#sigh...i love frankie sm

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Kɪʟʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Frankie Morales × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2,5 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: It was a night like any other, except for the fact that it was pretty late and your husband wasn't home yet. When he finally arrived, he didn't do it like you expected.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: established relationship, mentions of blood, mentions of death, slight angst, reader taking care of frankie bc hes a sweetheart, teeth rotting fluff, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: hey yall, this is the first thing that im writing for this blog, which im gonna dedicate to pedro pascal fully. i wanted to start with frankie bc i love him sm, he has a special place in my heart and it just felt like the right thing. enjoy <3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The wind howled inside the room by the open window on the side of your bedroom. It was one of those nights where you weren't able to sleep, concerned about your husband not coming home yet. You woldn't usually be so worried, but it was already a couple of hours past midnight, and he never took that much time coming back home. You had spent all that time trying to convince yourself that he was okay, that he was probably just having one of his boy nights or days out with his friends. But then again, if that was the case, he would have given you a heads up —texted you—, but he didn't. Now that you think about it, he didn't even say where he was going when he said goodbye to you that morning.

Now you were even more concerned. Where the hell was he? Why hadn't he said anything to you? Why wasn't he home? All those questions were running side to side in your head, and they wouldn't let you sleep.

At least not until you heard the door opening and closing, followed by the clanking of the keys on a table.

You got up from the bed as fast as you could, running to the door with a glimpse of hope and relief blooming inside your chest. All the concern and fear you had just a minute ago had all gone away, knowing that Frankie was home safe.

"Frankie?", you whispered into the darkness of the corridor. In response, your husband gave you a soft gasp. "Frankie, baby, are you okay?", you moved closer to him, still not able to see anything in the lack of light.

"Hey, honey", he finally spoke. You could feel how his voice was unsteady. As your concern started to rise again, you moved in closer with your arm extended out to grab him. "No, don't come near me, babe. I'm...", he stopped talking.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?", you asked, stepping away like he told you to.

"Just don't get close right now, 'kay? I'm not clean".

"What do you mean you're not clean?"

"I mean... I'm... I've got...".

Since he didn't seem willing to tell you what was going on, you just interrupted him and turned the corridor lights on. It was then that you saw him covered in red and brown. Blood and dirt were spread all over his clothes, barely letting the denim jacket and the gray t-shirt underneath be seen. The anger that was flowing through your veins just seconds ago moved away to make way for fear to come back. You watched in horror how the man in front of you looked at you with eyes full of sorrow and regret. His hands were trembling, blood dried up on the tip of his fingers, where it had dripped. The hair under his cap —which was also covered in dirt and blood— was drenched in what looked like a mix of blood and sweat, as well as disheveled, more than it usually was.

Your own hands got up to touch his face. His eyes fluttered close when you graced your fingers over his cheekbones, stroking his skin lightly. Frankie let out a shaky sigh, your touch making his heart rate calm down a little bit. One of his hands went up to grab yours and he entwined the fingers of both of you.

"Tell me this is not your blood", you said slowly. Frankie was only able to shake his head no. "Oh, thank God", you moved your hand away from his face and got closer to him, wraping your arms around his torso in a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay, honey", you pressed your cheek flush against his chest. He responded hugging you just as tight, his chin resting on your head.

"I'm sorry", he whispered. His hands squeezed you as forcefull as his fingers permitted. Something liquid fell on your hair from his chin, followed by a soft whimper out of Frankie's mouth. You held him tighter, too. "I should've told you", he cried.

"Told me what, Frankie?", you caressed his back in a reassuring motion.

"That I was goin' out again", another sob came from his lips. "That I was goin' on another mission".

You suddenly understood the situation. That is why Frankie hadn't come home earlier. That is why he didn't tell you anything about where was he going. Because he was going out on a mission once again, and he didn't want you to worry. Maybe he thought you would argue with him about it, not let him go, and he didn't want you to be mad at him, nor wanted to be mad at you. Whatever it was why he didn't want you to know, though, didn't matter anymore.

"It's okay, love. I got you now, you're here with me, you're safe".

You held him as he cried, talked him through it, told him he was going to be fine. He just nodded every time you reminded him that nothing bad was going to happen to him, or to you, and that you would stay with him no matter what.

As the night went by, Frankie's sobs calmed down until getting to a halt. His breath became steady, just as his heartbeats. The tears pouring out of his eyes down onto your head stopped soaking your hair, and the ones that had fallen over it had already dried up. You then moved away from the hug, grabbing your husband's hand.

"How does a shower sound, hm?", you looked up at him. "You must be exhausted, and you're gonna need to get out of those clothes and all that dirt if you wanna get into bed without leaving an ugly stain", you chuckled, trying to cheer him up. He could see what you wanted to do, and gave you a smile followed by a soft breathed-out giggle.

"Yeah... Yeah, I should shower", he squeezed your hand.

"Good. I'll help you. You did leave a stain on me after that hug", you looked down at yourself, your pajamas now dirty with red and brown, just like Frankie's clothes. He smiled again, mumbling an apology before you led him to the bathroom.

You took your clothes off first, then helped Frankie out of his. As you slowly removed his denim jacket, you uncovered some cuts on his forearms. The t-shirt was also broken in the back because of more scratches that went up his shoulders as well. His legs were less hurt though, which gave you some relief. Still, when his feet were left unclothed, you saw some blisters on the heels, and his nails were broken and bloodied. Frankie took your hand when he saw your face full of concern. He helped you stand up so you could look at him and gave you the sweetest smile he could pull up. You smiled back, trying to focus on making him feel better and forget about whatever happened at that mission he had gone out on.

You stepped into the shower right after him. You turned on the faucet and waited for the water to be warm enough. Then, you turned to look at Frankie, telling him to get in front of you. He turned around so you were facing his back. You watched as the water doplets ran along his curls, his torso and down his legs. Once he was completely wet, you turned the faucet off and started rubbing the soap all over his body. You massaged the points you found more tense and stroked his wounds gently. He would let out a pained whimper when one of them hurt, and you immediatly whispered a quick apology and moved onto the next cut.

When you finally reached his hair, you buried your fingers on the soft, chocolate curls of your husband and massaged his scalp softly. His lips parted as he let a pleased and relaxed sigh escape from between them. His hands had stopped trembling and now laid by the sides of his body. You kept scrubing the shampoo at his scalp until it was covered in bubbles, and then moved down to grab his hands. He turned around to look at you as you rubbed the blood away from his fingers, staring into his deep brown eyes. His lips showed you a small, brief smile when your fingers entwined with his. He left you facing his back once more and turned the faucet on again. You helped him get rid of all the soap.

"Thank you", he said, so low that you barely heard him.

"Of course, pretty boy", you hugged him from behind, leaving small pecks at the back of his neck. He brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed it multiple times. Your smile came back to your lips at his gesture. "You might want to eat something before we go to bed", you turned off the faucet.

"Yeah, maybe I should. I'm kinda starvin' ", he chuckled. You were happy to see him less scared and traumatized than he was when he first arrived home. 

You both got out of the shower and helped each other dry up. You put all your dirty clothes in the washing machine, setting a mental reminder to put it to work next morning. You followed Frankie into your shared bedroom as he picked clean clothes from the wardrobe for the both of you. Once you were dressed, you walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out a plate of leftovers from your own dinner so Frankie could have some. He just sat down on the kitchen table as he watched you do it all. He thought back to everything that had happened that day. He had murdered people again, something that he had promised himself not to do again and that he wasn't proud of doing, but something that had to be done and would save millions of lives, including yours.

He'd give anything to have you taking care of him like this again, he thought that morning he went on that mission. Even if it meant killing, torturing and hurting people, like it all had. And so, there you were, taking care of the poor, traumatized Frankie that had gone back home to you just to have you like this again. He thought that, after all, if he had protected you and saved your life, he didn't care of what he had done that day. He let all the bad thoughts drift away as the thought of you being safe and in his arms that night was all that got to occupy his mind.

He got up from his chair and hugged you from behind as you were setting his dinner on a plate. You giggled, stopping for a moment to place your hands over his. Frankie kissed the side of your head once you got back to his plate. When you were done, he grabbed it mumbling a little "thank you" and placed it on the kitchen table, where you two sat at.

You watched silently as your husband ate the food as fast as his movements allowed him, without a single break to breathe. You heard him moan every time he put a piece of a different meal into his mouth, enjoying the flavor of each one of them after not having eaten for the entire day. After a couple of short minutes, there was no food left on his plate. He looked at you and realised the way you were observing him. He put on an innocent look on his eyes and gave you a little smile as an apology.

"You were starving", you placed the plate in the sink, then grab Frankie's hand. "We should go to sleep now".

