sigh he’ll just look over real seriously and go “yeah me too bud, me too.”

When we bring him into the station Flip gets so excited he’ll scoop the baby up and take him on a tour of the place like “and this is where the bad guys who don’t listen to your mama go for a time out” like showing him the legit holding cells smh lmao

I think it’s so funny how absolutely huge of a human Flip is, like sometimes you can see it in the baby’s face just him being like “is this my pop or a mountain? cannot tell no way of knowing”

Idk I’m very soft for my 1000% absolute grouch of a lumberjack who is soft for exactly 2 people -- his wife and the babey :,^)

#Anonymous #cowboy answers

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dice-and-die · 7 years ago

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Cosmic Concupiscence (ZaDr feral au) (chapter 1)

Concupiscence- noun- (Con-cue-pes-ense) -a strong sexual desire/lust Origin: Middle English: via Old French from late Latin concupiscentia, from Latin concupiscent- ‘beginning to desire,’ from the verb concupiscere, from con- (expressing intensive force) + cupere ‘to desire.’

Alternate chapter title: In which Dib and Gaz work together (chapter 1)

Today was going to be a fantastic day. Dib Membrane was sure of it. The young boy was excitedly watching the unveiling of the new long distance traveling spaceship that Professor Membrane had built almost completely by himself. Dib and Gaz stood side by side in the crowd, watching their father in amazement, as he finally revealed the enormous blue and silver ship. Dib stared at it in awe, having to lean back to see the top of it. The ship looked so much more amazing than the concept sketches Dib had seen scattered about the lab downstairs at home. “I wonder how fast it can travel and how far it can go.” Dib wondered out loud. “Gaz, we could go out there and find aliens! Real actual space aliens! We could befriend other space faring races! Do you think that maybe... maybe they’re out there waiting for us?” He babbled on in excitement. “If they were out there waiting for us, then the least they could have done was abduct you!” Gaz mumbled in all her apathy.

“Ok I know your saying that to be mean and rude, but I mean, your not wrong.” Dib said, completely un-offended with a dismissive shrug. Gaz rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Professor Membrane, who was still talking. “This is the beginning of something great! With this ship, we can further explore the cosmos, go into the deepest darkest corners of space, and discover new things! It has a more advanced PEG system, so the ship has perpetual energy! Fuel is a problem of the past! We can come back to earth as heroes! I will be making an experimental expedition out into space! I plan on only being gone for a year at the most! Consider it like a test drive! We’ll be leaving tomorrow evening folks! Unfortunately, I will have to leave my son and daughter behind, just in case things don’t go well. Luckily, I have picked out an excellent guardian for them!” Professor Membrane continued on, but his voice and the rest of his speech, went unheard as Gaz and Dib both glared up at him in shock and indignation.

“Oh I don’t FUCKING think so!” Gaz said, her voice quavering with agitation and rage. “Geez, yeah! What the hell dad!? You can’t just leave us here on earth while you go explore space! That’s unfair!” Dib openly agreed with his sister. The two of them shared a concerned and angry look before quietly leaving the crowd together. Once they were out of earshot of other people, Dib and Gaz shared another look. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dib asked with a mischievous grin upon his heavily freckled face. “We sneak onboard the ship?” Gaz said questioningly. “Absolutely!” Dib said, with wild excitement. Gaz gave a smug grin and followed her brother home as the two of them concocted a plan together. For once, the two of them were actually getting along and working together.

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Gaz and Dib sat at a Mac Meaties, sharing pork fries and meat shakes, while looking over the ship’s blueprints, which had been easy to acquire. “Ok so, let’s see, there’s the docking bay and the cargo bay. Maybe we can sneak in through one of those? Maybe not the docking bay though, it would have a lot more people supervising there.” Dib trailed off, trying to think of more to say. “Ok, Dib, it’s not that hard. We just go home, pack our shit, and hide away in a storage crate. They open from the inside incase people get trapped in them. Too easy.” Gaz said as she sipped her bacon and cheddar meat-shake. “I mean I guess but... I’m still kinda nervous I suppose. I mean this is space we’re talking about! We’re gonna go to space Gaz! SPACE!” Dib said excitedly, while pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Calm down and keep your voice low dumbass. Do you want people to find out?” Gaz grumbled.

