#triple frontier boys

[morallyinept]

Frankie's Way - A Francisco Morales One Shot

Summary: When Santi turns up at Fish's door with a lofty proposal, you can't help but see red at the thought of losing your man again. My version of a possible TF2 opener.

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No physical description of reader, it's you, bub.)

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶🌶 "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."

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Explicit: Oral (F receiving) because Frankie is king/ fingering. Some mild violence towards the end. Nothing heavy.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me - you’ve been plenty warned. 

Authors Note: So, listen. I got to thinking, based off of this ramble about the TF2 news yesterday, and in typical Jett fashion, my brain conjured up a scene in where Santi arrives to rope Frankie into the mission, when I was trying to get some shut eye last night. And I couldn't not write it down.

You can also thank @missredherring for this, because I couldn't stop thinking about her added scene with Frankie's missus' part in it too.

There's some mild Spanish. I've not included any translations because there's not a lot, and it's easy enough to Google.

Enjoy! 🖤

MASTERLIST

"She's finally asleep..." Frankie says to you, his voice low and gravelly, as he pulls the door gently behind him.

He rubs his palms listlessly and hovers by the door like a Rottweiler ready to take up a solid position to be on guard there all night. And he would, but you won't allow him to. The separation will be good for him.

"She'll be fine. C'mon, Papi." You tug him by the arm gently as he glances back at the small crack, listening for any snuffle or gurgle that his daughter would make. The fraught, yet forlorn look on his face tugs at your heartstrings, but you're resolute in dragging him to the kitchen. 

It's been a long, arduous process; getting him to put her down in the crib to sleep. More often than not, you've pushed the door open, wondering why he's not in bed with you, to see him on the chair with Gigi asleep on his chest and him dozing off with an uncomfortable crick in his neck that would make him grumpy the next day.

But you miss your man; the absence of him lately in more ways than one. And Gigi needs to learn to sleep without the cradle of her father's protective arms.

It's early in the evening, the sky marred by the onslaught of rain that's been pittering for most of the day, and after some dinner, for which he has a second helping, you and Frankie are curled up on the couch with some modern western love story on in the background about a cowboy and a sheriff.

But you're not paying attention to it. No. Frankie's soft, pliable body is on top of yours gently nipping indented tracks in your neck.

Your fingers scooch down around the hem of his shirt and stroke the soft paunch there that seems more pudgy these days.

You pinch it and he groans with a smile. "Didn't know Gigi had another sibling on the way." You tease and he nips harder on your skin making your toes curls deliciously.

"No te burles de mi, querida." Frankie's hands come up and rub your stomach. He pulls up your shirt and plants kisses on the skin now ribboned with faint stretch marks. "Maybe you need another one putting in here."

"No. We're tying a knot in it until she's at least three." You giggle and he chuckles with a breathy grizzle back.

You knock the damn cap off of his head, dragging him closer to you by the curls around his ears. His lips find yours and you breathe out, a gentle sigh wafting into his mouth.

It's been too fucking long. And Frankie's been a rock. He's stepped up, even when you had your doubts, your concerns.

Even when he went off on his wild goose chase to wherever the fuck it was he went with the boys, leaving you knocked up with swollen ankles and a constantly aching back, and returned even more worse for wear than he was before he left.

You were worried that he'd sink again, that he'd slip from your fingers into a pile of the cloudy, white stuff, but surprisingly he hadn't let go of his sobriety. He hadn't. He'd held onto that milestone coin he kept in his pocket, pulling out to squeeze it in his fist when things got dark.

And things were dark for a while.

He came back, different. Withdrawn. With secrets and a fellow man down. He never told you what happened exactly on that trip. What happened to Tom. Didn't want to talk about it. And you didn't poke the bear.

At Redfly's funeral he and the boys seemed... strained. Distant. No more fight nights and beers after watching Benny clobber faces in the ring. No more barbecues and football at Will's place. Santi was missing from the service. And Frankie never brought it up.

Instead, he threw himself into finishing the crib and painting little ducklings on the walls in the nursery, which weren't really ducks, more so fuzzy chicklets in golden yellow acrylic puffs. Dabbed lopsided on the wall by a man who was far from a skilled artist, but you loved them nonetheless.

He went to work relentlessly; unlimited overtime in a small chop shop in town, fixing up used engine parts and bringing home money that despite the long hours, still didn't seem like it lasted very long.

You'd cut back. No more manicures. No more expensive brands, opting for the cheaper ones on the bargain shelves in the grocery store. No more bar nights and Frankie was home with you almost constantly.

And yet, you'd never been so far apart.

Waking in the night when Gigi would kick your stomach like running a touchdown, his side of the bed was empty. Cold. You'd find him sat in the overgrown garden, which he kept meaning to mow, with a warm, flat beer staring out at the sky, only moving to walk you back to bed. Or on the couch asleep with the luminescence of the TV casting shadows over his worn face.

Frankie was ageing in front of you, faster than you it appeared, and you longed to carry some of that load that he was so insistent he manage by himself.

It made you question everything. Long nights spent alone, even though his ghost was there in the house ruminating with you somewhere, you had never felt more alone.

Clutching the globe of your bulging stomach, you wondered if it would be better to just walk away. Anything was better than this.

But it all changed when Gigi was born.

Frankie was there puffing through the breaths with you as you screamed into his face that this was all his fault. The pain, oh God the pain was... worth it. When she came out, it was like something in Frankie pulled back and peeled open to reveal bruised flesh.

He held that tiny, gooey bundle in his arms and cried. Cried harder than you have ever seen a grown man weep. You're convinced he was letting something else go too that day. And you're glad he did.

Since then, he hadn't put her down. As far as father's go, he's the best. He'd been the one to feed her during the night so you could sleep some more. The one to change her diapers so you could eat the banana pancakes he'd made for you. He pushed the pram down the aisles at the grocery store cooing at her, and grabbing a stuffed animal each time that he said she would love.

Even though you couldn't really afford it. Even though the pile at the end of her crib was bigger than the Matterhorn and threatened to crush her in its ply softness. But seeing them bond over a stupid, six-dollar stuffed giraffe made you smile.

He doted, stepped up. He seemed like Frankie again.

But yet there was still an ache between you. Needs and wants for Frankie to put his hands over you again; to put his mouth on you the way he used to. You needed him. God, you fucking wanted him after watching how he always was with Gigi. That paternal instinct of his making you crazy and now, you were determined to have him. It had been too fucking long.

If Gigi woke and cried you were determined to just let her work through it herself. You needed your man to hold you, to tell you he still loved you. To make you come for him as he held you down by the wrists and pumped you full of that love. 

"Hermosa," Frankie whined as your hand slipped down to the obvious bulge straining against his denim and squeezed gently. You'd missed the weight of him, how he would pack out your throat as he fucked it. Your mouth salivated, remembering the taste of him.

Gasping into you, his kisses became heated, desperate.

Frankie drew back, those big browns regarding you as you fingered through his greying scruff that was wild and patchy. His curls more wayward and unruly. His tan skin a little more plump around his cheeks and eyes. God, he was fucking beautiful.

Kissing the tips of your fingers delicately and sucking your thumb into his mouth, you became aware of his hands undoing your jeans. He tugged gently, pulling your panties with them all the way down your legs as he slid them off. Oh, thank God.

His eyes dropped to your centre, to that seam that glistened and called to him. He'd missed it. Yearned for it, but each time the wave of lust came, the tiredness crushed it out of him. He can't remember the last time he came. Even knocking one out in the shower seemed like a distant memory he couldn't recall.

He licked his lips, lowering himself down further on the couch, groaning as the swell of him brushed against the cushions and made his hips jerk into them.

He eyed you as he kissed up your thighs gently, delicately. His large hands on them and splaying you apart further. Your cunt lips unsticking from each other, opening as wide as he wanted you.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," Frankie husked. He ran his nose up the side of your inner thigh and revelled in your quaking. Your hands twisted inside of his crown, snaking through his hair, and tugging at it.

"Frankie," you whined as he drew close again, his breath cooling your heat. "Need you..." you murmured, contorting in your agony.

"I know, baby. I've missed this pussy so much."

Another kiss on your thigh. One more just above your clit and you feel it then; the graze of his fuzzy chin and whine out - a little too loudly.

Frankie smirks then immediately stills; listening out for Gigi.

"She's asleep." You remind him and he nods, accepting it, albeit reluctantly.

"Use this." He tosses a cushion up towards you and you press it to your mouth anyway. You groan out into its marshmallow fibres as he licks a fat stripe with a flat tongue all the way up your pussy.

Your thighs buck and tremble and his hands flatten them still. He breathes out as he runs his tongue around his mouth, savouring the taste of you. Remembering.

He pulls you apart, spreading your lips to reveal your drenched hole and engorged clit.

"Mmm," he strangles a groan. He suckles on it gently, swirling his tongue around and around and your squeals into the cushion are ragged and howling.

"Fuck!" He hears you gasp as he suctions his lips around your bud and sucks on it deeply.

His tongue traverses the hilt of it, the spongy flesh so tasty and sugary in his mouth. He licks down, flicking up and catching your clit, then dipping at the very entrance to your hole where he teases out more of your slick to swallow and circles around again on that bundle of nerves. Driving you utterly fucking crazy as he feasts between your legs like a man starved. And he has been, starved of you.

Your back is arching, your thighs are shaking as the puffs of warm air from Frankie's nostrils on your mound become scorching. He dives in fully; tongue sliding down into your hole, nose pressed to your clit and hums in satisfaction as he fucks it.

"F-Frankie!" You're biting at the cushion now, tearing it apart with razor teeth as your orgasm peeks it head out from around the hill. Hello, old friend. Thrashing and gasping for air that doesn't quite fill your lungs. That tightness in your belly; that heavy feeling of dread and worry, seems to melt away as he sucks it all out of you.

You've needed this, this release. This comfort and reassurance from him; this confirmation of desire that he still wants you, still finds you sexy now that your body has changed from childbirth. Fuck, you've needed it for so long and now that he's finally giving it to you, it's too much.

You feel the glittered heat of the sun burn your face, blinding you. Your body feels floaty; your eyes heavy as they roll back into your skull and you fully let go.

His hand reaches up to clasp yours. Thick, calloused fingers interlocking tightly with yours. You squeeze back as he rubs his thumb over the hilt of your knuckles. It's okay, baby.

It's him. The reassurance that you've desperately needed for so long. You've needed Frankie. You've needed his mouth, his tongue, his cock. His love. It's enough to make your eyes water. It's okay.

You blink and tears fall as Frankie still tongues your orgasm out of you and into his wanting mouth. He lets go of your hand and charges back to your clit, watching it for a second as it pulses of its own accord. He knows it's so sensitive right now so he licks it gently. A little flick. A little kiss. A soft little blow of his breath. But your body jolts like you've been Tasered. Crushed by a tidal wave.

He slips two fingers inside you; you feel them fill you and stretch you. He curls them in just the right way and already it's unbearable.

"You've got another one," he says nodding when you shake your head. "Give it to me. Eres tan jodidamente, hermosa."

His chin is sticky, shiny. A string of your slick caught in his scruff that shimmers in the TV light like a diamond.

Your reach for him, bring it to your tongue and lick it up. You taste so good from Frankie's moustache. His tongue darts into your mouth as you whimper. His fingers fucking deep and against that spot that makes your back arch and your cunt clench around him.

He steadies you with his other hand against your lower back, pulling you closer, deeper onto his fingers.

You want him. You want him inside of you, filling you up with another baby. Want him fucking the shit out of you and peppering your face with those feral growls when he comes.

You nip on his bottom lip, sucking it between your teeth as you gasp and tense. Your thighs shudder, your hands fist in his plaid collar. Your forehead crushes into his as you gush over his fingers sliding harder in and out of you. "That's it, like that. So fucking hot." He croons.

He pushes them in deeper, harder against your spot and you lose your shit entirely. He kisses you to silence your scream. Swallowing down muffled chokes of his name. Of your pleasure. Of your undying love for your Catfish.

He pulls out those shiny digits gently; thumb caressing your clit as you jolt and shake from the overstimulation. You giggle and he smiles at you, and it's like flying too close to the sun.

You can only watch, destroyed and without a functioning brain, as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean; humming in satisfaction as he tastes you again.

You're about to reach for his painfully hard cock; free it from his jeans when a loud knock on the door makes you both jump back to reality.

"Who t'fuck is that?" Frankie hisses, jumping up. He reaches for his cap on the floor as you reach for your jeans, a flush warming your cheeks.

The knock comes again, louder this time and the panic in Frankie's eyes swarm at you.

"They'll fucking wake the baby!" He growls, storming out the lounge and towards the front door. You smile at his protectiveness. Gigi's a lucky girl.