He let you lead him into the bedroom. You helped him inside the sheets when you saw his legs trembling at the sting of his wounds. You sat next to him once he was laying down under the sheets. He looked at you with hooded eyes, still feeling sorry for how useless he had been that night. You just held his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, as if to remind him that he wasn't useless, and that you liked to take care of him.

"I'm sorry", he said once again.

"Stop it, Frankie. Don't be sorry", you laid next to him, facing him and staring into his eyes. "Look, I don't know where you went today, or what you did. But what I do know is that, whatever it was, it was for good, even if you don't feel good about it. And I also do know that you're okay, here, with me tonight, and no one can hurt you as long as I'm with you", you cupped his face with both of your hands. "And no one will hurt me as long as you stay with me, got it?", he nodded. "Then I'll take it you'll stay with me, right?". He grabbed your face in a gentle, yet firm grasp. His brown orbs stared deep into your soul.

"I'm gonna stay with you. Forever. I'm gonna protect you with everythin' I have, even if it means I gotta kill every single human bein' on this Earth. No one is ever gonna hurt you as long as I'm here", he promised.

He then pulled you in for the most tender, loving, sweetest kiss he had ever given you. It was a kiss where he showed you all the things he felt for you, where he told you how much he loved you without needing words. It made you realise how much his promise meant and how serious he was about it. Of course you knew he would kill for you, that was his job after all. You just hoped he didn't have to put himself in danger again, and that he would just stay with you for as long as life allowed you to be together.

"Can I be the little spoon tonight?", he asked, taking you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with eyes full of love as he smiled shyly.

"Get over here, baby".

And so, you held him tight until the both of you fell asleep. Frankie had no nightmares that night, the complete opposite of what he thought would happen. He expected to not be able to close his eyes for the entire night, but that didn't happen. He just focused on listening to your breathing and feeling your heartbeat on his back. That all was enough for you to help him have his very hoped dreamless night. He rested just like he needed, and he slept right through the night. After all, he now knew that he was in your arms, and you were right there with him, so nothing bad would happen to any of you.

[strawb3rrystar]

STAR SJJAJAJSJAJAJJAJA SO HI‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥 I JUST GOT MY… YOU KNOW THE FEMALE THINGY WHERE KETCHUP SPILLS ALOT AND U WAS HOPING YOU COULD MAKE SOMETHING WITH MM!MIKEY?? Ik i sound desperate rn bc i am, i hate this sm and sometimes i feel like crying bc its so bad 🥲🥲🥲

You don’t have to do this at all if you’re uncomfortable or don’t have time!! You’re absolutely awesome dude!! Drink water, Eat food, and Sleep on time!! A writer to another, these are key to an awesome writing schedule!!

The best kind of comfort.

Pairing: MM! Mikey x GN! Reader (No pronouns used, but the reader is on their period)

Warnings: Cramps that leave the Reader bedridden, Based on my own period symptoms, Mentions vomiting, Emergency request for Frankie - it's on the shorter side

Word count: 300+

✰Masterlist

You curled into a half fetal position, wrapping the blankets tightly around yourself. You could barely move, you were in so much pain, feeling the strong urge to vomit every time you stand up. Your head pounds from a strong headache that plagues you currently. Curtains drawn as you lay in your dark room, hoping to block out all light.

Your sweetheart of a boyfriend was standing outside your window, debating to call you or just walk right into your room. The bag of snacks is loud as he slips through the window, moving the curtain out of his face. Mikey tiptoes over to your bed, but your eyes are wide open by the time he's standing beside you. "How are you feeling?"

He asks, placing the bag on the ground. You sigh, slowly moving to a sitting position. "Terrible." Mikey sits on your bed next to you, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I brought you some snacks."

You lightly smile, letting out a small 'thank you' in response. He pulls the bag into your lap, letting you go through it and take what you wanted. Mikey had gotten you all of your favorite snacks, making your heart swell with joy. You were still in immense pain, but the fact you had such a caring turtle to stay by your side while you suffered, made you feel slightly better.

Mikey opens your laptop and turns it on, asking you what you wanted to watch. You tell him to pick as you make room for him in your bed. He picks a random show for you to bing, climbing under the covers next to you. The rest of the day was spent eating junk food, making jokes and poking fun at the show you were watching, cuddling, and complaining from the amount of pain you were in. To which Mikey listened to all of it.

Star's notes -> Sending you lots of love, Frankie!! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♥︎ You'll get through this!! I feel you tho, I'm getting mine in a week. (Not so- fun fact: I don't take any kind of meds during that week bc I can't swallow pills (ुŏ̥̥ŏ̥̥)

(Thank you @averagerottmntsimp for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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Oh I'd love to hear your thoughts on 10 (to get them to talk) with (what else) Marc Marquez x Marco Bezzecchi

i had sm fun writing this, marco's crash during silverstones sprint is gonna be in the next chapter of "before" but i'm allergic to writing fluff in my series' so it was nice to make them happy

After the sprint race on Saturday, the paddock buzzed with a mix of adrenaline and anxiety. The usual roar of engines and chatter was overshadowed by a sense of unease that settled like a dark cloud over the teams and riders. Marco and Franky had gone down hard, the violent crash sending shockwaves through everyone who witnessed it, which was over half of the grid as well as everyone watching both there and at home. It wasn't just the sight of their bikes skidding across the track, or the sickening thud when the Italians hit the gravel — it was the way he lay there, motionless for a moment, that had everyone holding their breath.

Marc felt his heart lurch the moment he saw Marco's crash on the screen. He knew all too well the dangers of their sport, the fine line they walked every time they got on their bikes. But seeing Marco, someone he had grown close to over the season, sprawled out on the gravel was something else entirely. The knot of worry in his stomach tightened as the cameras cut away, leaving the outcome uncertain. He hadn't been close to the Italian when he got hurt at Vale's ranch so now that they were close this was an entirely new feeling.

It took what felt like an eternity for Marco to gather the strength to pick himself up from the gravel. Each movement was slow, labored, as if the very act of standing was a battle against his own body. The medics were quick to reach him, surrounding him with a flurry of activity, but Marco's eyes were distant, his expression blank as they helped him to his feet. There was a collective sigh of relief when he finally waved to the crowd, signaling that he was conscious and able to move. But for those who knew him well, that gesture was far from reassuring.

Marco was taken to the medical center for a thorough check-up, where the doctors ran their tests, prodding and examining him with clinical precision. After what felt like an endless wait, the news came that he had been cleared to race. Physically, he was okay — or so the reports said. Yet, as he walked out of the medical center, there was a heaviness in his steps, a silence that clung to him like a shadow.

To the outside world, Marco’s return to the paddock might have seemed like a triumph of resilience, a testament to his determination to push through the pain. But to those who truly knew him, especially Marc, that silence spoke volumes. Marco was one to easily show his emotions, not afraid to speak his mind to people that he felt confortable around, but this time, it was different. There was something in the way he avoided eye contact, the way he kept his responses brief, that hinted at a deeper turmoil.

The crash had shaken him more than he was willing to admit, and Marc could see that Marco was wrestling with more than just physical pain. It was as if he had closed himself off, retreating into a shell that even Marc wasn't sure how to penetrate.

"Hey," He started, rushing up the few stairs and into Bez's living room. A part of him was relieved Marco had chosen to go back to his room, worried he might've hesitated more to confort him if other people were near, "are you okay?" Marc asked, his voice laced with concern as he closed the door.

Marco shrugged, refusing to meet Marc’s gaze, eyes focused on his hands, picking at his skin. "I'm fine."

But Marc wasn’t convinced. He could see the tension in Marco's shoulders, the way his jaw clenched as he avoided the question. Marc moved closer, his brow furrowing in frustration.

"Don't lie to me, Marco. I know you're hurt, everyone does. Talk to me."

Marco’s silence was deafening. The usual light in his eyes was dimmed, replaced with something duller, more elusive. It was as if he had retreated into himself, shutting everyone out — including Marc, to the Spaniards dismay.

Unable to stand it any longer, Marc reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it found Marco's cheek. The touch was gentle but firm, a wordless plea for Marco to open up. Marc's fingers brushed against the stubble on his jaw, a small, grounding connection that seemed to hold the weight of everything unsaid between them. He felt Marco flinch, the tension in his body coiling even tighter, but Marc didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. He needed Marco to look at him, to see that he wasn’t alone in whatever storm was brewing inside.

Marco’s eyes finally met Marc's, and in that moment, Marc saw everything. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty — emotions that Marco had been hiding behind a mask of stoicism since the crash. It was a vulnerability that Marc had yet to see from Marco, one that Marc understood all too well. Crashes weren’t rare; they were a constant, ever-present risk in their world. Every time they took to the track, they danced on the edge of disaster, and they both knew the price they might pay. They had seen it happen to others; they had experienced it themselves. But knowing it didn’t make it any easier to face.

