You May Not Love This, But You Really Did A Great Job In Telling The Story Of The Film In Just One Chapter!

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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I’m totally not crying! 😭😭😭

A sweet din suggestion, the child just cries his eyes out and screams “mama!” And “Papa!” While reaching for both the reader and din, eventually the both allow the little green baby to hold on to them both. Din is just staring at the reader the whole time and kinda scared. I know it’s a lot but I’ve been thinking about this 🥺

***Soooo I changed it from mama and papa for OBVIOUS reasons.

Buirs

His breath caught as the three finger hand of the baby reached for him as well. Opening and shutting in the universal language of want. The tiny squeak of a word that came from the child’s mouth.

“Buir!”

He had been talking to the kid a lot. Settled into the captain’s chair of the cockpit, keeping the little womp rat entertained when sleep alluded them both. Letting Y/N catch a few hours of rest below in her bunk without worrying about being woken up. Maker knew the kid kept her on her toes when she was watching him.

Mando had been trying to teach him some of his language. Not basic or the scant few words of the native language he’d spoken before being rescued by the Mandalorians. He’d been teaching him Mando’a. The tongue spoken by those that were born or adopted into the tribe. His Ad’ika was one such child.

Not that he’d found much success whispering the words and their meanings to the kid. For what would be an older man in Mando’s species, the kid couldn’t talk yet. Never doing much more than cooing at him affectionately. But it made him feel good, teaching him the language that had been taught to him. Confiding the meanings behind the words that rolled off his tongue unknowingly sometimes.

Now he knew that the kid had learned. Both adults being surprised when the tiny green baby had screeched the word at the top of his lungs in a bid for Y/N’s attention.

She’d picked him up, a wide smile on her beautiful face. Even though she had no clue what he’d said. Just the fact that he was forming words was a cause for celebration in her mind. Mando however, had been floored. His heart pounding in his chest as he realized that the womp rat knew exactly what he was saying. He’d patted the side of her cheek with his hand and repeated the word.

When Y/N went to move away from the Mandalorian was when he’d reached out again. His hand grasping air insistently as he trilled the word again.

“Buir! Buir!”

His feet felt like lead as he stepped closer. Each one accompanied by another demand from the baby.

“Buir!”

“Buir!”

“Buir”

Until finally he was close enough for the creature to reach both of them. He trembled. Hidden beneath the layers of Beskar and canvas cloth, Mando stood hesitant and nervous. His heart galloping wildly as Y/N leaned closer to him, making it easier for the baby to curl up to both of them.

He didn’t know how to react. Where his hands were supposed to go, so he kept them at his sides. It felt too intimate to touch the baby right now. It would make it seem too much like the images in his mind, those he kept locked away. Aliit, family. The three of them.

Wide doe-eyes looked up at him, the baby curled against her heart making his own lurch at the sight. Igniting the primal instinct inside him to claim them as his. The kid pulled at his chest plate, wanting the bounty hunter even closer. Beckoning him towards the intoxicating allure of the moment.

“What do you think it means?” She whispered. “Buir?”

Behind the helm, Mando’s eyes closed as he heard her speak his language for the first time. The lilting way it dripped from her tongue making him yearn to hear more. More words, deeper meanings spoken softly towards him.

“Parents. He’s- he’s calling us his parents.” He breathed out, anxiety curling in his gut as he admitted the truth.

Y/N looked up at the blank stare of his visor with a toothy smile, rendering him speechless.

“Buir. Hmmm. You’re right, little one. We are your buirs.”

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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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fuck the police and the racist system that continues to kill black people.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

here’s the link to donate to george floyd’s official memorial fund if you are able to contribute. if you can’t donate, please share. being black shouldn’t be a death sentence.