“Shit, your right.” Dib took a bite of his bbq chicken double mcmeatie burger, and looked around at the completely oblivious people around them. “Yeah I know.” Gaz said proudly. “Now let’s get out of this greasy joint and go home and start packing. And for chrissakes Dib, don’t let Dad or anyone else catch us packing because they might catch on!” Gaz said in an almost intimidating tone. “Right. Let’s not get caught.” Dib agreed.

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Hours had passed at home, hours of packing and planning and then extra plans incase the original plan failed, and then a plan after that and then another one after that. Gaz rolled up the ship’s blueprints and stuffed them in her backpack, which was full of snacks, games, clothes, and plenty of other interesting things.... Dib had also packed snacks and drinks, and had also packed video cameras, flashlights, a pocket knife, pepper spray, clothes, his phone, and plenty of chargers, and other small and mostly meaningless things. “Do you have your phone Gaz?” Dib asked. “Yeah, but I’m pretty sure you don’t get any sort of service once you go beyond earth, so I think bringing my phone is kinda pointless.” Gaz said. “Yeah but hey, more pictures of space, right?” Dib said, with his beaming, dorky smile. Gaz simply rolled her eyes. “Ok. Well we have everything packed right? Let’s go to bed. Pretend like everything is normal.” She said, with a tone of caution in her voice.

Dib peeked our from around his bedroom door. “Hey yknow I find it funny that dad thinks we need a babysitter or some shit. Like seriously? I’m nineteen. Your seventeen. We’re not twelve year old little shits anymore. We don’t need someone to watch us.” He complained. “Ok, one, does it matter? Two, speak for yourself Mr. I brought a rabid werewolf home and it almost killed me.” Gaz grouched at him. “Ok that was an accident.” Dib sighed in exasperation. “Yes, one that almost destroyed the house. One that also ate the puppy.” Gaz said while squinting angrily at her brother. “Hey... if we’re supposed to have a babysitter then why aren’t they here yet?” Dib asked suspiciously, changing the question. “Don’t jinx it asshole. With our luck it could be someone awful and stupid like an old middle school teacher or some sleaze-bag who does drugs.” Gaz grumbled. “Now go to bed. Before I strap you to yours and leave you here. We have a lot to go through tomorrow.” She said, before leaving her brother’s room.

Dib closed the door after her and laid on his bed. There was no way he was going to sleep, he was too excited, and his gut was doing all these twists and turns. Space. He might actually be in space tomorrow. Just the thought of it sent chills down his spine. “I better not go out there and there not be any space aliens for me to meet.” He murmured. He was up until around one in the morning, contemplating all the possibilities, before his body gave in to sleep.

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Gaz woke up early at around five. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, and went downstairs, reminding herself to wake Dib up in a little while. She marched into the kitchen to find a note on the table from Professor Membrane. She picked it up and curiously read it.

Dear Son and Daughter,

I love you both very much. I know you might be upset that I’m leaving without the both of you, but I couldn’t live with myself if I were to have risked your lives if something goes wrong. That’s why we’re leaving early this morning instead of later at night like we said, so you two don’t get any ideas about stowing away and being all sneaky. The babysitter will be here sometime at noon.

With Love, ~Your Father

P.S. don’t let your brother raise the dead again Gaz.

Gaz nearly had a brain aneurism, and was filled with sudden rage and panic. She could feel an angry scream, threatening to bubble it’s way out of her throat, like boiling lava from a volcano. “sssshhhHHHHIIIIIIIITT.” She charged up the stairs, and banged her brother’s door open, the doorknob slamming into the wall. “DIB WAKE UP!” She screeched at the top of her lungs, racing over and grabbing her brother, shaking him awake. “Huh? Wha? Gaz? What’s going on?” Dib asked groggily, after struggling to wake up. He grabbed his glasses and put them on, stunned by the agitated look upon his sister’s face.