Marc had seen that look before, in his own reflection after a crash that had shaken him to his core. The knowledge that, despite all their skill and preparation, things could go horribly wrong in an instant. It was a fear they all carried, but few ever admitted. And now, seeing that same fear in Marco, Marc couldn’t bear to let him drown in it alone.

Without thinking, Marc leaned in, his body moving on instinct, driven by a need to break through the wall Marco had built around himself. He pressed his lips against Marco's in a sudden, urgent kiss, the action surprising even himself. It wasn’t about romance or passion; it was about reaching Marco, about pulling him out of the darkness he was slipping into. Marc’s lips moved against Marco’s, soft but insistent, coaxing him to respond, to talk, to feel something other than the hurt and fear that threatened to consume him.

For a moment, Marco froze, his mind reeling from the unexpected kiss. This wasn’t something he had anticipated — this raw, unfiltered connection with Marc. But then, slowly, the shock faded, and Marco began to kiss back. His hands found their way to Marc’s sides, gripping tightly, as if anchoring himself to something solid in a world that had suddenly become unsteady. The kiss deepened, not in passion, but in a desperate need to feel alive, to remind each other that they were still here, still together.

When Marc finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, the space between them filled with the sound of their mingled breaths. The kiss had broken something in Marco, a dam that had been holding back all the fear and emotion he had been too proud or too scared to show.

“Talk to me,” Marc whispered, his voice rough, barely holding back his own emotions.

Marco exhaled shakily, his defenses crumbling at Marc’s plea. “It scared me, Marc,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “I felt like... like everything would be ruined again.”

Marc’s heart ached at the confession. He knew that feeling all too well — the fear that one wrong move, one bad crash, could take away everything they had worked for. He pulled Marco into a tight embrace, his hand stroking the back of Marco's head, fingers gently combing through his curls as the Italian hid his face in the crook of the older mans neck. It was a comforting gesture, one meant to reassure, to remind Marco that he wasn’t alone in this.

“Are you hurt?” Marc asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

Marco’s head settled, shaking 'no.' Physically, he was fine, but it was clear the emotional toll was another matter entirely.

“I’m here,” Marc whispered, holding Marco even tighter. “You’re okay, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Marco nodded against Marc’s skin, finally allowing himself to be vulnerable, to let someone in. He clung to Marc, drawing strength from the Spaniard’s presence, the warmth of his embrace. As they stood there in the quiet of the motorhome, the weight of the crash slowly began to lift. It wasn’t gone — those fears never truly disappeared — but with Marc by his side, Marco felt like he could face them. The warmth of Marc’s unwavering support filled the space where fear had once been, and for the first time since the crash, Marco allowed himself to believe that everything would be okay.

[beefrobeefcal]

I love chubby Frankie sm 🫠 he’s my sweetie pie

Isn't he just, Deathy?

Let's take this time to get to know our fav chubby guy!

Mouse has a survey she found in a magazine she wants to get Frankie to do, but he's being a bit of a goof about it. See the answers below:

Turn-the-beat-around regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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What's your name?

What? Mouse... *he's asked it again* Baby, what's... jesus. *he's told his name isn't Jesus* Frankie. *he's asked his real name and he sighs* Francisco Mauricio Morales.

What are your nicknames?

*he huffs* Frankie. *and?* Catfish

What is your favourite colour?

What is this, Mouse? *he's told to just play along* Fine. Green.

What's your favourite food?

You can answer that yourself. *he's given a look* Lasagna... the food at that steakhouse. *Mouse tries to move on to the next question* oh! the chocolate peanut butter cake you made for my birthday... a-and those frozen pizzas that you get... the ones with the little sausages on them... and those doughnuts from the... fuck those are good-can we get some? *he's told no because it's 7:30 on a Saturday night*

What's your favourite movie?

You know, I think that cafe is open late on Saturdays... I'll check... then we can- *he's told there are more questions & they're not getting doughnuts* You answer your own questions then, and we get doughnuts. *he pulls the cafe up on his phone* Fuck yeah! They're still open, Mouse! *he's told no.* Baby. Come on. *he's told no again because he already had doughnuts today* Mouse, I'm a growing boy! *he's told no again because he already said he was too full* Yeah, but that was like... I don't know... an hour ago... belly's got room now, baby!

What's your favourite movie?

The one where you get your sweet ass in the truck and we get doughnuts!

What's your favourite movie?

*he sings* We're getting fucking doughnuts. *someone cuts him off at a stop sign* Dude! What the fuck?

What's your favourite movie?

Are you coming in or staying here? *he's sent in alone*

What's your favourite movie?

You're not gonna believe it, Mouse! I got two dozen 50% off because they're trying to clear out today's stuff! *he's warned that he is NOT allowed to eat them all* Mouse. Baby. You wound me. I plan on sharing! *he's warned that he's can't eat them all tonight* You know I like a challange... challange accepted!

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A/N: Frankie's favourite movie is a tie between The Empire Strikes Back and Apocalypse Now.

[tori-reacts]

rereading one piece in color masterlist

chapters under 400 are posted on my tiktok @/lawsleftnostril !

Chapter 400: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-400-the-key-to-release/9tu33bq6k7n3 

Chapter 401: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-401-pirates-vs-cp9/yr5cqgsh7pkq

Chapter 402: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-402-handcuff-number-2/24wtbl4nd54g

Chapter 403: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-403-mr-kishido/ekbb6xpuadae

Chapter 404: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-404-franky-vs-fukurou/92xqezi8144u

Chapter 405: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-405-power/r6smpxc2fkm3

Chapter 406: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-406-seimei-kikan/2t2a1z8uzob1

Chapter 407: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-407-monster/0gh0lcawb9fl

Chapter 408: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-408-monster-vs-kumadori/jow8b27iqif3

Chapter 409: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-409-bad-news-emergency-broadcast/bh51qd0er3xg

Chapter 410: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-410-nami-biggie-sized/pbtpsz0gnofd

Chapter 411: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-411-nami-vs-kalifa/y5vn2jx09mz2

Chapter 412: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-412-the-chance-has-ended/vnyl06c8kg7g

Chapter 413: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-413-the-hunter/s0jylzptxdb9

Chapter 414: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-414-sanji-vs-jabra/m7uyomulivkg

Chapter 415: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-415-heat-up/rdx9yvxownxi

Chapter 416: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-416-zoro-vs-kaku/ybmlnehaq5sw

Chapter 417: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-417-asura/q0cdhldlrotk

Chapter 418: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-418-luffy-vs-rob-lucci/0597z4ite9ze

Chapter 419: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-419-legend-of-the-hero/9gam34xqowyt

Chapter 420: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-420-buster-call/1j12kkcwoys1 

Chapter 421: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-421-gear-third/ac3cb6prqk4d

Chapter 422: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-422-rob-lucci/2jpo8vekl0dy

Chapter 423: https://at.tumblr.com/zoros-left-eye/chapter-423-the-mermaid-legend/v9dleqj8afcg

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[forever-rogue]

#6 on prompt list #5 for Frankie please, thank you bye😌

Prompt: “You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all...that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend - to care-”

Did someone order from pain? Angst? Perhaps Fluff? Here ya go!

Frankie x Fem! Reader; no warnings

Frankie Masterlist

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You sighed heavily as you sat in front of the television, watching the third - fourth? - mindless movie on Netflix, and while you were tired and felt strung out, your mind was wide awake. Like the frantic beating of a heart and the incessant tick tock of an aging clock your mind went back and forth from point a to w to d to l. 

Every thing, every word, every breath, every emotion was glued in your mind. It was like a recurring nightmare, continually plaguing you, but even that could be relieved by the light of day. This? This never seemed to go away. It haunted your dreams, causing you to wake up in tears and a layer of sweat, but during the day it occupied every part of your mind as well - every waking thought. 

Breaking up with Frankie Morales had been the worst moment of your life.

Except it hadn’t been a breakup...not really, but yeah?

If it wasn’t a real break up, then why did it hurt more than any other actual breakup you had gone through?

But best friend breakups counted, right? Surely, they must have. Or it definitely wouldn’t have hurt this bad. 

Then again, Frankie wasn’t just a  friend...he had never been just a friend. He was always much more than that, except he didn’t know that. And now he never would, because the two of you were no longer speaking.

It had been two weeks, three days, and fourteen hours since your heart had been ripped from your chest and you felt like nothing but a gaping hole was in your chest. It still hurt now just as badly as when your heated words were first exchanged. 

When would it stop hurting? You hoped it would soon. It couldn’t keep hurting like this, right? 

Turning off the television with a huff, you decided to try and get some sleep. It was still early, and night had barely fallen, some faint bits of gold and orange still visible in the distance. Yet, you were exhausted, mentally and physically and hoped that perhaps it would weigh heavily enough on you that sleep would come easily and dream free.