He wipes at his mouth, his chin frantically. The slick of your cunt like oil in his facial hair that won't dilute. He can smell you all over his face and his cock knows it too by the way it throbs.

Frankie yanks the front door open, ready to clock the son of a bitch hammering on it, but is stunned into inaction as Santi stands before him, drenched, on the other side.

"Hermano." Santi says, a small, but wary smile on the crack of his lips.

Frankie's frozen momentarily, but then yields as he steps out into the rain-soaked porch barefooted and envelopes Santi in his arms. Santi hugs him back, fists clasped together around his compañero's broad back as they both laugh in some jarred disbelief.

"Demasiado tiempo, hermano," Frankie sighs.

Your smile dissipates when you hear a familiar voice seeping in through the hall. No. He wouldn't dare. No fucking way.

"Shit. Look at you." Santi says, knocking Frankie's chin playfully as he blushes.

Frankie turns to invite him in, but Santi's stopped by your fist colliding with his jaw.

"You motherfucker!" You screech at him.

The thud against his face stuns Santi for a moment. Benny taught you how to throw a decent right hook well, it seems.

"Whoa!" Frankie holds you back; thick arms around your waist as he lifts you off the ground as you scramble fiercely like Scrappy-Doo. You're yelling and cursing obscenities; jumbled Spanish words that don't make any sense. Frankie shushes you, but you don't care if Gigi wakes. No. You just want to kill Santi as you battle through the red mist.

"Easy, baby. Easy." Frankie reassures you.

"You've got some fucking nerve." You bite to Santi when Frankie puts you down finally as you still.

Santi rubs at his jaw and nods. "I'm sorry, cariño." Those tired and weary brown eyes of his bore into you sincerely, and you feel your shoulders release some of the wrangled tension, albeit unwillingly.

You want to hate him. Make him suffer for dragging Frankie away on whatever stupid fucking mission it was that made him come back withdrawn and empty. That made you almost lose him. You want to loathe Santi for always showing up and throwing chaos into Frankie's life when he finds some bearing.

You want to, you really want to, but you can't. Because Frankie loves him, and you do too, despite yourself.

"Asshole." You sneer to him, folding your arms.

"I missed you too." Santi smiles lightly.

The three of you stand there, in the rain, unmoving. Mute. Just stunned by Santi on the porch. He adjusts his heavy backpack on his shoulder, rainwater dripping from his eyelashes.

Frankie speaks first. "You're back then?"

Santi shakes his head. "No. Not permanently."

"So, this is a social call, is it?" You question shivering as the damp takes up root in your shirt.

"I need you, Fish." Santi begins and you immediately shake your head. You know what that means. Whenever Santiago 'Pope' Garcia needs something it's always an offer that comes with a heavy price.

"No." You confirm vehemently. "No."

"Baby." Frankie stiffens his voice, hissing.

It quells you as you shake your head viciously. "I'm not losing you again." You say to him.

"You never will." Frankie assures. He turns to Santi. "What do you need?" He asks, his chin cocking towards his oldest friend; his fellow comrade. The man that both he, and you, know that Frankie will do anything for.

Santi fishes in his pocket and pulls out some crumpled bit of paper. Placed inside Frankie's palm, he reads a couple of sets of numbers.

"Co-ordinates?"

Santi nods. "Will and his numbers, man."

"Is this for real?" Frankie asks. "Don't be making this shit up, not after-"

"It's real." Santi confirms.

"Fuck." Frankie breathes through the catch in his throat.

He's dreamt of this. Conjured up his own plans for a mission on how he could possibly birth this into fruition. He'd do it right. No fuck ups. A hard out if he needed to.

But he always came up empty because he had no fucking clue where it was exactly they'd left all that dirty money. Wrestling constantly with his own regret. His own stupidity; his own morals at agreeing to give his share of the money they had brought back to Tom's family. It was the right thing to do. A small consolation to those girls without a daddy anymore. Yeah.

But a part of him still hated himself on the daily for it. Hated how he couldn't make life better for you. Hated how you both had to struggle and just get by on his paltry income doing something he loathed now, not flying anymore, when his hands had held millions in them once.

Frankie takes off his cap and runs his hand through his hair and plonks it back on and sighs. You watch as Frankie retreats to the step and sits himself down on it with a wet thud.

"What is it?" You question. Frankie looks up at you, eyes molten and reluctant. But he can't keep this from you anymore.

"We're going to get it. We need you." Santi presses.

"We? You sweettalked Benny and Will already?" Frankie confirms nodding. Of course he had.

"All of us have to go back. Together." Santi confirms. "Need my best pilot."

Frankie snickers, his shoulders rising and falling as he absorbs it, works through the possibilities. The successes. The simplicities. The mourning of leaving you alone again. Of leaving Gigi. Even for just one night seems unbearable.

You stand there, toes numbing out to the cold and wet as Frankie looks up at you earnestly.

He speaks to Santi, but looks at you. Eyes locked on yours. "I've got the baby now. I have to come back. We can't fuck this up."

You start to sink a little. But Frankie's eyes confirm to you that whatever this is, it's worth the risk.

Santi nods too. "In and out. No-one knows it's there but us."

You shake your head slowly, but Frankie nods once at you. It's okay, baby. We're gonna be okay.

Frankie turns to Santi and stands. "Whatever plan you have, scrap it. We're doing this my fucking way or not at all. You hear me?"

MASTERLIST

Gah! I am excited at the prospect of a Frankie part 2 in a possible TF2! Hope you enjoyed this! Re-blogs & comments fuel me. Ta muchly! 🖤

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Down the rabbit hole

Kinktober prompt-Group sex/Orgy/Costumes

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

CW18+,MDNI,NSFW,EstablishedPolyamorous Relationship,Fluff,Teasing,Smut,Coercion,BribeCostumes, Hints at Roleplay, Fingering,Oral f receiving,Oral m receiving, mentions of MM dynamics, unprotected p i v, anal, cream pie,anal cream pie(don’t look at me)

WK-4.8k

A/N- In the story of us universe but can be read as a stand-alone. I definitely could’ve added more smut but I’m not done with this group just yet.

Not beta read

[Main Masterlist] [Series Masterlist]

“We have to do a group costume please….please.”

“Cariño, whining isn’t going to change my mind.”

  You huff out in frustration as Frankie tries to conceal his laughter. You and Santi had been going at it for a while as you tried and failed to convince him of what you’d already got the other three to agree to after some unfair persuasion tactics. 

  “Sweetheart he’s just mad you want him to be the cat.” Will chimes in from the loveseat as you all sit in the living room.He says it with such disdain that you know he’s not helping your case in any way.  Alice in Wonderland, is long paused on the tv because Santi decided half way through he was not going to be the Cheshire Cat. 

  “How did you all even agree to this?” Santiago still looked gorgeous despite the permanent scowl that worked its way onto his face throughout the conversation. 

  Benny sits up from the floor stretching his long arms over his head. “Well besides for the fact that the rabbit is the coolest character, I got one the best massages of my entire life after my fight last week.” 

  “Weak.” Santi scoffs as he places your feet in his lap. His actions are the complete opposite of his tone. 

  “You’re just jealous.” You’re flattered at Ben's enthusiasm but you know it’ll take more than a massage to convince Santiago to wear a costume. You gave him frequent massages that always led to something else and of course he knows that…hence the smirk etched on his face as he silently rubs your feet. 

  “What about you iron head? How the hell did she convince you to be a caterpillar?” Everyone chuckles at the hilarity of it all because how? This stoic and mostly reserved ex military man was going to dress up as a caterpillar for you. 

  “He’s actually the best character, way better than a rabbit.” He ducks as the pillow Ben throws from the floor narrowly misses his head. “I may have got a lap dance.” The rest audibly groan. “I also get to smoke.” 

  “Okay rub it in some more.”

  “I’m not the one who caved for a massage.” 

  The brothers continue to bicker as you shift in Frankie’s arms to look at Santi. He’s got the look on his face, the annoying toothy smile… the reason you wanted him to be the cat in the first place. That look that says it's gonna take more than that. It’s your own fault really…you were showing off some clothes you bought the other day when he told you to strip. You thought he was joking at first but the way he looked at you, you couldn’t help but do whatever he asked. 

  Your impromptu strip tease turned into another impromptu lap dance. Which of course always turns into something more because this is Santiago Garcia.

  “Sooo hermano that just leaves you. I’m sure all she had to do was look at you and you caved.” The men laugh but you know as soon as Frankie shifts behind you he’s thinking about the other night. 

  Frankie leans in pushing you closer to Santi “For your information I got to put it in her…” You elbow his stomach before he can finish his sentence. It’s too late as you watch the grin on Santi’s face grow even wider somehow. 

  “I heard that Fish.” Ben’s sitting up again looking at you with a mixture of shock and awe. 

  “Sweetheart…I mean this in the nicest way possible but how?” Santi and Frankie are cackling at Will's response as you lean back into Frankie covering your face with your hands. Your body is on fire from the attention placed on you at this moment. 

  “With much preparation.” He whispers into your ear as he squeezes your side. You can’t help but think about how he took his time and worked you open. Whispering praise into your ear as he did, of course in your lust filled haze you hadn’t realized how he knew exactly what to say and do. Like he had been given a playbook on all the things that made you tick. How you would keen under the praise and melt into his touch.

  He would only know this because Santiago had already done it and told him step by step instructions as if it were a mission and for Frankie it was a successful one. He would don any ridiculous costume for the rest of his life if it meant he could hear you make those sounds again. 

  “I’d like to add that the Mad Hatter is the number one character…and I get to wear my standard oil hat underneath.”

  “Oh my god babe you gave him everything.” Ben’s dramatics have everyone buckled over in laughter. You try to regain your composure as you wipe the tears from your eyes. 

  Santi leans toward the coffee table to grab the remote, you can just see the wheels turning in his head as he thinks it over. 

  “As wonderful as all that sounds…I’m still not convinced.” He presses play on the movie as you sigh and drop your head back onto Frankie’s lap, he rubs your arm sympathetically as you stare up at the ceiling wondering how his mother ever put up with him. He lived and breathed to be difficult it seemed. You think he may even secretly get off on it. 

  “At least you tried hermosa.” Frankie leans down planting a kiss on your forehead, no doubt pleased with the outcome either way. Everyone got what they wanted except for you. 

  The boys are suddenly so enthralled with Alice in Wonderland while your mind wanders. With Santi things were never simple, you had to make it exciting or he would lose interest in whatever it was you were trying to accomplish. He may not even realize he does it but you think it’s his way of coping with not being in the military anymore. You know what makes him tick, anything that requires a challenge or a puzzle to solve. 

  Alice: Why, why you’re a cat!

Cheshire Cat: A Cheshire Cat. All mimsy were the borogoves… 

Alice: Oh, wait! Don’t go, please!

Cheshire Cat: Very well. Third chorus…

Alice: Oh no no no… thank you, but- but I just wanted to ask you which way I ought to go.

Cheshire Cat: Well, that depends on where you want to get to.

Alice: Oh, it really doesn’t matter, as long as I g…

Cheshire Cat: Then it really doesn’t matter which way you go! Ah-hmm… and the momeraths outgrabe… Oh, by the way, if you’d really like to know, he went that way.

Alice: Who did?

Cheshire Cat: The white rabbit.

Alice: He did?

Cheshire Cat: He did what?

Alice: Went that way?

Cheshire Cat: Who did?

Alice: The white rabbit!

Cheshire Cat: What rabbit?

Alice: But didn’t you just say… I mean… oh dear!

Santiago was indeed just as frustrating as the aforementioned character that you were unsuccessfully trying to make him dress up as. You’ve spent the last several months in happily uncharted territory since you finally put a title to what it was you all were. The boys had no issues sharing you, it seemed they were much happier doing that than seeing you unhappy with any guy you’ve ever tried being around. 

You were all so close, there was never any animosity or jealousy…maybe some light hearted teasing when someone was feeling left out but you always managed to keep them all satisfied. 

It’s a mad idea…but we’re all mad here. 

You sit up abruptly,slightly startling then with your enthusiasm as you grab the remote from Santi’s lap pausing the movie again. 

“I know you’re going to wear that costume.” He turns to look at you as if you’ve grown two heads. 

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes that’s so.”

“Are you going to forcibly put it on me?” You shake your head as you bite your bottom lip.

“Remember that thing you said you wanted to try?”

“Cariño you’re going to need to be more specific.” You know it’s silent as the intrigue lingers in the air. 

“You said when I was ready to just tell you…so I guess I’m saying I’m ready.” In all honesty you’ve been waiting for the right time to bring it up but you’ve been so nervous. This seems as good a time as any. 