“We need to go. Right. Now.” Gaz growled, gritting her teeth while trying to keep her cool. She was quivering with anticipation and panic. “What? Right now? But I thought-“ Gaz cut Dib off, growing ever more impatient for her brother to just get up and get going already. “Yeah? Well we were wrong! Here!” She shoved the note into his hands before racing off to her room to grab her stuff. She could hear Dib make an almost animalistic sound of extreme alarm and panic, and then a muffled “OH FUCK.” He grabbed his bag, opened it, and stuffed a bag of batteries and walkie-talkies into it before zipping it up and tossing it over his shoulders. The two of them charged down the stairs and out the door.

The cold November air bit at their faces as they ran out into the dark and lifeless five in the morning world. Gaz frantically called a taxi and demanded that they be extra speedy. Yes against the law speedy. No even faster than that! Yes this was an emergency! Five anxiety inducing minutes later, and a dark green taxi van pulled up. The driver rolled down the window and looked at Gaz and Dib I’m surprise, who were both equally surprised to find that their driver was Keef. “Hey Dib! Hey Gaz!” Keef said excitedly, and with an unnatural amount of cheer. “Where are you guys going?” He asked. Dib and Gaz hurried to get into the van. “Ok Keef, we need you to go as fast as you can! Ok? Like illegally fast. Ok? This is an emergency!” Dib said, his voice cracking with anxiety. “Whoa are you ok? Is one of you sick or something?” Keef asked with worry and concern. “Ok listen, we don’t have time for this! We need to go! Y’know where the giant new spaceship is? Take us there and make it faster than the speed of light! We need to say goodbye to our dad before he leaves!” Gaz looked him dead in the eyes, as she lied straight to his face.

“Oh ok! Gotcha!” Keef shifted the van into gear, and hit the gas. They jerked forward, slowly gaining momentum and speed. The speed gauge’s needle began to pull from 20-45-75 in mere minutes. Gaz eyed it nervously as the van began to shred by the neighborhood, now at 95 miles per hour. “Uh, I think that’s fast enough.” She mumbled nervously. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.” Dib groaned. “There’s a special bucket back there for that.” Keef said.

Surprisingly they went un-pursued and unnoticed by law enforcement, as they tore through the sleepy town and towards the launch feild, just on the outskirts of the city. “Oh my god we’re almost there! We’re gonna make it!” Dib was filled with hope. “Gaz look I can see the ship!” Dib then proceeded to vomit in the bucket, out of sheer stress and overexcitement. “Euuugh.” Gaz made a disgusted face before looking back to the horizon.

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Professor Membrane overlooked the view from the observation dome on the very top of the ship. He could see the entire broad horizon, the rising sun, the outline of the city, all the twisting and winding roads that lead to nature and other towns, and a tiny green van in the distance, speeding down one of those roads. “Ah so the world awakens. This is truly a glorious dawn. I hope the kids won’t be mad that they’re staying home. I will have to make sure to promise to bring them on the next trip, that is if all goes well. I do hope the hyper speed will work.” Professor Membrane thought out loud to himself, as he enjoyed the view and a black coffee. He payed the van no mind as it began to slow down, and turned to go check on the water filtration and waste disposal system.

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Keef pulled the van to a slow and eventual stop. “Ok this is as far as I can go guys.” He said. “Thank you.” Gaz grumbled before shoving two fifties into his hand and getting out of the vehicle. Dib grabbed his stuff and went to go after her. “Hey just call if you guys need a ride home or anything!” Keef said cheerily. “We’ll keep you in mind dude!” Dib said respectfully before racing after his sister.

“Ok. We have at least a little while before they take off. They’re still loading up the ship. We can make it.” Gaz said in complete confidence. “I’m glad I woke up when I did.” She said. “Are you ready? Cause Gaz, were going to fucking space. Space Gaz. SPACE. I almost can’t wrap my head around it. SPACE!” Dib began to get overexcited again. “Calm down before you vomit again!” Gaz said, eyeing her brother in mild disgust as she began jogging off the road and down the hill. “Hey! Wait for me!” He ran to catch up. They weaved through the trees and downed branches and a couple of logs before coming up to the electrified fence. “Shit. How do we get past that?” Dib complained. “Quiet. Let me think.” Gaz growled. “We don’t have time to think!” Dib said nervously. “I said be quiet!” Gaz snapped.