Shuffling back into your bedroom, you stripped off your extra sweater and climbed into bed, pulling the covers tightly around you. There was something comforting about the warmth being wrapped around you, almost as if trying to shield you from the horrors of the outside world.

Closing your eyes, you tried to conjure up your happiest things in order to pull in nothing but good thoughts to occupy your mind.

Unfortunately even that didn’t seem to work - all your happiest memories, in one way or another circled back to Frankie. Even if he was just some background force at work, he was there. It always all seemed to come back to him. 

And somehow, as you drifted off to sleep the happy bits morphed into the last heated moments you exchanged with Frankie.

“I’m doing this for you!”

“You’re being selfish - you don’t care at all!

“Of course I do! I’m your best friend. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you!”

“If you loved me you’d be supporting me, not trying to sabotage my relationship.”

“She doesn’t care about you, Frankie! I know she doesn't. Please just listen to me -”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all...that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend - to care-”

“I do , Francisco, more than you will ever know. I love you and that’s why you need to hear this from me.”

“I think you’re lying to me. You just don’t like her.”

“I would never-!”

“Get out. This is over.”

You startled out of your dream and sat up, breathing heavily, and finding half dried tears on your face. You reached up and wiped them away, resting your face in your hands in order to ground yourself and regain some sort of balance.

But before that could happen - a loud, booming knock came at your door. You almost jumped out of your skin as you pondered what to do. Glancing at your phone you saw it was nearing one in the morning. Against your better judgment, your sleep deprived self hustled out of bed and grabbed your discarded sweater, slipping it on as you walked to the door. 

Without even checking to see who was at the door, you swung it open. As soon as you saw who the late night intruder was, your jaw dropped and almost hit the floor. There was Frankie, drenched in the frigid rain, his eyes glossy and red rimmed almost as though he had been crying. 

“Frankie?” you stepped aside to let him but he shook his head and stood there, wordlessly staring at you. His dark curls were wet and sticking about wildly as his lips trembled - whether from the cold or his emotions, you couldn’t tell, “Frankie, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” it was so soft, so gentle that you almost didn’t hear it. You met his eyes, those damned soft eyes and they conveyed everything that seemed to be stuck in his throat, “I should have listened to you.”

“Frankie, please, it’s pouring rain! Come inside, please,” you reached for his head but he refused to move, “what’s wrong?”

“I know I ruined everything, but I have to tell you this first and foremost. Even if you never speak to me again because of the jerk I was,” he was starting to ramble, but you waited for him to go, offering him a soft, reassuring nod. He took a deep breath and stilled himself before inhaling and exhaling deeply, “I’m in love with you.”

“Just come inside and dry off and  - what?” you reached for his arms but stopped yourself when you realized what he said. You looked back at him and his expression was so nervous, so expectant, and all consuming, “what did you say?”

“I have fucked everything up,” he admitted slowly, “I got mad at you for no reason, and I shouldn’t have pushed you away. And I know you might never forgive me, and I don’t know if I deserve forgiveness, but I had to tell you.”

“You have a girlfriend,” you pointed as he fiercely shook his head, “w-what’s going on?”

“I broke up with her,” he confessed, “right after we...fought. I realized you were right. I talked to her and she admitted that she never loved me - she’d been...cheating. She said it didn’t matter because I was in love with you anyways.”

“Francisco-”

“And she’s right,” he met your eyes and grew nervous as your eyes were wide, but he was unable to read what you were thinking, “it’s always been you. I...I pushed and pushed and pushed you away because I was afraid. I’ve always been afraid of what would happen if I told you,..a life without you is not worth living. And if I had to always keep you as a friend and nothing more, it would have been okay. But now…”

“How long?” you blinked back your own tears as you tried to keep your head and your heart straight and not completely lose your grip. There was no way he was confessing his love for you; if nothing else, you always pictured that it would be the other way around. But here he was, in the pouring rain at your doorstep in the middle of the night, “how long have you known?”

“Ever since that day, when we were in college,” he started, “it was with that chemistry experiment that burned me. You were so upset and mad that I was so careless and hurt myself and you bandaged and cleaned my hand up and then made me rest and take a nap. When I woke up you yelled me at some more and told me to be more careful. It was just a little acid burn, so small and insignificant, but you were so damn mad and upset. I knew since that day.”

“That was fifteen years ago,” you remembered the day so clearly, “all this time?”

“Always,” he admitted as you stood there and watched him. A million things were running through your mind at once, and at the end of it all, you didn’t know how to deal. So you watched him in silence, and eventually he gave you a small nod, along with another mumbled apology before turning to walk away, down the dark driveway to his truck. 

Before he reached the door, you called his name and ran after him, unable to let him go like that. Things weren’t going to just be over with him - not like this. 

“Frankie,” you stopped when you got to him, watching a confused expression cross his features. You were almost instantly soaked, but none of it mattered, not now. You needed to do this for yourself and him, “you hurt me, Frankie. Your words stung.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I told you I was a jerk and don’t deserve forgiveness, but I had to see you one last time.”

“You hurt me,” you said anything, “and it will take a moment to get over because I’ve been thinking of nothing but you for the last two weeks.”

“I don’t-”

“But I’m in love with you, too,” you finally got it off of your chest after all these years. It felt like the weight of the world was off of your shoulders as a gentle moment of quiet, despite the pounding of the rain, fell over the two if you, “have been for a long time too. That’s why I always wanted nothing but the best for you, even if it wasn’t me.”

“You...you love me?” he seemed shy as a bit of color rose into his cheeks, “I don’t know…”

“We've got a lot to talk about,” you informed him, “but right now, I really, really just want you to kiss me. I didn’t come after you in the pouring rain not to have a completely cliche movie moment.”

“M-may I?” he asked gently as you nodded, unable to keep the grin off of your face, “may I kiss you? Finally?”

“Yes,” you breathed out as he kissed. Finally.

It didn’t matter that the both of you were soaked and crying, and it was in the wee hours of the morning. 

The only thing that mattered was this. Everything else could wait for now.

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[cyborg-franky]

the way I look forward to the prompt lists every month lmao, but ahh they're always so so cute!! if you don't mind I'd like to send in an ask :0 either 9 or 35 for Perona or Sanji please! whichever you'd prefer, but thank you sm!! love you lots Franky have a good day mwah <333

Omg that's so cute <3 Thank you. always lovey writing for you Maxie <3

Perona x GN Reader SFW Word Count: 246

Perona furrowed her brows as she floated along the hallway of the large castle, her posture limp, her eyelids heavy. She huffed, the breath ruffling her bangs as she carried on to her destination. She was exhausted thinking there were bugs in her room last night and Zoro had been loud this morning with training.

The ghost princess wasn’t in the best of moods, just struggling to stay awake, she sagged in the air, feet almost dragging along the floor. You turned the corner and almost ran straight into her, she let out a huff and waved her arms, crossing them over her chest before she realised it was you.

“Oh, you’re not that idiot.” She calmed down, just a fraction.

She seemed to run out of energy, too tired to keep her ability to float up, she dropped to her feet and made another sigh, you reached forward and held her. She nuzzled against your shoulder and closed her eyes, letting herself relax into your arms.

“You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.” You commented with a smile.

“Shutup..” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around your neck, you smiled softly knowing there was no bite to it, she was just a little extra snappy when she was tired.

You picked her up bridal style, kissing her forehead where her bangs had parted from being jostled around. She hummed in response, letting you carry her to your room where there were no bugs and no Zoro.

[toukatan]

heya Beni, I love your blog and wanted to say hi! We're getting a new chapter tomorrow and got a new episode today, how awesome is that! I bet you're as excited as I am ^_^ I think I'll be channelling all of my excitement into making more drawings of the coolest and most adorable family uwu! Hope you're having a great weekend ♡

hiya eli! awee you’re too good to me, i appreciate you sm! always welcome to say hi— we out here always yelling about everything and anything. it’s brainrot 24/7 methinks haha

yay yay yay it’s double sxf week! oh you bet i’m excited, i’m hyped up for all things sxf but it’s been a while since we last got a chapter from endo so i’m really looking forward to reading it because when we last left off it was loid and frankie when they possibly first met. also it’s twilights past that we finally get to look into as well, sigh can’t wait!

you and your art— so so pretty, spectacular, phenomenal absolutely adore your art style. your mr and mrs forger help i’m love, they’re so soft! (when will THEY KISTH?) you’re doing amazing, channel that excitement. you got this ahdjbwjs i can’t wait to see more from you, i’m looking forward to your future works! we gon cheer you on, sending you all the love 🥺💞

i hope you are having the best weekend, resting well and taking good care of yourself!

[honey-dewey]

Groceries

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Reader

Word Count: 1,712

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, one mention of Tom, but this is mostly fluff. 