“I see what you’re doing here Alice but I don’t remember, you’re going to have to tell me.”

“Well we have two weeks until the party so if you figure it out let me know.” You press play on the movie again as you get comfortable. Now you can enjoy the rest of the movie while Santiago tries to decipher your riddle. 

****

It’s really not fair

How you have all these men somehow wrapped around your finger. You try to ignore the looks you get when you’re all out together and they can’t keep their hands off you. You can see the wheels turning when someone tries to make out which one of them is yours. You’ve always been affectionate with one another but since putting a name to this it’s like the band aid of shame has been ripped off. 

You’re buzzing with excitement as you sit nestled between Ben and Santiago in the back of Frankie’s Jeep. Frankie’s new boss insisted you all come to his annual Halloween party after meeting the guys and hitting it off with them. Meeting new people and attending such a large party in a ridiculous costume no less took some convincing but the past few days they’ve all been very agreeable. 

Santi promised he'd wear the costume even though he couldn’t figure out the bribe. He said he would ‘since it was important to you’. That should’ve been your first indication that something was off. 

Will is the stoic picture of perfection in the front seat next to Frankie as he twirls the unlit cigar in his hands. He wasn’t a man of many words and he jumped at the chance to be the aloof caterpillar. 

“You look beautiful Honey.” He’s not even looking at you as he stares out the window watching the street lights. You’ll never get used to the flurry of his attention. The affection seemed to ooze out of his pores like he’s been waiting years to tell you how he felt about you. 

You glance over at Santiago as his furry pink and purple sweater brushes your bare legs. You can tell he’s uncomfortable but he’s doing his best as he fidgets with the collar. His salt and pepper curls peak out adorably along the headband of the matching cat ears. 

“I can feel you staring cariño.” You quickly avert your gaze to Ben who is doing some staring of his own. Since you came out of the room adorned in your flouncy powder blue dress with knee high white stockings he can’t seem to keep his eyes off you. 

“I like this.” Ben grazes his finger just under the hem of your dress, lifting it slightly to reveal your thigh. You shift in the seat rubbing your legs together desperate for some relief. The last two weeks have been uncharacteristically lacking in the sex department which is nearly impossible when you’re sleeping with four people. His barely there touch has goosebumps rising along your skin as he threatens to touch you almost where you want him too. 

“Ben.” Frankie warns from the driver's seat as he  approaches a red light,he notices your desperation in the rear view mirror as you hang your head back in frustration. 

“Just worry about the road, old man.” Ben flicks the back of his comically large hat placed atop his standard oil cap. 

“I’ll show you old man.” He grits out through his teeth as he returns his attention to the now green light. 

The tension in the air is thick, it has been since you left the house. You all decided to get ready together and seeing as though you moved into the Miller-Morales household a few months ago that only left Santi to bring his costume and an overnight bag. You had the feeling that conversations were being had without you even though not many words were spoken. It was reminiscent of the night before a mission. All of you lost deep in thought while meticulously going over the plans ahead. 

The four of them had a way of communicating despite all your years spent together that you just couldn’t seem to tap into. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling like you had been left out of this one. 

You pull down an unfamiliar street lined with massive homes, certainly less modest than the one you currently resided in. You assume most of the cars you pass are for the party and your excitement bubbles over into nervousness as you realize how many people may be in this house. The men all seem completely fine…almost unaware. 

Frankie parks and exits along with Will and Benny without so much as a word being said. You turn to slide out Santiago’s side but he hasn’t moved. You think he’s having second thoughts about going in with this ridiculous costume. 

“Listen if you don’t want to wear the ears -.” He cuts you off with his fingers placed gently on your lips. He smiles wide as if channeling his character for the night as he trails them down along your jaw. His other hand is wrapped around your shoulder teasing the top of your sweetheart neckline. 

You’re already one edge with this being the most physical contact you’ve had in weeks. He leans in placing feather light kisses along your neck as his hand makes its way further down. He traces the path Ben once did as he lifts your skirt higher, his firm grip on the inside of your thigh when he bites down gently on your pulse point. 

You don’t miss the way he chuckles in your ear as you shudder a breath when he drags his fingers along the seam of your panties nearly soaked from just the anticipation. 

“I figured it out a couple days ago.” He rasps into your ear as he continues teasing. You’re trying to focus on his words but you think you could come like this from his barely there touch. “You told us we needed to learn how to share.” 

In reality this is your fault, it was your suggestion after all when date nights kept overlapping. They never made you feel bad or acted jealous of one another, but you couldn’t help but think how unfair it was to split your time so often. 

“We could all go on a group date?” 

“We already have group dates, sweetheart.” 

“Yes… but I mean it doesn’t have to end with the date.”

That was months ago and you thought he had all but forgotten or maybe he suggested it and no one else was down for it. Either way you dropped it until you realized you’ve been tricked. Santiago knew he had to raise the steaks in order to agree to this and you fell right for it. 

“You have a few hours to decide what you want to do. Just say the word and we’ll leave.” You’re speechless as he withdraws his hand and it’s as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on your head. The humid air as he opens the door is a stark contrast to your chilled exterior. 

“Alice?” He’s standing next to the door ajar with his hand out to help you down, you quickly smooth down your skirt as you grip his hand and hop down. 

‘Every adventure requires a first step.’ Cheshire cat

****

It’s not that you aren’t having fun…it’s just you can’t stop thinking about what’s to come-no pun intended. After introductions everyone instinctually split up. Frankie roped into schmoozing with his boss while Ben found a partner to play beer pong, some jock dressed as Ken seemed fitting for the younger miller.  

  Santiago had made eyes at you when you saw him cornered by Barbie, there wasn’t a jealous bone in your body as you watched the poor girl talking his ear off as he stalked you like his prey. He teased you enough for you to let him flounder his way out of the conversation. If there was anything he hated more in this world it was pretending to be interested in a topic he could care less about.

  You were plenty buzzed as you wandered aimlessly through this extravagant house, the furniture and fixtures much too gaudy for your preference .Gold plated frames lined the walls as you climbed the spiral staircase to explore the upstairs. You drag your fingers along the banister as you stare up at the three tier chandelier above the entryway.Apparently running a private helicopter business paid very well…unfortunately money didn’t buy good taste.

  Your eyes are drawn to the red carpet lining the hallway as you peak into the first room on the left. A large Victorian bed with a gold frame is in the middle of the room. Next to it is a floor to ceiling mirror with a slightly beveled curve, the room in its reflection is a little distorted as you lean in further gripping the door handle to keep yourself steady. 

  Either you’ve had too much to drink or the floor is caving in. Strong hands grip your waist just as you’re prepared to meet face to face with the awful carpet. The wind is nearly knocked out if you as your back is met with a hard surface and you feel like your head is in a tailspin as you’re whipped around to meet your savior. 

  You’re met with the soft chocolate brown eyes of Frankie as he walks you backwards further into the room. The smirk on his face as he raises his eyebrows at you because surely he caught you snooping about his boss’s house while you were supposed to be enjoying the party. 

  “Find what you were looking for Alice?” His eyes roamed up and down your body as he stopped you just before the foot of the bed. 

  You realize you haven’t spoken in awhile as you try to answer and manage a squeak. You clear your throat slightly embarrassed after being caught and scramble for any words to come to mind. It doesn’t help when he’s looking at you that way or when he presses against you with his arm caging you in. You can feel his arousal through the thin fabric of your dress as he cups your ass pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

  He leans in and you close your eyes waiting for a kiss that never comes as he drops down to his knees. His fingers dip into the waistband of your panties as he slides them down your thighs. A soft whimper of his name leaves your lips and the thought of someone walking in is completely drowned out in your horny brain when all you can think about is his deft tongue working you open on no doubt his boss’s bed. 

  He taps your leg silently instructing you to step out of them as he balls it up in his fist and places it in his pocket. His breath is hot on your stomach through the fabric as you place your hands on his shoulders for purchase. You’re trying to be patient but you’re pulled taught after the teasing from Santiago in the car. 

  An inaudible whine leaves your mouth as he stands again and places a soft kiss to your forehead. “Shh it’s gonna be ok.” It most certainly won’t be. 

  “Frankie, where are you going?” The look on his face says isn’t it obvious as he grabs your hand and makes his way towards the door without an answer.”

  “Frankie…where’s your hat?” He points to the standard oil cap as if that’s the one you were asking about as you huff out in frustration. 

  They are having way too much fun. 

  ****

  When you finally returned to the party Ken had decidedly had enough of Barbie flirting with Santiago and ditched Ben. 

  Ben managed to find someone he could talk to about his upcoming fights and Will was still nowhere to be found. Frankie and Santi looked like they were having a serious conversation in the kitchen and their eyes on you were suddenly too much. You needed some fresh air as you stepped out on the back deck. Of course there seemed to be no place that wasn’t occupied with guests, as you say your excuse me’a and make your way down the steps to find a modicum of privacy. 

  The smokey sweet aroma of tobacco and chocolate permeates your senses as you follow the trail coming from around the house. Will is leaned back, head against the wall with one leg propped up as he stares up at the rings disappearing into the clear night sky. 

  He holds out his hand and you hesitate, you’re not sure you could take anymore moments of being brought to the edge…but it’s Will. His large calloused hand takes yours as he pulls you into his chest making you face out. You sigh into the warmth and you’re enveloped by his cologne and the smell of the cigar. 

  “How are you feeling Honey?” Honestly…like you’re all trying to kill me.

  “I’m fine.” He tsks under his breath as he kisses your neck, he breathes in deep as if you’re having the same affect on him as they are on you. 

  “I don’t like that answer…you tell me if you don’t want to do this.” Always the one to check in with you, he’s so sweet even when his own resolve is breaking. 

  You doubt he’s expecting your next move when you spin in his arms and grip him by the collar of his shirt as you crash your lips to his.The taste of tobacco and mint fresh on his tongue. He’s lost momentarily as he moans into the kiss, not caring about who could come around this corner at any moment. You pull away, reveling in the way he chases after you. His hooded lids staring you down as you brush your thumb along his swollen pink lips. 

  “I want to do this, I just don’t think I can take anymore teasing baby.” Will’s a private man so your pet names are reserved for your private moments, but you can see the moonlight luminate in his eyes as the blue practically disappears. 

  “Come on Honey, all you had to do was ask.” You scoff at that as he yanks your hand and practically runs you up the back steps back into the house. 

  When you enter the kitchen Benny,Frankie and Santi are all standing in the corner with knowing looks on their face and Will signals it’s time to go. 

  Santi and Frankie are out the door before you can blink as you pull back slightly in Will's grasp. “Shouldn’t Frankie say bye to his boss?” 

  “No time sweetheart, we’re late for a very important date.” 

  “Seriously Will, you’re going to steal my only line.” Ben skips along in front of you both as you exit the grandiose home. 

  “You had all night to use it, it’s not my fault you’re too slow.” 

  ****

  You thought you would’ve been more nervous or feel unprepared but it seems as you lay out completely exposed on Santiago’s bed as you try and keep track of the hands all over you, it sends a surge of confidence through you. 

  Santiago had taken control right away, the guys already had some sort of plan hatched out as you could’ve guessed by the way they were silently communicating every step. 

  The ride home was less than romantic as they went over your safe word and hard no’s. That shifted as soon as Frankie pinned you against the front door, too impatient to wait any longer before touching you as he unzipped your dress leaving it in a pool of fabric beneath you. 

  He knelt down on the floor, raising your leg over his shoulder as you gripped on tight to his soft curls. Your panties lost in one of his pockets earlier left easier access to you as he licked a stripe through your wet folds. Your head hits the door as you try to stay standing, already so worked up from before. 

  You’re a whimpering mess as Frankie works you open like a man starved. “You always taste so good hermosa.” 

  “Frank!” Santi reappears in the entryway naked and hard, looking as though he’s gonna spit fire. 

  “What?” You’d laugh if you weren’t so close to your first climax of the night as his nose nudged your clit. 

  “Bedroom?!” He sighs into you sending a chill up your spine as he fights against every urge to ignore Pope and continue his ministrations. He looks up at you almost apologetically as he places a kiss on each thigh. 

  ****

  “Fuck baby that feels so good.” Will’s grip is tight in your hair as he works his cock deeper down your throat. You can’t manage more than a whine as you try to focus on Santi thrusting behind you, slamming you further onto Will's cock with every switch of his hips. 

  “Do you have any idea how good you look right now?” Frankie pants beside you as Ben works his hand up and down Frankie’s length. 

  The praise and attention has you keening as you arch back into Santi’s chest. His hand on your hip is sure to leave a bruise as he pounds into you relentlessly. He’s close, he can tell you are too as you clench him tighter and moan out his name. 