Gaz paced around for a few minutes before pulling her old skull necklace out of the back pocket of her backpack. She held it tight for a moment before tossing into the electric fence. It flashed like a bomb, shining pink rays of energy dancing about in the light, before sucking the energy out of the electric fence. It sat on the ground, sparking, humming with the newly trapped energy. “What. The. Hell.” Dib was shocked and confused. “Is that why... is that why you always wore that thing all the time? Is that why you can just do completely inexplicable shit that normal people can’t do? Gaz, what the hell?!” Dib could barley comprehend that all these years his sister had a supernatural talisman and he hadn’t even noticed. Gaz only smiled smugly at her brother, before picking it up, unharmed. She tossed her bag over the fence and began climbing.

Dib followed after her, clearly still struggling to grasp this newfound information, thus affecting his climbing skills. He attempted to jump down from the other side, but his leg got caught in the barbed wire. He hung there for a moment before falling down, his chest slamming into the hard earth, knocking the wind out of him. Gaz rolled her eyes and helped her brother up. “Now how about we stop dicking around and we get going? See look they’re almost done packing. We gotta go!” She raced off, quietly sneaking around every object. So far they’d gone unseen. Gaz peeked around the side of a cargo loader vehicle. There were some unsecured crates, that weren’t being very well guarded. She opened her bag, as Dib caught up, slightly out of breath, and pulled out a smoke bomb. “What the- why do you have that????” Dib asked in alarm. “Your just full of god damn surprises today aren’t you?” He asked, still clouded with alarm and confusion.

“Oh I have all sorts of things that a seventeen year old shouldn’t have. I have smokebombs, flashbangs, noisemakers, and a couple of spicy ghost bombs.” She said, puffing her chest up in pride. “I made them all myself.” Gaz smiled. “What’s a spicy ghost bomb?” Dib asked with morbid curiosity. “It’s a smoke bomb with pepper spray in it.” Gaz grinned maniacally. “What even...” Dib was too scared to take the conversation any further.

Gaz didn’t answer. Instead she simply tossed the smoke bomb as far as she could. It landed several feet away, down near a different collection of crates. She grabbed her brother’s arm as the smoke bomb went off and guards rushed to investigate. Gaz yanked Dib along, over to the stack of crates that she had her eye on. All the silver crates had “To storage complex 9” printed on them. She opened one and motioned for Dib to get inside it. Without hesitation, he wiggled in amongst the styrofoam packing peanuts and held onto his bag. “Wait... how am I gonna breathe?” He asked worriedly. “Don’t worry about it. They have ventilation in them. Remember the whole “designed just in case someone gets trapped in one” thing? We’ll be fine.” She said before shutting the top, leaving her brother in the suffocating and unbearable darkness.

Gaz hid behind the stack of the crates, peering around the corner again, and cursing in rage as the guards were heading back towards this stack. “Shit.” She swore under her breath, and ducked down as the two guards positioned themselves on either side of the crates. She wiggled in between a gap amongst the crates and hoped to Ultra Pigulon that she wouldn’t be seen. As luck would have it, that exact stack of crates was about to be lifted into the cargo bay. “Oh lucky fucking break, we made it.” She sighed in relief.

The stack was lifted and set down on a moving belt. She peered out from her hiding place and made sure no one was watching, before she hurriedly opened a crate and wriggled in, shutting it after her. The stack went through the belt system and came out in a storage room, with people who were moving everything into place and making sure all storage units were accounted for.

Dib got on his messenger and texted Gaz from his phone.

AgentMothman: ==> Forward to VØX3LRØT

AgentMothman: Did you make it? Are you hidden?

VØX3LRØT: Yes. I’m in a crate. Just make sure to be quiet. We’re not out of the woods yet.

