Frankie Giving Her One Of His Dog Tags? IM CRYING!!! Im Mentally Preparing Myself For The Part Where

Frankie giving her one of his dog tags? IM CRYING!!! I’m mentally preparing myself for the part where he has to leave. 😣 Great job as always!

pragma - part eleven

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: After such a rough chapter, I decided to keep this one light and fluffy and domestic because we all know what’s coming.

Summary: You spend a beautiful day with Frankie and he gives you something to hold onto for him.

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Having Frankie basically live with you had turned out to be one of the best decisions you’d ever made. You both made each other happy and better, in a sense. Was this what you had been missing all this time?

“Where’d you go?” Frankie asked as you two laid in bed facing each other. You didn’t notice yourself getting lost in thought.

“Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?” He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“You.” You kissed his nose.

“Good stuff I hope…or naughty stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled.

“I save the naughty stuff for my dreams,” you told him.

His face lit up. “You have dreams about me?”

“Have you seen yourself? You’re pretty fucking dreamy, sir.” Seeing his face slowly flush made you smile. “I always have dreams about you but I like the real thing better.”

“In your dreams I’m probably built like some Greek god or something.”

“Nope. You’re just the way you are: perfect.” You played with the V-shaped part of his shirt. “Especially in this shirt.”

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A Little Drop of Darkness

Part One of Six

Fandom/Pairing: Star Wars / Sith!Poe Dameron x Reader

Length: 1,344 words

Summary/Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sexy times, Finn did a bad thing and Rey is gonna be PISSED, some swear words probably because I wrote this lol.

A/N: In honor of 666 followers, here’s part one of a little Sith!Poe thing based off of Hades and Persephone. Thanks to @woakiees, @kittyofalltrades, a lovely anon, and everyone else who enabled me while writing this lol. As always, feedback and requests are welcomed and appreciated! :)

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You may not love this, but you really did a great job in telling the story of the film in just one chapter! I really found it fitting too that only Pope knows about Frankie’s relationship; It just shows how close they truly are. I can’t wait for Frankie to come home to her already. Great job as always!!! ❤️

pragma - part thirteen

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female reader

Warnings: canon-typical violence

A/N: I’m not a fan of this chapter at all but I hope someone out there likes it. I wanted to do a chapter from Frankie’s POV and then one from reader’s POV just to touch on how each of them are faring with this whole thing. I glossed over a few things from the movie because I didn’t want this to turn into a full on summary but…yeah. Here it is.

Summary: Frankie hates how quickly everything went downhill but he’s fighting through to get home to you.

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Frankie was already over this. He couldn’t think of the reason he agreed to do this. His hands shouldn’t be holding a rifle, they should be holding her.

And he wondered what she was doing now. The worst things always came to mind. What if her ex decided to come back? What if he hurt her?

Or what if something bad happened to her all because he was here and not there? She could easily go off and find someone else while he was gone. Would she do that?

His comm crackled to life as he stood hidden in some brush overlooking the place where this money supposedly was, but he could hardly make out what anyone was saying. He just wanted to be home. He wanted to be holding her.

They had made a plan on when and how they would get into the heavily-guarded home then met up again somewhere safe. I mean, if there was a such thing as safe.

It was downtimes like this when he would pull out the picture of her and just stare at it. Her smile. That’s all he ever thought about. Oh, and the way she laughed without holding back around him. Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he could see her standing right in front of him. Sometimes he saw her the way he did as Pope drove away: on her knees and crying into her hands. He had done that. She cried because of him.

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Midterm (Professor!Catfish AU)

Pairing: Frankie Morales/Catfish x Reader

Word count: 2.1k+ 

Summary: Everyone has eyes on the new professor at your school, but you’re surprised when you find out who he has his eyes on. 

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, Exams (lmao), Age gap-ish??? (reader is beyond ‘of age’ but theres still a significant gap) 

A/N: I have been having a lot of emotions about a lot of things, and this was the best way I could figure out how to cope lol uhh we just out here having fun, you know the vibes… I hope you enjoy! (Yes, I do plan to continue this in multiple parts *excited, muffled scream*)

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I found myself staring out of the car window, trying to remember why we have to drive so far out of town for a night out. It’s a miracle I’ve decided to even go out in the first place. I’ve been so wrapped up in juggling school and work that I haven’t had much energy to do much else. So why did I agree to drive almost two hours outside of town for drinks that I could have easily gotten down the street from my apartment? A lot has changed, and I just don’t get the same thrill from being reckless that I did when I first started college. But here I was. For some reason, I said yes. The street lights were pouring into the car windows, creating strobe lights through the rain drops on the glass. The bursts of color and laughter coming from my friends in the car brought me out of my head and back to reality. My roommate and our designated driver, Oona, stared at me in the backseat through her rear view mirror. 

“Your class this morning was with that new physics professor, right?” 

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