  “Santi, I can’t.” You’ve lost count on how many times you’ve come. On Frankie’s tongue, on Will's fingers. When you were sitting on Bennys lap with Santi’s face buried in your cunt, you thought you were close to passing out. 

  “Tell me what you need.” You’ve never seen Santi as sweet or gentle as you have when he was methodically taking you apart. 

  You weren’t sure they heard when you whispered more. Santi was sure he heard you loud and clear as he asked if you were sure. Your pathetic mule as you chase his hips was all the answer he needed as he slowly pulled out of you. He gives a silent signal to Frankie as he replaces Will's spot on the bed.

  Frankie’s wrecked, his own orgasm held off this entire time in anticipation for this. His sweat slicked curls cling to his face as he guides your hips above his throbbing erection. He  grips the base of his cock as he slides the tip through your swollen folds. As you sink down onto him he moans in unison with you as a cold sensation meets your other hole. Santi smears the lube around your sensitive nub with his thumb and he nearly chokes at the way you push back onto it. 

  “Stop teasing Santiago.” Frankie rasps out between muttered curses as he bucks his hips into you. 

  Santi is a tease but at this moment he can’t hold on much longer. Your grip on Frankie tightens as Santi prods your entrance, the tip just barely in almost has you seeing stars. Will’s behind Santi working his length as he watches him pick up his pace. Ben’s lips are on yours as he reaches between you to rub slow circles on your clit. “Oh fuck…oh my god.”  

  “I need you to come cariño.” Santi grits out behind you as his hips start to stutter. 

  Frankie plants his feet in the mattress as he pounds up into you, a lewd moan leaves your lips as you cling to someone’s hand. Benny singing sweet praises in your ear of how good you’re doing as your body heaves and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest. 

  The smallest sound leaves your mouth as you cease up in pleasure, it rolls over you in waves as they both stutter their hips spilling into, the only sounds in the room are moans and pants as you collapse into a puddle in the middle of the bed. 

  You come too with concerned faces surrounding you as Will cleans you up gently with a damp towel. 

  “I told you, you went too hard.”

  “Me…I’m not the one who made her come three times.” 

  Ben notices your blissed out face as you suppress a giggle. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. His dopey smile is on full display as the other men bicker behind him. 

  “You ready for round two Honey?” 

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia. 

Series Masterlist 

Rating: Explicit (18+) 

Word Count: 6.3k

Chapter Summary: We replay the day after Melissa’s party from the perspective of a couple of other characters before moving on. 

Chapter Warning: A little smutty (fingering). Also a gray sweatpants reference (IYKYK). Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.

A/N: Many were curious about what Pope was up to so we’ll find out. Plus, a little bit of Katie and Will. Thanks to @trulybetty for a suggestion for one of the scenes! There are also a few Spanish phrases thrown in (for those who don't know, I'm Cuban-American, so the Hispanic references and characters throughout this story are particularly special to me). I have not included translations in text, but if you're curious I'm happy to translate anything!

David: Everyone alive and well?

Megan: I'm getting too old for this but it was a lot of fun. Right Katie 👀

Olivia: OMG Katie, Will is so hot! Please tell me you made out with him last night!

Katie: Hate to disappoint you Liv, but I didn't.

David: BOOOOO

Megan: Right?!

Katie: 🙄

Katie: Well, I will have you know that he's coming over for lunch today.

David: Oh he'll be coming alright 💦

Ty: LUCILLE IS ON THIS CHAT 🤦🏽‍♂️

Lucille: 😂

Olivia: Get it girl!!

David: Melissa? Earth to Melissa … are you there?

Ty: She's probably showing Danny how much she's gonna miss him. Two weeks is a long time 😏

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"Babe, do you know where my laptop charger is?" Danny frantically busted into the kitchen as Melissa fixed herself a coffee.

"It's right here," she pointed at the charger lying on the kitchen island.

"Oh shit, right in front of me. What time is it?" He looked at the clock on the oven which read 7:40 a.m. "Ok, Rodgers should be here by 8 so we can carpool to the airport."

"Nice, have everything packed?"

"Yup with the charger I have everything…and I still have some time to spare." He came around to where Melissa was standing, her back to him. He placed his arms around her on the counter, boxing her in. "How should we spend the time?" He nuzzled his head into her neck.

"It seems like you have an idea there captain," she felt a shiver down her spine as Danny started trailing kisses from under her ear, down her neck. "Baby, we don't have time," she giggled.

"I've done more with less time, you know that," his hand descended underneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, pushing her panties aside as his fingers dipped into her core. "Plus, it seems like you're already ready for me."

"Babe, mhmm, what's gotten into you," Melissa giggled as Danny collected some of her arousal and moved to slowly circle her clit.

"I'm gonna be gone for two weeks, I'll miss you. You gonna miss me?"

He trailed his fingers through her folds, teasing her a bit before pushing two fingers into her heat, the heel of his palm giving just enough friction as she bucked into it.

"Y-yea, I," Melissa mewled as she threw her head back, resting it on Danny's shoulder as he helped work her through the waves of her release. She turned in his arms, giving him a kiss. "Of course, I'm going to miss you. Two weeks is a long time," she pouted.

"I know, I'll be back before you know it. You'll go out with D and Ty and I'm sure the crew will get together, you'll keep yourself busy." He kissed her again and looked at the clock before giving a small fist pump. "And I still had five minutes to spare."

"Oh my gosh, you are ridiculous," Melissa laughed.

"Ah shit before I forget, could you go get an oil change for the Jeep while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, sure."

"And, not to be difficult, but could you take it to a different place? I know the guy at the last place ripped us off. Maybe check and see where Will takes his? I meant to ask him yesterday but forgot."

"Ok, yeah I'll head over there today to go ask him."

Honk

"That's Rodgers, gotta go. I'll text you when I make it to the hotel."

"Ok, I love you."

"Love you too."

After a quick kiss goodbye, Danny was off. Melissa watched as he got into his coworker's car, waving to both of them as they left.

"Two weeks," she sighed. 

She checked her phone for the first time all morning and laughed as she caught up on the group chat.

Melissa: I’ll have you all know that Danny wished me a very nice goodbye as he left! 😉

David: Get it mama!

Olivia: You and Danny are just the cutest! 😍

Originally Melissa planned to take the day off to spend it wedding planning with David and Ty, but because of her recent cancellations, she now had the whole day free. So, she decided to be productive and clean the house. She changed out of her pajamas into a workout set, grabbed her headphones, turned on a Spotify station, and started picking things up. 

Before she knew it, it was nearly lunchtime and the house was spotless. She made herself a salad and sat down on the couch to relax. When she finished, she walked over to the kitchen to put her bowl in the sink and saw Danny's keys on the counter.

"Shit, let me go ask Will before I forget."

She slipped on her shoes and headed out of the house, putting more pep in her step once she realized Will was home, seeing his Jeep parked in his driveway.

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When it came to sleeping, Santiago could sleep all day and still get a full eight hours at night. It drove the guys crazy, especially Will, but Santiago always rationalized it saying he was making up for all of the sleep that he was robbed of when they served. 

This morning after Frankie's alarm went off Santiago was in no mood to get up, especially because he really had nowhere to be. Since getting back from his adventures around the globe, he hadn't been able to focus on what he wanted to do next. Helping Benny and Will with their new house was the only thing he really had that brought him a sense of purpose.

He slept like a rock after Frankie left and didn't wake up until a little after 11. He got up and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. The house was quiet and as he padded out to the living room and saw no sign of Benny or Will. 

His phone buzzed and he saw a series of missed texts from the guys. He gathered that Benny and Connor were at the gym and should be back soon. Will was out to pick up lunch for Katie before going over to her house and Frankie went to his meeting before heading to the airfield.

Santiago’s stomach grumbled so he opened the refrigerator pouting when he saw very few options. The boys had relied on Lucille for many of their recent meals, along with anything Frankie felt compelled to make. Thankfully, Benny always had a supply of sugary cereals in the pantry so he poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms and sat at the dining room table.

A little while later he heard Will's Jeep rumble up the driveway. He waited for a second but when his friend didn't walk through the front door he decided to peer out through the window and saw Will making his way quickly down the sidewalk to Katie's house.

"Good luck," he smirked to himself.

He was about to head back into the room to throw a shirt on when he heard the doorbell ring. The guys didn't mention anything about someone dropping by so he again looked out the window, his stomach doing a flip when he saw Melissa standing at the front door.

She was dressed in navy blue high-waisted workout pants and a cropped racerback top of the same color, just a sliver of her skin showing. Her hair was in a ponytail and with a pair of silver-rimmed sunglasses perched atop her head.

Without thinking twice, he opened the door with a smirk, knowing she was going to be surprised to see him. Her jaw dropped and there was a sharp intake of breath as her eyes traced up and down his exposed torso. “S-Santiago! I, uh, I…is Will here?”

“No, he’s over at Katie’s, it’s just me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and then played with the silver chain around his neck.

“Oh, ah, ok. Well, never mind, didn’t mean to bother you.” She started to walk away.

“Sure there’s not something I could help you with?” He leaned against the doorframe.

“I was coming over here to ask Will for advice on an oil change.”

“An oil change?” His brows furrowed.

“Yeah, uh, Danny wanted me to get a…can you put a shirt on please?” She chewed her bottom lip as she nervously laughed.

Santiago smirked, “Sure, one sec. You can come in if you want.” He left the door open as he sauntered back to the spare room he and Frankie shared whenever they crashed.

Melissa timidly crossed the threshold, keeping the door open as she watched Santiago retreat into a room. He popped back just a moment later pulling a plain black T-shirt over his head.

“Can you concentrate better now?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the way the corners of her mouth turned up. “Like I was saying, Danny asked me to go get an oil change done on his Jeep while he was gone. Problem is, the guy we took it to last time was kind of a jerk and wanted to charge us for a bunch of stuff it didn’t need. I know Will has a Jeep, so I was curious where he goes.”

“Well, Will and Benny are the types of guys who do their oil changes themselves, Fish too for that matter.”

“What about you? You don’t like to get your hands dirty?” Now she was the one who leaned against the doorframe.

“Funny,” he gave her an up and down. “I do, just not with that. I know a guy, wanna go now?”

“Uh, like now now? Aren’t you…do any of you guys work?” She crossed her arms giving him a cheeky grin.

“We’re retired,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. “Besides, I could ask you the same question seeing as you’re here in the middle of the day.”

She shifted her weight onto one leg, putting her hand on her hip. “Well, for your information, I took the day off.”

“So you have time to do the oil change now then, huh? C’mon let’s go.” He grabbed his phone and wallet off the coffee table and headed out.

“You…wha-” Melissa stammered, frozen in place and unsure what to do.

“Vamos princesa.”

Santiago led the way back over to her house so she could grab the keys to the Jeep. 

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Lucille was driving back from the grocery store when she spotted Melissa and Santiago walking back toward Melissa’s house. She noticed them yesterday at the party, especially the lingering glances they each gave when the other wasn’t looking. Lucille made a mental note to bring this up to Francisco the next time she saw him.

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The drive over to the auto shop was pleasant, Melissa laughing at Santiago as he told some grandiose story. When they arrived, he got out and spoke to the mechanic, Enrique, who was not subtle in the way he checked Melissa out. 

Santiago admonished him and let Enrique know she spoke Spanish, in case he tried to say anything that was out of pocket. The man gave Santiago a hard time about dropping by unannounced but after a few moments of tense negotiations, he acquiesced and said he needed about an hour to get it done. 

“Wanna get a coffee or something while we wait? There’s a good spot for Cuban coffee up a couple of blocks, we can walk.”

“Ok, yeah sure.”

As they walked over Santiago noticed Melissa fiddling with her engagement ring. “So, when’s the big day?”

“Ha, isn’t that the question of the year?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to...”

“No, no, it’s ok. I…just…I don’t know. It’s a lot of pressure. Have you ever been married?”

“No,” he answered quickly. “No, I haven’t.”

“Not even engaged?”

“I know, hard to believe,” he smirked. “No, ah the other guys have kind of scared me off of that if I’m honest,” he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t want to spill all of their secrets but…Will…he was engaged. Great girl, hell I was the one who introduced them. But he, he was dealing with some shit, hell we all were, and she was as supportive as she could be but she got to a breaking point and called things off. Then there’s Benny. The poor kid has had some shit luck. He almost proposed, had a ring and everything, and then, well, he didn’t get to do that. And Fish,” he sighed. “That shit was complicated from the beginning,” he nervously chuckled.

“Wow, sounds like you’ve all dealt with some stuff, huh?”

“Yea, only one of us who actually ever got married was T-...uh, yea, you can say we’ve dealt with some stuff.”

