#anyway after he told me i look like daisy i was like 🥰 for the rest of the day haha

[citrlet]

📩Random simblr question of the day: Have you ever been told you look like a celebrity? If so, who?

I have actually! I was at my town's local comic con dressed as Rey from TFA and I was told I look like Daisy Ridley (which I don't see at all but it's a very nice compliment for me afdsjskl)

[forever-rogue]

I’ve got a question (and I’m not sure if you’ve already answered this, so I’m sorry if it’s already been asked!) about Afterglow. What did the voicemail say? Do you have any ideas of what Frankie said? I’m agonizing over it.

AN | I’ve never really answered this…how about we finally find out?🥰 

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Pregnant!Reader

Word Count | 1k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

Read Afterglow Here!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked out into the living room. The door to the backyard was open, bringing the fading golden daylight and the warm California air. Outside, fairy lights twinkled everywhere, illuminating the garden beautifully. But the most beautiful was right in front of you.

Frankie was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch with his baby girl resting against his chest, and Jaime at his feet with Daisy sleeping next to him. He was holding open a picture book, the kids’ favorite of the moment and reading it to them - well mostly Jaime - but putting on all sorts of different voices for each character. The young boy couldn’t get enough of it. 

He must have sensed you watching them because he paused for a moment and looked over, giving you that megawatt smile you adored. You felt your cheeks warm as he shot you a quick wink before turning his attention back to the kids. You couldn’t complain; you’d have him all to yourself once you put the little ones down.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

“Honey Bee,” he sang happily as he came back downstairs after finally getting Ally and Jaime to bed. He’d insisted on taking over that duty tonight since you’d been working so hard and tired lately. You hadn’t told him that it was partially his fault - affectionately of course - because you were pregnant again. Yeah…it definitely hadn’t been intended for you to get pregnant so soon since your daughter was just over a year old. But…these things happened - happy accidents you liked to think, “you look beautiful.”

“I’m wearing ratty pajamas, haven’t washed my hair or slept properly in days,” you eagerly accepted the hug he offered, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he pressed soft kisses to your hair, “I highly doubt I look that beautiful.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he whispered, “still the most gorgeous being in the universe.”

“Francisco,” there was nothing but fond adoration behind your little admonishment. You pulled back for a moment before taking his face in your hands and kissing him softly, “I love you.”

“I love you,” even after all this time you managed to raise a flush to his cheeks, “tell me what’s on your mind. I can practically hear the gears turning.”

“It’s nothing,” you tried to shrug it off but he wasn’t buying it, “it’s not nothing. But It’s not that important. Not anymore anyway.”

“Tell me,” he tried to coax it out of you gently, but you knew he wouldn’t push you if you weren’t ready, “baby.”

“The voicemail,” oh yes. Frankie immediately knew what you were referring to, “I think about it sometimes. It comes and goes, you know? But still…I wonder what it said.”

“Ahh, yes,” he teased softly, “the voicemail. I can tell you exactly what it said, if you really want to know.”

“I do.”

“Even after all this time?”

“Yes,” you nodded, hopping onto the counter and he settled in between your legs, hands on your thighs, “tell me.”

“Well,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “it was just me rambling on. But I said that I was sorry for everything - for leaving like I did, for not telling you sooner, or fucking up all of our plans. I reminded you that you deserve everything, and you shouldn’t ever settle for anything less. I said that I was sorry for only being able to call sporadically, that you were the best thing that had ever happened to me.”

“Francisco,” your expression softened and you felt tears start to well up. You were going to blame pregnancy hormones for that.

“And then,” he reached up and tenderly wiped away your tears, “I said that as soon as I was able to I was going to leave - leave the military. I realized what a mistake I made and I just wanted to come home to you. Because my home was - and is - wherever you are. I wanted to come and be with you, while you were finishing school and whatever, and that we’d make it work. Somehow we’d make it work.”

You were fully crying now and you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. After all these years you finally got to hear what he had said. And that if you’d just listened…things could have been so different, “‘m sorry, Frankie. I’m so sorry. If I had just listened to it…all this time, we could have…you were just waiting on me, weren’t you? To say yes.”

“Hey,” he nodded softly but he just held you and gently rubbed your back, “it’s okay, Bee. We figured it out in the end. It worked out - we’re okay. We’re here, in California, in our own home, with our children. We got there in the end.”

