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rhoorl · 4 months

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Week in Review | Dec. 10

Hi! How are you? I can't believe we're nearing the midway point of December! I am happy to get back to my typical Week in Review style after an abbreviated version last week!

Same shit different week for me when it comes to my TBR, I add more than I can read. But alas, here's what I got to:

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

I Like the Way You (Frankie) by @undercoverpena - I've kept this series in my Current Compulsory Series section for weeks, but I'm pulling it up to the top this week because we got the final part this week! It's always a bit bittersweet to me when I get to the end of a series, especially one I'm following in real-time. I loved following along each week and immersing myself in this story and I’m sad it's done (but hey, great news, I can now reread it from the beginning and binge!). Great job Jo! 💕

While I'm talking about Jo, here's this saucy one-shot Coming Under the Christmas Tree

Joel Miller

Footprints by @sin-djarin - This brought back some Christmas morning nostalgia for me! Joel as a dad and the love he has for Sarah makes me melt. And we have an Uncle Tommy appearance too!

Mr. Ben

SOS by brnn on AO3 - I’m not sure if this creator is on Tumblr, but if they are let me know! I had several chapters of this story built up that I hadn’t caught up on and when the final chapter dropped I binged what I had left! Mr. Ben and OFC Clare are adorable.

Din Djarin

Safe to The Touch by @linzels-blog A touch-starved Din gets some lovin’. 💕

A Baker’s Dozen by @avastrasposts Part 2 in Mel's series saw Din come into the bakery. This was so sweet (no pun intended!).

Other Characters

Good Things Take Time by @oonajaeadira - This series is so good! I've had it recommended to me several times and I've been slowly working my way through it, savoring it because I don't want it to end! I read Parts 2 and 3 this week along with the various drabbles in between. The chemistry these two have is *chef's kiss*

Current Compulsory Series:

These are the series I am keeping up with at the moment.

Holiday Prompts (Various) by @trulybetty - A healthy serving of delicious stories this week. I officially want to move to Maplewood, well, maybe visit. I'll be honest, I'm not made for the cold anymore. 😆 Also, Tim and Cagney continue to be a favorite as are Frankie and Mav! And Dieter made me google Christmas hippo socks which somehow I already did not own! 🦛

Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie) by @linzels-blog The rollercoaster I felt with this latest chapter … I have to know what happens next!!

Destiny & Deliverance (Dieter) by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings This latest chapter had me all up in my feels. These two are 🥹💕

Paranoid Heat (Javi P) by @goodwithcheese I think I've finally managed to pick my jaw up off the floor from the spicy scene in the latest chapter.

Undercover (Tim Rockford) by @secretelephanttattoo Another great chapter update this week, El!! Grumpy Tim and his pet fish are living rent free in my head.

It’s Never Too Late (Javi P) by @javierpena-inatacvest - There is some dad Javi content I need to catch up on!!

Posts from the week:

The moodboards @wildemaven puts out are always gold, but this Frankie holiday-themed board just made me swoon

@laurfilijames made me think about which holiday movies the TF boys would be into. I also hastily made a graphic lol. Speaking of asks @maggiemayhemnj gave me an almost impossible this or that choice. My friend @laughing-in-th3-purple-rain offered up these choices.

If you need a badge for any Pedro boy, @morallyinept has you covered

We got our first look at Pedro in Freaky Tales and oh goodness … the scar. Seriously help us all whenever the Gladiator photos leak.

In case you missed it, the fun writing challenge that’s going around here's another plug. I finally have an idea … now I just need to write it. I think I’m going to end up throwing it back to my college days and cramming this in at the last minute….

Feral corner:

There was simply too much to keep track of this week. I was overwhelmed by thots. I think this post sums things up well.

This photo altered my brain chemistry. This photo of Pedro as Dieter and THEN this video… oh hey Working Title Dieter. 😏 Frankie tummy always gets me. Javi P in this jacket. Talk about gifs you can hear. This outfit - he knew what he was doing when we wore this right?

@foralonglongtime - no pressure but I’m very excited about the prospect of this…

This scene from TLOU forever changed me.

Garrett Hedlund: This man was utterly too much this week. Exhibit A, Exhibit B, Exhibit C, and finally, the post that started my spiral.

Things I watched:

I didn't make it to the movies this week, Mr. Rhoorl went and saw Godzilla Minus One and loved it. He's a huge Godzilla fan so he was pretty excited to see it. I’m off fo work tomorrow so I’m planning on seeing Wish.

Something that is releasing soon that I'm excited to see is Rebel Moon with Charlie Hunnam on Netflix. It looks like it will be available for my UK fans this week, but we in the US have to wait until the 21st.

Personal Stuff

Busy week. Both Mr Rhoorl and I had PTO on different days this week and we both had our plans thwarted by a sick baby. She's ok now, all good! Otherwise, we've been mostly laying low. I have managed to get most of my holiday shopping done and our Christmas cards arrived so that's exciting! We've also been checking out the various theme parks - I love the way they decorate this time of year! We did a holiday cookie stroll at Epcot last night and it was yummy

Fic updates:

I had Benny Miller brain rot again (when don't I at this point?). Anyway, the result was a third part of what I guess is now the unofficial "Are You on Mute" series. I do have plans for wrapping those one-shots up into something bigger. I just frankly keep having thots I have to get out and it's distracting me😆

I did manage to get a good amount of writing done for the next chapter of Delta Landscaping. Hoping to get the new episode out early this week. Whenever I get down on myself that I'm not updating that series fast enough I remind myself it's essentially like 6 different series in one so therein lies the delays 🫣

This can be such a stressful part of the year, so I hope you are able to take some time for yourself! Have a great week and thanks for reading if you made it this far!

Masterlist

Working Title (Dieter, series, ongoing) | AO3

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier, series, ongoing) | AO3

Turbulence (Frankie, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? (Benny Miller, one-shot) | AO3

Are You on Mute? Part Two

Are You Alone

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gracie7209 · 9 months

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Amaryllis: Chapter 10 - Safe House

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, drinking, TOM, descriptions of nursing (not explicit), spying, Frankie and Reader not using common sense when around each other - Frankie desperately needs a new phone, Will and Benny finally make and appearance, rating goes back up next chapter!

Summary: Frankie and Santi come up with a plan to get Tom out of the house and Frankie pays you a visit. Tom and Santi have words while at the safe house and Tom continues to prove how awful he really is.

A/N: Chapter 11 takes place at the exact same time as chapter 10, but ended up being way too long to fit into just one chapter. That being said, I should have the next one up in a couple of days :)

As always, thank you so much for reading, liking, reblogging, asking questions etc It truly means the world to me ❤️

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You have it.

You bide your time because this has to be done right.

It’s only been two days since you recorded Tom admitting to killing Frankie in cold blood. Attempted murder in reality, but Tom didn’t know that yet.

You haven’t spoken to Frankie since the morning after he stayed over. The morning after your world had yet again been changed when he came waltzing back into your life.

You didn’t want to take any chances at this point because Tom was very clearly on edge. The call he received about Frankie’s body being found and your subsequent conversation had left him more anxious than usual. You decided that because you already had what you needed that letting things simmer for a few days would be the best option. Now, it was only a matter of time before things fell into place.

—

That time came rather abruptly as a haggard looking Santi came barging in after banging on your front door, yelling for Tom.

“Tom!! Tom man, I need you to get out here!!”

“What’s going on Santi?” You squeak out. You honestly had no idea what was happening since you hadn’t spoken to him or Frankie since the other day. You had just started nursing the baby in the living room, a rare occasion for you as you would normally stick to the nursery. You were grateful for the change up however, because you didn’t have to get up or shift around and your son’s attention was solely focused on soothing his hungry tummy, so he paid absolutely no mind to Santi’s abrupt intrusion.

When he looks over to you, all Santi does is wink, and you know it’s a ploy… you play along, but your reactions are genuine as you’re completely unsure of what's happening.

Tom comes barreling out of the room, having just woken up even though it was already mid-day. “What the fuck? Pope? What’s going on?”

“Tom. Man… we gotta go. We have to GO now!”

“Slow down, slow down….. where are we going??”

“They found us. They found us man…… I got a hit on my cell and it’s them. We have to go… Will and Ben are already on the way, but we have to get out of here NOW!!”

“Shit! Safe house??” Santi simply nods and at that Tom runs back to the bedroom and throws on some clothes and boots, gearing up for whatever they were about to walk into.

With Tom still in the back, you take a second to ask what you should be doing.

“It’s ok…. Trust me. We have a plan…. Just wait for my call. Shouldn’t be long, but I have to get him out of here.”

“Ok. Are we,” You Motion toward the lightly covered bundle in your arms, “are we going to be ok here?”

At that moment, Tom walks out of the bedroom, decked out in a tactical vest filled to the brim with guns and ammo, and strangely enough you think, zip ties.

“Yeah, they’re not coming here right? These two will be fine staying home??”

Santi fights the urge to roll his eyes, his disdain evident for how little Tom actually gives a shit about his wife and son, but continues… “Yeah they only got mine to my knowledge. They should be fine here.”

“Good. Well let’s get out of here then..”

“Um, how long will you guys be gone???”

You still didn’t understand what the plan was, so your confusion was real, but you trusted Santi… you just needed to play into the “scared housewife” bit for a little longer and then this would finally be over.

“I’m not sure. We’ll know more in a few days, but for now, we have to leave. We’ll be in touch soon though.”

“O..ok… ok…. Be careful!!” They’re backs are to you now walking down the porch steps to Santi’s truck. They take off and you’re left to your own devices for a bit, unsure what to even think. You finish feeding the baby, or rather he falls asleep once he is content and his belly full. You make your way to the nursery, carefully laying him down on a muslin blanket and making quick work of getting him swaddled nice and tight, before letting him rest in his crib and turning on his mobile. Little woodland animals move up and down as it spins while a soothing melody plays lightly. You close the door and go back into the living room. It’s peaceful enough that you contemplate heading to bed yourself for a much needed afternoon nap, that is until a gentle knock at the front door makes you jump.

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It’s only been maybe thirty minutes or so since Tom and Santi left, so surely they wouldn’t be backtracking with the threat of, whatever that was, on their trail? You look through the window and practically throw the door open when you see Frankie waiting patiently.

“Frankie? What are you doing here?” You try to sound alarmed, because he shouldn’t be here. It’s too dangerous and Tom just left, but you can’t help the smile that adorns your face when you see him.

“Hey..” Is all he says. It still boggles your mind that he’s even here.

“Hey….” You say back a little awkwardly, but you’re not uncomfortable. just unsure. Not in Frankie, but him being here at all. The last couple of days have given you some time to just absorb the gravity of the entire thing. He’s alive. Frankie’s alive.

“Can I come in??” He’s smiling, so you feel confident that he’s not just here on a whim. He and Santi had a plan and it must mean that Tom isn’t due to be back any time soon.

You quietly nod and step back, opening the door fully to allow Frankie room to walk in. He takes about two steps inside before you shut the door and lunge yourself at him, your arms encircling his waist and your face in his neck. His arms immediately come around you, rubbing comforting circles into your back.

You feel him nuzzle into your hair, kissing your temple, before slowly pulling back, just a little bit, so he can see your face. He gently hooks a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

With tears in your eyes you give him a pensive smile, not knowing what to say as there’s so much you want to tell him. You settle for a meager, “Hey,” instead, just to break the somewhat, yet not completely uncomfortable silence.

“Hey yourself… Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… it’s just still so hard to believe you’re here with me. I missed you. I really missed you.” You turn your face into his palm and his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

“I missed you too. But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. That’s… uh, that’s why I came to talk to you.. we have a plan. Well, Santi has a plan… I think we’ll be able to get it out of him, so we-“

You cut him off because of course! He doesn’t know that you already have what they need. “Frankie!!! Oh my gosh. I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but I got him! I got him!!!”

“What do you mean?”—

“He confessed! Hold on,” you practically launch yourself down the hallway to your bedroom, almost tripping over Tom’s clothes laying strewn haphazardly all over your floor. You ignore it and make your way over to your dresser.

You’ve kept the recorder in the bottom of your sock drawer, hidden underneath a piece of loose plywood… you try to keep it on you at all times, but it’s a nice little temporary hiding spot.

Frankie is sitting on the couch when you come back out, looking around nervously, not completely comfortable being in Tom’s space.

“Here, it’s all there. He basically kept trying to tell me, but he actually admitted to it, Frankie.” Your voice takes on a sullen tone.

“I can’t believe he tried to kill you. That he actually believes he murdered you and is acting like everything is just fine.

“Can I listen to it?” He Isn't completely sure what to expect, so he’s following your lead.

“Of course, but it’s just, um, not a very pleasant conversation.” Frankie nods his head in understanding. Nothing about Tom was pleasant in general, so if nothing else he anticipates what he’s about to hear to be uncomfortable at best.

“We can listen together if you want?”

He gives you a firm nod and presses play—

It doesn’t take long before Frankie is grabbing for your hand and lacing his fingers through yours. Just the sound of Tom’s voice has him on edge, but you both need to be sure that what’s recorded is going to be enough.

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“Pope, what do you mean you don’t know? We could be here for weeks!” It’s only been a few hours and Tom is already chomping at the bit, ready to go in guns ablazing.

“I mean, we don’t know. We probably need to just lay low for a while. At least until we can figure out what we’re up against. We took out several of his men back in Colombia, but we don’t know what kind of pull this guy had or what resources he had here.”

The plan was to wait… wait Tom out until he starts getting antsy due to the lack of action. The safe house was completely stocked, with five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and even a full bar.

The perfect place to just hide out that they had used on occasion when getting ready for something big… But, Tom really hated just sitting still. His first instinct was always to push forward and make the move and get things going, but this was the first time they were being tracked (or so he thought.)

They’re not at the safe house for more than a few hours before Frankie lets him know that you had gotten the confession out of him.

is it enough?

Yes. It’s all there.

Santi trusts Frankie with his life, but he just got him back and he needs to be sure. So, he decides to recount their time in Colombia, going over their initial plans, the recce, even as far as when and where they believe the mission went sideways, inadvertently bringing up what happened to Frankie in the process. It should be easy enough given that they were running from Lorea’s men, while not being too revealing or suspicious.

With the knowledge that there was already a confession, Santi wants to make sure it sticks, beyond a reasonable doubt. He wants Will and Benny to know what happened so badly, and he was going to get Tom to tell them.

Standing at the front of the table, three sets of eyes on him, Santi begins,

“Ok, so what do we know???”

—

After what seemed like hours, the guys finally decide to turn in for the night. Going over everything about Lorea was exhausting to say the least. Santi was ready for this all to be over. He had forgotten how exhausting just being in Tom’s presence could be, and knowing that he likely had a few more days of this had Santi rubbing his temples in annoyance.

He decides to give himself a night cap. Making his way to the kitchen, he finds Tom sitting at the bar top-

“What’s up man? Couldn’t sleep?”

“Nah you know me Pope. Feels weird being on the other side of the job. Never been hunted before.”

“We’ll figure it out. I got my contact in Colombia looking into who was left alive after we took out Lorea and his other men.”

“Yeah. I know. Went over all of it earlier, remember?” Santi had to bite his tongue… Tom was just an asshole. Plain and simple. A piece of shit, murderous, asshole.

“Just trying to give you some peace of mind.”

“Not until it’s done…. We should’ve finished this then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that we left a lot of loose ends in Colombia. This wouldn’t be happening had we cleaned up our mess…”

There it was. His opening to bring up Frankie.

“Well shit, we had a lot more going on than just finishing that job. I mean, fuck man, Frankie….” Santi trails off. He doesn’t have to fake the emotion that came with that memory. Even though Frankie was alive and well, it still hurt to think about. Especially looking in the face of the person responsible.

“We’ve lost people before Tom, but this was different. No one was thinking straight. It never should’ve happened.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t believe he just… fell. I — It almost makes me feel responsible…”

“What? What do you mean you ‘feel’ responsible?”

“Just that, we were fighting ya know? That’s the last thing he knew before…”

Tom shakes his head. “I feel like if we hadn’t been arguing, then he never would’ve gotten so close to the edge….”

Sant has to swallow the bile rising at Tom’s admission. He knew damn well he was responsible— Tom was a fucking psychopath and he couldn’t wait to bring his ass down.

“What were you even arguing about? What could’ve been so damn important that it couldn’t have waited until we were done?”

“He fucked my wife, Santi. That’s why we fought.”

“Fuck man.”

“I just wanted to know how he could do that to me. You think you know a person.”

“Did you find anything out? Before? Or did you even get that far?”

Tom chuckles…. “Yeah, I found out a lot more than expected. She gave him away after some— uh, persuasion….”

The smug bastard is enjoying this…. “Persuasion?”

“I just got her to confess to what they did. But I needed to know the reason from Frank.”

Santi is gritting his teeth. Fists opening and closing down at his side, but he continues.!He was so close to getting something out of Tom. He just needed to be patient. ‘Frankie’s ok… Frankie’s ok.’

“Well, did he say why?”

“Yep.” Tom takes a long pull from his beer. “He said he loved her. Hah! —Frankie didn’t even know her. I take care of her. Take care of them. The man always was a hopeless fool. Probably just jealous that I had someone to come home to. That I was gonna be a dad.”

Something seems to shift in Tom’s eyes suddenly. Like he remembered that he did in fact have a wife and kid at home that he had just left at a moment’s notice.

“Speaking of…. Probably a good time to check in on my little family.”

Santi thought he would just call, even though it was around 2:00 AM and it had been a little over 12 hours since they got to the safe house. He honestly doubted that Tom had even checked in at all in that time.

But instead of calling, he opens his laptop, pulling up a paused feed of his living room. The live feed not yet turned on.

Santi feels his palms instantly sweat. He’d forgotten about the damn cameras…. Tom had disabled them after Colombia and Santi never thought he would turn them back on. He was a fucking idiot. He knew Frankie was there —With you— This was bad.

Santi grabs his phone and sends a quick message to Frankie: “CAMERAS” in hopes that by some miracle the feed wouldn’t zero in on him right away. Maybe they were in the nursery or the bedroom. It was late, so that was very likely. He holds his breath.

“Yeah, I almost forgot I went ahead and turned on the cameras before we left. Can’t be too careful with this shit…”

“Good idea.” He felt sick. He couldn’t believe he was so foolish. Of course, he had only disabled the cameras once Frankie was ‘out of the picture.’ There was no longer a need for them.

But Tom was still careful and even though his reasoning probably pertained more to his home and belongings, as opposed to who was inside of it, he would want to make sure his property wasn’t harmed.

“Let’s see what my darling wife is up to.”

“She’s probably asleep, man. It’s late already…” He tries to stop it, but Santi knew if he pushed that it would alert Tom that something was off. He prayed they were in the bedroom. Prayed that Tom would be satisfied that you were in bed and leave it alone.

When the feed comes on, the living room is blessedly empty - Not a soul on the screen… Santi’s heart skips a beat and he releases his breath steadily.

Hoping again to pull him away from the cameras, Santi offers Tom another drink.

“Nah, I’m good, Just gonna see if she comes out.”

“Why don’t you just call her?”

More fun this way, Tom thinks…— “I don’t want to wake up the baby in case he’s sleeping.”

“Well, that’s nice of you. Lord knows new momma’s don’t get much sleep.”

“Yeah, he’s been sleeping pretty much through the night since day one. I hardly hear the little guy…”

Sure you don’t.

“Well, g’night Tom… We’ll start bright and early in the morning.”

“Yep…” and Santi turns to leave at that, while Tom’s eyes are still laser focused on the screen. He gets about two steps away before Tom practically shouts “What the fuck is that?!”

He turns slowly… Tom’s standing now, staring down the screen.

“Pope. Come look at this. Tell me if I’m seeing shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

Tom points to the blurry screen. An item he hadn’t noticed before sitting on the coffee table. He sees now what Tom must think and he swallows hard.

“Uh, well. It looks like a hat Tom.”

“A hat. Ok, so I’m not crazy? You see the fucking hat too?”

“Yeah, man, I see the hat. What about it?” Santi tries to sound aloof. He’s gotten good at bullshitting people, but his nerves are so frayed he is practically trembling.

“I don’t fucking wear hats Pope. So whose hat is that?” He thinks for a moment then, “—That fucking bitch! As soon as I leave she brings someone else home?”

“Tom, seriously dude… I’ve seen you wear a damn hat before. Not often, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Nope, there’s no fucking way…. How about I just go pay her a surprise visit and find out for myself?”

“You think that’s really necessary? Lorea’s guys are still out there man!”

“But you said they only got your address, right? I’ll be in and out. I’ll just say I forgot something…” —Tom is already moving to get his shoes.

Santi scoffs, “whatever, man. You know, sometimes I think you’re too paranoid.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You really think she’s sleepin’ around? With a new baby? How would she even meet someone?”

“Well, she fucked Fish didn’t she? Who knows who else she’s been fuckin’…. But I’m gonna go find out.”

“Fuck you, it’s too goddamn late for this shit…. I’m going to bed. Do what you want.” And with that he turns sharp on his heel and slams the door to his room. He instantly tries to call Frankie, but the line goes straight to voicemail.

“Fuck Fish! Charge your fucking phone pendejo!”

Frankie’s phone was so damn old that it would constantly die unless plugged into a charger at basically all times. Santi had been bugging him about getting something from this decade for awhile now, but Frankie was always adamant that he’d use it until it stopped working entirely. Santi believed he just kept it to spite him, especially in times like these.

When he reluctantly leaves the room, Tom had already made up his mind and was pulling out of the driveway by the time Santi decided to try again at damage control. “Fuck!”

After all the commotion, Will comes out of his room. Sleep still evident on his face. “What’s going on Pope?”

“We have a problem. Go grab Benny and get dressed. We gotta go.”

“Why?” Will’s tired face is incredulous. “A little context would be nice. Did you get another hit on whoever has us holed up here?”

Santi takes a deep breath…. “I’ll tell you everything on the way, we just need to go Now.”

“Alright, I’ll grab Ben,” comes Will’s exasperated response. But then “Where’s Tom?”

“Bastard’s going home…”

“What the hell is he thinking?”

“He’s a paranoid son of a bitch! Thinks the wife has somebody at their house…”

“Why would he think that?”

“He saw a ball cap on his coffee table. I told him he’s delusional, but he insisted on finding out for sure.”

“Well, I mean, she did kind of have an affair with Frankie right? He’s not completely out on a limb to think she’d cheat again.”

“But that’s just the thing Will…” Santi feels the need to defend you as he knows the situation. Knows that you’re not a bad person.

“What?”

“She actually cared about Frankie. It wasn’t just her fucking some random person.”

“There’s no way you could know that. I thought it was a one off? And why do you care anyway?”

“We have to get there before Tom does.”

“Seriously Pope? It’s his wife, man. Let him figure their shit out. If she’s being unfaithful, then Tom has a right to know.”

“Will, she’s not a bad person. We all know Tom treats her like dirt…..—BEN! GET THE FUCK UP MAN WE GOTTA GO!”

“I still don’t see why we need to drag ourselves out of bed for this… We get there and two things happen. Either she’s cheating and Tom throws the guy out and they get into it OR She’s not and we show up for no reason??”