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

Reader takes the boys grocery shopping. I’m sure that can’t go badly, right?

You grabbed your keys, swinging them around your finger and heading into the living room, where the boys were settled. “I’m headed out.” 

Frankie looked up, putting his drink down. “Where to?” 

“The grocery store,” you said. “If we’re hosting the game tomorrow, I’m gonna need more food.” 

“I wanna go!” Ever the golden retriever, Benny hopped up, eagerly bounding to the door and practically vibrating by your side. Frankie, just as much a puppy as his best friend, followed suit, giving you his biggest pleading eyes, knowing full well those damn things were your kryptonite. 

“Fine!” You said, opening the door. “Get in the car before I change my mind. Pope, Ironhead, you in?” 

Both of your other boys were slower, getting into the car with more difficulty. Frankie, by your side in the passenger seat, smiled as you started the car. Santiago and Will, both in the middle, cracked their windows, allowing Benny, in the way back, to be hit with the fresh air and curb his motion sickness. 

“I cannot believe you are all coming,” you grumbled, backing out of the driveway. 

The drive was short, and before you knew it, Frankie and Benny were out of the car and fighting over who got to sit in the cart. 

“My significant other is driving!” Frankie pointed out, gesturing to you, waiting with the cart. 

“Okay?” Benny countered. “You sat in the cart last time!” 

“Boys!” Both heads turned to you. “We need two carts anyway.” 

Almost instantly, Frankie was getting into your cart, grinning. “I love you.” 

“Yeah yeah.” You gave the rim of his hat a small push, so it dipped below his eyes. “I swear I’m engaged to a toddler.” 

“Engaged?” Santiago said, stopping in his tracks. “Fish, you proposed?” 

You held out your hand, showing off your engagement ring. “Yeah. Last week. Sorry we didn’t tell you. There was the game to plan for, and then my parents got super emotional about it, and then his family insisted on having a party, and it all slipped our minds.” 

Benny smirked. “I knew.” 

Will gasped. “You traitor! Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because I was coaching dear Fish through it!” Benny said. “He was a ball of nerves.” 

“He dropped the ring,” you said, navigating the cart down the produce aisle and grabbing a thing of raspberries, tossing it to Frankie and moving to examine the pomegranates. “Twice.” 

While the boys teased Frankie, you and Santiago browsed the produce, grabbing a few veggies and fruits. You tossed a bag of broccoli onto Frankie’s stomach, snapping him out of his conversation. “Hey, dorks. I haven’t got all night.” 

Will gave Frankie’s shoulder a shove and pushed Benny’s cart down the next aisle. He helped Santiago pick beer, Benny shouting suggestions while you took Frankie to the bakery. 

“I love you,” Frankie said happily as you put a pack of his favorite lofthouse cookies in the cart. 

“Love you more,” you said, absently pushing the cart through the bakery and grabbing bagels. “Wanna look at those ridiculous cakes that are like, 90% frosting and food coloring?” 

Frankie lit up. “I am marrying you for all the right reasons.” 

You laughed, steering the cart towards the cakes. Frankie eagerly pointed to one that was, as you’d said, mostly brightly colored frosting. The baker, a younger girl with pink and blue hair, waved to you. “Getting ready for the game?” 

“Yep!” You said. “I’ve got all the boys here with me. And speak of the devils,” you added, hearing the rest of your group join you. 

The baker greeted the group. “Oh! Frankie, how’d the proposal go?” 

Frankie grinned. “Well, I got a yes.” 

“Congrats!” 

“Okay how the hell did your grocery store baker know but not us?” Santiago demanded. 

“She helped me make the perfect cupcake!” Frankie said. 

You snorted. “The cupcake you dropped down my shirt?” 

Yet again, the boys teased Frankie for his proposal mishaps while you rolled your eyes and looked over the premade pie crusts. 

“Frankie! Boys! C’mon!” You shouted eventually. “I can’t be here until midnight.” 

The boys followed you down a few more aisles, Santiago, somehow, proving to be the responsible one as he helped you fill out your grocery list. He put two boxes of crackers in Benny’s cart, looking at you. “Dairy next?” 

“Snacks, then drinks, then cereal, then frozens, then meat, and then dairy,” you said, running over the list. “That’s just how the store is arranged.” 

Santiago shrugged. “Works for me. To the snacks!” 

The snack aisles were a very dangerous place. You were suddenly the only voice of reason as the boys eyed the chips. 

“One bag of Doritos, and one bag of pretzels,” you bargained with Will. “Get the stupid honey ones Frankie’s addicted to.” 

“Excuse you!” Frankie said, grabbing a box of granola bars and settling back down in the cart. “Those things are amazing.” 

“I’m not saying they aren’t,” you agreed, reaching over Benny to grab dried fruit. “But you might be addicted to those damn things.” 

Will put both bags in the cart. “Anything else?” 

“Microwave popcorn,” you read off the list, nodding to Santiago as he walked off to grab it. “Two bags of M&Ms, one bag of black licorice twizzlers, one bag of jelly beans, and five Hershey’s bars.” 

“The chocolate comes in packs of six,” Will said, beginning to grab the candy. “It’ll work, right?” 

“Yep!” You said, using the back of Frankie’s head to cross things off your list. “Next aisle, before I get conned into buying anything stupid.” 

“Can we get sour gummy worms?” Benny’s hesitant voice said from behind you. 

You turned. “Why?” 

Benny fiddled with the bag, an almost guilty look on his face. “They were Tom’s favorite.” 

You sighed, melting a bit. “Of course Benny.” 

Benny smiled, fidgeting with the bag as you ushered everyone into the drinks aisle. 

“Frankie, hon, how are we on coffee?” You asked, examining the coffee and finding your brand. 

“We need more!” 

You stood, holding the coffee and putting it in the cart. “Can I trust you to grab me a box of ginger ale?” 

Frankie nodded, climbing out of the cart. “You want the name brand, and not the, and I quote, shitty stuff, yeah?” 

“You know me so well,” you said happily. “I’ll get your tea.” You grabbed two boxes of chamomile tea, which was the only stuff that helped Frankie sleep through the night. Tossing the boxes into Benny’s cart, you examined the aisle, trying to remember what else you needed. “Okay, I think we’re done here. If I forgot something, it’s on you to grab it,” you said to Will, who smiled and nodded. 

The next aisle was simple. You left Benny, Will, and Santiago at the aisle’s entrance while you took Frankie down to grab his cereal. He reached up, not even bothering to get out of the cart as he grabbed a box of cereal. 

“Frozens!” You announced, turning down the frozen food aisle. “Will, can you grab two frozen pizzas and a bag of meatballs? Pope, you’re on game snacks. Mozzarella sticks, pizza rolls, and taquitos. Benny! Stay there and look cute! Frankie, you’re on veggie duty.” 

Your boys assembled, dutifully carrying out the tasks you’d set. Meanwhile, you tucked a few pints of ice cream in the cart, winking to Benny as he pointed to his favorite flavor. 

When he returned, Frankie climbed back into the cart, setting the bags of frozen veggies beside him. “I got green beans, corn, and peas,” he said. “Did we need anything else?” 

“Nope,” you said, resting your elbows on his shoulders. “What’s left on the list?” 

Frankie scanned the paper. “Bread, bagels, meat, milk, yogurt, cheese, and butter.” 

When you had all your boys back at your side, you kept moving, examining the meat selection the grocery store had. “Babe, how many pounds of ground beef do we have?” 

“Uhh.” Frankie began counting off on his fingers while you smiled and grabbed a pack of bacon. “Four?” 

“So not enough,” you decided, grabbing two more. You sent Santiago to grab chicken breasts, keeping Will and Benny with you as you looked over the sandwich meat. Eventually putting sliced turkey in the cart, you nodded to Santiago as he handed you the chicken. 

“One more aisle, I promise,” you said, heading towards the dairy section. “Then we can go back home.” 

You grabbed a carton of regular milk and a carton of lactose free milk, handing them both to Benny. Then came the cream cheese tub, the butter, the yogurt, the sliced cheese to go with the crackers, and you were finally swinging back through the bakery to grab bread and bagels before heading to the checkout. 

After checking out, you herded the boys back to the car, loading everything into the trunk and making sure everyone was buckled in before slowly turning out of the parking lot. 

“Did we have fun?” You asked the car, turning the radio down a notch so you could hear them. 

“Yes,” all four of your passengers responded, each with varying levels of awareness. 

It was a struggle to get the groceries in the house and put away. Benny was shot, passing out on the couch almost immediately upon re-entering the house. Everyone else did their best, but Will tapped out after hauling everything in, and Frankie and Santiago barely made it through the process of putting everything away.

“You got ice cream?” Frankie asked, holding one pint and staring at it. “God I fucking love you!” 