“We did,” you agreed, sniffling but smiling at him, “I love you very much. You and our little family.”

“I love very, very much too,” he grinned, pressing soft kisses all over your face, “nothing else matters, yeah? We have each other and everything we ever dreamed of. Just like we always said.”

“I know,” you sighed wistfully. His eyes were so soft and gentle as he studied, “I’m pregnant.”

You blurted it out before you could even think about it, but the smile that grew on his face was worth it. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his messy curls, “really? This is…wow - amazing.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “surprise!”

“Fuck,” he pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you so much, Honey Bee.”

“I love you, Francisco,” you brushed your lips against his, “forever and always.”

[slashersangel]

Hey it’s me again, can I request a Dwayne x reader? It’s not…it’s not going well with the boyfriend and I found out why he was mad. I love my poly boys but I just need Dwayne rn. If your not busy. The reader could be just getting over a break up or something it can be whatever you want it. Just something to make up for today. I like how you write out Dwayne, and he’s kinda my comfort character so please and thank you.

i’ve been like shadow banned this whole time and i didn’t even realize i just thought people didn’t like me anymore💀

anyways, of course i love my dwayne too🥰 i really hope you feel better, make sure you’re taking care of yourself! if not then i’ll find you >:(

• you had just broken up with your boyfriend, whether it was mutual or not, it still hurt like hell.

• you had made plans with Dwayne that night to go play some games at the boardwalk then get a bite to eat, but you couldn’t even stomach going up to get some water from the kitchen. You just wanted to lay in your bed, cry, sleep, watch tv, whatever it was, you just felt horrible and didn’t want to go out, even if it was with your best friend.

• dwayne got worried after the first thirty minutes of you not showing up. At the ten minute mark, okay you just didn’t see the time and are leaving the house now. Twenty minutes pass, maybe you took a nap and slept pass your alarm, or you’re just stuck in traffic or have a transportation problem, nothing to get too worried about. Then thirty minutes, but your house isn’t that far away from the boardwalk, you don’t take any busy streets, you actually could’ve walked and been here quicker. Okay, now he’s worried, eternally freaking out, on the outside it just looks like he’s fidgeting, restless. But on the inside he’s hoping that you didn’t get hurt or worse

• despite his instinct to go and find you, David told him to wait a bit longer, and he did. A whole four minutes, it would’ve been five but everything was screaming at him that you just weren’t okay. and to be fair, you really weren’t. you were this close to eat your feelings away then sleeping off the insecurities you have after eating an entire tub of ice cream.

• dwayne hurries to your house as if trying to beat someone there, an imaginary house robber? yup. some people looking for a fun night? definitely. serial killer? okay maybe he should speed up.

• now usually, like 98% of the time, Dwayne has completely rational mind set, but when it came to you, he had just felt this protective instinct, maybe it was because when he met you, you were crying over how your boyfriend had just ditched you at the boardwalk, he thought you’d be easy prey, but you just looked too sweet, innocent, in need of protection at that moment, then he thought he should kill your boyfriend, but decided against all those thoughts.

• when he reached your house, he took the key from under the daisy planter and opened your door. He looked around and saw no sign of you, he went upstairs and to your room.

• the scent of you filled his nose, a perfect combination of florals and sages. he looked at your bed, under the covers was a lump the size of you. You muttered a weak, go away.

• Dwayne sighed. He had heard your heartbeat when he walked into the room, but you just saying something calmed him down some. Dwayne walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, placing a hand on the lump under the covers.

• you move the covers away from your head and look up at him, squinting your eyes at the light Dwayne turned on when he came in. Then he got a good look at your face. Your eyes were red and puffy as if you just stopped crying a few seconds ago.

• he asked a small “what happened?” and you told him, successfully holding back your tears. Dwayne nodded with what you were saying, rubbing your arm up and down. He knew he was cold to the touch and it might’ve been uncomfortable with your warm skin. Warm skin. Dwayne checks your forehead for a fever but you just felt warm all over. He read somewhere pr maybe over heard, that humans could get sick if they cried too much, and you had definitely cried a considerable amount

• you took his hand off your forehead but didn’t let go, instead just played with the rings on his fingers. You told him that, yes you had a stuffy nose and the beginning of a headache from crying, but no, you weren’t sick sick.