As they arrived at the coffee shop, Santiago opened the door for Melissa. Neither of them said anything as they looked at the menu.

“Know what you want?” 

“Uh, yeah, I think so.” 

Santiago lightly put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the register as he followed. When she placed her order, he quickly placed his and handed the barista his card.

“Santiago, you don’t have to do that! You’re doing me a favor,” she laughed.

He playfully rolled his eyes at her as he took his card back, tapping the screen to leave a tip. 

Once they settled into a table with their drinks, Melissa eyed Santiago. She wanted to follow up on their earlier discussion but was unsure how to do it. He clearly wanted to skirt past his own story in favor of that of his friends.

“Have something on your mind?” He finally broke the silence. 

“You said the other guys scared you off…do you…d’you think you’ll ever get married?”

“Ah…well, I don’t know. I don’t want to say never, but I guess I’m not really looking for that right now,” he looked into her eyes and then focused his gaze down to his coffee cup, fiddling with the sleeve. “Are you excited to get married?”

“Uh….” Melissa fidgeted in her chair as she brushed her fingers through the end of her ponytail. 

“I’ll take the lack of an immediate yes as a no?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Well, I’m all ears,” he leaned back in his chair, looking her over.

“It’s just…Danny and I have been together for a long time. I love him, I really do, I just…I don’t know I feel like life has been kind of set for me rather than me like, I don’t know, making my own choices? That probably makes no sense, I’m making no sense,” she started to ramble.

“Hey,” he reached over and grabbed her hand. “You don’t have to have it all figured out.”

“I know, but it’s like everyone else has a timeline and expectations for me. I’m going to turn 30 in a couple of months and then I’m going to start getting more shit about my biological clock and…”

“Wait, you’re not even 30 yet?” Santiago coughed.

“No…”

“Oh, sorry, I just. I knew you were younger I just didn’t realize how much.”

“Well, how old are you?”

“It starts with a 4 and that’s all you need to know,” he smirked as she giggled.

“Ok viejo, so tell me, you’ve never had a serious relationship then?”

Santiago shifted in his seat before leaning forward, both forearms on the table. “I did, one. I’ve had one, although if you ask the guys they’ll tell you it’s more, but it was really just Sofia. But it uh, obviously, didn’t work out,” he gave a small tight smile. “It’s kind of a telenovela situation,” he laughed.

“Ha.”

The conversation quickly shifted to them chatting about the other guys, Santiago sharing some funny stories about each of them and Melissa laughed so hard she was almost crying. They both lost track of how much time had passed before Santiago’s phone rang and he saw it was Enrique calling to let him know the car was done.

“Time to head back princesa!” He tapped the table, getting up to pull her chair out.

Once they got the car, Melissa asked where he wanted her to drop him off. He said that Frankie’s house would be fine and directed her to the house. When she parked in the driveway, he hesitated for a moment before he got out.

“Hey, thanks for helping me out today, Danny is going to be so happy to hear I found a new spot.”

“You’re welcome, and if Enrique tries to give him a hard time in the future you call me ok,” he laughed.

“Sure,” she smiled as he started to get out. “Wait! Um…I…I don’t have your number. You know, in case he gives me a hard time.” She smirked as she handed him her phone.

“Right,” he took it and punched in his number, sending himself a text so he had hers.

“Well, see you later Santiago.”

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Santiago had just cracked open a beer when he heard Frankie walk into the house from the garage. 

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!” Frankie jumped when he turned the corner and saw Santiago. “You didn’t answer your phone, Will and Benny hadn’t heard from you… I was getting ready to go looking for you.”

“Sorry, I was busy, I didn’t want to be on my phone.”

“Hmm…ok,” Frankie took the beer Santiago offered him. “Busy doing what?”

“Stuff.”

Frankie laughed, “You know I know you better than anyone, so if you’re going to try and hide some shit from me you need to do a better job of it. I know all of your tells.”

Santiago rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter, “Fine. But don’t get how you get.” Frankie put his hands up in surrender. “I was with Melissa…but not like that. I helped her with an oil change.”

Frankie narrowed his eyes as he took a swig from his beer. “That’s what we’re calling it these days? An oil change?”

“Fish, I swear to god, I took her to Enrique’s. She needed to get the car done while Danny was out and the last place ripped her off. She was coming over to ask Will where he takes the Jeep. Nothing else happened. ¿Me entiendes?”

Frankie raised his eyebrow and tilted his head as he stayed calm, taking a sip from his beer. Santiago’s defensiveness was not going unnoticed. “Entendido. You have to admit that it doesn’t look great, though. Did anyone see you?”

“No, we drove in her car and she dropped me off here. No one was out walking a dog or taking a kid around the block, ok? Relax.” 

“I think you’re the one who needs to relax hermano,” Frankie shook his head. “We’re also going to need something stronger than beer.” He walked over to the cabinet to pull out a bottle of whiskey. 

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Katie’s Tuesday was much less eventful than the day before. By the time it was lunchtime, she couldn’t stand to be in the house anymore. Whenever she walked down her hallway or even looked at it, her mind flashed back to her steamy makeout session yesterday with Will. She was also extra frustrated since she had a less than pleasurable time with her vibrator this morning, wishing she had the real thing rather than the toy that had become an all-too-familiar fixture in her life as of late.

She was restless, sitting on the couch with her forearms restingon her knees, unsure how she wanted to spend the next hour.

“Fuck it.” 

She stomped over to her room and changed into a more supportive sports bra, threw her running shoes on, grabbed her wireless headphones, and decided to head out for a jog around the neighborhood. She took up running following her divorce, finding it gave her the time and space to sort through all of the shit she had kept built up for years with Sebastian. 

On her loop back to Mule Fall Court, she saw a blonde man in the distance, also running. As she got closer her stomach dropped realizing it was a very sweaty Will who was not wearing a shirt. He must have noticed her at the same time because he waved and crossed the street where Katie was.

“Hey,” he attempted to catch his breath while wiping his brow with his forearm.

“Hey! I didn’t realize there was someone else who was crazy like me and ran in the middle of the day in the summer.” Katie managed to get out while also trying to catch her breath.

“Ha yea, well, I missed out on going with Connor and Benny to the gym this morning and wanted to get my run in while I could,” he smiled at her, trying as discreetly as possible to check her out. “Um, hey in the rush to get out yesterday I realized I never got your number,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, so we could coordinate a time to come over with Connor.”

“Oh…oh yeah, sorry about that by the way…um, here,” she blushed as she motioned to Will’s phone.

He handed it over to her and she punched her phone number in and saved her contact as Neighbor Katie before handing the phone back to him.

“Ha, Neighbor Katie, huh? Well, here let me send you a text. Can I request you save my number as Neighbor Will?” he chuckled.

“I think I can manage that,” she laughed.

“Cool…well, sent.”

They both stared at each other for a few moments, unsure who was going to speak first. Finally, Will caved. 

“Um, would you want to maybe go uh…wanna hang out sometime?”

“Hang out?” she smirked. “What do you mean by that?”

Will blushed, it had been a while since he’d asked a woman out on a date. “Ha, um…sorry, I’m bad at this.”

Katie felt a little rush, seeing how flustered Will was while also noticing how his ab muscles flexed when he laughed. “Are you asking me out on a date Will?”

“Ah…well, yeah. Yeah, I am. But if you don’t…”

“No I do,” she cut him off. “Yeah, let’s…hang out,” she smirked.

“Cool, well, I guess I’ll text you. Unless I run into you again.” He winked as he lightly bit his lower lip.

“Sounds good, Will, I’ll see ya.”

They both smiled as they parted ways, heading in opposite directions.

Katie walked into her house giddy at the idea of going out on a date with Will. Megan had tried setting her up on countless dates in recent months but no one ever really made her this excited. Will was a nice guy, and obviously easy on the eyes, and she liked being around him. Although he was quiet, it never felt like there were awkward silences with him.

She knew Megan would wring her neck if she didn’t immediately inform her about what just happened, so she opened up her text messages as she went to the fridge to refill her water bottle.

Katie: Holy shit. You’ll be so proud of me. I think I’m going on a date soon.

When she hit send she put the phone down and rummaged through her fridge to find some ingredients for a sandwich. She checked her phone and nearly dropped her plate when she realized what she had done.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Her face was red hot as she realized that had inadvertently texted Will instead of Megan who was typically the first thread in her text messages. She shot a quick glance out her living room window, cursing herself that she left the curtains all the way open this morning to bask in some of the sunlight. Although she didn’t see Will anywhere outside, she wasn’t sure if he was done running yet or not so she hid behind her kitchen island to be out of sight and dialed Megan. 

“C’mon pick up pick up.”

“Hey, everything ok?”

“Fuck, Meg. I fucked up.”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down. What happened? Are you ok?”

“Physically yes. But I’m fucking mortified. I…ugh shit he just read it!” Katie let out an exasperated sigh. 

“What are you talking about? Do you need me to come over there? Did Seb call you?”

Katie talked a mile a minute to get everything out to Megan, telling her about how she met Will and they exchanged numbers and made plans to go out on a date. Megan’s first reaction was to laugh, which made Katie whine even more.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry…you have to admit this is kind of funny and so something you would do,” Megan continued to chuckle as she typed away on her computer. “Has he responded yet?”

“Ugh, no he hasn’t…wait, there’s bubbles, he’s typing.”

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Will lightly jogged back to his driveway as he heard the roar of the engine of Benny’s TransAm coming up the street. He greeted his brother and Connor and the three of them headed inside to eat.

“How was your run,” Benny called out as he walked into his room to change out of his sweaty clothes.

“Actually pretty good, I…uh…I got Katie’s number.”

“No way man, that’s awesome,” Connor slapped him on the shoulder, making Will chuckle at the boy’s enthusiasm and apparent investment in his, and Katie’s, love life.

Will’s phone dinged, but he ignored it, figuring it was probably Pope adding some stupid joke to the guys’ group chat.

Benny came back around the corner pulling his shirt over his head with his very well-worn slouchy gray sweatpants slung low on his waist. “Oh shit, no way. You didn’t get that yesterday? I mean after you kissed her and grabbed her-”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted his brother, cutting his eyes over at Connor. 

“I’m not in elementary school, I’ve hooked up with girls before,” Connor straightened up, puffing out his chest a bit.

“Girls, plural?” Benny smirked.

“Ok, girl. Just one girl. It was freshman year and we kept our clothes on, but it still counts ok!”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s all good,” Benny chuckled. “But seriously, Will, do you have any plans to see her? Ya’ll going out on a date or something? Shit, when’s the last time you went out on a date?”

“Could ask you the same question asshole,” Will snapped back, picking up his phone. “Oh shit. Hey, look.” Will unlocked his phone and showed Benny and Connor the text that came in from Katie. “That…that wasn’t meant for me right?”

“Oh, that was probably for my mom, they text each other literally all day every day.”

“Shit, she’s probably really embarrassed.”

“C’mon let’s fuck with her, give her a hard time,” Benny took the phone from Will, starting to compose a message.

Will wrestled the phone out of his brother’s hands, annoyed that Benny’s longer arms made it hard for him to get to the phone. “Stop it. Ok…let’s not give her too hard of a time, but let’s have some fun.” Will smiled, which made Benny whoop with laughter. 

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Neighbor Will: Going on a date soon, huh? Nice. Who’s the lucky guy?

Katie read the text out loud practically as it was delivered. “Ok, so he didn’t immediately think I was a complete weirdo, that’s a good sign, right?”

“Babe, you just probably gave him such a big ego boost, he’s got to be loving this. Be a little flirty back, c’mon.”

They debated back and forth on what to text next, letting the rest of the conversation play out, giggling like they were in high school.

Katie: Oh, just some guy who I met recently. He’s pretty good-looking.

Neighbor Will: Good looking, huh? 

Katie: A little. 😉

Neighbor Will: Like good looking as in handsome? Or good looking as in hot?

Katie: That’s my secret…

Neighbor Will: So when��s this date? Gotta make sure this guy is legit.

Katie: I don’t know, we haven’t decided yet.

Neighbor Will: Fridays always seem to be a good day.

Katie: Very true. Seems like a good way to end the week.

Neighbor Will: Well, maybe your date can come up with a fun idea for you two between now and then.

Katie: He seems like a planner, so I have no doubt.

Neighbor Will: Well, it sounds like you have a date.

Neighbor Will: Pick you up at 7? 😉

Katie: Sure, sounds good. 

“See! Now if that wasn’t a great recovery then I don’t know what it is!” Megan cheered Katie on over the phone.

“Holy shit, I’m going to need a drink.”

“I got you sister. I’m putting a bottle of wine in the fridge right now! Come over after work! I’ll call in some reinforcements.”