AgentMothman: Right......

AgentMothman: Gaz I have to pee. Help what do I do?

VØX3LRØT: You should have went before we left.

AgentMothman: I DIDN’T HAVE TIME ASSHOLE.

VØX3LRØT: Oh well. Sit tight and hold it in. It’s gonna be awhile before we can get out.

AgentMothman: >:T

VØX3LRØT ==> switched to don’t disturb mode ==>

“Why you little-“ Dib scowled and furiously swiped the messaging app away. He sat in the darkness, curled up tight around his backpack. He grabbed his headphones and listened to music, muttering angrily to himself. It was going to be a long wait. He paused to think, imagining leaving earth behind. He already started to feel slightly homesick, but more excited and nervous than anything, to be in space. “I can’t wait.” His voice cracked into a excited squeak. “Your gonna be in space! Maybe you’ll finally find friends among the stars. I can’t wait to meet a whole bunch of space aliens. They’ve gotta be out there. They just gotta!” He murmured in excitement to himself. He laid back, trying to relax in the cramped space, as he listened to 80’s rock music, and thought about aliens.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

A entire hour and a half had passed, before suddenly, in their hiding places, Gaz and Dib felt the a great thundering shudder run through the ship. Gaz opened her crate a sliver, and peered through it. The ship shuddered a second time and then, with the ferocity of an earthquake, it began to lift up off the ground. A message sounded blatantly throughout the entire ship “Departure in 10 minutes. Please ensure that you are in a secured area and buckled into a seat. Ensure that all luggage and cargo is properly sealed and buckled down.” The message repeated every minute. Dib could feel his guts twisting in excitement. This was it. He was actually going to space. “No turning back now.” He whispered in excitement. Gaz closed her crate and wiggled back down into the packing peanuts. “Here we go.” She murmured.

The final take off message sounded.

“Ship clear for take off. Ascension in-“

“10”

“9”

“8”

“7”

“6”

“5”

“4”

“3”

“2”

“1”

“High speed take off initiated!”

The ship rumbled and quaked and tilted up into the sky. Dib and Gaz were both shocked out of their minds as the ship gave a furious jerk forwards, blasting off into the sky at an unnatural speed. Within mere minutes, the ship had pierced the earth’s atmosphere and entered outer space. Dib could feel himself slamming into the walls of the crate, being knocked around until his head smashed into the top of the crate, knocking him out cold.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dib woke sometime later, his crate open, and his sister peering inside, a look of genuine concern upon her face. His eyes fluttered open and he groaned in pain. Why did his head hurt? “Gaz?” He mumbled. “You got knocked out.” She explained quickly. “Come on! Get up. We have to hide.” She carefully helped her brother up, and he winced in pain, touching the top of his head gingerly. “Gaz. I still need to go to the bathroom.” Dib sighed. “Sheesh, I’m surprised you didn’t pee yourself or something.” His sister merely pointed to the end of the entire storage room. “I explored. The bathroom is to the left.” She said. Dib bolted in that direction while Gaz shook her head, sighing in exasperation. She turned and took her brother’s backpack out of the crate, and then closed it up to ensure that no one would be suspicious.

“Well we made it. We’re actually in space.” Gaz said, somewhat in relief. “Now all we gotta do is explore it. And not get caught being here. I’ve only ever been grounded twice, it’s not happening again.” Gaz walked in the general direction of her brother, looking around at the never ending rows of crates. There were bound to be people coming back here soon, it was only a matter of time. After a few minutes she reached the bathroom and waited for her brother. “Uuuugh I threw up in there Gaz... I didn’t think I had anything left in me..” Dib groaned, coming out of the bathroom. “Ok? I didn’t need to know that. We need to find a new place to hide. Let’s get going.” Gaz handed Dib his backpack and started walking towards the nearby exit, that led up to the docking bay.