• you knew that he wasn’t a man of many words, but you were happy that he was there with you. And he’d let you talk about whatever you wanted, he’d listen and if you wanted him to speak, maybe he would a little bit, but he isn’t very good with words, just actions.

• maybe that’s why he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, placing both by the end of your bed, and laid next to you, tugging you onto his chest gently, and letting you lay on top of him. Maybe this will finally show you that he’s liked you much more than a friend for a while now,

• but all you could really think of was how you were laying on Dwayne’s naked chest, trying so hard to keep your hands to yourself but you just wanted to trace little shapes on his chest and relax.

• Dwayne was yours until the sun came up, you knew that, you may or may not have known why, but you knew that he’d do anything you’d want. You want to talk shit about your boyfriend? Dwayne never liked him for a second. Want some snacks? He’s in the kitchen or at the store getting your favorites. Movie marathon? Already has your comfort movies out in a row. You want some space? Oh, well maybe he’ll stay downstairs for a while, but once he hears crying he’ll come back up.

• he’s not great with people, especially when they’re crying. but he’ll learn if it meant you’d be okay. You’re his, and he’d take care of you until the end of time and kill anyone who’d hurt you. Speaking of, the next night, Dwayne is a little late to whatever you planned that night but you didn’t wonder why once he gave you an answer. but the next morning, your ex boyfriend was reported missing. When you brought it up to Dwayne, he just smirked and shrugged. “Haven’t seen him.”

hope you liked this lovely! and please feel better, i’m sorry all this is happening to you! <3

thought i posted this last night but ig i forgot

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Dear Fucking Diary: Entry the 6th - The Date - Wtf Am I Going to Wear?

Pairings: Dean x Fem!OFC (Daisy)

Explicit 18 +/Warnings: None really. Daisy feeling insecure. Dean murdering everyone with his hotness. 😁

Word Count: 2,326

DFD: Series Masterlist

Series Summary: I’ve been tasked with writing in this fucking diary like a some teenage girl. It sucks, but who else am I going to talk to about the incredible hottie who lives next door?

Chapter Summary: 6th Entry: I agreed to this? To a date with Dean Winchester? I might be masochistic.

A/N:  This series has popped into my head from out of nowhere. It was supposed to be a whole other thing, but then it just morphed into this. (Cause I needed more series to work on! 🙄😄) Hope you like it, I should be releasing a new entry every few days, and I think there will be about 7 or 8 entries. The first entry is short and sweet, but most of the others will range between 1000 and 3000 words. Thanks everyone!! 🥰

The awesome divider at the bottom is created by @talesmaniac89

So, I broke the rule.

That third date rule.

The thing that TV shows decided was a thing and that we collectively agreed to. No sex before the third date otherwise the guy will think you're a slut. But also don't wait past the third date otherwise the guy will think you're frigid.

I know the rule and even if I tend to think it's kind of arbitrary and weird, I've generally abided by it. But I've never been on a date with Dean Winchester.

Until last night.

So, after I wrote my last entry I spent about an hour trying on and discarding outfits. Suddenly every article of clothing I owned was complete crap and made me look even shorter than I am and even more squat. Everything was the wrong color and washed me out or made me look jaundiced. I hated my entire closet.

In the end I wore a pair of high-waisted black jeans that I felt fit me the best, and a crop top sweater that reached my waist band, but fell off my shoulder.

Weirdly, I like my shoulders and I needed to feel good about something regarding my looks before I stepped out with the hottest man in the world.

The sweater was also sapphire blue to match my eyes, another little boost to my ego, since I generally liked the color of my eyes. I needed every little bit of help I could get to feel less anxious about going out into public with an Adonis.

I still had Lois' words and look of absolute disdain in my head and I couldn't shake it out no matter what I tried. What if everybody else looked at me like that too? What if they all thought the way Lois did, that the pairing of me and Dean was completely absurd?

I was on the verge of texting Dean to tell him that I couldn't make it when the spark of Old Me spoke up and told me that if I turned down the chance to go out and hopefully make out with that ridiculously fine man she would never forgive me.

I sucked up all my anxieties and fears and put on a dab of vanilla bean perfume.

Then there was a knock on my door and it was too late anyway.

I took a deep breath and pulled open my door. The breath whooshed out of me like I'd been kicked in the gut.

"Oh, holy shit." I said quietly without thinking as I took in the man standing on the other side of my doorway.