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Promptly at 5 p.m., closed her laptop and got a little bag together to head over to Megan’s complete with some cheese, crackers, and olives. Throughout the afternoon various members of the Neighborhood Watch popped into the group chat saying they were free to come over for an impromptu get-together.

Katie knew her texting faux pas was going to be a subject of conversation and while the attention would normally make her want to crawl into a hole, she knew the crew would make her laugh and lift her spirits. She was already bracing for whatever smartass comment David was sure to give her, but she was ready for it – she needed to be around her friends.

As she made her way up Megan’s porch, the door swung open. Connor was on the other side, his eyes going wide when he saw Katie. 

“Hey C!”

His eyes grew wide and he gulped. “H-hey Ms. Katie.”

“You ok?”

“Yeah…sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you…um, I’m going to go see Will.” he blurted out.

“Oh…ok cool. Having a guys’ night then huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows trying to lighten the mood.

“Yea. I…um…I’m gonna go.”

“Ok C, I’ll see ya. Hey, you good to come over to my house on Saturday to build some stuff? Don’t feel like you have to.”

“No, I mean, yeah I’ll be there. I don’t mind Ms. Katie. I told you I’d help.”

“Alrighty bud, I’ll see ya.”

Katie closed to door and walked in on Megan who was pulling a dish out of the oven. 

“Holy shit that smells good, what is that?”

“Oh hey babe, it’s this garlic and herb baked brie thing I found on Pinterest. Did you see Connor on his way out? He was supposed to take over these buffalo chicken sliders I made for the guys. They’re apparently going to teach Connor how to play poker tonight,” she chuckled.

“Ha, oh jeez. Yeah, I saw him. He was kinda awkward with me though, it’s like he saw a ghost or something when he saw me.” She tried to snag a bite of the brie but Megan swatted her hand away.

“Everyone will be here soon, wait! And uh…yea, about that. Apparently, he was over at Will’s today when you guys were texting.”

“Well, it’s not like a sent a picture of my tits or anything…”

“I know, but he felt bad that you may have been embarrassed, you know how he is.”

“Oh I know, our sweet little Connie bear. How’re things going with him and Aria?”

“Good, I think. I’m trying to not ask Benny a ton of questions, but I’m dying to know more.”

“Ooo…Benny huh?’ Katie teased, arching one of her eyebrows. “He’s hot as fuck Meg, you thought about doing anything about that?”

Megan rolled her eyes, “For starters, he’s like 10 years younger than me and I see him like a little brother, ew.” 

Katie wasn’t convinced but didn’t press the issue as she heard the door open.

“Party’s here!” David shouted as he danced through the front door, a bottle of sparkling wine in his hand as Ty followed carrying a couple of containers for Lucille who was trailing behind them. 

The five of them chitchatted while they waited for Melissa and Olivia to arrive, politely waiting to dig into the spread until David broke the tension and started fixing himself a plate. “Look we said be here by 7, I know Liv is probably dealing with bedtime and shit, but Melissa has no excuse. They can’t be mad that we started eating.”

Almost on cue, Melissa strolled through the front door carrying some fresh-baked cookies.

“Liv texted, one of the twins is sick so she can’t make it,” Megan let the group know as they all sat around the living room with their snacks and drinks.

“Katie, I am dying to know what your last like 36 hours have been like. Please dish!” Ty teased.

She reluctantly rehashed her lunch date, going in more detail than she was planning on thanks to very specific questions from David. When she finally got to the part where she accidentally texted him, they all nearly spit out their drinks.

“Oh shit, Katie…that would happen to you,” Melissa chuckled.

“It was so fucking embarrassing,” Katie put her head in her hands.

“Why mi cielo? So he knows you were excited to go out on a date, what’s the harm in that?” Lucille rubbed Katie’s back. “He’s so handsome, have some fun!”

“Thank you, Lulu, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell her!” Megan cheered. 

“Well, cheers to your date and hopefully getting some dick!” David raised his glass as everyone else groaned and rolled their eyes.

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“Ok, so a full house is better than a flush?” Connor looked at his cards confused, showing them to Benny who was sitting to his right.

“Lemme see…” Benny peered over at his hand. “Yeah, you have a full house which would be better than a flush, but unfortunately I have you beat,” he laid down his cards. “Straight flush.”

The rest of the guys groaned as Benny fist pumped, winning his fifth-straight hand.

“How about we take a break, huh? Refill drinks?” Frankie asked as he got up.

“No fair Fish, you’re just mad that you’re losing.” Benny huffed.

Connor and Will also pushed back from the table to head to the refrigerator, Santiago and Benny following.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Will said as he checked his phone.

“Ugh,” Connor shook his head. “My mom made some slider things for me to bring and I forgot to bring them. I was a little distracted on the way out.”

“Did Aria text you or something?” Benny asked as he took a swig of his beer.

“No, uh, Katie came by. They’re all having a get-together.”

“Probably to talk about you güero,” Santiago slapped Will on the chest. “Connor, you think they’re going to be there a while?”

“At my house? I mean, it won’t be super late, but they’re still there now.”

“C’mon Will, let’s go get our…what were they Connor, sliders?” Santiago confirmed with Connor before he and a reluctant Will made their way across the street.

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“So Lulu, any chisme you care to share with us?” Ty asked.

“Well, actually yes. I saw Ethan today, he showed 306 to a family as a favor to one of his realtor friends.”

“Oooo did you see the people?” Melissa asked, curious who her new neighbors may be.

“Just from afar, it was a family, a couple and they had two kids with them.”

“Were they hot?” David asked as Ty playfully slapped him on the forearm. 

“I couldn’t get as close of a look as I wanted, but the husband kind of reminded me of Francisco, just with shorter hair and no beard and wearing a suit.”

The group was laughing in the living room when they heard the doorbell ring.

“Do you think that’s Liv?” Melissa asked.

“Nah, none of you ring the doorbell anymore,” Megan chuckled as she walked over to see who was at her front door. “Oh…hey boys! Come on in.” She ushered Santiago and Will inside, shushing Bucky who started barking at the visitors. “Oh stop it, you know them.”

Katie’s eyes widened and the sight of Will who was rubbing the back of his neck as he walked behind Santiago who confidently strolled into the room. 

Lucille flashed a quick glance over to Melissa who straightened up at the sight of Santiago while smoothing down her hair.

“Hey everyone, so sorry to intrude on your uh…party, but Megan, Connor mentioned there was something he forgot to bring over,” Santiago flashed a charming smile.

“Oh yeah! I actually have them still on the stove so they should be a little warm, may just have to pop them in the microwave for a few before you serve them. Katie, can you help me,” Megan nodded to her friend to join her in the kitchen as the rest of the crew made small talk with the guys.

“What the fuck,” Katie whispered to Megan as they got to the kitchen. 

“Aww what…Will wanted to come and see you,” Megan teased as she wrapped aluminum foil onto the platter. “You should see the way he was looking at you. Here take this to your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Katie rolled her eyes, yelping a bit as Megan slapped her on the ass as she walked out of the kitchen.

As they walked back into the living room, David and Santiago were cracking jokes back and forth.

“Here you go,” Katie announced, walking towards Will.

“Thanks,” he smiled as he inhaled sharply as their fingers brushed against each other when she handed over the tray. “Didn’t mean to bother you all, we’ll get going. Promise we won’t have Connor over too late Meg.”

“All good, it’s the summer so he can stay out as late as he wants!” Megan waved them off. 

“Ok, well, still. We’ll make sure he gets back. You have a great night,” Will said to everyone but looked at Katie with a smile.

A/N: For some reason, I was having trouble with this chapter, but I eventually got it to a place I liked, so I hope you like it too!

When the two men finally walked out, the group stayed quiet for about 10 seconds before they started whooping and hollering about their unexpected, but very welcome, visitors. 

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#delta landscaping #triple frontier boys #triple frontier fic #santiago garcia #will miller

[wysteria-clad]

Dating Will Miller would include:

paring: Will Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, pregnancy, kids.

If marriage, babies & children aren't your thing, keep scrolling.

a/n: I'm highkey soft for the Miller brothers. I'm in love, your honor.

Will

- Will is 10/10 the guy to give you his shoes if you say your feet hurts after wearing heels all day. He would even carry you in his arms after teasing you a bit playfully.

- He is so good at cuddling. His hugs are the best. He completely wraps you in his arms, shielding you from anything hurting you figuratively and literally, making you feel loved, safe and warm.

- He is a gentleman. He opens doors for you.

- Kisses on the side of your head, lots of it—as a goodbye, a greeting, a reminder of his sweet love. He is soft for you <3

- His terms of endearment for you—sweetheart, honey, sweetie usually. If he is feeling really tender/trying to calm you down, he calls you, 'Baby'

- He is not the jealous type, but he is really protective of you.

- He is attentive, he notices your cues if you are in a bad mood/ pms-ing. He knows exactly what to do to comfort you. And he will give you space to cool down if you prefer that.

- Daddy af

- He is the dom, but would be down to switch for you if you want to try it.

- He is always gentle with you. But he is rough af when you want it that way, but still he checks to make sure you are alright.

- He gives you anything you desire—Hot passionate sex? Yes. Soft vanilla sex? Yes. You just want to be held by him and kissed and cuddled sweetly? Yes.

- He is the big spoon. You tried to spoon him once, but you looked like koala bear clinging to him. You both laughed it off. He doesn't mind as long you are next to him. But you hook your leg over his hip in sleep and he loves it.

- He is not big on pda, but he would never turn down your kisses. He holds your hands when you go out.

- And when you go shopping, he actually pays attention to the outfits you pick out when you try it on for him. He doesn't zone out and scroll his phone mindlessly.

- He is patient af. He would wait for you till you choose without complaining.

"You look beautiful in everything, sweetheart."

To him you can wear nothing but a huge baggy t-shirt, and be the most beautiful women on the entire planet.

"You are not helping," you laugh lightly holding all five outfits you tried.

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Flattery would get you anything, Miller," you add, smiling. You ended up buying all five outfits.

- He would carry your bags. No way he want his baby to carry stuff when he is around. Not in a controlling, macho way, more like, 'Let me treat you like the Queen you are, baby.'

- His primary love languages are quality time and acts of service.

- He is a girl dad™

- You have two daughters with him. (If you wanna see soft! Dad! Will, here ya go)

- They are daddy's girls without a single doubt. You joke about how your girls 'betrayed you'

- He tries to leave for work before your daughters are up, cause he cannot resist their faces when they cling to him. Your youngest refuses to leave his arms, while your oldest clings to his legs and cry for him not to leave. "Daddy, don't leave me alone!'' (You don't count, mommy 😂)

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Dating Benny Miller would include

paring: Benny Miller x fem! reader; established relationship

- Let's say you did something great/achieved something in academics/career. Benny is the type of boyfriend to yell, "That's my girlfriend!", publicly. You are embarrassed, but deadass love it.

- He is a proud boyfriend and he loves to show you off to his friends.

- Santi, Frankie and Will thought it would tone down after he married you, but no. It only changed to 'That's my wife!', after the marriage.

Frankie casually mentions how his wife is the best, and of course, Benny has to go on and on about how wonderful you are until they cut him off, grumbling.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. Your girl is the best."

"My wife," he corrects with a not so subtle grin on his face.

- Benny loves your cuddles. He would just lay his head between your breasts or bury his head on the crook of your neck. Mans just loves your touch. He is your personal weighted blanket. He cannot keep his hands off you.

- He melts into you like a puddle when you thread your fingers into his hair, and play with his hair while cuddling.

- His terms of endearment for you—baby, babe, darling, sweetness, babygirl. And he would call you more cheeky names.

- Constant teasing and playful banters.

- Palm kisses are his thing <3

- He is the kind of boyfriend that would rest his chin on your palm/kiss your palm if you do the 'hold out your palm to your lover and see what they do' challenge.

- He is your golden retriever puppy. His mere presence lights up your entire day.

- He gets jealous and is a little insecure at times.

- Always knows what to do and what to say to make you smile and laugh.

- Switch af

- Down to try new things with you, but impact play is not his thing.

- kinky sex, giggling goofy sex, passionate sex.

- He loves and enjoys cuddling you after sex.

- He usually spoons you, but would not hesitate to ask you adorably, "Baby, can I be the little spoon now?". He is your six feet tall baby <3

- He knows how goddamn handsome and hot he is, yet he would blush whenever you compliment him, especially his pretty eyes.

- You want piggyback rides from him? You got it.

- pda. pda. pda

Always has his arm around you shoulder/waist/thigh when you are out. And he can't stop kissing you any chance he gets.

- His primary love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

- He is great with kids. He is 'the fun uncle' to his nieces and his friends' kids.

