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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*)

Gif by @pascalplease​

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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Jessica Chastain photographed by Zhong Lin for ELLE Taiwan (January 2018)  

He’d been chasing Batman for much longer than anyone knew. Pattinson had heard that Reeves was working on a script that reimagines Bruce Wayne in the younger years of his life. “I’d had Batman in my mind for a while,” Pattinson says. “It’s such an absurd thing to say. I sort of had an idea to do it, and I’d been prodding Matt. He didn’t accept any prods. I kept asking to meet him.” When Reeves finally finished a script, he relented and agreed to a meeting in Los Angeles. “And then I had to kind of try to imagine what he’d written, and I hadn’t even read the script,” Pattinson says. “I’d come with this pad full of notes.”

Robert Pattinson on Becoming Batman

THIS LOOKS SO PROMISING! PLEASE MAKE THIS INTO A SERIES!!! 😭🙏🏻

Bad News Baby

Here it is, my 1950′s mafia AU. I did change some of the relationships between characters such as Rey for instance (you’ll see what I mean), and we’re just gonna pretend that Snoke, in this story, looks more like Andy Serkus than in TFA and TLJ :)))) 

Summary: Your father hires a personal bodyguard for your protection as the city begins to descend into chaos for an upcoming election. 

Warnings: mentions of violence, arranged marriage, me trying to write as if its the 50s, and death

Word Count: 2k

GIF not mine

Ever since you were a little girl you were told ‘family was everything’. Growing up without a mother and an overprotective father, you knew how important that statement was. With his line of work being questionable at best, you did whatever you could to help keep the peace between the two of you.

Well, that’s what you told yourself when you were forced to marry his much older ‘business associate’, Mr. Snoke. Your father told you that it was the only way to keep you safe, seeing as how he was the leader of the First Order, a crime syndicate that took control of the entirety of Brooklyn, no one would entertain the idea of coming close to you should the organization be threatened.

And they were threatened…often. What with their unofficial alliance with the current Governor of New York - Kylo Ren. The opposing groups disliked his way of governing the state, so with the upcoming election in the next few months, things were becoming more hostile on the streets.

The Resistance, the First Orders prime target, was the biggest threat of them all. While the First Order – or rather – Mr. Snoke, had his influence over the young governor, The Resistance was more interested in seeing Rey Organa in power. She would be the first youngest female governor in history, something you wouldn’t have minded seeing in another life.

A life where you weren’t the daughter and wife of two of the most dangerous mobsters in the city.

Seeing as how Mr. Snoke was much older than you, and far more dangerous that you knew of, he treated you fair enough. You lived in the lap of luxury while you were with him, always buying you expensive things, letting you do what you wanted whenever you wanted.

And it didn’t hurt that he was practically never home, leaving you alone in his giant house.

You lived a lonely way of life but, what else could you expect? You taught yourself to be adaptable at a very young age.

Your father did his best to visit and keep in touch from time to time, but with the upcoming election and the running of certain illegal contrabands from state to state, he was a very busy man.

So, you were surprised to find yourself in his parlour at your old home. Waiting patiently for him to finish his discussion with one of his lackeys before turning to you.

“I’m sorry kiddo,” he started making his way over to you on the couch, you stood up and embraced him. “Things have been a bit tense here lately” he said motioning for the two of you to sit back down.

“I understand Daddy, I’m just glad I get to be back to the ol’ pad once again,” you said gesturing around the room. The room you used to frequent often when you lived back home, you mainly used it to sit around and practice painting.

Something you continued to do after leaving as well.

“I’m glad,” he sighed, “these Resistance folks are cruising for a bruising if they keep acting up at these rallies” he rubbed his chin looking away, you furrowed your brows, “What happened this time?”

He exhaled and waved a hand dismissively, “Nothing you gotta be concerned about sweetheart”

He turned back to look at you and took your hands in his, “What I do have for you is some news” your eyebrows lifted, “Do you?” he nodded, “Mr. Snoke and I’ve been talking, with the election coming up and him and I being out of town more often, you won’t have anyone to look over you while we conduct business”

“Sure, I do, Mr. Snokes place is guarded 24/7, I can’t even go to any of my friends’ bashes without 3 chariots following me”

Your father nodded, “Well, I haven’t seen it get this violent on the streets before so we’re gonna need someone closer to you”

“Closer?”

“A personal bodyguard, he’s the best of the best, hand-picked by your old man,” you scoffed inwardly at the irony of the way he referred to your husband.

You didn’t understand why you needed extra protection, like you said, Mr.Snoke had more than enough men patrolling the house. Men he paid handsomely and were fearful of their employer.

Nonetheless, once again, you were smart enough not to object to the decisions that were made for you.

Before you could open your mouth and ask him for a name, a knock sounded at the door. Your father turned to it, “Come in,” he called.

In strolled your husband and another man behind him. Around the same height as your spouse but far more handsome, and maybe only a couple years older than yourself. His tan skin stood out against his white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose those tan forearms, and a head of black curls that would make any man envious and any woman immoral.