You laughed, putting the cereal in its proper cupboard. “I love you too.” 

Eventually, you were on the couch, Frankie by your side and the rest of your boys in various other places. You scratched absently through Frankie’s hair, flicking through movies until finally settling on a calming kids movie about dragons. Since his return from his final mission, Frankie hadn’t been too keen on action movies. Something about the explosions set him off. 

“Babe?” 

“Yes Frankie?” 

Frankie looked up at you, eyes partially closed. “Thank you for taking us to the store. I don’t think Benny’s been grocery shopping since we got back.” 

You smiled, kissing Frankie’s nose. “Anything for my boys.”

[cali-holland]

Happy Birthday week Sammy!! 🎂🎉🎊 🍉 + 14 from the prompt list if it isn't take: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You - Frankie Vallie with Harry please. (Lol what are the odds tho?? I've been obsessing over this song)

🍉 + idea for a blurb request

Celebration is ending tonight

I love this song sm, thank you 10 things i hate about you lol

“I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night” ~ Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Frankie Valli

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You and Harry had been friends for ages, and, while there was an unspoken flirty thing going on between the two of you, there was one line neither of you crossed: cuddling. Even with late movie nights, you two didn’t cuddle. It was as if that was the only thing keeping the two of you from actually admitting your feelings and being together (even though everyone already could see how in love the two of you were). Still, that ground rule (though never verbally acknowledged as such) was there for that reason.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

“I’m cold and lonely.” Harry whined, walking into your room at the cabin that you were both staying at. His family rented out a weekend cabin for a winter holiday, and you and Harry were the first to arrive. What none of you considered was just how cold a heater-less cabin in the dead of winter would be, so his family was making a stop at a few stores to buy some big thermal clothes and blankets before you all died of hypothermia.

“We’re the only ones here. Of course you’re lonely.” You laughed, pulling a couple sweaters out of your bag to see if any could be layered and provide some sort of extra warmth. Sadly, the sweater you had on currently was the thickest, warmest one you brought, and it wasn’t enough. “I’m going to freeze to death here.”

“Tell me about it.” He sighed, flopping onto your bed.

“Are you wearing two sets of fuzzy socks?” You saw looking at how oddly thick his socks looked on his feet.

“You’re not the only one who’s going to freeze to death.” He replied as you laid down beside him in the bed, pulling the blankets over the two of you. It took a couple silent moments of trying to stay warm before you both simultaneously spoke up.

“We should cuddle.”

You and Harry looked at each other with smiles, laughing at how in sync you both were. Just as you were about to shift closer to him to cuddle, he stopped you. “Do you- do you want inside my hoodie? It’ll be warmer for both of us.”

“Getting brave, eh?” You teased, eyeing the ridiculously large hoodie he had on. Leave it to Harry to buy the biggest hoodie because they didn’t have his size but he wanted the damn hoodie. Slowly, you shifted into the hoodie, cuddling into his embrace. You both breathed out sighs of relief at the new found warmth. Your fingers mindlessly traced over his chest. Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, you know.” He said quietly, and you felt his heart race underneath your fingers.

“I know. And I love you too.” You whispered as you looked up at him, leaning in ever so slightly to capture his lips on yours.

[breanime]

Wants

A sm*tty request from @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes for Billy Russo. I hope this works for ya! WARNING: steamy, zesty, lemon-y!

*gif not mine*

Billy was pissed, no—he was beyond pissed, he was livid. He was seeing red. He slammed the bathroom door behind him, momentarily eased by the harsh sound of the wood hitting the door frame. Frank was right behind him, but Billy didn’t turn around to face him. He couldn’t, not now. He was too fired up.

“Take a breath, brother,” Frank said, leaning against the door, effectively stopping anyone else from entering the bathroom.

Billy grunted in response, pacing back and forth. He felt like an animal in a cage. His mind flashed back to what he just saw: you, dressed in the sexiest little black dress he’d ever seen, dancing front to back with some asshole who didn’t deserve to even breathe in the same air as you. And what was worse—you were letting him!

“She’s just letting off steam,” Frank said, shrugging against the door, “Let me talk to her.”

“Nah,” Billy ran a hand through his hair, grinning wickedly, “You ain’t got to say anythin’, I’m on it.” He turned to Frank. “Let me through, Frankie.”

Frank chuckled, shaking his head even as he moved away from the door. “At least give ‘em a warning, Bill,” he said.

Billy nodded. “Yeah,” he said, moving past him and back into the loud, crowded club, “sure.”

His eyes landed on you immediately. Karen and Sarah were a few feet away at your table, Sarah was laughing as she held a light pink drink, but Karen’s eyes were on you, just like Billy’s. You were still dancing with the guy, and Billy’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the guy’s hands on your hips. That was wrong. Billy was the only one who should ever be able to touch you; he was the only one who knew how to give you exactly what you wanted, what you deserved. Billy approached you quickly, moving like a panther through the jungle as he went through the crowd, ignoring everything else in his path until he got to you.

“Take your hands off her,” he said, standing behind the man who had his dirty ass hands on you. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t have to. Billy knew how to command someone’s attention without having to yell.

You turned, and Billy had to admit—even glaring at him in the arms of another man (an unworthy man, at that), you were undeniably beautiful. “What the hell?” You said, stepping away from the guy. At least, you tried to, but he tightened his hold on your hips and pulled you back towards him.

Billy didn’t need to say anything more, he just grabbed your wrist, and pulled you away from the asshole. He needed you out of the way. Within a second, he had balled up his fist and punched the guy square in the face. Billy grinned at the ache in his knuckles; it was the best kind of pain. He vaguely registered Karen’s scandalized gasp and Frank’s approving chuckle before he grabbed your wrist again and led you to the men’s bathroom. He allowed himself one last look at the guy and was glad to see he was still on the ground. Asshole.

“Get out,” he growled to the men in the restroom. They obeyed immediately.

“What in the entire hell is your problem?!” You screamed, fists balled up at your side.

“My problem is you dry-humping random men at the bar!” He yelled back.

“What’s it matter to you,” you cried back, “It’s none of your business!”

Billy rolled his neck, feeling the tension rise in his shoulders. He closed his eyes for a second, reminding himself to breathe in and out. This was his fault. This was on him. “I…” He licked his lips. “You shouldn’t be with guys like that.”

“Oh yeah? And who should I be with? Guys like you,” you spat back, eyes furious, “Guys who only wanna fuck and don’t want anything else? Guys who want me at their beck and call but don’t want a relationship? That who I should be with?”

Billy breathed in through his nose. He deserved that. But you didn’t. You didn’t deserve to feel like that, didn’t deserve to think that all you were to him was a warm and willing body. “No,” he answered, forcing himself to look you in the eye, “no, that’s not who you should be with, I… I shouldn’t have made you think that I…” He sighed. “I know I haven’t been treating you the way you deserve, but…” He put his hand in his hair again, pulling at the strands, trying to bully himself into being open with you. “…I want to.”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. “You don’t get to just say that, Billy,” you said, “You don’t get to get jealous and act like an asshole and just declare…whatever it is you think you’re trying to declare to me right now—”

Billy stepped up to you quickly, bumping noses with you. “—You like that guy?” He asked through his teeth. “You want to go back out there to him? Want to grind up against him again?” He grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him so that your fronts were pressed together. Your hands went to his chest, and Billy felt like he was holding the entire world in his arms. He never wanted to let you go. “Think that piece of shit can make you feel like I do? Think he can get you off the way I can?” He squeezed your ass, and he felt you jump in his grasp. “Think anyone can?” He heard you take a breath and dipped his head so that he was speaking directly into your ear. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

He heard you swallow, and he nuzzled his face against yours. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, reveling in the feel of his beard against your skin. “No,” you whispered, “no one can make me feel the way that you do.”

“And no one can make me feel the way you make me feel,” Billy admitted, lips moving against your cheek as he spoke, “No one can make me this crazy…” He tightened his grip on your hips—not enough to hurt you, but enough to remind you that this is where you both belonged. “I was wrong to try to keep you at arms’ length this whole time,” he kissed your neck, “this is how close I should have been keeping you,” he rubbed his nose against your skin, inhaling your scent, “This is how close I’m gonna keep you, from now on.”

“I haven’t forgiven you,” you said, but your head was tilted back and your eyes were still closed. One of your hands had found its way into Billy’s hair, and the other was wrapped around him, gripping his back.

Billy smirked into your skin. “I haven’t asked you to.”

“Asshole,” you chuckled, pulling at his hair, “You’re supposed to be begging my forgiveness.”

Billy pulled back, hands still on you. “Me?” He asked. “Beg?”

You raised an eyebrow.