He grinned and shook his head as he looked me over. "Right back atcha."

I could barely register what he was saying though because he was wearing a leather jacket.

A. Fucking. Leather. Jacket.

It fit him perfectly across his broad back and thick, round shoulders. It was open and I could see an olive green button down shirt underneath. Well worn, dark wash jeans and heavy boots completed the look that had me actively trying not to drool.

The thing was that what he was wearing wasn't designer made or flashy or anything that I hadn't seen on a thousand guys before. It shouldn't be anything special. Except maybe the leather jacket, because fuck me - hot guys in leather - umph!

But really, it was the body under the clothes that elevated them; so broad and long, he was just so thick, so sturdy. Honestly, it made me wanna wrap my legs around him and ride.

Even more than his body though, Dean seemed to exude some kind of magic pheromones that immediately drove me insane, made me feral and desperate to rip all his clothes off and put my mouth on every square inch of his skin.

All of these thoughts (and more!) rushed through my mushy brain while I stared stupidly at him for a solid thirty seconds without saying anything.

He was doing a fair amount of staring himself, I realized, and the thought that he liked what he saw had me blushing.

But my brain immediately started countering that thought with negative ones, like maybe he was staring at me because he was mortified to be leaving the apartment with me, maybe he was completely regretting having asked me out. Maybe he'd only done it out of gratitude for helping him with Lois.

But Old Me was yelling back, "Look at his face, you idiot! That's desire, that's pleasure you see there! Don't you remember what that looks like?!"

Mostly I didn't. But his next words helped prove Old Me right.

He smiled again. "Good god, you're beautiful." He said, his voice deep and awestruck.

He bit into his bottom lip and I felt my stomach swoop. I wonder if he's aware of that little affectation of his and whether he knows it kills me every time.

I felt my face burning and I immediately looked away and scoffed at the compliment. "Yeah, okay." I said with an eyeroll.

He caught my chin and forced my gaze back to his. He frowned and his eyes bore into mine. "Yeah." He said, his voice firm, countering my skepticism.

I couldn't keep hold of his piercing green gaze and let my eyelashes flutter down over my cheeks, as I tried to shield myself from his certainty and from the heat I could read easily there.

"Well, thank you." I said quietly.

Dean let go of my chin, letting his fingers trail across my jaw and then down the side of my neck. After a moment of awkward silence on my part I grabbed my jacket from the peg beside the door and walked out of my apartment, pulling the door closed behind me.

As I was locking the deadbolt, I waved my hand toward myself. "I hope what I'm wearing is okay, I forgot to ask you where we were going."

He grinned and as I tossed my keys into my purse, he stuck his elbow out toward me, offering me his arm like we were in an old-timey movie. "Well first, dinner."

I smiled at his silly chivalrous gesture and slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow, wrapping my hand as far as it would go around his bicep, and enjoying the feel of his hard muscles moving under the leather.

"And second?" I asked.

He threw me a wink. "Second is a surprise!"

"I don't really like surprises." I chuckled. "Give me a hint."

"This surprise will be lots of fun - and...physical." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I laughed breathlessly.

With a vague and suggestive description like that a million dirty thoughts immediately leapt to mind and I was quiet and distracted until we got to the parking lot and walked over to where his big black car sat in his spot.

I walked up to the passenger door and Dean opened it for me. I ran my hand along the sleek line of the roof and whistled.

"Gorgeous." I said with reverence.

"Yeah, she is." Dean said with a proud smile. "Do you know a lot about cars?"

I shook my head. "I know nothing about cars." I grinned wide. "But I know she's pretty."

Dean chuckled. "Well, she likes you now."

I laughed again as I slid into the worn but incredibly comfortable leather seats and Dean closed the heavy door after me. As he walked around to the driver's side, I took a deep breath and let the feeling of happy anticipation settle over me. I'm often so full of anxieties and worries that I don't let myself enjoy the good moments.

I didn't want to do that with Dean.

We drove to a restaurant about ten minutes away, it looked vaguely expensive, a steakhouse by the looks of it.

"I've come here a couple times." Dean said as he opened the restaurant door and allowed me to proceed him inside. "Their food is from the gods!"

The hostess greeted him, smiling broadly when she saw him. Her smile faltered slightly when she saw me, but she led us to our table, offering polite pleasantries before telling us our waitress would be right along. Then she ran a hand down Dean's arm as she left.