The Docking bay was just as enormous as the cargo storage room, and the hangar for small ships was filled to the brim with as many as could possibly fit. All of them were small one to four person starships. “We’re not gonna hide in one of these are we?” Dib asked. “Just for now we are. Nobody is coming back here I don’t think.” Gaz opened the hatch to a four person ship and hopped inside, waiting patiently for Dib, who seemed unsure of whether this was a good idea or not. He reluctantly hopped on board the ship and looked around. It was the size of the living room at home and had a singular pilot seat in the front. In the back were two large seats on either side that had a safety bar above it, like one they pull down over your head on a roller coaster ride, along with seatbelts for extra safety. Then further in the back there was an emergency escape hatch on the floor, and a strange computer nearby with a circular pad built into the floor. Gaz went over to the pilot seat and sat down. “Oh man I like the feeling of this, I think I might wanna fly this sometime.” She said, observing the controls with interest.

Dib closed the hatch and then walked over to the computer in the back and stood on the circular pad, after dropping his bag on the floor. The computer fired up without Dib having to touch it and a red light began to scan him up and down. “Whoa what’s going on?” He tensed up, confused and somewhat nervous. “Scan complete! Please customize your suit on the screen.” The computer beeped. Gaz turned to look at her brother. “What are you doing?” She asked. “Whoa. I think this thing makes space suits!” Dib said, leaning in to look at the computer screen with interest. “Space suits!? Well when your done being a cosmic dork, it’s my turn! Might as well be stylish in space, right?” Said Gaz.

Dib started looking at suit options with interest. “How about something that breathes? I don’t wanna be in a suit that’s going to make me sweat to death!” He said. A color wheel popped up after tapping the suit option. “Um obviously I want it to be dark blue. Wait a minute, there are pattern options? Ooooooh I like the jagged side stripes.... what?! You can customize the pattern color too? This is amazing.” Dib continued on until he stopped at something that almost made him cry tears of joy. “Oh my god... Gaz come over here and look at this!” He cried out. Gaz leapt off the pilot seat, concerned that something was wrong, her brother sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “What?! What is it?!” She asked in blatant alarm. “Gaz look!” Dib pointed to the computer screen. “The suits can have built in binders!” He said, obviously trying not to cry, and very much failing to do so. “Wow. That’s pretty inclusive.” Gaz said, letting a genuine smile break across her face.

Dib removed his glasses for a moment to wipe the tears away, and then tapped the option excitedly and completed his suit. “Processing... Processing... PROCESSING....” The computer let out a soft ding and a small tray opened with a fresh and neatly folded up spacesuit. Dib picked it up and looked it over appreciatively, running his hands across the smooth and soft material. A holographic curtain popped up while he changed. “Hey I didn’t notice, but this thing has built in boots too. Fucking sweet.” The curtain came down once he was done, leaving him behind with all his clothes on the floor. He collected his clothes up in a ball and stuffed them into his bag, before hopping off the floorpad and staring at himself in deep appreciation. “This thing is really comfy!” He said, happily.

“Okiedoke, my turn!” Gaz hopped onto the floor pad and the computer scanned her. She customized her suit to be black with magenta and purple stripes slanting up and down either way across the front and back, as well as two dark purple diamond shapes over her shoulders. Both her and Dib’s suits were fingerless and had a sealed zipper down the chest and belly, that stopped just above the lower abdomen. “Wow this IS comfy!” Gaz said, doing a twirl after changing and stepping off the pad. “Right?!” Dib said, while putting his black trench coat back over the top of his suit, because there’s no way he was gonna stop wearing it. No way in hell. It was his favorite thing ever. He still kept his old small one from when he was twelve, in a box underneath his bed. Not even Gaz knew about it.

“This is an adventure. I’m having fun right now.” Dib said, with his big dorky smile. “I think we might have a good time out here!” Gaz said. “I mean we won’t be able to talk to dad for awhile, but we’ll still have fun!” She continued on. “I’ve been ready for space adventures my whole life. I think I’ve just made a fantastic decision, to not go back to earth. Well ok maybe I’ll visit and stuff, but I am definitely going to spend the rest of my life in space, and I haven’t even seen it all yet!” Dib said with excitement and vigor. He felt ready for anything and everything!

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