Billy licked his lips. He knew what that face meant; he liked what that face meant. He buried his face in your neck, sucking the skin harshly—and he was rewarded with your breathy moan. He lifted his mouth to your ear and carefully pulled the lobe between his teeth. He grinned when he felt you shiver against him. “Baby,” he said lowly, still nibbling on your ear, “forgive me.”

“That…” You sounded breathless. “…Is not an apology.”

“Hey,” he pulled back, lifting your chin with two fingers, “I mean it. I should have never made it so you would think I don’t care for you. I do.” He looked into your eyes and felt the rage in him subside. “I do,” he repeated, “let me show you.”

You were still staring up at him, not blinking, focused entirely on him. “How?” You asked.

Billy kissed your forehead, then he bent down and kissed your nose. He pulled back and saw a small smile forming on your pretty lips. Yes. He kissed your nose again. “I’m gonna fuck you,” he promised, “here and now, I’m gonna make you scream my name.” He kissed your cheek. “I’m gonna make you forget that any other man exists.” Billy’s hand twitched on your ass, desperate to start ripping your clothes off. He kissed you, slowly, making sure to slip his tongue into your mouth just as his hand was creeping up your shirt and his fingers were caressing your back. “You’re mine,” he said, lips just inches from yours, “and today is gonna be the last day either of us ever questions it.”

You nodded, eyes low. Billy could taste the alcohol and lipstick on your lips, and he swallowed your words as you spoke. “Show me.”

Billy pushed you into a stall, shutting the door with his foot. He didn’t want anyone else to see you the way he got to see you. He kissed you hard now, crushing his mouth against yours. “Mine,” he growled as he pulled the skirt of your dress up, “you’re fucking mine.” He bit into your neck and you squealed with glee. Billy groaned in response before siding two fingers into your lace panties. You were wet, and he licked your neck as he fingered you. “Say it.”

Both of your hands went to his shoulders, digging into his skin under his shirt. You were breathing hard, and Billy loved the sound of it. “I…” Your voice trailed off when he bit into your neck again. “Billy!”

He humped against you in response. He liked hearing you say his name in that voice, he liked being the one to make you sound like that. Billy had one hand inside of you, fingers curling in and out of you as you squirmed in his grip, and his other one was on the wall beside you, keeping the door shut. He pulled back and kissed you again before looking back up at you. Your pupils were blown wide, and Billy wrapped his free hand around your neck. He flexed his hand; he would never hurt you, but he knew that this excited you. It excited him too. “Say. You’re. Mine.” He commanded.

“I’m yours,” you said back.

Billy sighed. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Good, baby,” he praised you, pressing a few quick kisses to your lips, fingers still caressing your insides, “I’m yours, too, y’know?” He licked into your mouth, and you moaned into the kiss. “Fuck, baby, I’m yours.”

“Billy,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him as you spoke, “please.”

He nodded, forehead against yours, before dropping down to his knees in front of you. Your dress was already hiked up, but he pushed it up a little further; he liked the way it looked bunched around your waist. Billy pushed your underwear to the side and grinned, all teeth, as he looked at your dripping sex. He wasted no time in licking into you, chuckling when you jumped at the feel of his tongue between your legs. You tasted so good, so sweet. Billy gripped your hips, pushing his face deeper into your crotch as he licked and sucked. He lapped at your folds eagerly, and you pulled his hair.

“Billy!” You gasped out. “Billy! Fuck! Yes!”

Billy grabbed your leg and draped it over his shoulder, dropping one hand from your waist to push two into you at once. He sucked on your clit as he fingered you, moaning into you as he felt your leg shake in his grip.

“Billy!” You cried his name as you came, and Billy lapped your cum up greedily, slowing his fingers down so they pumped in and out of you nice and slow.

Billy stood up and kissed you, letting you chase the taste of yourself on his tongue. He was straining against his pants; he needed to be inside of you. You must have been thinking the same thing, because you were unbuckling his pants as you kissed his neck. Billy groaned at the feeling, closing his eyes when he felt your hand close around his hard cock. You moved to get on your knees, but he pulled you back up. “I can’t wait,” he said, eyes boring into yours, “You’re mine, and I need you right now.”

“I’m yours,” you agreed easily, shimming out of your panties, “and you’re mine.” Billy kissed you again, lining himself up at your entrance before you put a hand on his chest, stopping him. “Say it,” you commanded, a small smirk pulling on your lips. “Say that you’re mine.”

Billy couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. “I’m yours,” he said, kissing you softly, “Always gonna be yours.” He pulled back a bit, just a few inches, so that his nose was against yours. He watched you as he pushed inside of you, watched your mouth fall open in a soundless, pleasurable scream, and watched your pretty eyes fall shut as he filled you. God, you felt incredible. Billy slammed a hand against the stall wall behind you as you rocked together, and he grabbed your leg and pulled it around your waist with his other hand. He kissed you again, resting his forehead against yours and trying to keep his eyes open so he could watch you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, feeling you clench around him, “you feel so goddamn good…”

“I’m…” You moaned, burying your face into his neck, “…Billy, I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too,” he grunted, slamming his hips into you, “Cum with me, baby. Show me I’m yours!”

His words did the trick. You came again, screaming his name just like he said you would. Billy came soon after, biting into your neck as he did. He wanted to leave one more bruise on you. The two of you stood in silence for a few minutes, breathing heavily and trading little kisses. Billy was still inside of you. He didn’t want to move away.

“Hey,” he whispered, kissing you as he spoke, “you okay?”

“Mm hmm,” you nodded, “I’m good.” You smiled up at him. “You?”

“Good.” He sighed as he slid out of you, immediately missing your warmth and wetness. He needed to get you out of there and into his bed as soon as possible. He zipped his pants back up and helped you straighten out your dress. Grinning, he bent down and grabbed your panties, holding them out to you.

You laughed, pushing his hand away. “I’m not putting those back on.”

“That’s a win for me,” he said back, tucking them into his pocket.

You rolled your eyes as Billy pulled you towards him by the waist and kissed you again. “You’re an asshole,” you said fondly, “Can we get out of here?”

“Yeah,” he opened the stall door, reaching for your hand, “let’s get out of here. I got plans for you, sweetheart.”

Billy led you back out to the bar, and was greeted by loud, uproarious applause from Karen, Sarah, and Frank. Micro was at the bar, ordering what he loudly declared were “congratulatory drinks”.

“Congratulations on the public sex!” Karen cheered.

“I hope you locked the door!” Sarah added.

Frank was just grinning. He held his drink up in a salute, eyes on Billy. “You handled your business, brother?” He asked.

Billy grinned back, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah,” he answered, “I did.” He looked down at you, and he felt the need, the desire, for you well up in him all over again. “We’re gonna get outta here,” he told the group, “We’ll see you guys later.”

You said your goodbyes, and Billy hailed a cab, barely keeping himself together long enough to get to his place. He wanted you so bad, and lucky for him: he had you.

And he wasn’t ever letting you go.

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[forever-rogue]

hi P 🥺 i was wondering if you could write some soft sunday morning fluff for Frankie? like pure domesticity, waking up together and making breakfast together and eating it outside to enjoy the early sunlight, idk i just miss him sm. i love your fics so much

AN | You can have whatever you like bb, we want some best boyfriend Frankie? You get some best boyfriend Frankie! 🥰

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 1.9k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

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You couldn’t have asked for a better morning. You were currently tucked under your big, warm duvet with your heater of a boyfriend next to you, his arm draped around your waist. You’d left the window open the night before, letting in the cool air which had turned into a light, early morning drizzle. It was the perfect contrast to the warmth you were enveloped in. 

It was getting later into the morning, but the sky was cloudy and gray. Fall was slowly turning into winter, and more and more days were filled with your favorite weather. Frankie insisted that you liked it because it was perfect cuddle weather and gave you an excuse to cuddle him even more than normal. You loved it for many reasons, but you couldn’t lie - that was definitely a compelling enough reason. 

You could feel his warm breath against your back as he snored lightly. It was nice to have him like this, able to rest and relax and not have to worry about anything. If it was possible, you would have stayed like this forever; there was no better place than in his arms. You took his hand in yours, slowly lacing your fingers together and held them against your chest. He made a small sound but didn’t move, which only caused you to smile. There was no need to get up just yet, no urgent or pressing matters that needed to be attended to, so you allowed yourself to drift back to sleep. Just a little bit longer in your lover’s arms sounded perfect. 

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You woke up to gentle, soft kisses behind pressed to your cheeks which made you smile from the tickleness from his stubble. You cracked an eye open and found him leaning over you with a gentle expression on his face. You reached up and touched his face, gently stroking over his cheek, “good morning, little honey bee.”

“Good morning, my love,” you shifted so you were sitting up, and slowly kissed him, causing him to lean into your touch and sigh wistfully, “how long have you been up?”

“Not long,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, “just watching you and couldn’t help myself.”