“Just trust me on this ok? I’ll explain on the way”

“Explain what? What aren’t you telling us?” And at that moment, Will’s younger brother decides to join the commotion—They both are staring him down and Santi he knows they won’t move until he tells them what’s up.

“Fuck! Fuck ok… It’s Frankie.” That instantly gets their attention. Benny breaks first….“Pope??”

“Frankie’s alive. If there’s anyone there at Tom’s house, with his wife, it’s Frankie……”

Will’s eyebrows shoot to his forehead and his jaw is slack—“What the fuck man???? How???? Pope, you better start fucking talking……”

“I’ll tell you on the goddamn way, because if Tom gets there first, HE. WILL. KILL. HIM.” He punctuates every word and looks each brother in the eye so they know he’s serious…. “Now let’s fucking GO!”

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A/N: Only 2 more Chapters and an Epilogue left to go! It’s beyond crazy to me to be getting to the end of this story that I never thought I’d finish let alone be able to post. I’ll say it a thousand times and then some more, but Thank You all so much!!!!

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michelle-is-writing · 11 months

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Missing You, Ben Hardy

Since Ben left for filming a couple months ago, I’ve been okay. Of course, I’ve been missing him ever since he left. The text messages and phone calls have made up for the lack of conversations we used to have, and the constant pictures he sends me help me still feel connected to him. But lately, I’ve been missing him the hardest, and I couldn’t tell you why either.

During the day, I’m fine. I go about my daily rituals as usual, but at night, when I get ready to go to bed, it’s like I’m hit with a mix of sadness and longing for Ben to be back by my side. Some nights, I can’t fall asleep until it’s past three or four in the morning. I can’t explain why - it’s just something that happens now.

For some reason, tonight is the worst it’s ever been for me. I’ve tried everything I can to fall asleep. I’ve taken melatonin, turned off every bright light, made sure that there were no noises coming from anything, turned my phone off, everything. I even tried to meditate for a while, but I eventually gave up when I realized it wasn’t working for me either. I've also had “relaxing” music playing since I first started getting ready to go to bed, but that obviously didn’t work either.

Every time I close my eyes, images of Ben flash in my mind. I remember specific times like when we go out together and just enjoy each other's time. I’m also reminded of the times when we go out with friends and how Ben always holds me to him in front of everyone with his arm tight around my waist and my back pressed against his chest. It makes me feel like he’s so thankful to have me there with him when he does this. More importantly, I remember the times when he said things exactly like that to me. Hearing the love of your life say, “I’m so happy to have you in my life,” is something that you’ll cherish and remember for a very, very long time - if not forever.

The only problem with that is with moments like these when you can’t be with them. In that case, you’re left to simply think about that special person rather than see or hear them. You can’t hold them or love on them. You can’t even laugh with them and see their face crinkle up because of that laughter. So, you’re left to miss them immensely, and it sucks.

It really sucks.

Looking over at my alarm clock, the bright red lights tell me it’s almost 4:30, and I’m left to groan in response. Last night, I didn’t pass out until 3, and I had to wake up for work today with only 4 hours of sleep in my system. I don’t want to have another night like that. Granted, I may not have to work tomorrow, but still. I don’t want to fall asleep at the same time people are getting up to start the day if I can help it.

Frankie beside me stirs in her sleep before getting up and heading out into the living room. At that, I kind of laugh. She must’ve gotten tired of me constantly tossing and turning. I’m tired of it too, but it’s not like I can do anything about it.

With a sigh, I turn on my side toward the wall and try to close my eyes once more. At first, I’m joyful that finally, nothing pops up. No images of Ben or anyone else. Just the darkness of what I’m hoping is looming sleep.

For a few moments, this lasts until I start thinking about how nice Ben’s touch felt against my skin. The way his slightly rough hands had such a gentle grasp when he touched me is something that can wake me up instantly, but I’m trying to not let the memory of it do that. However, reminiscing on his touch seems to be too much for me as I actually feel his touch on me now despite him being six hours away. The mind can certainly be one powerful thing.

“Are you awake?”

As soon as I hear Ben’s voice, my eyes shoot open and I quickly turn over to see him standing by the side of the bed, a smile on his face. Granted, the only light in the room is the dim red hue coming from my alarm clock, so I’m assuming the lines on his cheek mean he’s smiling.

“Oh my God!” I exclaim, nearly jumping out of bed to throw myself at Ben. Thankfully, he’s quick to catch me in his arms, but that doesn’t stop us from tumbling down onto the floor with a soft thud, resulting in laughter coming from Ben. Conversely, I immediately pull back to look at Ben despite the room still being pitch dark.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, my hands searching his face and head for any injury, again, in complete darkness. His answer comes to me in even more laughter, his hands quickly finding mine to press soft and gentle kisses to the skin.

“Darling, I’m fine, but I do have to say that was one of the best welcome home greetings I have ever gotten,” Ben assures me before leaning forward to press another kiss to my lips, but his lips meet the side of my nose instead. We both know that one of us should really turn the light on so we can see each other, but going by the fact that I’m on top of Ben, it’ll have to be when I decide to let go of him.

Smiling, I nuzzle my face into his neck. “I’m just happy you’re home,” I tell him, sitting back on his lap so I can turn on the bedside lamp. Ben’s hands instantly make their way to my hips when I do this, his fingers lightly massaging the skin of my exposed waist as soon as they make contact. Once the room has some light flooding through it, I look down at Ben and smile upon seeing his face after so long of having to settle for just pictures or FaceTime. He smiles back at me, a happy sigh falling from his lips afterward.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, darling,” Ben murmurs, a blissful gaze falling over his face. Sliding his arms up from my hips, he rests them against my back all while simply holding me to him as we lie on the hardwood floor of our bedroom. “Could hardly sleep without you, it was horrible.”

At his words, the corner of my lip upturns knowing he missed me too, but at the same time, he probably suffered the same sleep deprivation as me. “I had a hard time sleeping while you were gone too,” I tell him, feeling my body begin to relax on top of him. “I haven’t gotten much sleep either, especially tonight,” with a smile, I press a kiss to Ben’s jaw as I lean my head up a bit. “It's a good thing since you got home early, babe.”

Ben smiles with me in response to my words before swiftly sitting up with me still clinging to his body, my legs now on either side of him as his face rests mere centimeters from mine. The action surprises me for a short second until I let out a small giggle, my brain reminding me of my boyfriend’s superhero muscles that allow him to do those things with me, things that make me absolutely crazy.

“Let’s get back into bed, yeah?” He suggests, standing up with one hand pushing him off the ground and the other keeping my body against his. Once again, I cling tightly to him, my rigid stature only relaxing when my back makes contact with our bed. However, Ben doesn’t move, and instead, he remains on top of me. After a few moments, I speak up.

“Are you comfortable?” My question makes Ben quietly laugh as he knows putting his entire weight on me is not always comfortable, but I won’t complain either.

"I always want to be on top of you, love," He tells me with another sly chuckle before shuffling down in the bed. Now lying mostly on my torso and in between my legs, Ben peers up at me from where he lays his head on my stomach. “How about now? Are you comfortable?”

“Very,” I tell him, moving a hand to comb through his blonde locks. Once my hand touches his head, Ben nuzzles his face against my hand like earlier. In only a matter of seconds, Ben's eyes fall shut as he a soft sigh leaves his nose.

“I missed you… so much,” he admits, “I’d really like it if you came with me next time, even if it’s just for a week,” Ben’s eyes open after his last statement, looking intently at me as I process his suggestion. It would be great to spend that time with him, but I never asked before as I didn't want to distract him while he works.

"As much as I loved your greeting from earlier," Ben speaks up once more, breaking me away from my thoughts and over I’d love it even more if you greeted me like that after filming.”

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heythere-mel · 2 years

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Drunk In Love

Frankie Morales x f!reader

W/C: 1.8K+

Warnings: Language, Friends to lovers? F L U F F 🤍

Summary: A little liquid courage reveals some big secrets.

A/N: So I was tagged in a post with a possible prompt idea and I couldn’t let it go so here’s my little twist on it. (Prompt will be in red yall!) Thank you @kteague and @icanbeyourjedi both for your endless support, ilysm! Likes, reblogs, any love appreciated. Enjoy!! 💜💜

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“Has anyone seen Frankie?”

“Upstairs in Ben’s room I think. That liquor is finally starting to hit him.” Will snickers as he throws a few more beer cans into the trash bag.

Tonight was all about celebrating Benny’s huge win during his latest fight. A total underdog going in, he had crushed the competition which ultimately called for a celebration. Everyone had stopped by at various times throughout the night except one person. The only person Frankie longed to see and talk to. They all knew your work had been hectic lately and the chances of you coming out were slim, but Frankie held on to that slight glimmer of hope with every passing guest through the door.

“Come have a shot with us Fish!”

“Yeah! She would want you to be having fun!” Benny called out.

The guys loved teasing him about his growing crush on you. Knowing he was too chickenshit to actually say anything, with or without you here.

“Very funny cabrón. Just give me the damn drink.” That was nearly a few hours ago.

Santi took the steps two at a time until he came upon Benny’s rec room. It was a work in progress but the essentials were there. Including a new giant plush beanbag chair that had become a favorite amongst the grown men. Benny and Frankie always fighting over whom would be able to lounge on it during get togethers. He was slumped deep into the cushion with his phone above his head completely entranced by the screen.

“What ya lookin at there Fish?”

“Hmm,” he looks over at Santiago with eyes half lidded and a bashful grin. He’s seen that look from his best friend before. Frankie is definitely feeling good.

“Wait, is that?...”

“Yeahhhh,” he lovingly sighs, followed by a small hiccup. “Isn’t she just the most beautiful girl in the world?” turning his phone more towards him. Frankie had been going through a hidden photo album when Santi walked in. It was a little something he had put together for particular moments like this. Moments when he was just simply missing you. The picture was from the state fair a few months back. You had on your favorite yellow sundress and signature white sneakers. ‘Cute yet casual’ he remembers you saying. You were fully enveloped in some cotton candy when he snuck the picture. The web of sticky sweet treat making you giggle as it hit your tongue, changing it to a bright shade of pink. He had never seen something so pure in his whole life.

Santi watched as his friend gushed over the photo. If heart eyes were real, Frankie’s would be their poster child.

“You really like her, don’t you?”

“No, Santiago. I love her.”

Santi’s eyes widen at his friends direct admission. His own shit-eating grin creeping on to his face. FINALLY he thought. He knew Frankie was a little tipsy right now but from the way he, along with everyone else in the group, had seen the two of you dancing around each other it was about time someone admits it. Plus, you know what they say; the only people to ever tell the truth are children and drunks.

“You should tell her man!”

Frankie’s head snaps in his direction as if it were so obvious.

“You’re right hermano! I gotta tell her!”

Frankie stumbles with his phone, the device looking smaller in his big hands as he begins to smash out a text to you.

——-

You didn’t know how long you were out but by the small amount of drool starting to gather and make its way down your face you would assume it had been a while. You had dozed off at your laptop. Knowing your friends were all having fun without you while you prepped the last PowerPoint for your huge project at work was in hindsight a little sad, but as of tomorrow afternoon you too could properly celebrate. You had been so busy with work lately, there hadn’t been a chance to see or spend time with any of your boys. You missed the rowdiness. You missed him. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend in this way but the idea of Frankie’s warm embrace was enough to send you into a blissful sleep, that is until your phone startled you awake. Slowly perking up when you saw it was an incoming text from him.

Mi cielo! You awake?

You look at the time on your phone. It was almost 1am. Before you could answer, another text comes in.

It’s late of course you’re not…

Busy workin. Now sleeping. My beautiful brainy girl.

Your face flushes at the endearment. Say something!

Frankie! Hi! I’m awake. Are you okay? It’s late. Did you make it home?

Cielito! Better now that I’m talking to you. This party’s lame cause you’re not here.

Hahah I’m gonna tell Benny you called his party lame.

I’ll tell him myself! LAME. BENJAMIN. 😎

I miss you guys! I’m sorry I couldn’t come out tonight. Tomorrow though! I’m gonna need a drink or two!

Baby I’ll buy you ALLLLL the drinks! 🍹🍻🥂

I’m holding you to that Morales! Oh, did you need a ride home or anything? I’m guessing YOU’VE had a few? 😉 Lol

It was late and you were still willing to come for him. The gesture alone solidified his next actions. Just go for it Francisco!

Always caring for me. Someone should care for you…

And who do you suggest that be?…

ME OBVIOUSLY. Always cared for you.

Know why I call you mi cielo? Cause you’re my sky, my heaven on earth, my everything.

I’m sorry. Santi said I talk too much. I don’t care tho. My love, I am intoxicated, but I just wanted you to know…my real feelings.

You were at a loss for words. How do you respond to that? You see the bubbles start to form on the screen, anticipating what he may say next. He seems to be writing forever but they stop. No indication of a new text coming in and that sinking feeling hits you like a truck. Did one of your best friends and the man you were harboring a huge crush on really just say all that? Was any of it true? Or just drunk talk?

——-

“ …so amazing. wanna marry you one day, make all the babies. We’d have fun with that part 😉 travel the world I CAN FLY US and just everything with you…” Frankie slightly slurs out as he types away.

“WHOAAA HOLD ON FISH!” Pope snatches Frankie’s phone from him, quickly erasing everything he just wrote out to you.

“Look, I’m glad you’re coming to your senses but if you text her all this, instead of telling her in person, she’ll never believe you. Plus, it’s late and you’re a bit drunk.”

“But I love her even when I’m not drunk!”

Santi barked out a laugh at the serious look on his friends face.

“I know buddy, but you’ll thank me later. Here, look at these pictures of her for right now.” Santi pulled up your Instagram account to the photos from your birthday hike. It was you and all the guys, the accompanying pictures in the post were of an individual photo with each of them. Frankie scrolls to the one of you and him. His arm around your waist and yours around his neck as you posed cheek to cheek. This one was a favorite of his and also in his secret album. He zooms in to your face and kisses his screen.

“Goodnight cariño.” Frankie whispers as he shuts his eyes. The soft beanbag hugging him as he drifts off to the photo still being displayed on his phone. Santi sees this as the perfect opportunity to snap a picture and send it to you, knowing you’re probably wondering what the hell was actually going on.

——-

It has been about twenty minutes now and not another word from Frankie. You had moved to your bed to try and get some sleep but it was useless. Should I call him? No this isn’t an over the phone conversation. Ugh just another thing to overthink tonight. You toss and turn trying to get comfortable when your phone on the nightstand lights up.

“Pope: 1 Attachment”

You quickly unlock your phone to a picture of Frankie curled up as best as possible on the beanbag chair. You let out a small snicker when a message pops up:

As you probably know, our Fish is a little outta it. I remember my first drink lol but in all honesty, everything he told you tonight is true. I don’t mean to spill his secrets but the man adores you. As you see from the attached picture, he fell asleep with your photo pulled up on his phone. I’m also keeping the picture I took for future clowning opportunities. It’ll make a great story at your wedding 😏 okay goodnight!

You sat in bed on the verge of happy tears. Texting one final thing back:

Make sure he gets to a proper bed please. You know how his back is.

——-

Despite getting only a few hours of sleep, you managed to get through your presentation at work and killing it. You decided after to cut the day short and surprise Frankie. You pulled up to the Miller’s place and let yourself in, running into Santiago in the process.

“Hi there!” he says to you in a playful voice.

“Hi Santi. Ummm, is Frankie still..?”

“Yeah, lover boy is still passed out in Ben’s room. Go wake his ass up. You’re the only person he probably wouldn’t yell at for disturbing his beauty sleep, el borracho.”

——-

Opening the door as quietly as possible, you find Frankie still sound asleep. Walking over to him, you find enough space to sit down on the bed next to him. He looks so peaceful, the curls from his now longer hair look just as soft as they are wild. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through them, sweeping a rogue strand from his forehead. He inhales sharply at your touch, slowly opening his eyes while leaning into you.

“Cielo, hi.”

“Hi Francisco.”

“I’m not dreaming am I?”

“No hermoso, it’s me. I’m really here.”

“About last night…”

“Did you mean it?...”

The eye contact between you is consuming. Your heart strumming erratically from the look he is giving you.

“Every word.”

Frankie doesn’t overthink it, pulling you down to him in the most passionate kiss, pouring every thought and feeling he’s wanted to convey to you since you’d first met. Your head is spinning from the euphoric rush of finally feeling those plush lips against yours. You giggle as you start to pull back, not before he peppers your face with sweet little pecks.

“You have room under here for me? A sweet, yet drunk dork kept me up late last night and I could use a little nap.”

“For you mi cielo, always.”

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floralpascal · 2 years

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Oblivious

Summary: You and your best friend Benny are both madly in love with one-another... only neither of you think that the other feels the same way.

Pairing: Ben “Benny” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, fighting mention (no actual fighting), kissing

A/N: This is my first ever fic! This idea was born from my love for bestfriend!Benny and the idiots to lovers trope. I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so I decided to just take a crack at writing it. Feel free to let me know if I missed any warnings. Hope you enjoy!

You had never been someone that others had crushes on, that others liked in that way.

It wasn’t like there hadn’t been any prospects for you in the past, but they were few and far between. You had a couple relationships, but they had all ended with the same sentiment: “I think we’re better as friends”.

You were a good friend, and that seemed to be about it as far as dating was concerned. It just seemed like that was all anyone could see you as.

You tried not to let it get to you, tried to have hope, but at some point, you had simply resigned yourself to just always being the friend. To liking someone knowing there was no way they would ever return your feelings. You had become an expert at pushing down those feelings and pretending not to feel the pain that came along with it.

That was until you met Benny Miller.

You had decided to try out a martial arts gym in town a few years back. Much to your embarrassment, you had knocked straight into someone the second you had walked in the front door.

Large, calloused hands had come to grip your waist to steady you. When you looked up, you were face-to-face with one of the most handsome men you had ever seen, with his stark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. Heat had rushed to your cheeks immediately.

You had both mumbled an apology at the same time. His hands had stayed on your hips for a moment longer before he blinked, seemingly realizing how close you two were. He backed up a little to put some space between you.

“I’ve, uh, never seen you around here before,” he said, an easy smile pulling onto his lips. The thick accent that graced his words did not help tamp down the heat rising on your skin.

“Yeah, I’m new,” you had managed to get out, laughing a little awkwardly. “This is my first day, actually.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “No way! Well, in that case, my name’s Benny. I work here part-time.”

He extended his hand, which you readily took, telling him your name.

Benny had beamed, repeating it. “Here, let me show you around.”

After that, you and Benny had become fast friends, only growing closer and closer as time went on. Hanging out at the gym had turned into having dinner with him and his brother, Will. That then turned into going with him to his friends’ get-togethers, where you were introduced to Frankie and Santi. Suddenly, you were spending most of your free time together.

With that, what had started as a small crush had become much, much larger. You tried desperately to ignore your feelings, but it was nearly impossible not to notice the way your heart rate would pick up when he slung an arm around your shoulders or - in the most Benny of ways - hugged you from behind to rest his chin on the top of your head. When he called you darlin’ in that smooth-as-honey drawl, it nearly made you flatline.

But you knew there was no way he liked you like that. Benny was flirty by nature, sure, but when he was interested in someone, he made it abundantly clear. That much you had found out from the stories Will, Frankie, and Santi would tell. If Benny wanted someone, he would shoot his shot. He wouldn’t wait two years. He definitely wouldn’t call them his best friend like he did you.

That’s what made it hurt the most. So instead, you played the part you knew best so you wouldn’t lose him. He had entangled himself in your life; losing him now would be like cutting out a piece of yourself.

So that was how you lived: hopelessly shoving down the feelings that refused to be ignored for your best friend.

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Benny had fallen for you the moment he saw you.

Your quick wit and easy-going demeanor had drawn him to you like a magnet. Not to mention, you were fucking gorgeous. But it was the second that he saw you throw a punch, muscles taut and a fire behind your eyes, that had done him in.

There had been no stopping it. By the end of your first day at the gym, he was a goner.

God, if only he had known that it would only get worse from there, that he would only fall for you more as he grew closer to you.

Nowadays, he spent most of his time with you. When both of you were off of work, it was a safe bet that you were together. In fact, most people saw the two of you as a package deal. Everyone at the gym would ask him about you if you weren’t there, and vice versa. The guys assumed that he would bring you along to most of their cookouts and nights out. Any time he would show up alone, one of the first questions would be about you.

All the guys loved you. Will - who hadn’t liked a number of Benny’s previous girlfriends - practically adored you. He had long since started treating you as family. Frankie frequently texted you home DIY project ideas that you might want to try. Or a few hundred project ideas that you would never actually do. You would often send him ones that you thought his daughter or wife might like. Santi loved the joking verbal sparring matches that you would always have with him. Never before had Benny seen someone take on Santi like that and totally wipe the floor with him like you did, leaving everyone laughing their asses off, including Santi. So not only did you mean the world to Benny, you meant a hell of a lot to everyone he loved, too.

The thing about the guys loving you was that his relationship with you - or lack thereof - had become their problem, too. All of the guys had asked him why he hadn’t asked you out yet. He was so clearly in love with you. Why wouldn’t he just tell you?

The truth was that you scared the shit out of Benny in a way no one ever had before.

With other women, he hadn’t been scared to get rejected. But with you? The idea of you not feeling the same and losing you was paralyzing.

It was the first time he had ever been scared to tell someone how he felt since he was in high school. The guys thought it was hilarious. Santi specifically, who gave him shit about it at any possible opportunity.

Everyone seemed to see how head-over-heels he was for you. Except you.

How you hadn’t figured out on your own that he was hopelessly in love with you, he had no idea. Well, at least it seemed like you hadn’t. He hoped you hadn’t. Because if you had figured it out, and hadn’t shown him any indication you felt the same, it meant that you probably didn’t feel the same.

Tonight, you had come along to the bar with the guys for the first time in a few weeks. Work had kept you from coming the last couple times, leaving Benny to miss your presence at the near-weekly tradition. He had missed being able to put his arm around the back of your chair, missed the way you leaned into his shoulder most of the night, missed hearing you laugh at the guys’ dumb stories.

It was nice to have you back with them again. You had been telling them a story from work that had Frankie laughing to the point of tears and Will asking a million follow-up questions about the situation. Benny had heard you tell the story to him on the drive over to the bar, but loved hearing you tell it again, loved seeing how animated you got as you told it.

As the night wore on, he noticed a guy on the other side of the bar that kept diverting his attention over to you. It happened on and off for about half an hour.

“Earth to Benny,” you called at one point, waving a hand in front of his face. “What are you staring at?”

Before Benny had the chance to answer, Will, ever observant, murmured, “The guy over there who’s had his eyes on you all night.”

You let out a surprised laugh that pulled Benny’s attention back to you. “Yeah, I highly doubt that.”

“What do you mean?” Benny asked.

An unusually bashful look passed over your features as you shrugged. “I don’t know…people just aren't interested in me like that, you know?”