- You have a son and a daughter with him.

- Highkey cries on your kids' first day of pre-school, and won't hide it.

(a/n: I can go on & on about these cuties, let's save that for later)

#wystie-verse #william ironhead miller #william miller x reader #will miller x reader #will miller imagine #benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #benny miller #triple frontier boys #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier

[growup-thatbeautiful]

I love all your fics!!!! I wondering if I could please request imagine (Triple Frontier) Ben Miller x shy girlfriend reader and both your infant son is mommy boy. Pretty adorable like every single day walking around the building, waiting for Ben or after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

A/n: you’re a genius, lovely! this is post-canon so i don’t have to deal with tom :) also, i spent so much time choosing the gif because i kept getting distracted about how pretty they are (the tf boys and the gifs)

Warnings: none :) reader has a kid, so if that’s not your thing don’t read!

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Good Luck Charm

The brick wall of the gym hallway is cool against your shoulder from where you’re leaning against it. The smell of clean linoleum and the hum of the fluorescents above you provide a timeless cocoon for the sleeping bundle in your arms to nuzzle in closer to your chest.

“Good morning, Jules,” you coo softly when the bundle opens his eyes. “Have a good nap?” You get a bleary-eyed stare in response. Julian, named after Benny’s mom Julia, slowly blinks at you before spitting out his pacifier, spit following behind.

“Baby, why’d you do that?” you ask him. “You want your paci.” Sure enough, his face starts to turn red and you see his throat work up an upset whimper. Before he can start to fuss to much, though, you press the pacifier back into his mouth. Contentment settles on his face and his eyes slide back closed.

Distantly, you can hear the yelling crowd from the gym, and you don’t know how Jules is sleeping at all. The crowd is larger than normal on account of the sizable opponent Benny is fighting, hence the reason you’re waiting in the hallway instead of watching the fight.

You used to watch all of his matches when you where dating- you couldn’t get enough of the thrill of watching your Benny up on that platform, fighting with all of his strength to win. But, as you got more attached to him, it got harder to watch him take punches, especially when you had Julian.

Even if you aren’t in the room, it doesn’t stop you from thinking about Benny. The fight hasn’t started yet, which means that he’s probably in the locker room down the hall getting hyped up by the guys. As clear as if he was right in front of you, you see him wrap his hands carefully with bandages and gloves, his wedding band around a cord on his neck that holds his dog tags.

Will’s probably giving him some sort of pep talk with Santiago tagging on any information he deems helpful, which usually isn’t. Frankie, quiet and composed, os sitting on the bench, sizing up the opponent and searching for any weaknesses. They make quiet the group of men together. All there for Benny, even though none of them have to do this anymore.

When the crowd’s cheers grow louder, you know Benny’s made his way into the gym. Your husband’s always been a town favorite, and tonight there’s some sort of special opponent that he’s facing. You try not to learn all of the details- they usually make you too nervous. Benny knows not to tell you anything the same way you know not to ask questions when you patch him up. Blood, after being with him for so long, isn’t a problem for you anymore.

From somewhere down the hall, a voice calls your name. You could recognize that voice from anywhere, and if that wasn’t a dead giveaway then the loud, expletive-filled Spanish greeting gives him away before you can turn around and tell him that Julian’s asleep. Santiago wraps his arms around you, careful of Julian, and greets you warmly. “Hola, mija. How’s the kid?”

“Trying to sleep,” you respond without any malice at all. “No thanks to you.” He at least looks a little bit ashamed, but that clears away from his face as soon as Frankie steps next to him.

“Jesus, Pope, could you be any louder?” Frankie says, patting you roughly on the shoulder with a grin. “You think you would learn how to be around kids after all this time, ¿eh cabròn?”

“Thanks, Frank.” Santi’s voice is dripping with its usual sarcasm and sass, but all of you are used to it by now. 99% of what Santi says can be taken with a grain of salt.

In the gym, Benny’s name is announced over the loudspeaker and the lights start flashing rapidly. “I guess that’s your que to go,” you say. “Wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

“Can we convince you to join us?” Frankie asks. Because it’s Frankie, you know he means the offer. If you asked him, he would take care of Julian while you went to see Benny, and you would trust him fully to do so. After two of his own kids, Frankie knows how to take care of all kinds of disasters, and you know his gentleness applies to anyone he considers family.

But you just don’t think that you watching is a good idea. “Nah, it’s okay, Frankie. Maybe next time.” Both of you know you’ll say the exact same thing next time too, but you always appreciate the offer.

With a knowing look, Frankie nods and leads Santiago down the hall with him into the crowded, hazy gym. You turn your attention back to Julian, who looks content in his dinosaur onesie. It was a gift from Will, and Benny wanted Julian to show support for his uncles.

The rest of the fight passes in a the crowds oohs and aahs and you can only pay so much attention to it before it starts to make you too anxious. Realistically, you know Benny can handle whoever it is he’s fighting. You heard accidentally that there’s a pound difference between them, but Benny’s fast for someone his size and you know that he can his own. Plus, he’s got a hearty amount of backup in case something goes wrong. The worst you’ve ever had to patch up in a long is a bloody nose or bruised ribs, and even then Benny usually knows how to take care of himself more than you do.

Eventually, you hear the triumphant roars reach a crescendo and the announcer calls out Benny as the winner. Pride fills your chest as you whisper to Julian. “Daddy won his fight, Jules. Just like we told him to.” Julian, waking up due to the raised noise levels, looks at you through squinted blue eyes just like his father’s.

As people trickle past you through the back exit, you make your way into the locker room where you know Benny and the guys will be as soon as Benny’s cleared by the unofficial doctor on site. It must not have been close at all because they show up after only a few minutes, cheering and yelling their way through the door.

When Benny sees you, a grin lights up his face, as if it’s a surprise to see you there. Like you would ever miss a fight.

With one strong arm wrapped around your waist, he pulls you in to a bruising kiss. “Honey,” he mutters against your lips, “I think you might be my good luck charm.”

Even after all these years, your heart still swells at his words, at the idea of Benny being just as enamored with you as you are with him. “I think Julian might be part of it too.”

With a grin, Benny looks down at the baby between you. “Hey, bud,” he greets, two sandy blond-haired heads looking at each other. While you’re the one who can seemingly always get Jules to sleep, Benny always wakes him up. Luckily, though, Julian is usually happy when he sees Benny. You can’t blame him. “How was your day with mama?”

“He had a rough day at school,” you explain softly to Benny, looking at Julian. “Apparently he was fussy.”

Benny scoffs and carefully takes Julian when you offer him. If it was anyone else covered in sweat and blood, you would say no, but you know Benny’s at least washed his hands. “My baby? Never. He’s an angel.”

“Sure, honey,” you respond, happy to see the twinkle in Benny’s eye. He may not agree, but you know there’s nothing that makes him in a better mood than winning and having his family there. “How was the fight?”

Benny’s grin spreads across his face and takes on a confidence that you usually don’t see outside of your home. “Not even close. He didn’t see a fuckin’ thing coming.”

“Benny,” you sigh, gesturing to Julian. “I’ll let it slide because you just won.”

“Good luck getting Pope to stop. His favorite words aren’t appropriate for kids,” Benny says in return, but you know he’s trying. His language is already better than it used to be. “Isn’t that right, Jules?”

Jules responds with a happy noise, one that just makes Benny’s grin even wider. You can’t help but appreciate the sight before you; your two beaming boys with each other, your family together.

Yeah, you’re going to keep coming to his fights. Maybe your his good luck charm, maybe you’re not, but nothing could possibly stop you from seeing Benny like this.

Happy. Content. Loved.

“Come here, honey,” Benny calls to you, and who are you to say no. Carefully, you let yourself be wrapped in Benny’s arms, your head on the warm muscle of his shoulder. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course,” you whisper. “We’re your good luck charms, right?”

“Absolutely,” he agrees. You ignore the whistling and cheering of Santi and Frankie and the over-exaggerated gagging of Will. “Nothin’ like you, sweetheart. Or you-” he looks down at Julia “-bud.”

You can’t help but agree.

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[romanarose]

Prelude: "This Better not Awaken Anything in me"

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

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Next part: getting started

Summary: While having sex, you and santi find out a mutual fantasy...

WARNINGS: piv, rough sex, finger sucking, anal play, hair pulling, spanking, soft aftercare, after sex check in, talk of group sex, talk of anal and oral.

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Santiago was unrelenting today. You’d often heard the term “fuck you into the mattress” and it seems Santi was taking this literally. He had you on your stomach, pillow under your hips, hand pressed down between your shoulder blades that had initially cracked your back as he pressed down, making him break out of character, giggling a bit as he asked if you were okay. When he knew he hadn’t inadvertently hurt you, and kissed the area he cracked, he went back to fucking into you, pressing you down, muffling your moans and cries when his other hand slapped your ass. While he had went down on your generously long, he hadn’t allowed you to come, preferring to build you up tonight. 

When he heard you mumbling into the comforter, he let up his weight on your back, allowing you to lift your face up. He always did this if he thought you were trying to say something, Santi always let up to let you talk, in case you wanted to express your needs or use a safeword. 

“More” Was all you managed to get out.

A slight chuckle behind you, and although you couldn’t see him, you could imagine the grin on his face. “You need more, pretty girl? Eight inches ain’t enough for you?”

“Need, no, need- fuck!” You were a babbling mess, the thick drag of his cock through your walls and feeling him hit in your stomach making forming a coherent thought impossible.

“What’s wrong baby?” His tone was teasing, each snap of his hips making the thoughts you were gathering shatter and restart. “Am I fucking you stupid?”

You whine out a mhm, and he slows down, eliciting another whine.

You felt Santi’s sweaty body fold over you, encasing you, right arms covering yours and interlacing your fingers together, while his left brushed hair that was stuck to your face, his hips continuing to move himself inside you, slow and tender to allow you to think. “Tell me what you need, baby girl” he pressed kisses into your neck.

“Need your fingers”

He obliged, moving his hand to wrap around you, playing with the bundle of nerves above where he entered you. “Like this?” You shake your head, and feel him smile against your neck. “Ah.”

He leaves you, a shiver of chills as your skin disconnected, and Santi runs his hands up and down your back, easing the transition to the cold air. He slides his hands back down, one resting on your cheek, kneading the soft skin and the other delivering a harsh slap. You yelp and your body jolts. 

“Shh, shh” Santiago rubs the spot, still bruised from previous nights. “I’ll give you what you want sweetie, always will, I’ll always take care of you.” Placing a hand on the small of your back, his thumb traced over the tight ring of muscle. “Like this?” His hips never stopping slowly thrusting into you.

You felt him spit on your hole, then push his thumb inside. All you can do is moan, melting back into the bed.

He began to pick up speed again, his thumb matching his growing pace. “You like that baby? You like me filling you up?” He doesn’t need your answer, the wet squelch of your cunt answering for you. Santiago leans around you again, managing to keep his thumb in you as two fingers from his other hand tap at your lips, asking for permission which you gladly granted, accepting him even more into you.

“Fuck baby,” he mumbles in aw. “So fucking desperate, aren’t you? Desperate to please me, to take me everywhere?”

You nod, sucking on his thick fingers.

Santiago pulls back, wet fingers pressed against your lower neck, you turn your face back into the mattress. Fuck he feels good, pounding into you so deep, you were sure if he pressed his hand against your stomach, he’d feel himself in you. Tears pricked at your eyes, he had been edging you for nearly an hour at this point.

“All pretty and submissive for me, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Like me shoving my cock wherever I wanted?”

The only response out of your mouth was the repetitive ‘uh, uh, uh’ in time with each time his dick hit that perfect spot.

“Or do you just like feeling full? Huh? Like feeling all your holes stuffed up like a greedy fucking whore?” Santi pressed his full upper weight onto you, shoving you into the soft mattress. The room smell of sex and sweat, and you could hear his grunts, working himself up. “You like being filled? My fingers not enough, want me to call one of the guys over? Hm? Want me to have Will fuck your ass while I’m in this tight little pussy?”

The blood drained out of your shit, how did he know that? Had you said something in your sleep during one of those many dreams you had of Will Miller ravaging you? 

“You’d like wouldn’t you? Maybe Benny too, shoving his cock down your throat? Both Miller brothers inside you at once?”

Shit, shit fuck he was tapping deeper into your fantasies. You groan as the coil tighten, praying to god he lets you come soon, unsure how long you can hold it. 

His thrusts remained powerful and harsh as he traded the thumb in your asshole for two fingers, stretching you, but the pace was faltering. You inch your ass back, eagerly taking what he gives you.