“Watching me?” you teased with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think there’s anything even remotely appealing about watching me snore and drool.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he insisted as you just giggled at his silliness. You were an absolute sucker for this silly, dopey, goofball of a sweetheart of a man, “you are incredibly sexy no matter what. Even if you sound like you’re sawing logs when you snore.”

“Francisco!”

“I’m kidding,” he laid back down as you gently pushed his chest before pulling you on top of him, “it’s not that bad. I can tune it out with ear plugs.”

“Frankie Morales, you’re the worst,” you took his hands in yours before tilting your head down so you could nudge your nose against his, “and I am so in love with you.”

“How funny,” he caught your eye and smiled softly, “I happen to be very in love with you.”

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“Something smells delicious,” you padded into the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear as you spotted Frankie in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watched something cooking while scrolling through something on his phone. He looked up and his expression faltered for a second before it softened. You’d just taken a shower, hair still damp, and you’d pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, “Frankie?”

“How do you manage to look a million times better in my clothes than I do?” he asked as you dramatically rolled your eyes before walking over to him. He set down his phone before wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the crown of your head, “hi.”

“Hi,” you replied softly, “just so you know, you always look super fuckin’ sexy to me."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," you spied the bit of red creeping into his cheeks. You ghosted your fingers along his jaw, gently scratching at his patchy beard. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he slowly brought your hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"Flattery will get me everywhere," you winked before patting his cheek, "don't act like it suddenly won't."

"Baby-"

"What can I help with?" you looked at the small stack of pancakes he'd made. He tutted lightly and put his hands on your waist as he gently maneuvered you out of his way, "Frankie!"

Without another word he easily set you on the counter, and you let out a small sound of surprise. You shook your head in amusement, "I can handle it. Besides, there's not much left to do."

"Which I can do-"

"Nope," he popped the p, but you could see the amusement on his face, "let me take care of my girl, huh?"

"When you put it like that, how could I possibly say no?" you swung your legs back and forth lightly before you tugged on his arm and pulled him back to your lips. You kissed him softly, which only caused him to blush harder, "I love you."

"I love you," he grinned, that boyish expression on his face, "how does my girl want her eggs?"

"Hmmm…surprise me?"

"One surprise coming right up!"

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"I don't think I can move," you put down your fork after swallowing your last bite of pancakes. You leaned back and let out a long groan, "I ate way too much but it was all worth it."

"Me too," he agreed, catching your eye before the two of you shared a giggle, "I don't even want to think about cleaning up and doing the dishes."

"I don't think we should think about it all," you agreed, "that sounds like something that could wait until later. Like until we need the kitchen for dinner later."

"I like the way you think," he grinned, "I knew I fell in love with you for good reason. Beautiful and smart. But I'm going to suggest something even better."

"Oh? Do go on."

"How about we get a fire going and then just…lay on the couch and watch some Netflix?"

"Now that sounds like a perfect afternoon. But the real question is - will there be cuddles and kisses?” you batted your lashes at him and offered up the best doe eyes you could manage. You knew neither were necessary to get what you wanted, but you liked doing it nonetheless; you knew it was his weakness.

“There will be cuddles and kisses,” he crooked his finger at you as he leaned, and you followed suit, “there will even be some making out and inappropriate touching.”

“You really know how to win a girl over, Morales. I’d be a fool to turn you down,” you leaned in just a little and quickly pressed your lips to his. You could still taste the faint bits of syrup and fruity sweetness clinging to his plush lips, which just caused you to grin at him, “you’re a true romantic.”

“‘course I am,” he slowly stood up and wiped his hands before coming around to your side of the table and offering you his hand, “how else would I have gotten you to agree to go out with me?”

“Hmm,” you mused, “I mean…to be fair we met in a bar when we were drunk and had a one night stand. It just happened to work out for us, baby.”

“Because I’m a true romantic,” he insisted as you sighed in amusement, “come on, we have to get a start on our lazy afternoon of cuddles!”

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Just as you had opened the window the evening before, you likely cracked some of the windows in the living room while Frankie started the fire. It would just be enough to bring in some fresh air along with the cozy comfort of the crackling fire. After pulling some of the fluffiest and softest blankets on the couch you made yourself comfortable on the couch and motioned for Frankie to join you. He grabbed the remote before quickly getting into your little blanket cocoon, lying down and stretching across the couch, resting in between your legs with his head on your stomach. Out of habit, you reached down and started playing with his soft hair. His eyes instantly closed and he made a small, happy little sound in the back of his throat. 

“What do you want to watch?” he asked as he started flicking through netflix, scrolling through the saved list, “horror, comedy, drama, romance, a combination of all of the above?”

“Okay but what movies combine all of those?” you snorted in amusement; you could tell he was trying to think of something just so he could tease you.

“I mean technically, you could consider Star Wars to fit…it’d be a stretch on the drama but Darth Vader can be pretty intimidating,” you immediately dissolved into a fit of giggles, “don’t laugh! Do you remember the hallway scene at the end of Rogue One? Pure horror!”

“Fine, fine, fine Morales, I’ll give you this one,” he turned his head so he was looking up at you, “but perhaps not today. How about a comedy or something? That way in case we fall asleep-”

“Or end up getting a little too handsy!”

“In case we fall asleep or you lack any self control, my love,” you teased, “we won’t be missing too much if it’s comedy.”

“Smart girl,” he agreed, “let’s do that. I make no promises or guarantees on not falling asleep though. You are a very comfortable pillow.”

“I do take my job very seriously,” you promised, “I would do anything for the best boyfriend ever. Best boyfriend Frankie.”

“Best girlfriend Bee,” he whispered through a yawn, the large breakfast and cloudy weather already getting to him. You couldn’t help but yawn in response which caused him to shake in silent laughter, “umm…I think it’s naptime for me.”

“I’m absolutely going to be joining you,” you pulled the blanket tighter around the both of you, “I love you so much, Frankie.”

“I love you so much and more, Honey Bee.”

[cyborg-franky]

hiya Franky,

I’m not sure if this constitutes an emergency request but idk I’m kinda scaring myself so just wanted to try anyways.

emotion tw just incase? I’m not sure if this bothers you but if does please feel free to ignore, your health is more important to me than this!

I came to the realization today that idk, I can’t really emote properly in front of people? Like I can care and support them and normal things, but I just am totally incapable of being vulnerable or any slight form of not-okay in front of people regardless of how close I am to them.

it’s been scaring me a lot the past few days bc I’m worried I’ll be closed off forever, and that idea scares me but also seems comforting and idk. I am feeling all kinds of convoluted emotions that are just really isolating and kinda making me uneasy.

but reading more and more marco and thatch things have kinda turned them into comfort characters for me and I was wondering if you could write either headcanons or a Drabble for at least one of them. thank you sm

I am not an expert with these matters and I'm the other way around, you can read every single emotion I feel on my face as I feel it. I have too many expressions and people know what I am thinking about them a god damn mile away. I've dated alot of people who are on the autism spectrum. My ex who I was with for ten years was very much like how you described and we didn't think he was autistic for around 7 years, he just thought he was 'off' or 'not good with emotions' and he had expressed his concerns about feeling like this also. I am not an expert but maybe see if it's a possible explanation? knowing is half the battle. There;s nothing 'wrong' with any of these, people are different and every brain works different. But if it's bothering you it might be worth looking into it. You didn't say what kinda comfort/thing you wanted for them so I hope this helps <3

“Marco?” he glanced up from his desk as you walked into his office, a sad expression on your face. He furrowed his brows in worry, setting down his pen, paperwork long forgotten as you walk towards him.

You came to stand in front of the doctor, eyes downcast, you felt bad that you needed comfort, Marco had to be one of the busiest members of the crew, you always felt guilty when you needed to take his attention from his work, he would always reassure you that wasn’t the case.

“I just need..” You sighed not even sure yourself what would make you feel better.

He smiled softly, his arms reached out and pulled you closer to him, you sat on his lap, his arms around you, he kissed your forehead over and over, whispering soft little ‘I love yous’ every other kiss. He took your hand in his, bringing it up to kiss.

“Is there anything I can do yoi?” He asked, holding you against him, you shook your head, resting against his chest, this was enough.

You came into the kitchen looking for your boyfriend, he was busy rewriting older menus that had gotten stains all over them, fallen into fire, just wanting to make fresh copies of his hard work. He stood at the counter, pen in hand, flipping over recipe cards when he saw you approach with that sad expression.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asked, before you could even say anything he pulled you against him in a tight embrace, lifting your feet off the floor as he wriggled you back and forth, setting you back down.

“Just not feeling great” You shrugged, he nodded, understanding that sometimes you just felt bad, or rather, didn’t want to go into it.

“I was about to take a break... want to hang around? I’ll make a tea and you can help me make cookies for tonight hm?” His smile was bright, and you felt a little better already