Santi, who had been in the middle of taking a swig of his beer, snorted so hard he almost spit it out. Once recovered, he proceeded to laugh out, “Oh, honey, that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard. I know for a fact that’s not true.”

His eyes flicked over to meet Benny’s, accompanied by a shit-eating grin. Benny only glared at him.

“Seems like you might be a little oblivious,” Frankie added, fighting back a knowing grin of his own from behind his beer bottle.

You didn’t seem to catch Santi’s blatant hint or Frankie’s double-meaning. You sighed, shaking your head a little. You tried to hide behind a half-hearted smile that Benny could make out from a mile away.

“You don’t actually believe that no one’s interested in you, do you?” Benny asked hesitantly, noting your uncharacteristic drop in confidence.

“Benny,” you huffed, trying to deflect, “it’s fine. Come on, let’s talk about something else.”

It most certainly wasn’t fine. The topic was obviously one you weren’t comfortable with. It tore Benny up. You, always so confident and badass, thought you weren’t good enough for someone to be interested in.

Maybe Frankie was right, maybe you were oblivious. Benny saw it often enough, how eyes would follow you when you walked into the bar. How Nate from the gym would always find a reason to talk to you while giving Benny the cold shoulder. But the most blatant evidence was right in front of you: Benny. How didn’t you see it? He only looked at you like you had personally hung the stars in the sky. He only did everything he could to be near you, to make you laugh, to make you a part of his life.

But, fuck, he had never actually told you.

The conversation moved on, but Benny couldn’t stop thinking about it. He ran the hand he had around your shoulders up and down your arm, as if that would fix the situation. As if that action alone would tell you what he hadn’t been able to.

After a while, you left the table to go grab another drink from the bar. The guy who had been looking at you all night got up from his seat and approached the bar, too. Benny and all the other guys had stopped their conversation to watch the man, making sure that he wasn’t about to try anything stupid. Not that you needed the guys’ help - Benny knew you could take care of yourself, had seen how dangerous you were in a fight, and even sparred with you himself - but they would still interject at the first sign that he was even making you uncomfortable.

But he hadn’t been like that, it seemed. Because after an hour, you were still at the bar talking to him animatedly. You were smiling at him, laughing at his jokes. Benny knew that you had given him one of your patented sassy quips, recognizing the way you would tilt your head as you threw out a joke. The guy dropped his head as he laughed.

The way you were looking at him… it made Benny’s skin crawl. In all his time with you, he had never seen you look at another guy like that…

Benny knew he had no right to the jealousy that ballooned in his chest.

The guys’ ribbing about Benny’s relationship with you was no longer lighthearted. Will and Frankie had both become dead serious. Will kept looking over to where you stood at the bar, arms crossed and eyebrows drawn in concern. Santi had done a complete 180 and was no longer laughing at Benny’s inability to tell you how he felt, but instead was pissed at him for it.

Like Benny wasn’t already pissed at himself.

“Benny, this is what happens when you wait years to tell the girl you love that you’re in love with her!” Santi exclaimed.

“What do you want me to do? March over there and pull her away?”

“Yeah! And then tell her how you feel!”

“Ben,” Will interjected, much more calm than Santi as he brought his attention from you to Benny. “If you don’t do something soon, you’re gonna lose her. Even if it’s not that guy, she’ll find someone else eventually.”

Benny sighed, sitting back in his seat and running a hand down his face. Maybe he was being dramatic, fueled by Will’s warning - you were just talking to some guy at the bar - but he felt like he was already watching as he lost you. His feelings for you were at a tipping point and had been all night. This seemed to be his breaking point.

Still, the only thing that held him back was the possibility that you didn’t feel the same and he would ruin everything you two had.

“It’s been two years,” Benny reasoned. “If she wanted me like that, I think she would’ve shown it by now-“

“For fuck’s sake, Benny! You’re just as oblivious as she is!” Frankie groaned, rolling his eyes.

Will leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. He asked genuinely, “Do you seriously not see the way she looks at you?”

Benny stuttered. How did you look at him?

“Everyone assumes you two are dating because you’re both constantly making heart eyes at each other like two lovesick puppies,” Santi explained, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You think she would let me sit there with my arm around her all night? No.”

“She seems just as crazy about you, man,” Frankie nearly whispered.

“Don’t lose her. Go over there and tell her,” Will urged.

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You hadn’t wanted to talk to the guy - Max - at first. You had just wanted to get your drink and get back to the guys. But Max had actually turned out to be really kind and funny.

He had also been rather direct, telling you that he had seen you from across the bar and thought you were pretty. He wasn’t creepy, though. He was charismatic, yes, but he hadn’t pushed you at all.

You still couldn’t quite believe it.

He was easy to talk to, easily carrying on the conversation and asking things about you. You both had a lot in common. You had only been talking to him for a little bit, but there really was a connection there. It was one of the first times you’d had such a good mutual connection where you knew the other person was actually interested in you.

It didn’t hurt that Max was easy on the eyes. He had black curly hair, a breathtaking smile, and warm brown eyes. Not to mention the fact that he was wearing a black shirt that hugged his biceps just right.

Inevitably, he did ask about your relationship with Benny, not so subtly checking to see that you weren’t in a relationship. You assured him that you weren’t, Benny was just your best friend. You didn’t tell him about the pang of sadness that came with being mistaken for being Benny’s girlfriend, though.

And a part of you did compare him to Benny.

Stop, you scolded yourself. Benny was your best friend. That was all he would probably ever be. There was a seemingly good guy who was interested in you right in front of you.

So when Max asked if you wanted to go on a proper date next Friday, you accepted.

You had just finished exchanging numbers when Benny appeared beside you.

“Oh, hey, Benny,” you said.

“Hey, um,” his eyes flicked over to Max and back to you, a newfound apprehension in his eyes that you had never seen from him before, “can I talk to you?”

Your eyebrows drew together in confusion, but you agreed. You bid Max goodbye, promising to text him about your date soon. The second you were done, Benny took your hand and led you outside the bar.

You were still giddy from your talk with Max and couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as you stepped outside into the fresh evening air. “I’m going to dinner with him next week!”

Benny led you to the corner of the building before he stopped and turned around. He ran a hand through his hair as he took a shaky breath. It hit you then that he was nervous.

“Benny? What’s wrong?”

He gave a rueful half-smile. “I fucked up, that’s what’s wrong.” You gave him a questioning look before he continued. “I didn’t tell you what I should have a long time ago.”

“What?”

“Promise me things won’t change between us if you don’t feel the same about what I have to say,” he pleaded.

You nodded, not sure where he was going. “Yeah, I promise. What is it?”

Benny took a deep breath before he stepped closer to you. This wasn’t unusual of Benny - personal space was practically nonexistent between the two of you at this point - but that didn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks. It was the intensity of his gaze, however, that made the moment feel different somehow. The way his eyes searched yours sent chills racing down your spine.

“I want to give you a second option,” he began, his voice dropping an octave lower than usual. “You can go have dinner with that guy… or you can have dinner with me.”

“Benny, we have dinner together all the time. We literally just had dinner.”

He shook his head. “No. I mean the kind of dinner where I show up on your doorstep with flowers. The kind where I take you to a nice restaurant and not some hole-in-the-wall bar.” Benny’s gaze flicked down to your lips, his tongue coming to wet his own. “The kind where I don’t have to hide that all I can think about is kissing you.”

You sucked in a breath. Your heart raced as your brain tried to process what he was saying.

“I should have fucking told you years ago,” Benny continued, his words becoming rushed. “All that in there about people not being interested in you? Santi was right; it is bullshit. Because I’ve been crazy about you since the moment we met. I just haven’t had the courage to tell you - to risk losing you. If you don’t feel the same, that’s fine, go on the date with that guy. I just don’t want to lose you.”

Your brain had broken. You almost couldn’t believe what he was saying. If he didn’t sound as desperate as he did, you would’ve wondered if he was playing some sort of sick prank on you. But Benny was as serious as you had ever seen him, his eyes wide like he was afraid you would walk away from him forever.

All this time…he had wanted you, too? It hadn’t just been you pining for him? Suddenly, every interaction you had had with him was shed in a new light. Every one of his touches held so much more weight than just some thoughtless, meaningless brush of his skin against yours. Every one of his smiles for you meant so much more. Yeah, he was your best friend, but he wanted more just like you did. How hadn’t you seen it?

You blinked for a moment. Did he really think you had a decision to make?

Taking the little newfound courage you had, you leaned up onto your toes, threaded a hand through the hair on the back of his head, and brought your lips to his. Benny wasted no time kissing you back.

It felt right. His soft lips against yours, nearly lighting you aflame.

What had started as a chaste, testing kiss quickly became heated as you deepened it. You moved your mouth against his, trying to show him all the things you had never been able to tell him. Benny’s hands found your hips before he pulled you flush to him. His tongue licked at the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You obliged, meeting his tongue with your own, tasting the beer he had drank earlier in the night and something that seemed to be purely Benny.

Your imagination hadn’t done justice to what kissing Benny would be like. It was all heat and passion and unspoken desire. He guided you backward until your back hit the wall of the building, one hand coming to grasp at your lower back, the other finding its way into your hair, all while his mouth worked against yours. Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling a groan from the back of his throat.

Benny broke for air first, resting his forehead against yours. He moved the hand that was in your hair to cup your cheek. “Fuck, baby…”

A thrill ran down your spine at baby.

“I’ll take the second option,” you answered breathlessly. “I want to go with you. It was always you, Benny.”

Like Max even stood a chance. Especially after that.

He leaned forward to capture your lips in another bruising kiss. “I’m yours, darlin’,” he breathed against your lips when he broke again. “Have been for a while.”

You smiled. “And I’m yours.”

“We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

“Mmm, and something tells me we’ll make up for it plenty.”

He gave you a mischievous smirk, his eyes sweeping up and down over you with a mirth that made you feel like you were on fire. “Oh, honey, you don’t even know.”

You had never been so eager to cancel a date in your life.

#benny miller #benny miller x reader #triple frontier #benjamin miller #benny miller x you #triple frontier fanfiction #will miller #william miller #william ironhead miller #frankie morales #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #santi garcia #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #I literally just woke up and wrote this one day out of nowhere #my writing

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romanarose · 10 months

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I Won't Be Afraid Anymore

Francisco Morales x Benjamin Miller

3k words

Technically a sequel to Boys of Summer, which in my opinion is the best one shot I have ever written for any fandom, but that's just me, but you don't have to have read Boys of Summer for this. It's def better with all that background and I do think it's a great story, but this functions as a one shot.

Summary: After finally confessing their feelings in the Andes, Benny and Frankie swear to each other that if they make it out alive, they will finally do something about what they've felt for each other since they met all those years ago. Problem is, no one around them knows they are gay... but they refuse to live in fear.

Warnings: Coming out, coming to terms with being gay, mentions of violence, mentions of hate crime (a punch), T*m warning, UHHHHH I think thats actually it.

Song titled by this incredible song by folk singer, Willi Carlisle who i adore and wanna marry.

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I’m gonna dance the way my grandma wanted I’ll twist and shout and get down on it Twist and shout and get down on it Show these punks how much they want it Dance like someone’s proud of me

Three Months Ago

Guiding Benny to turn over so his back was to Frankie’s chest, pulled flush against him, Frankie wrapped his arms around Benny in a protective grasp, holding him close, basking in the shared warmth on the cold mountain.

“What about the others?” Benny asked him.

“Let them see. I don’t care any more, don’t wanna hide. I love you.” Frankie promised, his racing thoughts finally as ease, allowing him to get some much needed sleep.

“Frank, promise me…” Benny’s voice trailed off as sleep pulled at him as well, safe and warm in Frankie’s strong arms.

“Anything, Carino.”

“If we live, we’ll finally figure this out, we’ll finally do something about this.”

“Think we can? After everything we’ve done, I got the baby, and who knows what’s going to happen tomorrow, and-”

“Yeah,” Benny wrapped his arms around Frankie’s, scooting back to feel every bit of him he could. “We can figure it out, all of it. Things are different now, way different from when we were kids… we can get married, raise your daughter, have a normal, happy life, together.”

“Yeah. You and me, together. Happily every after.”

“Happily ever after.”

And then i’ll get up early and haul ass I’ll get there before the bosses ask Get up early and haul ass Hope they don’t check on my checkered past I’ll haul ass to hеaven when it’s over

Three Months Later

Benny was numb to it at this point; Will and their dad screaming in the living room while he stared at the floor in front of them, sat on the couch with a swelling face.

Will had acted fast but their dad was faster, punching Benny square on the jaw before the former MMA fighter got any more out after ‘I’m gay’, so distracted by his own fear he forgot every word Will ever trained him with. He hadn’t hit Ben in decades, the violent abuse weaning off after Will hit his growth spurt and hit the gym before going into high school football, so neither brother saw the attack coming. Will had always protected Ben to the best of his ability, and today was no different. Despite his height, Benjamin Joseph Miller turned back into baby Benny at the sight of his dads rage, and the years of fighting were useless; he simply tried to cover his face from a second blow.

That second blow never came, Will yanking their dad away from his baby brother. Ben didn’t remember much after that. There was a ringing in his ears as Will and their dad went back and forth. Classic Will, thinking he can reason the old man’s hatred of what Benny was out of him.

It felt like hours, and neither noticed when Benny stood up and walked out the door of the farm, walking past that porch where him and Frankie shared their first intimate touches. It was as simple as Frankie icing a black eye Benny got that night from a fight, but Benny was a goner ever since.

And thеre i’ll stand in line and i’ll be counted I’ll be sorted among the ones that doubted As for the saved, i wish you well I’m alright with going to hell Seems like the city on the hill is gettin’ crowded

Three months ago

“I’ll see you in a bit, alright?”

Benny had been playing those 7 words from Will and Frankie’s departure in his head the last hour and a half since saying goodbye.

Will. What did that mean? Obviously, that he’s see him in a bit, that they’d both be back at their hotel after Will said his goodbye to Pope… but it had been nearly 2 hours. Was Will mad? Everyone saw. Everyone saw how he slept with Frankie’s arm wrapped around him, their bodies pressed together… Santi hadn’t said a word about it when he woke them, and Redfly barely spoke to him or Frankie… Will was quieter than normal. They had never spoken on how they felt about gay marriage and the like, the only person whose opinions he knew definitely were were Frankie and Tom, the later of whom had punched Frankie for kissing Ben nearly a decade ago.

Frankie. On the mountain, they promised each other they’d figure whatever this was between them out if they made it back alive. They did, Tom didn’t. When Frankie said goodbye to him, it was with a few short words and a tap… awkward and stiff. It made sense, really, it wasn’t much of a goodbye between them. They lived in the same area, Frankie came to most of Ben’s fights, they hung out. Pope was leaving, leaving.

Frankie hadn’t texted and Will hadn’t gotten back to the hotel, leaving Ben to lay on his side watching some Telenovela he only kinda understood and try not to throw up from anxiety. He didn’t turn over when Will finally entered the room behind him.

“Hey, man” His older brother said, obviously trying his best to casual.

“Hey.” That was all Benny could manage. Would Will no longer speak to him? Would he lose the only family that ever really cared about him? Did Will think he was gross or weird or-

“Can we talk about it?” Will interrupted his thoughts

Ben played coy. “About what?”

He heard a loud sigh, and could picture Will’s body language as the sound of him rubbing his face was quiet but evident. “About you and Cat-”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“Can you look at me?”

“I’m going to bed” Fully clothed, Ben pulled on a blanket.

“Benny, please? We were finally talking, finally telling each other shit and I find out you’ve been hiding this big-”

“I’M NOT HIDING ANYTHING!” Ben shouted, pulling down the covers but still turned away from Will. “Nothing happened, it was just cold and-”

“BULLSHIT!”

There was a long silence before Benny heard the bathroom door slam and the water start. This was it, he lost his favorite person, the man who had supported him from the day he was born, protected him, loved him, hell, their mom even confessed one night Will used to change his pull-ups and feed him at 6 years old when Ben was 3 and their mom was passed out drunk… Will was his lifeblood, and now it was-

The door opened, and Benny pretended he was asleep as Will sat on Benny’s sid of the bed. It was quiet for a while and when dared to peak over, Will was propped up with his forearms on his legs and staring out the window.

“I love you, let’s get that out of the way. Nothin’s gonna change that.”

“I know.” He wasn’t sure if he did, honestly. Not because he didn’t trust his brother, but because of how many stories he’d heard in the Miami gay scene of family memeber being impossibly close, only for them to get disowned, even by those they trusted. But if Will knew Benny doubted him, it’d haunt him.

‘And I support you. I don’t hate you, nothin like that. I’m sorry this had to be a whole thing.“ Will gave a dry chuckle. “Back in high school, I wondered for a minute… just cause back then if you didn’t date, people just assumed, you know? So I wondered… and I promised myself if you came out, I was gonna be super cool about it. But we didn’t talk like that then, did we? I don’t want this to mess with us. Because I fucking love you, Benny. I love you. And I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me you’re gay, and I’m sorry you didn’t feel you could tell me about Frankie, but I’m here for you. Always have been. I just havn’t always been the best at showing it.”

Finally, Benny sat up, facing his brother. “You have, you’ve always supported me I just… I don’t know why I didn’t tell you about being gay but… Frankie… that’s new.”

Will didn’t seem convinced. “I don’t think that’s true.”

With a sigh, Ben explained. “Well, today was new, anyway. Things had been…. Building, but… I don’t know.”

“You don’t gotta tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable, or you don’t feel it’s my business”

“Last night was the first time we admitted anything out loud… but… do you remember in 2009 when Frankie about broke his jaw?”

“Yeah?”

“Redfly saw us kiss. Decked Frankie for it…”

“Ben…”

Benny quickly spilled out what he was trying to say. “I was scared, after that… scared that you’d reject me and I just… I couldn’t lose you, Will” His voice broke, but his talking was soon cut off by a firm, strong, comforting hug.

“Ain’t ever gonna leave you alone, Benjamin. Alright?”

I will clear the beer cans from the coffee table I will clean the ashtray on the coffee table I will do a third thing i’m sure i’m able I will say one nice thing before noon Before one before two…

Three months later

“Hey man, can you come get me?”

“Yeah, where are you?”

“Country road”

“Drop a pin, getting in my car now.”

Santi had come back last month, staying with Frankie for the time being, and although Benny asked Will not to say anything to Santi about Frankie and Benny was certain Will kept his word, Benny assumed Will asked him to come to town for a while. Ben had decided to come out to their dad; rip the bandaid off.

It wasn’t long before Santi’s shitty ass pickup was pulled up beside him, Santi leaning over to open up the door, “Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

The Mean Girls reference was enough to make Ben smile just a bit, but not enough for him to keep the smile as Santi drove on.

“You gonna tell me why you’re walking in the middle of butt fuck no where in this heat?”

Ben groaned. “Do I have to?”

“No, but I’m gonna take a guess that coming out to your dad didn’t go well.”

Whipping his head to the left, Benny groaned. “I told Will not to tell you!”

“Tranquila, Huracán. Will didn’t say shit. You forget I’ve known Frankie longer than you. You don’t think he told me what happened between you? I figured you were telling your dad. You’re not out to the farm for a whole lot else.”

Slumping down in the seat wasn’t enough to hide. “God dammit. He told you? How long ago?”

“After Columbia, Ben, but I’ve known a long time. I’m not dumb. Neither is Will, but he can be oblivious. You two have been making goo goo eyes at each other since we first visited the farm.”

“You didn’t say anything all this time?”

Santi shrugged. “Wasn’t my business. Figured you two would sort it out eventually.”

Santi didn’t bug him about details, and didn't want a heart to heart, he just drove Ben to the Miller brothers house.

“You should call Frankie, you know.” Said spoke with his arm around Ben’s seat, backing into the driveway.

Benny only shook his head. “He’s got enough going on.”

Frankie and Jess, his ex, were trying to do arbitration instead of taking custody to court. They weren’t married, and Jessica packed up to her sisters without hassle, leaving the only issue being their daughter, Elena. Both were trying their best, but It was still a lot, and clearly the baby picked up on the stress and missed her parents, which only hurt Frankie more. Benny thought he was a good dad, in the times he’d bring her over to see Ben and Will.

“He’d want you to talk to him, you know that.”

“I know. But I can handle it.”

Santi sighed. “You keep things inside a lot, Ben. You spend all your time trying to make others laugh, but you don’t allow anything for yourself. You think we haven't all noticed how you’ve been since we’ve gotten back? We’ve all seen it, we’re worried and-”

“You talk about me behind my back?” Ben’s voice was incredulous.

“Of course we do! Just like you and I talk about Will or Frankie, and Frankie and I talk about you and Will-”

“You talk about me to Frankie?”

The older man sighed again. “Yes, Ben. I know this is an adjustment but your boyfriend had been my friend for-”

“He’s not my boyfriend-”

“You see each other every damn day, what else would you call it?”

Benny opened the door, frustrated, embarrassed and flustered. Him and Frankie hadn’t made anything… official. They’d occasionally hang out at each others places but it was innocent in case Will or Santi walked in, and their time alone usually involved hanging out like they did as friends, only sometimes sneaking away to secluded areas to do such salacious things as holding hands and closed mouth kisses. Neither were ready to take the next step it seemed.

He muttered a small ‘thanks for the ride’ and quickly walked up the porch.

Benny had a tad more experience with sex when he’d take weekend trips to Miami, but relationships… none. Frankie had dated- god had he dated- but not with men… it was new to both of them, and of course, neither of them were ‘out’. The ordeal of having to come out seemed mortifying to them, isn’t that something you do in college? Not in your 30’s. Benny decided to take the leap and tell his dad first, someone who he was barely in contact with and whose opinion didn’t matter much but he figured it was still necessary… he had fought against the idea of Will coming, but as he felt his bruising face while he unlocked his door, leaving Santi in the truck, he was glad his big brother was there to protect him again.

And i will love whoever i well please I will kiss my friends upon the cheek Kiss my friends upon the cheek Repeat till i believe I don’t have to be ashamed of what i love

Benny laid down on the carpeted floor of the living room, exhausted and beat. It had been… a long 3 months since getting back in the states. Tom’s death left a black cloud over him, even if the man was a prick who punched the man he loved… he was still his leader, his brother in arms, his friend… it was a hard bond to break. The funeral broke Ben, seeing his family, his wife that refused to talk to him or the guys, refused the folded flag Will offered… Benny didn’t want to admit how badly the loss affected him, but it did. That, and everything with Frankie.. It was a lot. But it was nice to have Will to lean on, as always. Ben let him on on the truth, the weekends to Miami, the full story of him and Frankie falling in love… everything, everything that Will had been there for but only witnessed in the peripheral, so unaware that his baby brother fell in love with one of his best friends the day he brought the man home on leave that fateful forth of july.

It was a long time before he saw Will called, texted, and called again but Benny ignored him, he didn’t want to talk. It wasn’t until the door opened that Benny broke his starting contest with the ceiling fan.

“I’m fine-” He began to explain his position on his brother to who he presumed was the other Miller, but was surprised to see Frankie standing above him, holding flowers and looking nervous.

“You don’t seem fine, Ben.”