Yourself included.

Although you entertained the idea, you would never dare to act on those inhibitions. The attention from certain men at the clubs was fun as you were young, but once you had enlightened them on who your husband was, they would cut out, leaving you once again on your lonesome.

Alternatively, having someone like Mr. Snoke as your husband is that no one dared to disrespect you. You liked to believe that it was because you were kind to those around you, but realistically, they were more scared of your husband breaking their kneecaps.

“Hello Darling,” he greeted you, you stood up along with your father. Mr. Snoke embracing you and kissing you on the cheek.

“Hello” you smiled softly at him, eyes never leaving the handsome stranger.

“Who do we have here?” you almost purred, keeping a firm hand on your arm and turning around to motion to the other man.  

“This is Mr. Dameron, your new bodyguard for the time being”

Mr. Dameron stepped forward, extending his hand and you took it, shaking it firmly, “Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Snoke, Poe will do just fine” you shot him a flirtatious smile, something your father and husband didn’t see as they had been partaking in another conversation. , “Please, just (Y/N), Poe…it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”  

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Ever since Poe Dameron was a child, he always wanted to be a pilot. The air force specifically. But he grew up in a poor part of Brooklyn with his parents, it was hard for them to scrape enough money for him to even have a remotely normal life.

Upon graduating high school, he entered the workforce early, working at his dad’s motorcycle garage while playing his guitar for tips on the pier every Saturday and Sunday. The money he earned were used for College and then Flight School.

It wasn’t until his mother got sick when he officially gave up his dreams to stay and take care of her, both him and his father pooling as much of their money together to pay for her medical bills.

Unfortunately, the cancer won, and she succumbed to it when Poe was only 18. After that, it was only him and his father, working tirelessly to afford their discouraging way of life.

However, lucked seemed to be on their side for the time being as money suddenly began to be filling in their bank accounts, so they could move out of their shitty one bedroom to a nice home in the suburbs. When Poe turned 20, he found out about his father’s affiliations with the Resistance. A group based in the Upper East Side of New York. Their motto was ‘For the People’, meaning they would do their best to stop the city from falling into the hands of corrupted cops and government officials.

That is, until Governor Ren got elected, then things got more hostile, the city falling under corruption, so the Resistance took a more…assertive approach to how they handled things. Poe tried his best to keep himself out of it, but as the years continued and the more committed, he became more committed to the cause.  

It wasn’t until his father was gunned down on the streets by one of Mr. Snokes right hand men. Poe through his anger and grief wanted nothing more than to go ape and hurt every single person Mr. Snoke and his comrades claimed to love, in order for this monster to feel anything remotely similar to how he felt upon losing the only family member he had left.

But, Finn, the Resistance’s leader convinced him otherwise.

“The moment you step foot into Snoke’s palace, you’re a goner” he’d said, “that is, unless you worked for him…” Poe, who had been looking out the window of the warehouse the two had met up in snapped his gaze over towards his friend.

“Excuse me?”

“Word on the street is, he’s looking for someone to protect his missus on the daily”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. He’s nervous cause of the upcoming election, this Rey gal is giving Ren a run for his money”

“I mean she is Leia’s god-daughter” Poe noted, Leia Organa being a retired politician and founder of the Resistance was a strong headed woman, she was the one who called the shots and whom the people had come to love and respect. However, with her old age she decided to pass on the responsibilities of the gang to Poe, who, after his father’s death, refused only to have the job offered to Finn. In Poe’s opinion, he was a much better fit.

“So, we forge some documents, make u look like some sort of retired LA cop and send you in to the devils lair”

One month later, and Poe found himself doing just that. Taking the back seat of Mr. Snokes car, he tried not to think about how the man he promised would pay for his fathers death only an arm’s reach away.

Walking up the grand stair- case, Poe knew that this wasn’t Mr. Snokes home by the way he knocked on the door before entering a lounge area. Heading in his eyes landed on a younger looking dolly, much younger than Poe had initially thought, and he wondered if Finn might’ve gotten his information wrong, that he was going to protecting Snokes daughter. But you looked nothing like the mob boss, instead more like the man beside you.

The man who he recognized as the scamp who murdered his father. 

However, turning back to you, he thought It had been months since he had entertained a woman, and he was most definitely taken aback by your beauty. Laying with you while being forbidden was making it all the more tempting. He expected a woman who would be wearing lavish clothes and jewelry to show off her social status, but instead, you wore a simple navy-blue polka dot dress and red heels to match your very perfect lips, and two brochettes to pin some hair back from your face.

He tried not to let your gaze distract himself from his job, his mission was to gain the trust of the two men talking business on the side, but he could already tell, by the way you looked at him and introduced yourself, you were bad news baby.

So, I do have plans on making it a series BUT only if you guys want :) let me know!! :)

HENRY CAVILL New York Times 2017 Outtakes ph. Tom Jamieson

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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