Dean didn't seem to notice, picking up his menu and scanning the options. I wondered how often that happened to him, women he didn't know finding ways to touch him, and I also wondered whether he ever even noticed.

Our waitress came to the table and pulled out her order pad before looking up at Dean and immediately blushing.

"Hi. I'm Melissa, I'll be your server." she said in a breathy voice.

She didn't look at me.

Dean looked up from his menu and smiled at her and I thought the poor girl was going to pass out.

"Hi, Melissa, I'll have a beer, dark, whatever you've got on tap is fine."

"Okay." Melissa said without writing anything down, just staring.

Dean looked at me. "What are you having?"

Melissa followed his gaze and seemed surprised to see me. But not in the condescending, rude way Lois had. She just looked genuinely shocked to see someone else there, and I realized the world had narrowed to a pinpoint, with only Dean in view as soon as she'd seen him.

I felt immediate sympathy and kinship with this girl, who couldn't have been a day over eighteen.

She smiled at me, embarrassed to be caught ogling my date and I just smiled back reassuringly.

I feel ya sister.

"I'll have the same thanks."

She nodded and quickly ran off.

I looked at Dean and shook my head. "Do you ever get used to that? You're like a rock star!"

Dean looked at me, genuine puzzlement on his face. "What do you mean?"

I let out a small laugh at his ignorance.

"I mean, our hostess and her wandering hands," I leaned across the table and ran my hand down his arm in imitation. I was thrilled to see that he sure noticed my caress.

He watched my hand move down his bicep and then caught my gaze. His jewel green eyes were full of warmth and his lips parted on a soft inhale. As I pulled my hand back I could still feel his hardness under my fingers.

I squeezed my fingers into a fist to stop the tingling and shrugged, continuing. "And our poor waitress."

He looked in the direction the young woman had gone and frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "She was shell-shocked by you, she could barely speak as soon as she looked at you."

He scrunched up his face in an expression that said I was crazy. But then Melissa came bouncing back to the table.

"I'm so sorry. I...I forgot to write down your order." she said, her face beet red as she waved her order pad in the air. "I don't remember what you said."

Dean smiled at her again and I swear I could hear her heart stop beating.

"Two Dark Beers, whatever is on tap."

Melissa stayed staring at him a moment before she shook herself back to reality. "Two...beers? What...sorry, what kind?" she questioned and I took pity on her.

I knew only too well about that rushing sound that often took over your brain if you looked at Dean for too long.

I leaned forward and laid my fingertips on her forearm finally drawing her attention to me again. "Two dark beers, sweetie, just whatever's on tap." I said again, hoping it would stick in her memory this time and spare her more embarrassment.

She smiled at me in relief and wrote something on her notepad. "Okay, great, thanks!" she said and left quickly without looking back at Dean.

When I looked back at Dean with a raised eyebrow, the tips of his ears turned pink and there was a flush across his cheeks, making his freckles stand out more prominently.

He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, an adorable trait of his that I'd noticed came out when he was shy or embarrassed. "She's probably just new."

I was surprised again by his complete lack of game and/or an understanding of just how powerful his appeal was. I smiled at the realization that looking the way he did, he probably didn't need a whole lot of game to get women to come home with him. Likely, they were the ones hitting on him.

It's probably a good thing that he isn't fully aware of just how much power he holds over us mere mortals. It might make him very dangerous.

"Don't worry," I reached across the table and patted his hand. "tell me what you want to order and I'll do all the talking when she comes back. The poor thing won't even need to look at you."

He just gave an adorably shy smile and stared down at the table. But when I tried to pull my hand away, he grabbed hold of it, engulfing it in his and rubbing his callused thumb over the backs of my knuckles. I could feel the simple gesture in the tightening of my lower belly muscles and in the way electric sparks seemed to shoot up my arm.

Crap!

Sorry, I gotta stop writing here. I have an appointment with Dr. Hailey and I'm running late now. I don't know if I'm gonna tell her about breaking the 3rd date rule. I think she'll think it was a bad idea.

Maybe it was...was it? Fuck, it sure didn't feel like it at the time!

Maybe I'll soften her up by telling her she was right about you, Dear Diary. I kind of love you now. And I'll tell you all about the best sex of my life (like by a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot!) in my next entry.

See ya, DD!

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