Benny flopped back down on the ground again. “Fine, you got me. Santi call you?”

“Yeah, and Will, asking where you were. I asked him to give us a minute.”

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “Guess it’s all out in the open now.”

“Does that scare you?”

“Out of my mind, yeah.”

Merely humming, Frankie held up the flowers. “These are for you.”

Finally, Ben smiled, sitting up on his elbows. “Thank you.”

Making himself at home, Frankie instructed Ben to stay there. He put the flowers in a 20oz beer glass, the closest thing the Millers had to a vase, and took the frozen peas out of the freezer. Soon, Ben was being coaxed to lay in Frankies lap as he placed the pea’s, wrapped in a towel, over his jaw.

“Guess we’re even now.” Frankie mused. “We’ve both taken punches in the face for each other.”

With a huffed laughed, Benny looked up at his lover. “Thank you for taking care of me, Fish.”

“Always will, Benjamin.” Frankie cop’s, taking a moment to crush a stray lock out of Benny’s handsome face before asking. “You gonna tell me why you didn’t tell me you were coming out to your dad?”

Ben groaned at that. “I didn’t want to ‘come out’ Frank! I don’t want it to be a thing! I get why a lot of people do and that's fine I just… I just wanna be me, you know? I had my big emotional moment with Will. I don’t want to have to make it a whole…” Ben waved his hands around for comedic effect. “A whole hoopla!” he said with a lil voice, imitating the SpongeBob episode.

Despite Benny’s obvious attempts at hiding his pain in comedy, Frankie laughed. He was funny, that’s one reason he loved Ben, but he it was his job to get past that. “I understand, but I still wish you had told me you were talking to your dad. It’s a pretty big moment in your life, and I’d like to be there to support my…” But even Frankie had to pause at that.

“Your what, Frank?” Ben’s eyes were large and pleading, hoping for an answer from him. “What are we? What am I to you?”

Before his next words, Frankie took the deep breath required. “My boyfriend, if you’ll have me…”

Frankie watched as Benny’s face split into a wide, jovial grin. “Yes! Fuck yes!” He whooped.

Bending over, Frankie blessed Benny with an upside kiss, Benny’s head still propped up in his lap. Laying his new boyfriend down on the carpet, Frankie joined him, taking Benny’s hand and nuzzling up his head onto Ben’s chest. Benny kissed the top of Frankie’s head, giving his large hand a squeeze.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Frankie, I just…”

“You didn’t want to burden me. I know.”

“Santi, you bastard”

Frankie laughed along with him. “Yeah, he is. But I love him.”

“Yeah. I do to.”

They laid there together for a moment, content to simply exist together. It was Frankie who broke the silence.

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

Turning his head, Frankie kissed his chest before continuing. “We don’t have to come out yet. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for. We can wait. Will and Pope know, they are the ones who matter the most, and they love us, support us… we can just keep it like this.”

Benny thought about this for a while before a proposition. “Can we maybe just… not come out?”

“You mean like… never? Just stay in the closet? I can’t do that Ben, I can’t keep a secret like that, my daughter-”

“No, no.” Benny was quick to reassure, using the hand that was wasn’t holding Frankie’s to cradle the man’s head closer to him. “I mean, maybe we just… date. Like, hold hands, kiss, starting posting annoying couples Instagram photos at a pumpkin patch, matching shirts that say ‘I’m with stupid’ that point to each other-”

“Do couples wear shirts calling each other stupid?”

“-get a dog and call it our fur baby-”

“-I have an actual baby-”

“-get really obnoxious christmas pajamas-”

“Okay I think I’m picking up what you’re laying down.” Frankie cut him off with a chuckle.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We just date. No big show, if we can help it.”

Ben nodded. “Yeah. Just us. I mean, there may be a few questions considering we’ve been friends for 15 years but that’s to be expected, even with normal couples.”

“Straight couples, Ben.” Frankie chastised. “We are normal.”

“Nothing about us has ever been done normal, Frankie”

Frankie sighed. “Yeah. Lot of wasted time. But we’re here now.”

“Yeah.” Ben sighed contently. “We’re here now. And we don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

They laid there until the door opened, Will and Santi tentatively walking inside, asking if they could come in.

Santi was first, laying down beside Ben and placing his head next to Frankie’s.

Will sat down next to Frankie, taking his friend’s free hand and laying so that his head was touching Benny’s, their blonde hair intertwining, but not before taking a concerned peak at his brother's bruising jaw. “I love you guys. Both of you.”

“Me too.” Santi agreed. “I’m glad we can all be honest about this. ”

“We love you guys too.” Ben spoke for them both. “We decided we’re not coming out. We’re just gonna be out. Anyone that’s got a problem … Well, that's their problem.”

Frankie affirmed his boyfriend's words. “Not ours, not anymore."

“I won’t be afraid anymore, no I won’t be afraid anymore

Lord knows I’ve done some dumb shit and I plan to do some more

But I won’t be afraid anymore” I Won't Be Afraid, Willi Carlisle.

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WHEEEEEEWW I love my babies so much

technically I'm posting this an hour before june ends so its still pride month like i promised right?

LISTEN T WILLI CARLISLE OKAY HES SO FUCKING GOOD your hearts a tent, cheap cocain and tulsas last magician are my favs besides this song.

Remember babes, you don't have to be ashamed of who you love, sighed, me, a bisexual who is v religous.

tagging those who were really hype about Boys of Summer, but no presure to read at all!!!!

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @howaboutcastiel @maplemind @velocibeewords @gogh-with-the-flow @i-own-loki @writingforcurrentobsessions2 @milkymoon2483 @frenchiereading

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albertasunrise · 1 year

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Stuck in the Middle of it - Part 6

Masterlist

Summary: Years after breaking up, you bump into Benny Miller again one evening at a bar. He was one man you could confidently say you had loved once but you’d both agreed you were better off as friends. When he introduces you to Frankie Morales, you instantly feel connected to the man but unbeknownst to you… You’ll get thrown into a love triangle. The two men crazy about you. Only thing is… you have no idea who to choose.

Relationships: Reader x Ben Miller, Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any warnings. This will be an 18+ fic (I had written this chapter and the last one as one large one but decided to split it so this one is a little shorter. There are some subjects in this chapter that are something that are close to me rn. As always, enjoy! ♥️)

Series Masterlist, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You sobbed on your bed as you stared at the two positive pregnancy tests in your hands. The lines were faint... But they were there, nonetheless. You weren't sure what you were going to do. A little over a week ago, you and Ben had broken things off because he wasn’t ready for this…

Wasn’t sure he ever wanted this.

A knock at your door pulled your attention away from the two inanimate objects that you clutched so tightly. Laying one of them down on your beige bedsheets and pocketing the other, you stepped through your spacious apartment to your front door, opening to reveal Liz standing there on the other side.

She pulled you into her arms and you stood there for a while, just holding each other as you fought back the tears that threatened to spill.

"It's going to be okay." She promised and you nodded, finally allowing yourself to cry again.

She'd then lead you to your lounge and helped you sit before perching the opposite and waiting for you to calm down enough to tell her what was wrong.

"What happened?" She asked and you just sobbed harder, choosing to pull out the test from your pocket and hand it to her.

A hand raised to cover her mouth as she looked at the result and then at you "Are you sure?"

"There's another positive one on the bed." You replied simply and she nodded before handing this one back to you.

"What are you going to do?" She asked and you simply shook your head.

"I don't know." You choked "The whole reason Ben and I broke shit off was because we weren't on the same page about this shit. Not even a month after we've broken up, I'm knocked up with his kid."

"Are you going to keep it?" She asked and you shrugged "You need to talk to Ben." She stated "He deserves to be included in this decision. It's as much his as it is yours."

"I know I just... I don't know what I'm gonna do if he tells me to get rid of it." You sobbed "I don't think my heart could handle it."

"All the same..." She paused, taking your hand in hers and giving it a squeeze "He needs to know."

"Yeah... I know."

Liz was pulled back to the present as Ben stepped into the room. Looking tired and run down after all the events of the evening. He had decided to take a walk when after three hours they had not received any news on you and the baby... Or Frankie.

It had taken four minutes for them to get him breathing. Another minute and they'd probably have called it. He was whisked away then and Ben and Will had been taken back to the waiting room where half an hour later, they were joined by Liz.

"Any news?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No news has to be good thought right?" Will piped up "If anything had happened to any of them, surely we would know by now?"

"I hope you're right." Liz replied as she watched Ben collapse back onto his seat.

Now Liz had pleaded for you to take Frankie back when you'd told her about what Ben had done. She had known all along that Fish was in love with you but she knew it hadn't been her place to tell you that.

In hindsight, she wishes she had.

Yet as she studied the younger Miller, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. His girlfriend and his best friend were both fighting for their lives right now and he had no power to do anything but wait and pray. For all her issues with the man, she didn't wish any of this on him.

2 weeks later...

Ben sat there, numbly looking at the two tests on the table. He hadn't spoken in what felt like an age and your stomach was twisting as you waited for him to say something. Anything.

"I know this is a lot to take in but-"

"Okay." He interrupted as his eyes travelled up to look at you.

"Okay?" You questioned, brows pulled together in obvious confusion.

"I mean... Yeah, this isn't ideal. We broke up because I didn't wanna have kids but if one is coming then okay." He stated simply "We'll do this."

"Are you sure?" You asked and he nodded "I don't want you to resent me for this further down the line."

"I could never resent you Moonshine." He replied "We'll work this out."

"Yeah?" You asked, a small smile spreading across your lips as he nodded.

"Yeah."

...

The two of you had sat and talked for a while after that. Agreeing to just focus on the baby and perhaps revisiting your relationship when things had settled. You had broken up for a reason, jumping back into a relationship wasn't going to change that.

Ben's phone ringing caused the man to leap from his skin. He cursed whoever it was that had decided to call him at such a late hour before glancing at his screen to see that it was you.

"Moonshine?" He answered as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand "Everything okay?"

"No..." You sobbed from the other end "Ben I-"

"I'll be right there."

He pulled on a shirt and some sweats before swiping his keys up and heading over to yours. He was thankful that he'd yet to give you your key back and he let himself in, he swept the house and quickly found you. You were curled up on the bathroom floor, your beige sweats stained with blood. He didn't say anything, he just pulled you into his arms and called 911. You both knew what was happening.

It didn't need to be spoken.

So he held you until the paramedics arrived and then held your hand through every test.

Chemical Pregnancy they'd called it. A pregnancy in which the baby was doomed before they'd even had a chance.

Normal they'd said it was common 3 out of 4 miscarriages were down to this but that didn't make it any easier to hear. One minute you were pregnant, the next they were just... gone.

Ben drove you home the following morning. From the amount of blood you had lost, the doctors had decided to monitor you just to be safe and Ben had stayed with you the whole time. You were grateful to him. But you also resented him because you knew that deep down. He must have felt relieved. He hadn't wanted a baby in the first place.

When he'd gotten you home, he'd brought you up to your apartment and started to fuss and that's when you'd had enough.

"You don't need to do this Ben." You snapped "You're off the hook."

"What?" He asked and you just shook your head.

"You got off scot-free. You can leave now. No misguided obligations to help me now."

"Moonshine I-"

"Please." You sobbed, eyes pleading "Just leave me alone."

And he did. You wouldn't see or speak to Ben for years to come.

You could have sworn you felt Frankie's hand twitch but after a week of watching him, you were sure you were starting to imagine things. You had come to the following day, Ben at your side but as your mind had cleared, you had found he hadn't been the person you'd hoped to see. He had told you that you'd suffered a Placental Abruption. That it had been touch and go for you both for a moment but after four hours of surgery, you were both going to be okay.

"Where's Frankie?" You'd asked and his expression had dropped.

"When I told him what was happening it triggered a severe asthma attack. One of the long-term side effects of his Pneumonia." He stated, pausing a moment so he could pull himself together "He stopped breathing. Took them almost five minutes to get him back but he's fallen into a coma." That had elicited a gasp from you "They're giving him oxygen treatment and they're hopeful that he'll wake up but it's impossible to tell what permanent damage there will be till he wakes up."

"If he wakes up." You had sobbed and he'd nodded grimly.

You'd begged and begged each nurse and doctor until they'd finally taken you to see him. Then after 3 days in the NICU, they'd allowed your newborn daughter to come with you. You sat there and told him about her. Describing how she had his brown hair and his frown. Ben watched from the sidelines as you spend almost every waking moment you could the father of your child.

"Any change?" He asked as he stepped in with two to-go cups of coffee in hand.

"No." You sighed as you looked and him and smiled a moment as you gratefully accepted the drink "Doctors just want us to keep talking to him. He's getting stronger so I'm hoping it's just a matter of days now."

"Let's hope so." He said as he leaned down to place a kiss on your brow "How's the little lady?" He then asked, locking eyes with the infant as she suckled on your breast.

"Hungry." You chuckled as you took a sip of your coffee and hummed "My favourite."

"Of course," Ben said softly with a smile before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

Since having yours and Frankie's baby, everything between you and Ben suddenly felt wrong. You didn't get the thrill you used to when he'd kiss you or hold your hand. Truth be told, you didn't want him to touch you.

You supposed it was down to the hormones. They were a mess at the moment and so for now, you'd decided to not make any rash decisions. You were just going to focus on Frankie and your new baby. Decisions on your and Ben's fate would come later.

"You ever wonder what our kid would have been like?" He asked and you were startled at his sudden question. He was sat watching your little girl as she fed, a sense of wonder in his eyes and your heart broke a little.

"All the time." You confessed, "I'd pictured a boisterous little boy with your blue eyes and sandy blonde hair."

"I'd hoped it would be a girl." Benny confessed and this made you pause "As soon as I'd gotten over the initial shock... for those two weeks I was... Well, I was so excited."

"Ben-"

"Then you lost it and the asshole in me was relieved." He finished, his expression changing to one of guilt "I wasn't ready for any of that back then." He admitted, his eyes then drifting up to lock with yours "But now... I dunno, I can see us having one, one day."

Hearing Benny say this should have made you happy. It's all you'd ever wanted all those years ago and yet your eyes then dropped down to look at your baby who'd fallen asleep with your nipple still in her mouth, you found you weren't happy at all. You then looked at Frankie who was laying deathly still, just like he had been for the past week. Taking him in, you realised that you didn't want that future with Ben.

You wanted it with him.

...

"Morning Papi." You gushed as you pushed your little girl into the hospital room that Frankie had now been occupying for a week and a half "Someone has been a fussy little lady. Think she needed to see her Papi." You finished as you scooped her up into your arms and carried her over to him.

Perching on the edge of the bed, you gently laid your daughter on his lap before grabbing one of his hands to place it on her bum, smiling as she started to wiggle.

"Mmmm." A soft hum slipped past Frank's lips and your eyes snapped up.

"Frankie?" You called and this time you were sure you saw him frown.

Without hesitation, you picked your daughter up and placed her in her pram before you returned your attention to the man in the bed.

"Frankie, can you hear me?"

"Mmmm." He hummed again, this time with a weak nod and you sobbed with joy as you grabbed his hand.

"I'm right here Frankie." You said as you cupped his cheat "Just listen to my voice."

A few more grumbles and moans slipped out as his movements got a little stronger. You perched on his bed and watched him as he started to surface, giving him soft words of encouragement as he slowly but surely grew more aware of his surroundings. When his eyes cracked open, you buzzed for a doctor and then you were asked to step aside as they worked.

It was a good twenty minutes later before you were allowed to return to your spot at his side and you clung to his hand, giving him something to anchor him as he made that final push and just when you thought he was going to give up.

He opened his eyes.

"Hey, you." You sobbed as your stroked his hair affectionately "Welcome back."

He gave you a weak smile before he coughed weakly and you were quick to grab the bottle and straw that sat on his side table. He took a few tentative sips before nodding his thanks and then you returned to watching and waiting for him to surface just that little bit more. Then finally...

"Hey." He whispered, giving you a small smile and that was it.

Clutching his cheeks you kissed him. Pouring all the emotions you'd had bottled up inside of you for the last 11 days.

"Would you like to meet your daughter?" You muttered against his lips and he nodded, his smile growing just a little brighter.

You then picked up the little girl from her bassinet and carried her over to her father whose arms were ready to receive her. You helped him get a good hold of her before you returned to your perch on the edge of his bed.

"I haven't named her yet." You pipped up after a little while "Wanted to wait for you to wake up."

"Yeah?" Frankie asked and you nodded, smiling brightly at him.

"Do you have any you like?" You asked and he nodded.

"There was one." Saw it whilst doing some internet shopping for her." He confessed his voice a little stronger.

"What was it?" You asked, smiling at how shy he'd become.

"Autumn."

You sat there frozen for a moment and he felt himself grow more and more nervous the longer you didn't say anything.

"If you don't like it we-"

He was cut off by your lips pressing against his and all the doubts he'd had melted away.

"It's perfect." You said, pulling away and resting your brow against his.

A knock at the door had you both jumping back and you looked up to see Ben standing there. Coffee's in hand just like every day. You were up and at his side in a heartbeat, smiling brightly as your grab your coffee.

"Ben, he's awake." You said, your eyes then drifting to Frankie who was cooing over his new baby daughter.

"I can see that." He replied, his tone making you look at him with a frown "Not all I saw." He finished and your stomach sank.

"Ben I can explain."

"No need." He snapped, eyes drifting to his friend and the baby he'd help create with you "I get it."

You didn't get a chance to say anything else before Ben had disappeared down the corridor and out the swinging doors. Kissing Frankie had just felt so natural at the time yet it didn't make it right.

You had some decisions to make.

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Interrogation 3

Downhill

Summary: Frankie Morales x Reader (mention of the other TF boys)

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. The aftermath of what happened leads you to a very dark place

Warnings for this specific chapter: PTSD, hyper sexualisation, drug use leading to dub-con (kinda) alcool, swearing. A little smut, I guess 😅

{Masterlist} {Chapter 4}

“Can’t wait to see you guys!”

Santi hung up and looked at Frankie who was sitting at the kitchen table.

« The Millers, they are coming back soon! » he said smiling at the good news.

Frankie simply replied « good! » and took another bite of his peanut butter toast.

You went down the stairs , straight to the pantry to grab the box of captain crunch.

« Hey, good morning! Will and Ben are coming home in a few days. » Pope said waiting for a positive reaction.

You turned around to look at him, purposely avoiding to look at Frankie and replied « good »

Santiago took a deep breath, he wasn’t a man of patience, he wasn’t the most understanding guy, he didn’t have a well develop empathy. He tried to have compassion for what happened to the two of you, dammit , he did have some, but he was fucking done with this ambience.

“Fuck, you two are insufferable! It’s unbearable to breath the same air as you! Do something about it , fuck, talk to each other , talk to a shrink , go outside, I don’t fucking care , but do something. I can’t tolerate this dreading atmosphere anymore” he grabbed his jacket and stormed outside to take a walk away from the house.

Frankie was looking at you , you couldn’t see him cause he was behind you, but you could feel his gaze linger on you.

“I’m sor.” He started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Santi is right … and I’m doing something about it. I’m going out tonight. I’m gonna… I’m gonna go to the movies , alone , I need time to think.”

You left your bowl of cereal on the counter and went back to your room. You stayed there for the most part of the day, reading.

————///————

It was finally night and you were ready to make your plan come to life. You spotted the perfect place to find a man, you bought a new flirty dress in a local boutique and you came up with a lie so the boys would not worry about you.

“Bye guys , see you after the movies” you left without letting them ask any questions.

Santi looked at Frankie with question marks in his eyes. “What?”

“She told me she was going to the movies , alone. She needs to think.” Frankie shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to add when Santi wasn’t satisfied with his answer. That’s all he knew about your plans . At least you had plans , maybe it meant you felt better.

————///————

The moment you entered the bar, you felt a couple of guys looking at you. This was going to be easy, the outfit and the makeup were doing their job. First you needed a drink. You stopped by the bar and ordered a few shots and drank them quickly. The guy next to you watched you gulped down the content of the three glasses with wide eyes.

“Damn girl, someone you need to forget?”

“Yeah… something like that” you replied winking at him.

He was handsome, maybe a little bit older than you. He didn’t look dangerous, you could probably neutralize him easily, that was an important criteria. You smiled at him and asked

“Wanna drink one more with me?”

He did and just like that you had him all wrapped around your finger. ~that was easy~

“Hey pretty girl . You want to dance with me?”

“Yes , come on! ” you grabbed his hand and guided him to the dance floor.

“Oh , I meant to ask , what’s your name sweetheart ?” he asked.

“That’s not important” you replied

“Oh come on babygirl , my name is Dave , what’s yours?” ~Oh fuck no~ you thought.

“Ooohh, I’m sorry, I changed my mind.” You turned around and started walking away from the guy.

“Hey come on! What’s your problem?”He asked following you.

“Nothing , it’s me, not you” you said trying to get rid of him.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him:

“don’t be a fucking tease! Come on.”

You quickly released yourself from his grip and pushed him away.

“I’m not interested anymore , so back off” you told him with a cold tone. He flipped you off and walked across the room and left the bar.

Well, that wasn’t going as smoothly as you thought it would. You walked toward the bar and ordered a few more shots. Liquid courage could not hurt.

The second guy you talked with was drunk or high , or both. He was good looking, kind of. You found him on the dance floor. You started dancing with him and he took the bait right away. He tried to grab your ass while dancing, but you pushed his hands away. “No touching , I’m the boss tonight okay , you do as I say” he nodded enthusiastically, obviously excited at the idea of playing this little game with you. It took only a few minutes to lure him outside the bar.

“where’s your car?” You asked him.

He fumbled through the parking lot and opened the door of an old rusted red truck.

“Get in the backseat” you told him bluntly.

He obliged and you followed him into his truck, closing the door behind you.

“Take your pants off” you ordered him. He didn’t lose a second and dropped his pants to his ankles, followed by his boxers. His erection was a disappointment, but you didn’t really care. You took a condom from your purse and gave it to him so he could wrap himself up.

« Woah, someone is eager » he said , you ignored his comment.

“Okay, listen, this is serious” He looked at you and nodded making a small military salute. You rolled your eyes “You can’t touch me , you can’t kiss me, understood?” He nodded again and asked « so you’re just using me? I’m okay with that » he smirked.

You lifted your ass from the seat to take your panties off and secured them inside your purse. You took a deep breath before straddling him. He was looking so fucking ecstatic, it was ridiculous , it almost turned you off. The alcool was going through your veins and made the experience less weird than it really was. You took another deep breath and took his cock in your hand, pumping him a little before guiding him to your entrance. He gasped at the feeling of you on his tip.

« Awww fuck. I wanna see your tits » he moaned into your ear.

« Shut up… » you said while sliding yourself down on his dick. You were holding his wrists above his head on the headrest , riding him with no real conviction. ~it’s not working , I feel nothing~ you thought. Tears were starting to form at the corner of your eyes when you felt him shake under you. He was moaning loudly in your ear, you couldn’t bare to listen to the sound. You lifted yourself off of him and bolted out of his truck without saying anything. ~fuck this was the dumbest thing I ever did~

You went straight back to the bar, directly into the ladies room. You locked yourself up in a stall and started crying. ~ fuck this isn’t working. I still feel empty! That’s all I will ever feel now?~

After a while, when there was no more tears coming out of you and when you managed to control your breathing, you got out of the stall and took a look at yourself in the mirror. You rearranged your hair and corrected your makeup. ~I look like shit~

You needed something, anything to make you feel numb. You went back to the bar and asked the bartender for another round of shots. You took the 3 down in seconds and then you asked him :

« Who should I talk to if I want something stronger? »

The bartender gave you a name and he told you to go behind the bar, in the back alley and talk to the guy in the white car. You followed his instruction and got there as fast as you could. The guy wasn’t in his car , he was standing next to it , having a conversation with another guy who looked just like him. Tall, blond guys, blue eyes, brothers. Not as gorgeous as the Millers , but pretty decent. You walked towards them with determination in your steps.

« Can we help you? » the one with a green shirt asked.

« Yes, I’m looking for something to get this night … more interesting » you were already pretty far gone with all the shots you took , but it wasn’t enough.

« What’s your poison baby? We got everything. » the one in a black tshirt replied. He smirked at the way you weren’t standing straight.

« Surprise me…baby » you replied imitating his tone.

« What about coke? Wanna try it » he assumed you never had coke and he was right.

« Let’s do it » you said , he looked at his brother with a smile.

« Alright , one line of coke for the lady. Do you mind if we join you? » he asked playfully.

« The more the merrier » you replied even if it didn’t really make sense.

He prepped the lines on a small mirror , using the hood of his car as a table. The green shirt brother snorted his line first and then black tshirt did. You felt nervous when it was your turn , not really knowing how to do this. You bent down over the mirror and sniffed the line in one shot . It felt like it hurt your brain at first. It only took a few minutes before you felt the rush in your veins. You felt lighter and happier.

« How are you feeling pretty lady? » green one asked taking your waist between his hands, bringing you closer to his chest.

« Euphoric! » you answered him while touching his forearms.

« You know we can have even more fun if you let us » black tshirt whispered into your right ear.

You didn’t even see where he was coming from. You couldn’t really concentrate on anything. The rush of dopamine streaming down your veins was guiding your next moves. You took Green’s face between your hands and kissed him hard. Black tshirt was behind you kissing and biting at your neck. You felt your dress being pulled over your head and the rest was a blur, a messy mix of moans and hands all over your body. The next time you were able to concentrate for a second , one of the brother was between your legs, pounding into you on top of the hood of the white car. You didn’t stop him ~ that’s why I was here for in the first place~ You lost track of time and events again. Four hands roaming all over your naked body, faces switching in front of you, the brothers fucking you, taking turns, one after the other, again and again. The idea of what was happening was exhilarating, but you really felt nothing.

« That line was free for you pretty lady. You can come back whenever you want. » Green said kissing your neck while black tshirt was putting his pants back on.

When your high was finally coming down and when you gained enough balance to get off the hood of their car, you took your dress from the ground and kissed one of the brothers before leaving to the front of the bar. A few clients were still there, drunk, shouting and laughing, completely unaware of what happened just behind the building. Black tshirt ran behind you, you didn’t see him do it but he slipped something inside your purse.

« You come back anytime you want pretty lady. Free lines for you, always » you laughed at his comment.

It was time to go home but you couldn’t remember the address of the safe house…

« Fuck! »

You had no choice , you couldn’t walk , it was too far and you were too fucked up to do it anyway, so you texted Santi. You waited for what felt like an eternity before resigning yourself to text Frankie , you didn’t really have a choice. His answer came back almost instantly.

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Frankie wasn’t sleeping. He was waiting for you. It was pass 2 am and you were not home yet. He was almost having an anxiety attack, thinking maybe the guys who sent Dave a week ago found you when your text came in. PING.

Frankie was relieved , but he was also pissed when he saw your text

- What’s the address to the safe house ?

He replied

-Where the fuck are you?

You didn’t answer right away, it got him even more angry at you.

- The address

He clenched his jaw

-Where are you? I’m coming to get you

Once again, it took you so long to reply. He was nervous that something happened to you.

-No. The ADDRESS Frankie

« Fuck! » he gave up and sent you the address.

He waited for you sitting in the dark. He didn’t unlock the door , he wanted to see if you were going to struggle to open it. A few minutes later, he saw the lights of a car approaching the house and then he saw you walk towards the door. At first glance , in the dark, you looked like you were okay. He shifted forward resting his elbows on his knees. When you reached the door he heard you crash into it hard. He got up fast to listen closer to the door. He could hear you mutter some profanities. You must be drunk, so you lied about the movies , he already knew, but now it was obvious. You didn’t make any noise for a while and then he could hear you sobbing. He unlocked and opened the door and you fell on your back on the entrance carpet.

« Y/n ! Are you okay? »

You were sobbing hard and you couldn’t control your voice. You almost screamed at him.

« I fucked up! I fucked everyone and , and , and , I drank and did all the lines. »

He wasn’t sure what you were trying to say. You didn’t make any sense. He helped you get up and took you to the couch. You were looking bad , hair disheveled, makeup smeared, your dress was plastered with dirt. He could see scratches and bruises on your exposed skin. We’re they from tonight or from last week, he wondered.

« Where the fuck did you go? And don’t you fucking lie about going to the movies »

You were crying even harder , sobbing like a child who lost her favorite toy. You were pretty far gone, he could tell, your body couldn’t stand straight even if you were seated , he had to hold you up against the arm of the couch.

« At the bar »

He paused « you drank a lot , anything else? »

« Coke »

He raised his eyebrows, surprised at your revelation and then he was pissed « What the fuck y/n. That’s the lines you were talking about? »

« Yeah »

« Are you feeling okay? You should drink something » he got up, pushed your body in the corner of the couch so you wouldn’t fall and walked to the sink.

« I’m broke » you cried again « I’m ruined Frankie »

He walked back to you with a tall glass of water. You drank it up fast.

« No you’re not. Don’t say that. What did you mean by you fucked everyone? » that part of your chaotic speech was scaring him the most.

« You don’t love me anymore » you cried out

« That’s not true » he said « I will always love you » he whispered. It was tough for him to see you cry, he wanted to help up, but he didn’t know how.

« He was supposed to kill me…Cat » you blurted, chocking at his nickname. He knew what you meant, but he wasn’t ready to have this conversation, not like this, not in the state you were in.

« Fuck him! I don’t want him to be the last» you took a deep breath, tears still running down your face. «You don’t want to help me, so I fucked 4 random dudes, or 3, can’t remember »

« Oh » he didn’t know what to say to that. He felt jealousy and anger grow inside his chest, but he knew you were already suffering enough so he didn’t say anything. He just took you in his arms and held you there until you fell asleep. His chin was resting on your head, he felt guilty for not « helping you » like you wanted him to. Felt guilty for the choices you made instead of getting real help. Again, it was all his fault, from the moment he let himself get duck taped to that chair to this moment.

Next morning you woke up in your bed , in a fresh pj , a glass of water and tylenol waiting for you on the bedside table. Your headache was bad and your mouth was dry. ~ what the fuck did I do?~

{Chapter 4}

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Ezra - a harvester of Aurelac and a very good one at that - is considered to be a very expressive and honest man. With his honey dripped words and southern dialect, he is also extremely handsome with an air of confidence around him, but he begins to act funny after a near death experience and you wonder what is wrong with him, but then, you see why he is acting funny…

My Little Sunflower - Kissing Prompt 🥵 🥰

Ezra has been stuck on this purple moon for six months with Y/N, pining for her day after day and dreamed of kissing her. What happens when he finds out she has done something terribly bad that almost costs their lives? So bad in fact that they have to abandon their tent at night and run away, but what will Ezra do when he finds out why she did it? Read on and find out…

True Loves Revelation - Mando, Ezra, Frankie & Max 🥵

You and your partner Mando, find yourselves stuck inside of the Razor Crest after a rupture in the timeline, causing three other people to emerge on the ship - three people that look exactly like Mando.

A Man of My Word - Supplied Prompts Request 🥰

"I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy." // "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

The Kings Cross - 🥵

Mi Amor - 🥵

The life you live under your fathers ruling, a King, is coming to an end. His desire to wed you to the wealthiest man available was the catalyst in your plan to escape. However, your time is running out and your plan starts to crumble, until your personal knight saves the day. Pero Tovar comes to your rescue.

Gi Dumpling Soup - 🥵

Din D’jarin, the big bad and scary Mandalorian finds himself standing before a bathroom mirror of a bar in the city of Tatooine, hyping himself up to make the first move on the most beautiful, enamouring and kind-hearted lady he has ever came across. After many stuttering nervous conversations with Y/N, he simply cannot go on any longer with just thinking about her. He wants - he needs to hold and kiss her lips, expressing how he really feels.

My Riduur, My Aliit - 🥰

Soft Fluffy Bathtub Scenario. Maybe a tinge of Angst: To give a simple breakdown, you fall asleep in a hot, relaxing bubbly bath and Mando rushes into the room. worried and peeved off because you could have drowned. Nudity in this fic, Light groping and lots of Kisses.

Long for me - part one 🥵 🥰 // Long for me - part two 🥵 🥰

After a little squabble between you and your employer of eight months - The Mandalorian - the tensions remain high between you both, yet when you break first and apologise, the beskar covered tin man surprised you with how much he shares with you. Then, you realise that you might actually be in love with the man… So what happens next?

Ner Cyar'ika Baar'ur - Secret Santa Event 2022

Working for the Mandalorian as his personal medic, it has become apart of the daily routine to battle against people who threaten his safety, or yours. You're apart of the chaos that comes with the bounty hunting life, but how does one particular quarry change everything between you and Din D'jarin?

The Receptionist - 🥵

Y/N is the receptionist at a sales company and had been working there for a total of two years, however the last six months she has had to endure the sexual teasing from her new boss, Max Phillips. It’s no secret that he is a seducer with every woman in the office, but he has a keen eye on Y/N specifically.

My Girl - 🥰

Dialog Prompt: “Do you dream about me?” // “Every night” // “That’s…surprisingly sweet. And what do you dream of exactly?” // “Different ways to kill you.” // “There it is.”

Overstimulated - Request with Supplied Prompts 🥰🥵

Prompt: "I'm Bored. Wanna play?"

The Christmas Display - 🥰

Reader attends a light display at the park outside her apartment and looks for her friend Zach. Handsome and homeless living out in the cold, her plans to accompany him and get him some food turn into something else.

New Beginnings - Request with Supplied Prompts 🥰🥵

Prompt: Sweat dripping down your faces, newly moved in furniture scattered around the half empty, small house & "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

First Look

Same Mud, Same Blood

You have been picked up by some government agent and taken to a remote location. This place has been roped off by police and no one else has been permitted to enter. It was just a storm. What could've happened to warrant this kind of reaction?

Self Love - co-written with @scorpio-marionette

Working alongside the one and only Special Agent Marcus Pike is both a pleasure and misery; pleasure because he is a beautiful man with a sweet personality that you’ve grown to love unconditionally, misery because you can never admit that you have a crush on him and can only yearn for him in secret, however one question from the man himself sets off the first tumbling domino in your life and everything changes - for the better.

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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trials

this takes place in my ‘poly frontier’ universe

pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Francisco “Catfish Morales, Ben “Benny” Miller and a female reader

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: all fics in this series are 18+, poly relationship, domestic, romantic, and sexual intimacy. strong language, angst with a happy ending

summary: this one is a Santi story - he tries to bring another girl into the relationship, and learns instead how much he loves you

it wont be everyone's cup of tea but I felt like it was an important part of the story

note: don’t hate Santi! I think this is a pretty normal, and the best sunsets come after rain

Santi was the first to branch out. He didn’t mean to – hated himself for it a little, but he did.

This – whatever this is, it’s a ticking time bomb, he told Will. One of has to do something before it breaks all of our hearts.

It was a lie.

They both knew it. But he had the money and the looks and the confidence and he was just hurt enough by the sight of you asleep in Ben’s lap one afternoon that he just… let it get to him.

Brooded and boiled until he was overcome with false righteousness and pure selfishness.

He didn’t look you in the eyes when he told you he was going to try to get another girl. It wasn’t that he was leaving what you all had, just that he deserved a chance at whatever he called balance. His gaze in the other men’s eyes was too bold – the look of a desperate man, terrified of being hurt so causing it on his own terms.

You nodded numbly, shocked in spite of yourself, scolding and scathing voices in your mind telling you not to be selfish. Not to be greedy.

He deserves more than sharing.

Tucking yourself into Frankie’s arms, you tried not to glare or cry and only failed at the latter. Because it’s not the dating another girl that hurt, really it’s not. Polyamory is hard, and it was always an open option. What hurts is his blatant choice to ignore the relationship his has with you, specifically, that he’s ignoring everything you and him have worked for, built with love and time and care.

Rubbing gentle hands over your skin, Will and Frankie and Ben shared looks as Santi stalks away.

Frankie corners him in the garage the next morning. You had slept between him and Will the night before, but they had all felt you toss and turn, all spent a fair amount of time staring at the ceiling themselves. His dark eyes are an insecure that shoots into Frankie’s core – it’s a look he knows, has spent months overcoming. He swallows hard, his words dying in his throat, and he simply shakes his head.

It almost breaks Santi in two, the first moment one of his loves betrays the damage he’s done, but he tells himself there’s no going back.

“Better now than later, when our parents hate her or –”

Frankie’s look stops him and he flinches away.

Will is at the bar he chooses without an invite, knowing where he’d be without having to even ask and they both try not to think of you at home with Ben, probably dripping flames. Santi wonders if it hurts more to watch him flirt, or to do it, but neither of them say a word to each other. In spite of it all, the respect his judgement, respect his choice, and that hurts too.

It feels strange to have others looking him up and down and to look back, smile with lust void of love and soak in the attention.

Before he succumbs to it, Santi wishes Will would come over, slide his hand around his neck and… stop respecting him so much. It would pull him back, but since he doesn’t, the thought dies under the burn of cheap alcohol.

She’s lovely, really, graceful like a cat.

Santi has kept her from you all for a few weeks now, keeping his dignity with distance. But now she’s here, in your home, and you should be jealous but instead you just smile sadly at her, and slip off to the kitchen.

He likes… coffee, dark roast, with just a clump of raw sugar. You’re stirring it when you realize they followed you, hovering at the door. The ache of it is less than it was before and they’re happy together, so for his sake, you sit down across from her.

She’s kind, friendly. Knows the gist of the situation, tells you she’ll go at your pace.

And it crashes into you, how he’s pinned you at a time when know one else is home, offering her up to you like a plea, a child who used the superglue to make a gift, never mind the fact that his hands are both stuck to it and burning.

It feels reasonable to have another woman around, to make the numbers less absurd, to – to help you. Her smile is a little shy and she takes you hand and she looks at Santi with such adoration that a knot loosens in your chest involuntarily.

She doesn’t joke about it, any of it, and you almost wish she would. It would be so much easier to hate her if she was shallow, or stupid, or something but she’s not, and when she smiles you almost think you could be friends. You wonder if you could make it work, like they do for you.

Ben and Will come home early, stepping in like the angels they are, planting themselves solid at your side like trees with roots deeper than they are tall. When Frankie comes home, he takes the spot of the two of them as their eyes draw Santi into another room.

“What the fuck, Garcia,” Benny is as hurt as you are by it all, maybe more.

“Shut up Miller.” He’s glaring, filled with venomous satisfaction at how well the two of you have been talking.

“Cant you see it’s for the better?”

There’s silence – neither of them agree, too confused by him to respond.

“Don’t you ever wonder,” Santi tries again, knowing they’re listening because they love him too.

“No.” They spoke in unison, which makes Will roll his eyes. Neither of them hesitate, and something in Santi cracks.

You poke holes in the bottom of a styrofoam container with a plastic fork. She’s long gone now, but the date still lingers as you poke at your leftovers and try to unwind each moment of the date like strings of spaghetti.

On the surface it had gone well, you had thought you had fun until you felt a burn of tears under your eyelids.

Closing them you sigh, breathing like you practiced, gentle tides of love and logic washing over a feelings you tell yourself are selfish.

When you open your eyes, your Santi is standing behind her chair, and you almost cant breathe.

He went away for two weeks to help with a mission, and he’s here, one side of his mouth higher than the other. You want to kiss it, but you smile instead, and say, “You missed her by a couple minutes, sorry,” and actually mean it.

“I caught her in the parking lot,” he sits slowly, carefully, and when he reaches for your hands it’s almost tentative. It makes you blink again, how his eyebrows are bending. For the first time in what feels like forever, you don’t understand what it means, cant predict at all what he says next.

“I broke it off,” his eyes are in yours.

“I don’t understand,” you hear yourself say.

Santi searches for the words, like he had them but cant make them come out of his mouth.

“She’s not you,” he says. “I want you.”

You realize with a start that his hand is trembling, and he says your name in a way you’ve never heard before – like he’s terrified. That’s how badly he wants this, wants.. you. There’s no question in your mind, your eyes answer him.

It’s messy, not like a movie, the way he tugs you up and up and into his arms, the shudder of his broad shoulders and he buries himself into you as much as he can.

Like a hazy, blurry dream, your arms find their way around him, holding him like he’s fragile, another first.

He doesn’t say You’re enough for me, or You deserve the world, or anything dramatic.

Instead he says, “Can I buy you dinner?” And, “I’m sorry,” and “It’s been too long.”

And he says “I love you.”

He already asked the others, calling them each on his drive to you. Asked like he was young, if it was okay. Santi knew none of them had fallen in love with her, because even he hadn’t. But he had to ask for their permission as much as yours, to try to win you back.

They were more guarded than you, wary of his passion.

It takes time, and work.

He stays up later than he should talking with Benny about everything and nothing, hands nervously putting together snacks. When the younger man holds you, Santi teaches himself to join, to be held and hold you both. It feels good, which feels like guilt.

He works on that, too.

Frankie and him never talk about it. For weeks he thought his oldest friend had understood, more of less forgiven him without a word. One day they’re out for lunch, and his eyes flicker at the waitress, tucking her hair behind her ear. When he returns his gaze to the man across him, his blood runs cold. It’s been years since he’s seen furious determination brewing in Frankie’s dark, caring eyes, but it’s there now and he hates it. It takes discipline, to watch how he’s perceived as closely as he watched his intentions, but he does it.

It was easier than winning Will back.

“How long has your logic been shit?” Has your heart been in the wrong place this whole damn time?

“I just got on the wrong path, Ironhead.”

“Like hell you did,” his eyes were ice. “You let that happen.”

It would’ve been easier if he punched him. This wasn’t a kiss and make up moment either. The work ended up being long talks while you forced them to drive to pick you up when your car broke down the town over. Forcing words out being so honest it hurt, until has heart and throat felt raw. Making Will understand it was out of his own fears. Showing him how he was fixing it.

And weeks of letting with watch him again, eyes not missing a single touch or flinch or moment between you all. Actions to reinforce his words.

It hurt, but infinitely less than feeling distant from you all to begin with.

Will and your Catfish bring it up with you, one sunday afternoon as you tuck yourself between them and let their hands trace your skin.

“How are you doing?”

“I don’t know, Will. Better, I think. I missed him.”

Frankie places a row of warm kisses down the side of your neck.

“He missed you too. It’s Pope, he’s... he’s scared, love.”

“I don’t know if I believe that, yet.”

Ironhead grumbles at your confession, his big fingers squeezing the meat of your thigh.

“You gave him another chance, but you’re holding back. What does your gut say?”

“Unreliable - I’m in love with him.”

His head pops up and he kisses you before half-smiling. Frankie’s hand finds one of his, and they share a look.

“Can we tell you, querida? What we’ve seen.”

“Some objective evidence,” Will kisses you again.

“He loves us.” Another kiss.

“You.”

It’s quiet as Santi flips through his latest files. The evening air is cool, and he should be getting ready for bed but you’re not home yet, and they’re all milling about waiting. You texted them how tired you were, what an awful evening you had.

“It should just be another couple of minutes,” Will says, and Frankie checks his watch. Ben wanders to the kitchen and they can hear him mixing hot chocolate.

When you walk through the front door, they fold you in their arms. Santi holds back, doubt still nagging at his mind. You let him back in, let him take you don't dates, but you didn’t fit together any more. He was running out of ways to communicate with you.

But you slump over, gently pushing aside his files and placing his laptop away before replacing it with yourself. Molding into him you sigh, and almost instantly fall asleep.

You’re small and vulnerable in his arms and the weight on his legs feels like trust.

The air in the room shifts, lighter, more breathable than it’s been in months. Adoring, proud eyes watch, and he wants to cry.

For the first time maybe ever, he’s sure that everything is going to be okay.

The bar was mercifully quite that evening, and if made it easy for you to find your love. A small, familiar feeling tugged in your gut as you made your way over to him, eyes on the waitress who was leaning over him with unwholesome intentions.

Then the feeling settled, and was replace with a warmer feeling. She was putting down a tray that had your order on it, and Santi was thanking her, distracted checking your message on his phone.

“Hey, handsome,” you said, the warm feeling spreading throughout your chest. “Can we actually get out of here?”

His brown eyes were big, dark lashes catching the low lights as he stared at you. Somewhere in his mind, he thought too protest because your drink just got there, but the words stuck on his tongue.

“Yeah... yeah of course, baby,” He signaled for the check before standing to draw you in his arms. Saying no to you had never really been an option.

The two of you barely made it to his truck before your hands were all over each other. You liked the feel of him, pinning you against the metal frame, the desperate way he kissed you.

Pope was saying something about how you looked so fucking sexy, needing him so badly you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t concentrate on them.

“Pope,” you said against his skin, sliding your hands under his shirt. In response, he only made a soft groaning noise and increases his urgency.

"Santi," you tried again, before your own gasp cut you off.

"Santi - fuck - Santiago!"

The look he gave you was that of a dog, when you held the treat just out of reach.

"I'm yours," you said, pulling his head in to press against your forehead. "And you," you kissed him, hard, fingers gripping his beautiful curls. "Are mine."

"Fuck," you could feel his heartbeat, his pulse, he was pressing into you so hard, like he wanted to blur where he ended and you began. You knew he understood.

"I am," he said into your skin again and again that evening. Not selfish position, a promise and a proclamation: "I'm yours."

"I'm yours."

taglist:

@fangirl-316 @scribbledghost @writeforfandoms @beautyagegoodnesssize @princess76179 @mrsbentallmadge @pbeatriz

poly frontier taglist:

@grogusmum

#triple frontier #poly frontier #triple frontier poly fic #triple frontier x reader #will miller x reader #santiago garcia x reader #francisco morales x reader #benny miller x reader

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Fight Night (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: prompt #3 from this list

W/C: 2.5k

Warnings: language, like a whole lot of it, alcohol, and santiago being annoying

A/N: I love my Frankie baby and he’s so cute and awkward that I really thought this one would fit him such he’s so snuggly. So here!

Frankie Morales gives the best hugs on the earth. There’s no denying it, not with the way his huge arms wrap around you and squeeze you with just enough strength. His chest is strong but soft, a thin layer of pudge making him extra squeezable. And God, he always wears something soft, a worn tee or a cozy flannel, perfect to bury your face in and breathe the scent of his cologne.

One of your greatest joys in life comes from being Frankie’s friend. He’s very affectionate, always hugging and nudging playfully. His warm demeanor matches his soft heart and his equally soft hugs. You’re glad he gives physical affection away so freely; you absolutely cannot get enough of it. The two of you are equally touch starved, and find equal comfort in each other’s bodies.

Benny teases you endlessly; Santi does even more, if that’s such a thing. But you just stick out your tongue and Frankie gives them the finger and the two of you continue.

It’s not such a big thing, you rationalize to yourself. In a lot of other cultures, being more physically open is certainly encouraged and seen as good for you. It’s mutually beneficial too, both of you getting the touch you crave so desperately.

During movie nights, you’ll slump onto Frankie’s shoulder or drape your legs across his lap. He’ll mindlessly nudge your hip with his own while walking, or rest his chin on your shoulder as you stand together and talk to someone else. Your friendship is full of these cozy little moments that are usually restricted to a relationship. Neither of you mind.

Well, you didn’t mind. But lately something about Frankie is even more appealing than before. You want to press kisses to his face while cuddling him. You want to roll over onto his lap and straddle his thighs and feel him get hard beneath you. You’re not quite sure when this happened, or how, but all you know is that now you want Frankie in a different way. You want all of him, not just the physically intimate but romantically and sexually as well.

Frankie’s noticed. He’s not stupid, like the boys insist; he’s just quiet. He observes more than he declares. He’s noticed your physical distance during a football game, the way you sit cross-legged on the edge of the couch, away from him. You stand a little further from him when you talk and most importantly, you don’t initiate any of the touching. That’s the biggest sign to him.

The more you pull away, the more Frankie wants to push. He begins to realize how cold and lonely his side of the loveseat in the Millers’ apartment is when you’re not cuddled into him, warming him up. Walking without holding hands is boring. Most importantly, he realizes that he wants it all specifically with you. He wants everything you had and so much more.

Santiago is more observant than he lets on too. You don’t meet Fish’s eyes every time you talk to him. You’re more distant; you leave early from poker nights or football games. Santi loves to play his cards rather than keeping them close to his chest, but this is one thing he simply has to confront Frankie about.

Your group of five is escorting Benny out to the ring, walking through the cemented service hallway. You knead Benny’s arms for him, keeping him warm. Will walks with the two of you; Fish and Pope hang back. “Hey, pendejo,” he says as he jogs up to walk next to Frankie, jabbing his ribs with his elbow. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

“What?” He asks, adjusting his cap and looking down at his friend. He walks a little closer and lowers his voice. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You don’t… y’know, touch anymore. She keeps her distance from you. God, she’s practically all over Ben,” Santi hyperbolizes, specifically to get inside Frankie’s head. “You fucked something up, didn’t you?”

Frankie shakes his head but holds it low. “I don’t think I did anything. That’s what I’m trying to think about, what I could’ve done. She’s so distant now.”

Santi shakes his head. “Go get a beer at some point and I’ll try to pick her brain, okay?” he asks him.

“Can you ever stop playing the mediator?” Frankie asks him with a glare, uncharacteristically hard for the sweet man.

“Absolutely not. Never can, never will. It’s just my job around here,” he says, almost cockily, shoulders a bit higher as they walk down the hall.

“Motherfucker,” Frankie mumbles and takes off his hat, wringing it between his hands in anxiety.

You’re one beer in when Benny finishes the third round. He’s lost one round, the second, but lost the first and this one. He needs a quick comeback, needs to win these next two rounds in order to win the match. You finish your beer and frown. Frankie’s standing and you tug at the back of his jacket. “Hey, Francis,” you tease with a smile and hold up your empty plastic cup. “Grab me one more?”

“I hate when you call me that,” he says with a laugh and takes the cup. “Same as before?”

“Same as always,” you confirm, and he walks off.

Pope scoots closer. “Francis?”

You shrug, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. “I don’t know. It came to me once, he hated it, I use it to get on his nerves,” you chuckle and stare down at your jeans. Will’s up giving Benny a pep talk, leaving it to be just you and Santiago sitting on the metal bleachers.

“You hate him that much?” He asks, jokingly nudging your side. “Or you like him that much?”

You turn to face him, brows furrowed. “Who told you that?”

Pope gasps. “Oh, you actually do! I was just spitballing to see if I could hit something. Guess I did.”

Now it’s your turn to gasp. You smack him in the arm. “Hey, shut the fuck up!’

Santi laughs, head falling back. “No shit. You spend all of your time cuddled up on him then you catch feelings. It’s almost like it makes sense.”

“Shut up, Pope,” you grumble and fold your arms, staring down at your legs. “I know, you’re probably going to ask why I’ve been weird around him, but then you’re going to cut yourself off with an internal revelation that that’s why- because I have feelings for him.”

“You literally just articulated my internal monologue,” he chuckles and nods, swigging from his beer. “I think you’re blinded by your own feelings.”

“I think you’re full of shit,” you shoot back.

Pope pouts at you, tilting his head. “Frankie likes you. He always has. I bet he likes you the way you like him.”

Shaking your head, you steal his drink and take a sip. “I don’t know, Santi,” you say and gulp. “I don’t want to fuck it up if he doesn’t.”

“Then don’t. But don’t come crying to me when you miss your shot,” he shakes his head and steals his beer back, finishing it off. “I’m getting myself another one of these.”

“Fuck this,” you mumble to yourself as Pope walks off.

Whatever he hoped to do with that talk, you’re not sure he achieved it. Now you’re annoyed with Pope for whatever the hell that was, annoyed with Frankie for clearly talking to Pope about it, and even more annoyed with Pope when you realize that that was probably him interfering without you or Frankie asking for it. The cherry on top is the annoyance with yourself for your inability to make up your mind, your inability to do anything about it.

When the men return, you take your beer from Frankie with a halfhearted smile and chug a third of it in one swig. Frankie sits behind the two of you, and you glare at Pope from the corner of your eye. When the next round starts and Will returns, at least you can lose yourself in the fight.

It’s not exactly a cheerful sport, watching one of your best friends being pummeled for fun. You shout and scream for him, but it doesn’t do much. Your voice is one of many in the screaming crowd, and you’re not going to get anywhere.

But Benny comes back from behind. He wins the fourth round, putting him with a tie to the other fighter. That means whoever wins this next round takes it all. During the break in between, you go up with Will to give Benny a pep talk.

“Look at you go, dumbass!” You shout excitedly as you run up to him with his water. Will gives him his towel and you bounce around, filled with new energy. “God, you are taking my anger out just by watching you,” you laugh.

Benny’s panting between swigs of water. “What anger?”

“Pope’s being a fucking idiot,” you laugh. “And so is Frankie.”

“Tell Frankie I’ll personally beat his ass if he doesn’t ask you out by the next time I see him.”

You give a nervous laugh at that. “Uh, what?”

He shakes his head, wiping his face down. “We all see it. We’re not idiots. Why else would you cuddle so fucking much?” he says, the adrenaline emphasizing his words. “I’ve told him to fucking do it and he hasn’t yet. Go tell him exactly what I said. Will, where are my fucking mouthguards?” He says as he turns to his brother.

Will knows better than to tell him to calm down. He needs to stay this energized to win. Benny fights best when he’s angry. You all know it. “Take ‘em and kick some ass.”

Benny shoves them in and bounces up from the folding chair, whooping and banging his chest. He gets into some kind of spiel and you give him a pat on the shoulder, heading back to the bleachers.

There’s some kind of cosmic timing that’s decided that apparently, this needs to happen tonight. Well, rather than cosmic timing, it’s the other three guys. You sit down next to Pope again, drinking from your beer that he held for you. Sighing, you bounce your legs against the concrete, cracking your neck and rolling your head. Really, you’re hyping yourself up now.

The bell rings and Will returns, sitting directly behind you. You watch the fight intently for a bit before Will’s knee nudges you in the back. Turning around, you mouth ‘what?’ at him. He nods towards Frankie and you sigh. “It’s like fucking middle school with you idiots,” you groan and stand. “Frankie. Come get water with me.”

He doesn’t know why the hell you asked, but he sure as hell isn’t gonna say no. He nods and clambers out of the bleachers, following you like a puppy. The match is long forgotten by the time you exit the arena.

Back in the service hallway you walked Benny out through, you turn and stop Frankie in his tracks, crossing your arms. “I thought we were getting water,” he stammers as he looks at you, taking off his cap and wringing it in his hands.

“Nope.” You’re frowning, and now Frankie fears that you might actually be mad at him. His hands grip his cap tighter. “Benny told me that you have to ask me out or he’s going to kick your ass,” you inform him.

Your face remains stoic and it more than freaks Frankie out. “Oh, fuck, that kid- he’s been on my ass for no reason, making fun of me and-”

He keeps stammering but you cut him off. “Are you gonna do it?” You ask, your stony face breaking into a smile. “I’d kinda like it if you would.”

Frankie has to laugh in relief at your smile, at your affirmation. “What the hell is this night?” he asks, mainly to himself.

You laugh and lean forward a bit. “I was thinking the same thing. Why are these idiots acting like we’re sixth graders?” you chuckle, shaking your head.

“Exactly! It’s some game of who likes who,” he nods in agreement and fidgets with his hair, exposed without his ball cap. “Then pushing the couples you want together, and… God, it really is just like middle school.”

Finally, like nothing ever happened, you’re laughing again. “But really- you’d like me to? You like me like that?”

“Yeah, duh,” you laugh. “No one is that cuddly if they don’t like each other. I guess we should’ve realized that sooner,” you shrug shyly and look down.

“Yeah, I guess we should’ve,” he nods with a shy smile. “Wait, you like like me?” He teases.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” You burst into laughter. “This is already too much like middle school.”

“Okay, okay,” Frankie nods and walks a step closer to you. He takes your hands, uncrossing them from your chest. “Then will you go out with me?”

“Why don’t you ask me to go steady while you’re at it?” You tease and cock an eyebrow as you smile up at him.

“Will you shut up and let me kiss you?”

You’re about to respond, snap back and say something equally stupid, but instead you make a show of closing your lips. Of shutting up so that he can, indeed, kiss you.

Frankie laughs and cups your face, wasting no time in kissing you tenderly. Your body gravitates to his, draping your arms over his shoulders and enjoying the warmth of his body as his arms encircle you.

Neither of you want it to end, so it doesn’t. You just stand there, kissing, for a few moments, until the doors open and let Benny’s whoops from the arena into the hallway. He continues for a second, as you two frantically break away, then he realizes you two were making out. “Oh, fucking finally!” He exclaims with a laugh and smacks Frankie on the back. “Lucky you, you get to stay in one piece.”

“Your threats don’t mean shit to me, Benjamin,” he calls as Benny continues down the hall to the locker room.

You turn and glare at Will and Pope. “If this didn’t just happen,” you say, gesturing between you and Frankie, “I’d be livid at you two.”

“But you’re not,” Pope sing-songs and ruffles your hair as he walks past.

You shake your head and grit your teeth, but Frankie’s soft hand on your back immediately pulls the tension out of you. “Beat him up another time,” Frankie murmurs softly, making you laugh.

“But it’s fight night. It would be so perfect,” you laugh and rest your head on his shoulder, walking down the hall with his arm around your waist.

“Save it for next time,” he teases and kisses your head.

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busycryin · 3 years

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Disinhibition

Pairing: Benjamin ‘Benny’ Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex.

Summary: Benny gets injured and loses his filter. (Not that he had much of one to begin with)

Note: This is self indulgent fluff. I regret nothing. I am in love with all of these men.

It was never your idea of a fun Friday night - watching Benny get the ever living shit beaten out of him.

Until six months ago you’d never have even set foot in an event such as this, but here you were, beer in hand watching the brother of your best friend take an uppercut to the face in a fight you think he was winning.

To you Benny was the gentle giant; a sweet guy who topped up the window wiper fluid in your car when it got low or the guy that gave you the last hot dog at the barbeque because he knew you secretly hated Frankie’s burgers. In this ring he was one hundred percent the warrior you’d heard stories of as a mask of icy calculation had descended across his features.

The outside world was shut out; it was just him and his opponent in the ring.

His opponent just so happened to be a gorilla - there was no other way to describe the mans body as his arms were thick chords of muscles covering bone - somehow managing to make Benny look lithe.

You were still new to this but you weren’t quite sure how he was even in the same weight class.

Christ, this was bad for your blood pressure.

You couldn’t help the butterflies fluttering around your stomach despite the fact that for every hit Benny took he landed two. The two were locked into a hold on the ground, you didn’t quite understand what was happening, but Ben had somehow got the upper hand. It was as he held the man down that the bell finally rang and you released a breath you didn’t realise you were holding; the round was over.

Santiago, another friend of Will’s who was standing beside you and Frankie, blew out a heavy breath.

“This is a fuckin’ close one.”

“Guys fuckin’ huge.” Frankie echoed your thoughts whilst taking a sip of his beer.

Will was bent over Benny talking into his ear as the younger of the duo desperately chugged his water bottle. He looked absolutely exhausted, your heart was beating madly in your chest; you decided to remain silent.

All too soon the break was over and the mouth guard was back in place protecting those pearly whites that were often directed at you in a half-smirk/half-grin concoction that always signalled he was up to no good.

“Don’t worry, Guapa! Ben’s got this, he’s one tough sonovabitch.” Frankie patted your back reassuringly. Somehow you weren’t convinced but you smiled at both of the men, nodding enthusiastically and draining your half full beverage.

You knelt to place your cup under your seat, rising finally as the bell rang, signalling the beginning of a new round of torture. Your hands interlocked nervously in front of your mouth flinching at every hit the other man landed on Benny.

You felt Santiago pat your shoulder and shoot you a smile whilst he cheered for the younger Miller. “He’s got this, Y/N.” He spoke, repeating Frankie’s earlier reassurances.

Benny did not have this.

As was made evidently clear a couple of minutes later when the two were grappling on the ground, his opponent had got the upper hand and was above him trying to get him to submit. But Benny being Benny wouldn’t give in, despite being banged to rights. 193 pounds didn’t seem so heavy right now as his opponent twisted his arm to the ground, his thick legs wrapped around Ben’s torso.

Your heart dropped as you could’ve swore you heard the crack of bone over the crowd. Finally Benny tapped.

The fight was over, he’d lost.

Santiago had thrown his hat off raking his fingers through his hair in disappointment “Mierda! I thought he had it!”

“That guy was fucking massive, I hope he’s okay.” You mumbled when you realised Ben was still sitting on the padded ground.

“Let’s go see, eh?” Frank gestured towards the ring where a medic had now entered, tailed closely by Will. You had to stop yourself from racing to his side as sat injured in the ring.

You see, you and Benny had a complicated relationship.

Well it wasn’t that difficult, simply put Ben was a bit of a slut, now you didn’t judge him. Live and let live, you say, but casual sex just wasn’t your thing. Especially not with the brother of your best friend. You’d come to rely on your easy friendship with the older Miller brother so you avoided your relationship with Ben going beyond flirting - your friendship wasn’t something you wanted to fuck with on a whim.

So, a strange friendship in limbo was where you and Benjamin Miller firmly remained.

Benny was pulled up into standing, his face was pale as the MMA medic inspected his arm. The man shook his head at Will as they walked, both supporting the injured man.

“-dislocated, he’s gonna have to go to the ER.” The three of you caught the end of the conversation as you followed the trio.

“He okay?” Frankie questioned first “Going to the hospital?”

“Yeah, the idiot pushed himself too far. Popped his shoulder out of the socket instead of submitting.”

“Shit, Ben! Are you okay?” You asked, rushing to his side.

“I’m fine Y/N.” He grunted ever the hard headed soldier, his face was laced with pain even as he tried to be impassive in his agony.

You backed off at his clear dismissal, not wanting to push him whilst he was in such pain.

“We’ll meet you there, yeah?” Santiago questioned.

In the end, you and ‘Pope’ sat in the hospital chairs for an hour or two waiting. Frankie had waited for an hour before he had to get back to his family, the two of you had insisted he get back. It wasn’t fair on Mama Morales to have to look after the baby on her own.

Santiago was the friend of Will’s you knew the least. He was always kind but he simply was never around. He came and went as he pleased much like an outdoor cat, but in the short time you’d been around him you knew he was a nice guy. Two, going on three hours alone talking about nonsense had pretty much cemented that as you now sat in the waiting room playing go fish, waiting desperately to hear some news about your - What exactly was Benny to you?

Your crush? No. You weren’t in Kindergarten.

Your friend? No. Not enough.

The guy you had incredibly strong feelings for - the kind that made that tingle in your stomach when he laughed at your jokes but you can’t tell him because he’s a man whore who can’t commit to one woman? No. Abit long, not to mention a complete overshare.

Your person.

You were waiting desperately to hear some news about your person when finally Will rounded the corner. You stood before you realised what you were doing.

“He okay?”

“Yeah, he’s good. Asking about you Y/N, come and see him?”

“Of course.” You reply picking up your purse.

Both you and Santi follow Will through the winding hospital halls. You hear Benjamin before you see him.

“I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday! ” His usually melodious voice is hoarse and slurred, he sounded somewhat drunk as he butchered the rock song from his favourite band.

“I love you too, man.” Will says with a small smile on his face as he sits on one of the chairs beside the bed.

“He’s had some anesthesia. He’s pretty high right now, so brace yourselves.” He’s sitting up in the bed arm wrapped in a sling, staring up at the ceiling as he sings (shouts) when you round the corner.

“Will, you’re back!” He lights up as he sees his brother “I love you.”

However Will is forgotten instantly as soon as Benny catches sight of you. “Will! This is her, Christ, its the angel I fuckin’ told you about!”

“Calm down, Ben.” Will still has the smile on his face but he tilts his head to the other patient behind the curtain being subjected to his younger brother's lack of an indoor voice.

“How are you doing, Brother?” Santi questions, sitting on the chair to the other side of him.

He looks at Santiago. “Pope! Have you seen her? She’s so gorgeous, man. She’s here.”

You chuckle as you walk to stand beside him on the bed. He instantly takes your hand in his good one and pats the bed beside him. You can’t help but acquiesce despite the cloudy look in his eyes. It’s like the lights are all on but nobody's really home.

You hop up, facing him sideways on. You’re not about to cuddle the man in front of Will and Santiago, no matter how desperately you’d like to.

“How you feeling, Soldier?”

“Better now you’re here, Angel.” You can’t help the snort that comes out at his words.

“I’m glad I can help.”

“You could help me in another way y’know Y/N.” He smirks in a way that is so completely Benny you almost forget he’s delirious.

“I think you might regret this when you have a filter, lovely.”

“You hear that Will?” Benny’s whisper isn’t quite as stealthy as he believes as his voice is barely quieter than a shout. “She fuckin’ called me lovely, I’m fuckin in there man!”

“...No way...” Will replies simultaneously trying and failing to keep a straight face. “Y’know Ben you might want to calm down, you might be making Y/N uncomfortable.”

“Y/N… Oh god Y/N. She's gorgeous man, inside and out and her tits -Man her tits are-” He makes a growling noise.

“Ben!” Will admonishes whilst Santiago is looking on, his hand covering his mouth desperately trying to contain his chortles. “I think you should get some rest buddy.”

“I’ma do that. I’ma put my arms down, my head back and get some rest.” Benny tells his brother resolutely all whilst nodding his head and in his defense he does just that… for a grand total of ten seconds before his blue eyes reopen and fix on you.

“Y/N?” Benny ‘whispers’ whilst tugging on your hand that is still firmly locked with his good one.

“Mmh?”

“I think we should have a baby.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. We can have like 6 babies and I’ma’ fuck you so good every single night for the rest of our lives and we can have our own barbecues and I’ll cook you up the hamburgers special.” You can’t help it as your eyes widen exposing the whites in their entirety. You’re trapped somewhere between laughing and mortification as you know there’s no way in hell Will and Santi didn’t hear that.

“I’m not a baby machine dude, six kids is alot for my body to handle.”

“You’ll think about it?” He asks his eyes heavy as they lock on yours.

“Moron,” You chuckle whilst raising the hand which is not currently his prisoner and push the strand of dirty blonde hair from his eyes “You get some rest and I’ll give you all the babies you can handle, big guy.”

“If I go to sleep am I going to die?”

“No, Ben. You won’t die.” You can’t help a final giggle at his expense, apparently Benjamin Miller without a filter is quite the character. Finally he closed his eyes, his strong much larger hand still wrapped around your own as he drifted off.

A few moments passed and nobody seemed to know what to say. Every suspicion they’d had, had been confirmed. You hoped to god they weren’t going to tease him about it.

“Don’t make fun of him too badly when he wakes up, fellas.” You mumble awkwardly, your eyes not leaving his face.

“That’s my line.” Will pipes up from his seat when you finally meet his eyes. “My brothers a stubborn guy, he’ll see this as a screwing things up with you Y/N/N.”

“He never said anything. The guy’s impossible to read.”

“Nah, you’re just too close to it, is all.” Will supplied - ever the guiding light in your world recently.

“Well. We’ll see, won't we?” The guys start discussing the fight, about where Ben went wrong - something you didn’t really want to think about for a long time - or in the very least until his shoulder was healed.

Finally during the lull of conversation as they’re both checking their phones you go to ask Will when they’re releasing the giant moron when Santiago finally speaks up. “So, Y/N. You and Ben mind naming one of the kids after me? I figure with 6 of em’ you can spare at least one for the namesake.”

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pettyprocrastination · 3 years

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Werewolf Poly FighterPilot thoughts nobody asked for

Pairing: werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie, the beginnings of werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie x Vampire!reader

Authors note: Happy spooky season everybody! I’ve toyed around with some poly FighterPilot (Benny x frankie) thoughts before and what better time than halloween season to talked about it! In this werewolves can like “smell” a vampire if that makes sense. Like I feel like to werewolves everybody has their own “smell” that they smell and is like “ah! that’s (Name)” if that makes any sense? No? cool. This is just beginning off hcs mostly on frankie and benny and if there’s a demand maybe ill show yall’s relationship together <3 Not edits or beta-read, take it or leave it this is yalls dinner tonight. shitty monster thots from a shitty monster write smooch smooch

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Frankie is the calmer out of the two

Don’t get me wrong, they're both thought out, smart men. They were special ops after all

But Benny is young and impulsive, there are moments where he acts on feelings and feelings alone without thinking of the outcome. “That boy is all heart and no brain.” is what his mother used to say when he was younger.

Their relationship didn’t start until they got out of the military. Before it had been lingering eyes, and some palpable tensions when one of them laughs at a joke and an adrenaline filled physical contact after a close call. But they never spoke on it.

They never said anything while Fish holds Benny’s head in his lap during a particularly bad shift, or the way he cards his fingers through his hair while mumbling “I got you Ben. You’re alright.”

It had been Benny who took the leap after their service together. Calling him up and asking if he wanted to get some dinner together.

“will the guys be there?”

There was a pause. “no, it’ll just be you and me ‘fish, that alright?”

But even then, Catfish was a man of humility and to put it kindly, painfully oblivious. So he didn’t want to assume anything and be wrong.

I mean for fucks sake, this is Will’s brother. These men were his family. His pack. He didn’t want to fuck that up.

it wasn’t until the waitress finally set their plates, well done burgers, no onions on frankie’s and no lettuce on Benny’s, that he finally said something.

“I like you, okay?” The words came so suddenly from the younger Miller that Frankie found himself listening to his heartbeat, that was running wildly in his chest. “I like you a lot, man. And maybe im crazy but I think you like me too.”

Frankie took a moment to simply stare at him. Wide eyed and shocked and fucking ecstatic.

“If im wrong, then shit, im sorry ‘Fish. We can forget this whole thing happened and just go back to normal, alright? But I can’t go another day without saying something.”

He had never seen Benny so nervous before. His usually grin was replaced with a drawn in bottom lip, chewing anxiously and eyes that skittered around the room.

“could you please say something?”

Frankie smiled and knocked his knee against Benny’s.

“You’re cute when you ramble, Miller.”

Benny sat up straighter and scoffed. “Fuck you, man.”

The weren’t being secretive, technically. They just, hadn’t mentioned it to the others.

But Will knew Catfish well, and he knew his brother even better.

Which is why he told them both sternly, as his coach and his brother. “training rule stays the same, alright? No sex before a fight.” and that was that.

A tradition had been made. For full moons and ruts, Benny would accompany Frankie to his cabin out in the woods. Far away from hikers or any nature junkie that would stumble upon it.

“my grandfather made it.” he explained. “we’ve got uh, a long running generation of shifters in the family. He thought it’d be best for us to have a place to escape to, you know? Without worrying about hurting somebody.”

They’d spent the next few days in a haze. Fucking and chasing and hunting like animals together. Before they’d return back home with satisfied smiles and a myriad of marks on their skin to cover up before the others gave them shit for it.

Now they were in love. Committed to each other to the point where Frankie, damn his heart, had caught himself thinking about a potential wedding, far in the future.

But that didn’t mean they were blind. Sure, they noticed other people from time to time. If Frankie saw a man with a bright smile and toned body, he would let his eyes linger. The same way Benny would grin as the waitress paid extra special attention to him while taking their orders.

It’s natural, neither of them caused fights over it. Because at the end of the day they loved each other.

But you, had thrown a wrench in those plans.

The bar had been packed that night. Benny couldn’t figure out why just yet. There was no game on or long expected fight for patrons to bet on and drink themselves dead over. But they were still packed in like sardines, to the point that Frankie found himself hitting shoulders with five people as he went to get drinks for the table.

He had finally waved down the bartender when you walked by.

The interaction didn’t last longer then 7 seconds at the most. You had just been trying to make your way through the crowd.

Hand softly laid on his chest with a mumbles “excuse me, sorry.” and a sympathetic smile thrown to him as you were pressed up against him before slipping between a couple and disappearing.

He tried to remember what he was doing before, but all he did was watch your form blend into the crowd until he couldn’t see you.

Bar. he was at the bar. What was he going to order?

He couldn’t remember, all he was focused on was the way your hands laid on his chest and the way you smelled, fuck you smelled amazing. Rich and smoky and intoxicating.

He felt like it should have tripped some alarm. That there was a crimson red flag waving in front of his face that he couldn’t see cause he was too busy thinking about you and the way it lingered around him.

“hey, buddy!” the bartender snapped him out of his stupor and he stopped himself from growling before he realizes just what was going on. “either order something or fuck off, its a busy night.”

When he came back to the table, nobody seemed to notice. They were all too sucked in to a story Pope was telling about his sister and her trip to Paris.

It wasn’t until Benny wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into Frankie’s space that he froze.

“you know, if you stared at her ass any harder I might've gotten jealous.” He could hear the tease in his voice, there was no anger or resentment.

Frankie swallowed dryly.

“she uh...she smelled funny.”

His boyfriends sharp laugh shook off the fog that clouded his head. Benny always had that affect on him.

They both returned to the conversation at hand, but even Benny could smell the sweet aroma that curled around Francisco and found himself enamored with it.

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romanarose · 1 year

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Leather and Lace: Chapter 5

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X Fem!OC

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A/N: I'm so sorry this is just long as hell. I couldn't find a natural end and there was so much I wanted to include. Sorry it took so long. Hopefully a new chatper of Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside will be out this week.

The hat scene is based on a post by @copingchaos and @welcometostayingawake which I will link in at the scene, be sure to give the post a like and reblog!

Final A/N: I want to make a masterlist for this fic but I wanna have some nice art or something for it sooooo if anyone wanna draw something or make a mood board or something for this, I’ll include it in the masterlist and tag/link ur account and any pages you use for your art! Anything sent will be included, even little doodles so don’t be embarrassed!

Chapter Summary: We see Santi and Will's side of the argument when they went inside. Santi and Laci find a special time just for them and have a moment. Laci babysits Rosie will the guys have drinks.

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“Do you have ANY IDEA how close you came to dying, Pope? It’s a goddamn miracle you didn’t get your head blasted open! You and Ben could’ve died! Then what? Do we spit up the money again and give it to your non-existent family and pretend it’s okay? If Ben died, would you just give me a pat on the back and say ‘Oh, sorry!’ and move on?”

Pope couldn’t sleep. The day had riled him up too much. Him and Will, after Frankie chewed them out, had gone to the kitchen. Santi hated leaving her out on the porch. Hated more how jealous he felt of Benny. But he didn’t want to test Frankie’s patience.

“Is that what this is all about, Will?” Santi crossed him arms at his friend. “Jesus, go to therapy.”

“I don’t need therapy, I need to stop watching my friends get shot!”

“Will you shut up? Frankie is going to fucking kill us as it is.” There was a long, pregnant silence. “Listen, I’m sorry Ben got shot. You know I’m sorry. But Ben agreed with me, he said I should’ve stayed with her… Maybe you should-”

“Don’t tell me to take time out of the field, Pope.”

Santi raised his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. But I think we’re all going to maybe take some time off, Frakie wants to spend time with Rosie, Ben’s got physical therapy-”

“You’ve got the girl. Who you want to spend time with” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

Pope rolled his eyes. “Can you stop being shitty about Laci? I’m trying to help her”

“Oh please” He countered. “You have way past doing your job. You got a thing for her, even if you won’t admit it.”

“She needs help, Will”

“You saved her life, you were supposed to bring her back to the embassy, and be done. Have you ever stopped to consider you are overstepping? Have you ever considered that maybe there's a reason soldiers aren’t supposed to take back trafficking victims to play house?”

Santi shook his head. He had considered that, of course. “That’s not what's happening here.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t fuck her if you had the chance?” Will challenged.

Santi pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting off topic here.” He diverted. “We’re here because you’re being a dick to her”

There was a pause and Santi watched a boatload of emotions dance across Will’s face as he searched for a smart ass answer. When nothing came, he simply agreed. “I know.”

“Then why are you being like this? I know you know damn well this isn’t her fault, and knowing you, you are going to start feeling really shitty about how you treated her.”

Will groaned dramatically. “I don’t know man! I know I can’t blame her for what happened but my subconscious does anyway.”

Santiago’s lips smirked up a bit at that. “Subconscious, huh? You sure you haven't been the therapy?”

Will flicked Santi’s head. “No, I took psych in high school.”

“Nerd.”

The men stood in silence, feeling better but also not feeling like everything had been spoken.

Will broke the silence again. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Santi knew he was sincere, but he also knew he had a duty to her. “Well you’re going to have to help it, man.” Santi crossed his arms. “Because for the time being, she’s going to be here, and if you want to be around me, you’ll have to be around her. And if you’re going to be around us, you’re going to have to be nice, because I’m not putting up with it anymore.”

Will closed his eyes “I know.”

“That girl has been kidnapped, raped, beaten, and god knows what else this last year, I’m not letting her put up with you bullshit too.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Will opened his eyes to look at Santi. He knew the protectiveness his friend felt over the girl was partially due to the loss of his sister, but he couldn’t help but feel there was another attachment here.

“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to her.” He nodded out the door.

Will gave a short laugh. “You gonna leave me alone with her long enough to apologize?”

“If you promise to behave.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” Will headed for the door.

Laci said things were good, that they’d made it. She didn’t go into details and he didn’t ask. That was their business. But right now, he couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t abnormal, he didn’t sleep a lot. Right now, all he could think of was Tom’s head with blood oozing out. Santi shook his head like an etch-a-scetch, and stood up to get some food. Unsurprisingly, Laci was up watching Friends.

He popped back into his room to pull shorts over his boxers and a white tee shirt, mumbling. “Even’n Lace.” As he rubbed his eyes, walking behind the couch in the living room. Lace turned around, hopping up on her legs, looking over the couch. He sees the movement, and looks over to find her eyes following him. He could swear she was looking at his butt. He smirked at her “Need something?”

Her eyes flicked up to his, embarrassed at having been caught, she turned back to the tv and sat down.

“Ah, c’mon Munacita, I’m only teasing.” He waited until she glanced back at him. “You hungry”

She shrugged and smiled. ‘I could eat’

Santi heated up some pizza rolls, and brought a plate over to her. “Bon appetit, mademuasel.”

She grinned at him as she accepted the plate.

“G’night” Santiago began walking back to his room with his plate.

“Santiago?” She called after him, causing him to turn around.

“Yes?”

She nodded over to the seat next to her on the couch, and raised her eyebrows. ‘Join me?’

Santi knew damn well this was a slippery slope. He knew, really, that he shouldn't be indulging her in her little flirts. But she looked at him with her big hopefully eyes, how could he deny her like that? “Yeah, sure Lace” He sat down at the other end of the couch. “But we aren’t watching Friends.”

Laci grinned at him, bouncing over to sit next to him and handing him the remote. “Well you can’t sleep…” She spoke softly. “What do you watch?”

Santi was thankful for the dim lights, he was sure his embarrassment would show. “I um… it’s kinda silly”

She nudged him, urging him on.

“I like to watch old sitcoms”

Laci laughed at this. She smiled, shaking her head ‘That’s not silly’ She pointed at Friends still on the TV.

“Friends isn’t old!” Santiago insisted, suddenly very aware of their age gap, making him feel even more ashamed of the thoughts that had been creeping into his head.

She gave him a pointed look. “It’s older than me.”

Fuck, that made him feel old. “I meant, really old sitcoms. Dick Van Dyke, I love Lucy.”

She nodded to the TV while nuzzling up next to him. “Relax.” She told him, and he tried.

A few hours later, he wondered how he got there. How had Santi ended up laying down, stretched out on the couch, with Laci asleep in his arms?

That’s how they found themselves more nights than not. Santiago would join Laci on the couch, and slowly their bodies would come together, and she’d fall asleep in his arms in various entanglements. There was something natural in it. There was a bit of desire on Santi’s part, how could he not, with a party blonde girl in his arms?

When she woke up the first morning, Laci smiled at him. She looked at Santi like they were lovers waking up on a lazy Sunday morning. Laci climbed off of him as he stood up. Santi’s thoughts were racing. Why did he do that? Why did he let her lay on him? Why did he wrap his arms around her? Why didn't he get up? But when he looked at her all sleepy and smiling at him, he couldn’t find it to feel as guilty as he should’ve.

She looked at him, touching her back.

“Does your back hurt?” He asked

She shook her head and pointed at him. ‘No, does yours?’

Oh. She had been asking about him. “No, actually I feel great. I haven't slept that well in…” years. He thought. Santi didn’t finish the sentence. He changed the subject as he stood up. “Well, the whole day is free. No doctors, no therapy, nothing. What do you wanna do?”

Laci thought for a moment and shrugged.

“C’mon, we can do anything you want. Whole day, up to you, what grand plans do you have?”

Laci considered his words. After a moment, she made scissors with her fingers and went to her hand.

“A hair cut?!” Santi chuckled. “We can do anything, and you want a hair cut?”

She blushed, but shrugged.

“Okay, Munecita. A haircut it is.”

Santi had her pick wherever she wanted for breakfast. Starbucks, IHOP, some fancy brunch place, it was up to her. He tried to express that money was no issue, but wasn’t sure how to go about that without sounding like he was bragging. The moment he got the money, he was set for life. He could have lived in luxery without working a day in his life. But he did work. He needed something to do. They all did, needed something to take their minds off the horrors. Benny still fought. Fought in matches and in bars. Frankie had his beautiful daughter, Santi’s god daughter. Frankie also had coke, something that no one dared bring up. Will always seemed like he had it together, focusing on field work and making sure Benny didn’t get himself killed. Seemed like he had it together, until he didn’t. Incidents like this last week were reminders that Will had a lot of guilt over Tom’s death that no one addressed. And Santi? Santi had work. Constant work. He always had something going on, something to distract him from everything he had seen and done… and hadn’t done.

He knew that the guys thought, or at least wondered if that's what Laci was. A project. But Santi didn’t think so. There was so much more he wanted to know about her, wanted to do with her, time he wanted to spend…

Santiago went to a barber for his hair, but Benny had a recommendation for a hair stylist. He promised that she wouldn’t make a big deal about Laci not talking.

“You must be Benjamin’s friends! I’m Brit. You can take a seat at the first chair, I’ll be with you in a sec, hon” The stylist called over to Laci, then looked at Santi. “You getting a hair cut too? You look like you could use it.” She teased while washing items in the sink. “Nay has some free time, could squeeze you in?”

“No thanks, I’m-” Santo started, but felt a nudge. Laci was looking up at him, grinning and nodding. She looked so excited, how could he deny her. He sighed with a smile. “Okay, yeah I suppose I could use a trim.”

“Excellant!”

Santi walked over to where Brit was cleaning. “Hey uh, did Ben talk to you about her at all?”

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, he told me how y’all found her. Horrible. Don’t worry, her cut is on the house.”

Santiago shook his head. “No, no I’m paying for hers, don’t worry ‘bout that. Thing is, she doesn’t talk much. Sometimes at all, she has pictures for what she wants, but she can’t really reply unless it’s yes or no…”

“Don’t worry hon, I understand, I’ll keep it simple.”

He smiled. “Thank you.” Santi began walking away, but turned around. “Is there any like… hair treatments or something… nice? I asked her what she wanted to do today, all she asked for was a hair cut… Is there anything I can add to make it nicer for her?”

Brit gave him a knowing look. “Yeah, I’ll check out her hair, see what she needs.”

Laci and Santi spent the next few hours in the chairs, it was almost like a spa day. Much of Laci’s hair had been damaged from a year of no care and malnutrition, so she got much of it cut off, holding up a picture for reference on the phone Santi had bought her.. Brit had opted for a keratin treatment to strengthen her hair. Laci had asked (via her notes app) about highlights, but Brit was concerned about the integrity of her hair at the moment, and suggested they come back in a few months and recommended hair skin and nails pills.

Santi got a trim, and Laci gave him pleading eyes to get the keratin treatment. Nay suggested he get a deep conditioning for his curls, and Laci allowed it. Together, they relaxed as the soft music played. Nay and Brit were thankful for not having to make conversation, and Santi secretly enjoyed being pampered.

“Jeez, whatever you and Benny do for work, if you wanna send more coworkers my way, feel free”

Santi had left a generous tip, and he knew Benny would’ve as well. They were very popular wherever they were regulars at.

The next two weeks were something akin to domestic. During the day, they took turns cooking for each other. Well, “cooking” Santi could get by with a few Guatemalan recipes, but he tended to rely on burgers, microwave food, and pastas. He generally was in charge of lunch. Laci took on dinner. She was better at cooking than him. Some recipes, a white girl from St. Louis probably wouldn’t know, and Santi figured she had learned in her year of captivity. It occurred to him that they never really talked about what happened. He supposed that's what her therapists were for. Laci had given him access to all her medical and psych records, something Santi never took advantage of or even asked for. Laci had given permission for her psych to talk to Santi about what they talked about, she signed everything away to Santi. He was all she had. He could, if he wanted, find out everything they had done. But Santiago didn’t want to find out that way. If she wanted him to know, she could tell him. He didn’t want to invade her privacy. She deserved to be allowed secrets, even if she had given up her rights to any.

More nights than not, she fell asleep in his arms. it had become routine. If they couldn’t sleep, they’d meet on the couch and watch old sitcoms. More nights than not, she laid on his chest. And tonight? Tonight he was regretting it. Not regretting it enough to stop, however. Not enough to move, to get up, to get away from her. Not when she was so close to him. Laci had sat up on his chest, her hands tracing over his face. He was tired, too tired, and the soft glow of TV bounced off her face. She was beautiful. Her haircut was chin length, a style that worked well for her straight blonde hair. Despite his best judgment, he reached up to touch her face. Laci’s fingers trailed his hairline, his cheekbones, his jaw, and softly over his bottom lip. He fought her urge to take her fingers in his mouth, but this was more innocent. Something pure, delicate and new. He didn’t want to ruin what was happening, even if he knew he should walk away. Her skin was still pale, but had gained color in its cheek’s, a bit of pink on her face that matched the shade of her lips. A shade that matched the color of pink she generally likes to wear.

Laci leaned into his touch, and before he could stop himself, he lifted his face to hers. For a moment, their lips merely brushed together, an air of hesitancy like a teenage crush, like a first kiss stifled by nervousness and awkward touches. Finally, the hand on her face gently entwined in her thin hair, bringing her to his mouth ever-so carefully. It wasn’t a demand, it wasn’t an insistence, it was a guide. ‘Come here’ it said ‘let me love you, please’. The kiss was a plea. ‘Let me love you, let me love you, let me love you’ from who to whom, Santi didn’t know. Was Santiago asking to let him protect her and love her and help her, or was Laci asking him to open up, to know and be known by him.

There was no tongue, no fever, no wet, hot kisses and lascivious touching. Just his lips on hers, slow and kind, her gentle touch on her face begging him not to pull away. He only did so for moments long enough to check on her, only to see her smiling dreamily at him before one of them went back to the languid affection. There was a tightness in his chest, nervous to be seen so openly. It was a vulnerability he really shared. His job, the way he lived his life, had prevented him from normal relationships. This felt like a new start, a brand new thing not only with them, not only between him and the pretty girl in his arms, but within himself. There was something in him that had been laid to the ground with every military move, everyone had had to kill, everyone he watched be killed. Every kiss he planted on her lips brought new life; the hand in her head secured her to him, begged her to stay, stay, stay with me Laci, please. Something that had been burried deeper with every time he watched his friends get shot, every member of his family who died, all that was being brought to the surface with every faint, soft brush of her lips and the tender touch of her hand on his stubbled face. He didn’t want to stop. He wondered if he could stop time, what he would give to keep them like this, safe in each other’s arms for ever.

But he did stop, he had to. If he didn’t, he’d take things further. He would already regret this in the morning, he didn’t need to give into every carnel desire he had. Laci smiled, giving him one last kiss on the cheek before laying her head down on his chest. Tomorrow was for regret; tomorrow was for feeling shitty. Tonight was for nothing but thoughts of her lips, and the comforting touch of her hand.

The next day

“You two ready yet?” Will called out to Santiago and Laci in the doorway. Will was the DD for tonight.

Ben was already half drunk. “LET’S GOOOOOO”

“Benny, shut the fuck up or I swear to god I’m leaving you here”

“Hey!” Santiago Garcia emerged from his room. “You’re not leaving a drunk Ben alone in my house.”

“He’s gonna get in a fucking fight tonight and I’m too sober to deal with this.”

Santi patted his friend on his back. This was Will’s apology for being a dick at the BBQ.

Laci practically skipped out of her room. She wore white overalls over her pink undershirt, and was beaming. Frankie had asked her to babysit Rosie so the guys could have a few hours out. Santi had he feeling it was primarily for Laci’s benefit, but he was nervous. Him and Laci had been attached at the hip since the moment he found her, hardly being separated. She always had him in the room with her for doctors, and if she was in therapy, he stayed in the waiting room. For any meeting for social workers and things of that sort, he was always in the room, translating or relaying messages, depending on how verbal she was that day. This was the first time they would be separated by anything more than a few yards.

“Frankie is going to fucking kill you” Santi commented when he saw the hat Benny was wearing. It said ‘women want me, fish fear me’ from some tik tok audio.

Benny grinned. “I’m counting on it!”

“You change your goddamn ringtone yet?”

“Absolutely not!” Benny had set his ringtone to “Benny and the Jet’s” months ago, and it was driving the guys insane. Laci seemed to think it was funny. Every time it went off while they watched Always Sunny, Santi groaned, and Laci giggled.

Will started to drag Ben back to the Jeep. “Who still has a ringtone anymore?” He mutters as everyone loads up, heading to Frankies next.

Laci held Santi’s hand as she usually did when they left their house, but as soon as Laci spotted Rosie, his hand and him became irrelevant. She scooped the toddler off the floor, and began whispering praises to the giggling girl. She talked to Rosie more than Santi.

“Two peas in a pod” Frankie commented and he put the food on the high chair. Then he spotted Benny’s hat. “Take that god damn shit off!” He tried to grabbed it off Ben’s head.

Ben yelped but doged Frankies grasp. He ran around the counters, tailed by Fish, mimicking the audio. “Women want me, Fish fears me”

Frankie chased the boy around the living room.“I don’t fear shit, Jackass, fuck off” Frankie grabbed the hat off Ben’s head.

“Hey!” The whole group of men turned to see Laci covering Rosie’s ears. She nodded to the baby. “Language” she scolded.

“Yeah, Fish, l a n g u a g e!” and took his hat back.

Frankie sighed, one battle at a time. He turned to Laci. “This is her dinner, she’ll fight you over it for a while but I promise she’ll eat it, just gotta keep at her. If she gets too messy you can give her a bath, but I think she’ll be okay. Bedtime is 7, but she gets really excited with new people, so if she doesn’t go to sleep, don’t sweat it. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or whatever, remote for the TV is on the coffee table. Don’t worry about dishes or anything. Any questions?”

Laci looked like she was mentally noting everything in her brain. She shook her head.

“Great. Any questions, you have my number, you can text Santi if that’s easier. I’ll set the security before I go, theres camera’s in the living room. Not that I don’t trust you, I don’t trust the outside. Years of military makes me paranoid.”

Laci nodded, smiling and still holding the little girl.

Santi spoke up. “I think I’m gonna sit tonight out guys.”

Everyone, including Laci, turned to him.

“What?” Ben asked.

“I’m kinda tired, I think I’ll just stay in with Lace and Rosie tonight”

“You stay in with Laci EVERY NIGHT, Pope.” The shots Benny had taken had loosened his mouth. “Jesus Christ she’ll be okay for a few hours.”

“No, that's not it-”

Ben scoffed loudly “Oh yes it is! Come one, give her a little freedom”

Santi glared at Ben’s comment. “Freedom? Ben, I’m not keeping her captive.”

Laci handed Rosie to Will, who took her with a smile and a kiss. Laci took Santi’s hand and dragged the irritated man to the hall. “Santi, it’s okay. I can handle a one year old”

He sighed, momentarily distracted by her pink lips, that only last night were on his. “I know you can, I just…”

“I know I havn’t…” Laci shuffled a bit. “I don’t really let you go anywhere, I don’t want to keep you back…” She looked up at him, her thoughtful blue eyes on him.

He softened for her. “Oh Lace, no, you aren’t keeping me back, not at all. I… I enjoy our time… together…” he trialed off, both of them thinking about last night, the kiss… neither had talked about it.

“Santi, I promise it’ll be okay. I’ll text you if anything goes wrong, or if I get anxious or something, okay?”

Santi considered this. It had been a long time since he had a chance to get loose with the guys, and Ben and Frankie promised to provide some entertainment… “Okay, yeah, just… keep me updated, okay?”

She lit up at that. “I promise”

They walked out of the hall, everyone turned to them, Laci smiled “Parties on.”

With a loud bunch of cheers from the guys, everyone got ready to go. Frankie gave Rosie a bunch of kisses and when everyone else had left, Santi kissed Laci on the cheek. “Have fun.” and tickled Rosie before he left. Benny absolutely saw that.

A few hours and a few shots in, Ben brought it up. “So, you two finally kissing” He said out of nowhere.

Everyone turned to Santi, whose cheeks were flushed with a bit of pink. “What are you talking about, jackass.”

“Everyone’s calling me a jackass tonight!” He exclaimed. Benny wiggled his eyebrows. “I saw you kiss her when we left.”

“What?” Will exclaimed. Frankie was not surprised.

“Listen” Santi defended himself. “It was a kiss on the cheek” there was a pause, as no one seemed to beleive him. “There might have been… some kissing last night.” A loud ooooooo from Ben. “No, no, not like that. And I should havn’t done that” Santi shook his head. “That’s not why I took her in.”

“Well…” Will started, but stopped, hesitating.

“Whatever it is, say it.” Santi groaned, finishing his drink and ordering another round for the guys sans Will.

“I just mean, it’s not the only reason. But I think it was somewhere in the back of your mind.”

Santi looked indignant. “I didn’t move her in to coerce her into sex, Will”

“I didn’t say that!” He raised his hands defensively. “I just mean, she’s a pretty girl, you’re a good looking guy who has been very nice to her,” he stifled a smirk “it’s natural that theres gonna be some… attraction.” Will tried to remain polite.

“Listen.” Santi scrubbed his face. “I’m well aware that she might find me…” He tried to find the right words without sounding braggadocious. “Appealing” he said he a smile, earning laughs from the guys. “But” he got more serious. “I don’t want her to feel like she is obligated to do anything.”

“Santi.” It was Fish’s turn. “I don’t think she feels like that. You treat her like a porcelain doll, she feels safe with you.”

Santi wasn’t relenting. “And I plan on keeping it that way. Lace is still in a high emotional state, I don’t know if she’s thinking clearly, and I’m not going to take advantage of that.”

Ben took another shot. “So what you’re saying is, when she gets more settled, you would go for it”

The alcohol flowed through Santi, taking back his usual inhibitions when he spoke. A smile quipped up at his lips. “All I’m saying is… I enjoy spending time with her, and I wouldn’t mind if she wanted toooooo, continue that” Oh yeah. Yeah he was drunk.

This evoked a round of cheers from the guys, and Frankie ordering more drinks.

A ding on Santi’s phone. When he looked at the screen he smiled.

Frankie looked over. “Everything alright with our girls?”

Our girls

“Yeah, they are great.” He show Frankie, then Benny and Will the picture. Rosie was fast asleep in her bed, Laci laying next to her smiling. Yeah, he was saving that picture.

Laci woke up on the couch, Will very softly whispering for her to wake up, careful not to scare her. “Hey”

Laci gave a sleepy little wave, but was concerned there was no Santi.

“Listen, I just got Frankie to bed, Santi is… drunk off his ass.” He chuckled. “Let’s get you guys home so I get throw Ben on his front porch and be done with him.”

Laci’s face falters, and Will assured her he was joking and would get Ben to bed safely. She stood up, glancing over to the room Rosie was in.

“I already checked on her, but you can say goodbye if you want.”

Laci shook her head, she didn’t want to wake her.

When she got in the car, it was clear Santi and Ben were DRUNK drunk. Will had shoved them in the back, opening the passenger door for Laci. The whole ride home, Ben and Santi alternated music. Despite his earlier insistence that he didn’t like Luis Fonsi, he sure sang No me Doy Por Vecino loud as hell. Benny did too, even if he couldn’t pronounce the words. Laci looked over to the older Miller, who was glancing at his brother and his friend in the rearview mirror as they screeched out ‘Una senal del destino’ the top of their lungs, gripping to each other dramatically. Will was not as irritated as he pretended to be. He turned to see Laci catching him smiling.

“They’re funny.” He defended.

Will practically had to carry Santi’s short body to the bed. Laci was grateful for him, there was no way she’d get him there. She took off his shoes as Will practically forced him to drink water.

“STOP WATER BOARDING ME!” Santi half yelled, half laughed.

“I’M NOT WATER BOARDING YOU, I’M TRYING TO HELP YOUR HANGOVER AFTER ALL THOSE SHOTS, DUMBASS”

Laci stood up, gesturing for the cup. She stood over Santiago, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Will watched as she held the cup to his lips with one hand, and carefully coaxed his head back with the other. The way Santi looked up at her… he was done for. Laci had his wrapped around her finger, and likely had from the moment he saw her. His large brown eyes watched her face as she watched the cup, far more careful with him than Will had been. Santi drank every bit of the water, and Laci patted his head, leaning into whisper “good job, baby“ Suddenly, she looked up, turning around to see Will. She had forgotten he was there. Santi laid down on the bed, mumbling something in Spanish they couldn’t understand.

His face flushed a deep pink as her eyes widened in panic.

“Hey, hey,” Will Miller held up his hands, before pretending to zip his mouth shut. He mimiacked locking his mouth, handing over the key to her. Laci smiled and tentatively took the metaphorical key, tucking it in he roveral pocket.

“You guys gonna be okay here?”

Laci nodded.

“Okay, call me me if he asphyxiates on his vomit or something.” Pope had put all the guys numbers in her phone as soon as he bought it, incase of emergencies.

She looked panicked again.

“Oh! Oh no, I was joking. Sorry, dry humor.”

This didn't comfort her. Now she was worried about him choking.

He sighed, but smiled. “Here” Will moved Santi to his side. “If he’s on his side, he’ll be fine” Will promised.

Feeling better, Laci nodded

“Okay, I’m gonna get going. Leaving a drunk Ben alone is a bad idea, he’s probably fighting a racoon as we speak.

Laci laughed and waved goodbye.

When he was out the door, she locked it behind him and set up Santi’s extensive security system. She went back to check on him, sitting on the edge of the bed. When was sure he was asleep, she played with his beautiful, thick hair. “Thank you for everything. I don’t say it enough, but thank you. I owe you everything. Te amo.” A kiss on his forehead. “Te amo, Santiago” Laci climbed into the other side of the bed, not wanting to leave him alone. Will’s joke had worried her. She was going to watch out for him the way he watched out for her.

**************

I hope y'all liked the kiss bc I wanted to write it really fucking sweet. Their first kiss was impulsive, but I wanted this to be slow, deliberate.

I used a piccrew maker to make how I picture Laci when she was found, and then after she had been with Santi and got her hair cut this chapter, which you can find here for reference

Also I'm working on a spotify playlist for this fic, if you have any suggestions go ahead and comment! Its gonna have leather and lace by stevie nicks (duh) some luis fonsi (duh) Selena, etc. if you have any songs you feel fit this fic, comment them here!

Also, writing dialoge that switched between 4/5 people is hard, im sorry if it was confusing.

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Relationship: Frankie Morales x Reader

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The music was loud.

Why did it have to be so loud?

The was not his usual scene even if the music was to his taste but Benny and Will had dragged him out for what they'd promised to be a night of fun. This was not what he considered fun. He knew why they were doing it. He'd been wallowing since his girlfriend of four years had upped and left him a few months back. He knew he needed to move on but he had been struggling to do that. He was starting to think there was no hope for him when it came to love.

He was damaged goods.

He was an ex-army pilot with little or nothing to show for it. Sure he had a few medals but he also had PTSD and was a recovering coke addict.

What a catch.

He sipped on his beer as the Miller brothers talked about Ben's upcoming fights and how Will's wedding plans were coming along. Frankie had tuned out a while ago, choosing to just stare at the torn label on his budweizer.

"Hey, Fish." Ben nudged, trying to get the man's attention "Yo, Catfish." He said a little louder, finally catching the man's attention.

"What?"

"Curvy Latino chick checking you out," Will stated, motioning with his head and Frankie looked around to see you smiling sweetly at him as you sipped at your drink.

"She's way to young for me." Frankie scoffed and the boys groaned

"You're not that old Fish!" Ben argued.

"Coming from the guy who's in his early thirties." Frankie gibed and Will groaned.

"You're only two years older than me so does that make me old?" Will asked and Frankie just shook his head.

"Go on." Ben pushed "It doesn't have to turn into anything serious."

"I dunno."

"God, you're lame." Ben mocked and Frankie just gave him the finger before returning to his beer.

...

"Who do you keep staring at?" Your friend asked as her eyes followed your gaze to a table where three guys were sitting "Oooo, they're hot. Which blonde you got your eye on?"

"Not the blondes." You said simply, taking a sip of your bud.

"Hat dude?" She asked and you nodded shyly.

"Looks a little old." She said and your brows drew together as you shook your head.

"I don't think so."

"Well go speak to him!" She pushed and you simply shook your head again.

"He won't be interested in me."

"Why the hell not?" Your friend exclaimed and you sighed.

"Because he's hot and I'm not... Guys like him don't go for fat girls like me."

...

"Come on Frank, she's been checking you out all night." Ben drove "She's clearly into you so just go and talk to her."

"She's got to be like half my age." He scoffed and Ben gave his brother an exasperated look.

"If she was half your age, she wouldn't be here." Will pointed out "Seriously man what's stopping you? You deserve to have fun."

"I need another beer." Was all Fish could say before he got up from the table and made his way over to the bar.

...

This was your chance. You watched him as he got up and walked to the bar and then you noted how your drink had run dry.

"I'm going to get another drink." You said, smiling at your friend "Another?"

"I'm good." She said as she waved her almost full bottle at you.

"Okay. Be right back." You said before making your wave over to the bar and standing next to the man who'd been the object of your desires all evening.

He was even more gorgeous up close. Soft brown curls that poked out from beneath his hat and a strong jaw that had your mouth watering. Your moment was disturbed when a drunk guy barged into you from behind and you were forced into the man you admired, leading him to spill his drink all over the bar.

"Shit... Sorry I... The guy pushed me and I-"

"It's fine." The man assured you as he grabbed a napkin to mop the beer that had spilt onto his hand.

"Let me get you another." You pleaded "It's the least I can do."

"Seriously it's..." He stopped in his tracks when he realised who you were.

Up close you were even prettier than he'd expected and he felt his heart race as looked at you. Suddenly he'd run out of things to say.

"Please." You pleaded with your big eyes and he found he couldn't say no to you.

"Sure." He managed to say finally and you grinned at him.

"Great." You beamed before asking the barman for two more beers, silently psyching yourself up to talk to him again "Can I confess something to you?"

He just looked at you like a fish out of water and you chuckled before taking that as an invitation to continue.

"Well, I've been trying to pluck up the courage to come talk to you for most of the night. I don't usually do this sort of thing."

"Really?" He asked, a little taken aback.

'Yeah, I uh... Well, you're really hot and-"

"Wanna dance?" He asked and you were shocked by his question.

"S-sure." You said, picking up your beer and taking a large swig before accepting his hand and heading to the dance floor just as 'Pour some sugar on me' started to blast through the speakers.

You were then more shocked at how good he was. At first glance, he didn’t seem like the dancing type but then he was pulling you against him and swaying his hips in time with the music, his mouth cemeteries away from your neck. You felt yourself get lost in this moment with him, your body flush against him as he led your movements. Suddenly you felt a wave of confidence flow over you and you turned in his arms, eyes flitting between his, and his lips.

Then the distance was closed.

His lips were soft and he tasted like the beer he’d been drinking. His moustache was a new feeling for you but one you welcomed as you moaned into the kiss, an ache starting to grow between your thighs. The kiss started to get more passionate and you knew then that you had to have him. Even if it was just for one night.

Cheering pulled you both from the kiss and you both looked in unison at his two blonde friends cheering the two of you on.

“Get in there Fishsticks!!” Ben cheered and Frankie rolled his eyes.

“Fishsticks?” You questioned, smirking at him.

“My name’s Francisco… or Frankie if you like.” He said, looking at you shyly and you smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Francisco.” You purred, giving him your own name in return “Would you like to get out of here?… My apartment's only two blocks over.”

“Shit, really?” He practically panted, eyes darkening as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.

“Wanna show me what else you can do with these hips?” You asked, surprising yourself with your confidence.

“Shit.” He groaned before kissing you again and you chuckled against his lips.

“Take that as a yes?”

His eager nodding was all you needed. You told him you were going to let your friend know you were leaving and he did the same. Five minutes later you were both sprinting out of the club, stopping every few moments to kiss each other breathless.

When you finally made it to your apartment, you’d only just made it through the front door before he was on you. His lips were on your neck as his hands travelled over the dips and valleys of your body, pulling musical sounds from you. Normally you'd be conscious of the fact that your stomach wasn't flat and that your thighs were thick but the way he looked at you seemed to wash away all those anxieties. The more skin he revealed, the more ravenous he seemed to be for you.

Clothes were removed and left haphazardly all over the apartment as the two of you stumbled to your bedroom. You both giggled and moaned as you bumped into things and kissed each other to distraction, collapsing onto your bed. Your heart sped up as he kissed down your body, lavishing your plump breasts and nipples with attention before making his way down to where you wanted him most.

"Fuck." You groaned as he dove in face first, licking and sucking at your centre as he slipped two thick fingers into your heat.

He grinned against you as you writhed beneath him, singing his name as you crested. Then you were grabbing at him, desperate to feel him and he was happy to grant it. As he slipped inside of you and swallowed your moans, you both felt complete, like you’d been each other's missing piece all this time. He took it slow at first. The gentle rocking of his hips allows you to adjust to him but before long you’re begging him to fuck you harder. Then he’s fucking you into the mattress and you’re at his mercy. He pulls sounds from you that you’ve never made before and pulls more orgasms from you than you can count.

Finally, when he’s nearing his own, he switches angles one final time and rubs your clit, eyes stripping you bear with his dark gaze.

“One more Hermosa.” He purred and that was all it took to have you cumming around him again. Pulling him right along with you.

Then he collapsed bonelessly onto the bed beside you and you rolled on your side to face him. You gazed at each other for a while, smiling sweetly as you admired one another.

“Wanna stay?” You asked, grinning at him “I have bacon and make a mean cup of coffee.”

“Sounds great.”

2 weeks later…

“You heard from that chick from the club at all?” Asked Ben over breakfast before stuffing his mouth full of bacon.

Frankie simply shook his head. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed that he’d not heard from you but you’d never said it was more than that. The following morning had been just as perfect. You'd cooked him a lovely breakfast and chatted to him as if he'd always been there, it had felt so natural. He'd dared allow himself to think that perhaps something more could happen between the two of you but in reality, he'd shared an incredible night with you and that was all it was to be.

Was probably for the best.

“You could call her?” Will suggested and Frankie sighed.

“I don’t have her number. I gave her mine and she said she’d text me.” The man said, unable to hide how dejected he felt “Guess it just meant more to me.”

“She could still text!” Will said and Frankie shrugged.

“Yeah maybe.”

…

You read and re-read your message over and over and over. It would be so easy to just press send but you were nervous.

It had been two weeks since you’d shared that amazing night with Frankie. You’d told him you would text him but then work got busy and before you knew it a fortnight had passed. Taking a deep breath, you hovered your thumb over the send icon and pressed it, praying your message would be well received.

…

Frankie’s attention was grabbed by his phone lighting up. Knowing it was probably one of the guys he ignored it at first but when it dinged a few hours later, his interest was piqued. It was from a number he didn’t recognise but when he opened the message, his heart sped up.

The message started along with your name.

I know this is a little late and I’m super sorry. Work got mad and before I knew it… well, anyway, I had an amazing night with you and I was kinda hoping that you’d maybe like to go out for dinner with me sometime? Completely understand if you don’t want to but thought I’d ask.

He smiled at your message, feeling his heart flutter at it and then he saw the next message you’d sent.

Message received

He started to panic then. He definitely wanted to go out to dinner with you but now you were sitting in your apartment thinking the opposite. So he didn’t hesitate to message you back.

Hi, sorry, I only just saw this!

He started, trapping his lip between his teeth as he continued his text to you.

Don’t worry about it, life gets in the way. I would love to go to dinner with you.

He waited a moment before three little dots appeared in the corner. Smiling as he awaited his reply.

Hi, shit… wow really?

Popped up and he smirked at it.

Sorry about my earlier message. I regretted sending it as soon as I did it. I’m not needy I swear. I’ve just never asked a guy out before and I got all stupid.

You’re fine. When you free?

Tomorrow night?

Perfect

He was grinning from ear to ear at the knowledge he was going to see you again tomorrow. He’d given up all hope of hearing from you so to see that message from you had given him a boost he didn’t know he needed. He wasn’t sure what would come out of this but he was excited to find out.

…

You had changed your outfit about six times in the last half an hour. You'd agreed on a time and place with Frankie. A small burger joint you knew close by so you didn't need to dress up in anything fancy. Yet you still wanted to impress him. After that night you'd not been able to stop thinking about how everything you'd done together felt so right. Sure he was older than you but that honestly didn't bother you. You knew it was going to bother your parents but you'd be lying if you said you cared about that.

An hour later you were making your way to the restaurant, spotting him standing outside. He was looking around nervously and you couldn't help but smile as you checked him out. He'd made an effort too. Smart burgundy shirt and dark jeans that hugged his cute little ass.

"Hey." You said when you were in earshot of him and he smiled sweetly at you.

"Hey." He replied before the two of you shared a look, caught in a moment before you both just went for it.

The kiss was exactly how you'd remembered it. Soft yet firm and you felt yourself melt into it as he pulled you closer. Then it ended and you were both left breathless as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Missed you too." You chuckled and he grinned at you.

"Shall we?" He asked as he motioned to the door and you nodded before heading in as he held the door open for you.

You were both seated in a booth that allowed you to sit together as you talked about your lives. You learned that he was ex-army. That he'd flown helicopters and that he was now flying choppers for a local sky tours company. He seemed to enjoy the work.

"Still get to fly but I don't get shot at anymore." He joked and you smiled at that.

You then told him about how you had moved here from Brazil when you were six but you were still fluent in Portuguese. He then told you about his Chilean roots and how he had moved here at a similar age. As the evening went on, you learned that you both shared a lot in common. You liked the same books, movies, music, food... even cleaning brands. Talking to him was the easiest thing in the world and he felt the same about you but there was one thing that was hanging over his head.

"So, what do you want?" He asked and your brow pulled together in obvious confusion "Like, what are your plans for the future?"

"Are you asking me if I want this to become something serious?" You pushed and he shrugged.

"I'm a lot older than you." He stated plainly "You have so much ahead of you. You don't want to waste your time on a washed-up ex-soldier like me."

"What makes you think that?"

"I just know." He said sadly and your heart broke for him a little.

"Francisco." You started, taking his hand "I know I'm young but trust me when I tell you that I want something serious. I've dated and I've been let down and I don't want that anymore. I want something solid and I think that I can have that with you... Well if you want that too."

"I do." He said, almost too quickly and you smiled at him "I'm ready for it all."

"Good." You replied with a smile "Me too!"

...

2 years later...

You weren't sure how you were going to explain this one. As you stared at the two positive pregnancy tests in your hand you could laugh at your situation.

You and Frankie had dove head first into serious. Within two months of dating you had moved in with him and then a month after that you had discovered you were pregnant with your now one-year-old daughter. He had taken to fatherhood amazingly and he was her favourite, as much as you hated to admit it. Now here you were, pregnant again.

Now you had always wanted to have more than one kid. You just hoped you'd have a decent age gap between the two of them. Yet here you were... 4 - 5 weeks along with another surprise baby. You just hoped that Frankie would be happy about it.

Two hours later, Frankie walked through the front door and beamed at the screaming welcome Alicia gave him.

"Well hello to you, Princesa." He gushed as he pulled her into his arms and placed a loving kiss on her cheek.

You walked in as she scrunched her face and giggled, grinning at the interaction between them. You made your way over to him and gave him a soft kiss only to roll your eyes when Alicia slapped her hand on your lips in an attempt to part you.

"No te pongas celosa, niña." (Don’t get jealous, baby girl) He warned and she grinned at him "How was your day baby?" He asked as he followed you into the kitchen and placed Alicia in her highchair.

"Eventful." You replied, returning your cooking.

"Makes two of us." He chuckled as he peered over your shoulder to see what you were making "New recipe?" He asked and you nodded.

"Mhmm." You replied, eyeing the recipe book "Take a look." You said motioning to the book "It sounded nice."

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he made his way over to the counter where the book sat, opening it to the page and his eyes growing wide. He didn't say anything for a few tense moments and you felt your stomach twist a little with nerves.

"Baby." He said finally and you turned to face him, noting the test in your hand "Are you..." He trailed off as he studied it a little closer before his eyes finally drifted up to you "Are we pregnant?"

"Mhmm." You said, chewing your bottom lip as you awaited his reaction.

You didn't have to wait long.

He dropped the test on the counter and was on you in three long strides. Kissing you hard as he let out a choked sob. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and placed a hand on your stomach, grinning like a crazy man as he stroked it with his thumb.

"So you're okay with this?" You asked and he laughed.

"I am more than okay with it Hermosa." He sobbed as he pulled his head back to look at you "I am the happiest man alive right now."

...

This pregnancy came with different stresses. The further along you got, the more worried Frank became about supporting his growing family. He started to take extra shifts and odd jobs, the money helping get you all ready for daughter number two but as time went on he started to struggle.

So he turned to extreme measures to keep him going.

Two months before your daughter was due he was grounded. You'd been shocked to learn that he'd been taking coke to keep him going. You weren't sure how to react. On the one hand, you knew he'd just been trying to provide for you all but on the other... He's chosen to coke in order to do that. You had learned from the Millers that it hadn't been the first time Frankie had turned to the white powder. After leaving the forces he'd struggled to reintegrate into society and had chosen to numb that pain with coke. This had been hard to swallow. You had thought you knew all there was to know about the man you loved but it turned out you didn't know him as well as you thought.

He had pleaded with you to give him another chance. Begged you not to give up on him and despite your mind telling to that it was a bad idea you stuck with him and he made it his mission to be better. He went to AA meetings and cut the cocaine out of his life cold Turkey. Then on the 1st of July... Mia was born.

She had him wrapped around his little finger from the moment he first saw her and as you'd laid there in that hospital bed, your newborn suckling at your breast he made a vow.

He would never break your trust again.

He would break that promise two months later.

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