“Or maybe you’d like all of them, taking turns with your fucked out cunt. Frankie’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, I wanna watch you struggle to take him all in” Santiago felt you tight around him at the thought of that, the mattress doing little to block the loud moan that escaped you.

Santi laughed darkly. “Yeah, I’d bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you” he wrapped his large hands around the back of your neck, squeezing in the sides to block the oxygen. “Have the guys sharing you, passing you around, all inside you at once, f-fuck” He groans, the idea of his perfect girl being so good for his friend, taking care of them. “While I watch them fuck you, make sure I know how lucky I am to have you, shit, baby, you want that?”

He couldn’t make out what you said, but you doubts it was comprehensible anyway, the world around you was fading, only his cock existed. That is, until his fist grabbed your hair, yanking you up to where his face was waiting for you. “I asked you a fucking question bitch” Santi spit into your hung-open mouth. “Little slut too fucked out to speak?” his tone condescending. “Answer me and I’ll let you come. Do you want Frankie, Benny and Will to stretch you open?”

You muster every bit of comprehension you have to sputter out “y-es, yes daddy” before your face was thrown back into the soft fabric. 

“Then come for me” he grunted, slapping your ass and watching the fat jiggle as you screamed, the floodgates finally opened after an hour of edging. He punctured his words with harsh thrusts as he came, balls slapping against you “Dirty. Fucking. Whore.” He slammed into you one more time, feeling his cum spill inside. You briefly wonder what it would feel like to feel Frankie take over next, but right now you were too tired to carry that fantasy much further.

You come to with a warm rag cleaning both holes, Santi muttering softly about how good you were for him, ‘my perfect girl’ ‘sweet thing’ ‘such a good girl’ He sat on the side of the bed, coaxing your face out towards him again, a gentle adoring smile on his face. “Hey princesa, you feel okay?” 

Nodding eagerly, you smile right back at the love of your life. “I’m doing great, you?”

Santi couldn’t help chuckling at that. You always asked how he was, despite the fact it was him inflicting the pain. “Fucking fanstastic. Can I massage you, or would that be overwhelming right now?”

“Massage would be great, Santi”

He happily obliged, getting the lotion he kept on in the draw of the nightstand for the dry patched on your arms, which he rubbed lotion into first, before focusing on your upper back and neck that he pressed so hard into. “Anything hurt?”

“Can you get the right shoulder? It’s a little stiff. Not from you, hurt it carrying a box.”

He gives a small tsk, “Wish you would’ve told me, I would have been more careful. You know you can tell me if theres something to be careful around, or if you don’t want anything rough.” You knew this, of course, but Santi always reiterated this to you, making sure you knew he meant it.

“I know baby, forgot about it until just now, promise. I’ll always tell you if I don’t like something”

“I know you will, Carino. Makes me so proud of you when you trust me.” A pause. “You wanna talk about that now? Or wait on it?”Santi referenced the fact you had both open stated you wanted his friends to fuck you.

“We can talk about it now…” You were nervous. You did find them all attractive, ridiculously so… But you were worried that what Santi said was just dirty talk. Would he think less of you? Would he actually think of you as a whore, and not in the way you had previously discussed for sex? Would he think you’d cheat? Think you’re dirty? Would he-

“Hey sweetheart” Santiago briefly paused his massage to kiss you back to attention. “I can hear you thinking from here. It’s okay, this is why we talk about things, this room is a judgment free zone. Do you actually want- wait no, let me start…” Santi took a breath. “That wasn’t just talk for me” He moved his hands to between your shoulder blades, thumbs working your spine. “That wasn’t just talk for me, I’d love to see that… with one or all of them, whoever. I trust them all with my life, and with you. I know I made you say you wanted it so you could come, but that was my horny brain talking. I want you to be honest with me, baby.”

You could always be honest with Santi. You rolled your shoulders. “I feel much better, can you hold me please?”

“Of course” Santi laid down, pulling your chest to his. “Is that you dodging the question? Because we can discuss it later, I just think we should talk about it eventua-”

“I want that. Do you think… do you think they’d want to?”

Santi shrugged a bit. “I don’t know, good chance they might. I know Frankie and Benny have been with girls together”

“I doubt Will wants to have sex with the same girl his brother is fucking”

“You never know baby, I can ask, see their thoughts, what they may or may not be into?” He He watched your face frown. “Or not! I could just talk to Will, see if he’s interested in you me and him, or we can just pretend this never happened, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable”

You shift a bit. “I don’t want them to think badly of me”

“Oh honey” Santiago kissed the crease between your brows. “They would never. Even if they weren’t interested, no one would judge you.”

You considered for a moment. “Do it” You whispered, breathing out shakily, nervous but excited “All of them”

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Okay y'all this is bc of a convo me and @kittyofalltrades had with @dameronscopilot so uuuuhhhhhhhhh if this fic gets 50 notes I'll go out of my norms and write group sex between reader and all 4 boys which is gonna be HARD but ima try.

so make sure you reblog

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PART 2 IS HERRREEE

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[doodles-bi-tea]

how you met the love of your life, benny miller

pairing: benny miller x bartender reader [second person, no y/n]

warnings: mentions + consumption of alcohol. that’s really it. flirting?? idk

word count: 2,116

a/n: heyyy I’ve been really inactive (at least in terms of posting) but I’ve opened up requests recently! this isn’t a request but thought I’d write something just for fun and to get back into writing. here’s the post where I talked abt the requests, feel free to send something in!! also sorry I kind of weirdly switched time perspectives closer to the end so uhhh hope you don’t mind it just felt weird trying to fix it so I didn’t. but yeah I’ve been hella obsessed with benny miller from triple frontier so figured I’d write smth for him 🤗 honestly not entirely sure I like this oneshot that much but yeah whatever if you enjoy feel free to lmk <3

The bar was quiet, to say the least. It was a Saturday night, which typically meant that many of your usuals would be there, as well as other strangers looking to unwind after the work week. But, fortunately for you, it was mostly empty, save for most of the aforementioned usuals. This was an empty shift no one else wanted to take, and you didn’t have plans so you just decided to take it on a whim. You wiped off a glass and set it on the counter next to a few others, hearing the bell on the door ring again.

Glancing up, you saw a group of four [hot] men come in, talking and smiling with each other. You watched them as they made their way over to a booth closer to the back. They got settled in as you continued to dry different beer and cocktail glasses behind the counter.

Since it wasn’t busy, you spent most of your time just doing mundane tasks to clean and fix different things around the bar and in the back. Eventually, one of the men came from the booth and up to the bar to grab drinks. He wore a dark red t-shirt and beige pants, with a navy baseball cap atop his head and aviators covering his eyes.

He asked for four beers, which you then handed to him. He nodded in acknowledgment, and was turning to leave with the bottles, but paused.

“Hey, by the way-“ he turned again to face you. “-my friend over there thinks you’re cute.”

You were admittedly a little stunned to hear that, but you let your eyes drift over to the booth where his friends sat. Also to your surprise, two of the other three were looking back at you. The one wearing a blue button up over a white tee and a backwards green baseball cap put his hand up with a grin and winked.

“What’s his name?” You waved back, albeit more hesitant.

“Benny. I would’ve sent him over but didn’t know if you’d like that.” He put the beers down on the counter as he leaned against it.

“Tell him he can come over if he wants, I don’t mind. Oh, but what’s your name?”

“Just call me Frankie.” He stuck his hand out and you shook it. “Let me know if he starts harassing you or something, I’ll beat ‘im up.”

You smiled and chuckled quietly. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but thank you.”

He nodded before grabbing the beers and heading back to the booth. You saw him put the bottles down on the table before sitting down and saying something to the rest of the group. It probably had something to do with what you said about Benny, seeing as he stood up suddenly and began [nearly] bounding over, beer in hand, like a golden retriever with a stick in its mouth.

“Hey.” You greeted him as he sat on one of the barstools and leaned against the counter.

“Hey,” He smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling upwards like his lips. “I’m Ben, or you can call me Benny.”

You didn’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t his voice when he first spoke. It was deep and smooth, with a hint of a southern drawl, like music to your ears or honey for your tea.

“Yeah, Frankie over there told me.” You nodded over in the direction of the booth he had just come from. “Said you thought I was cute?”

Benny chuckled, letting his head tilt downwards as if to look at his shirt or shoes bashfully. It was a wonderful sound. “Yeah, yeah, I still do.”

You suddenly became aware of the fact that you were feeling warm all over, and a little nervous. You’d have your fair share of people hitting on you, but Benny seemed different for once. He seemed very genuine.

You weren’t sure what it was. Maybe the way his dark dirty blonde hair peeked out from the edges of his backwards baseball cap. Maybe the way his eyelashes were so thick and dark that you could practically see them from a mile away. Maybe the way his voice had your stomach doing somersaults any time he spoke. Anyway, you weren’t sure what it was.

“Well thank you then, hon.” You smiled back at him. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

“Thanks.” He chuckled again, before taking a sip of his beer.

That noise. You would never get enough of it. It was deep, slightly raspy, and had a bit of a stutter to it. Your knees nearly buckled underneath you when he looked back up at you with those pretty blue eyes.

“So,” Benny started, setting his bottle down on the counter and crossing his arms. “Could I get to know you a little better?”

The once-boring evening turns into something much more enjoyable from that point on. You continue serving the customers that are already there and the ones that come in later. Benny sits at the counter, talking to you about each of your likes and dislikes, daily life, stuff like that. He asks you about the bar, you ask him about his fights and training. It’s nice and calm, and he’s very easy to talk to. He makes a joke about every other sentence, but you can tell he’s not trying too hard, it’s just something that comes naturally to him.

You ask him a couple times if he needs to get back to his friends, who are still nursing their beers and talking amongst themselves, but he smiles and waves the notion away.

“I’d much rather talk to you, honey.”

This man was going to be the death of you, with his stupid pretty blue eyes and fluffy hair and soft jaw defined by that barely-there stubble.

The night continues on. You and Benny end up talking until closing, long after his first and only beer is gone, when you realize that it’s only you two and his friends left in the building.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I talked your ear off all night. I should start closing up.” You apologize, wiping the counter with a rag one last time for the night.

Benny smiles at you gently. “You’re fine, don’t worry about it. I had fun, even if all we were doing was talkin’.”

“Me too.”

There’s a bit of silence as you finish cleaning and putting some things away, before you decide to speak again.

“Hey, I hope it isn’t too forward of me, but could I get your number?” You’re not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but it appears and you welcome it.

“Honey,” Benny grins a little wider this time. “You can never be too forward with me. Here, hand me your phone real quick.”

You feel your cheeks warm up again as you hand it to him, waiting as he creates a contact for himself. He hands you the phone back a moment later. “Benny Miller,” the contact reads.

“Thanks, Miller.”

“No problem. Make sure to text me later. I’ll be waitin’ for it.” He winks.

You can only chuckle in response, feeling almost giddy as you notice his friends make their way over to the bar behind Benny.

One of them, not Frankie, though, came up next to Benny. He was slightly shorter than Benny if he were standing, but looked somewhat like him, instead with shorter hair of a similar dark blonde hue, and more grown out facial hair. He shared Benny’s striking blue eyes.

“Hey, we’re heading out now.” He told Benny, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You wanna leave with me or do you need the keys to the truck? I can leave with Frankie and Santi if you need to stay longer.”

Ah, so that’s the name of the other man next to Frankie. All four of them were very attractive, now that you get a nice up-close look at them. You give a little wave to Frankie as he talks with “Santi.” He smiles and waves back, not breaking their discussion.

“Oh, uh…” Benny trailed off, before looking back at you. “Did you need a ride?”

As much as you would have liked that, you had your own car to take home. Damn, the one time you choose not to get an Uber.

“No, I have my own car, it’s fine. And I need to just close up anyways, I’ve cleaned up most of the stuff already.”

“Okay,” He grinned at you before turning back to the other man. “I’ll take the keys, thanks.”

The man nodded and fished them out of his pocket, along with his wallet. He placed a $20 and a $5 bill on the counter and slid it over to you.

“I’m Will,” Like Frankie, he holds his hand out for you to shake, which you take. “Thanks for the beers. Let me know if you need anything.” He says that last part to Benny, before nodding again at you in acknowledgment and then turning to leave with Frankie and Santi—who you didn’t get to talk to, unfortunately.

He seemed fun, though, as he yelled out to Benny as they began opening the door. “See you later, tonto!” [“See you later, silly!”]

You giggle a little as the door swings closed and Benny scoffs under his breath. “They sound like a fun group.”

“Yeah, they can be. A bit of a handful, though.”

“Present company excluded?” You tilt your head slightly and raise an eyebrow.

“You’ll just have to find that out when we go on a real date, honey.” He flashes you a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so. “Could I walk you out when you’re done here?”

For nearly the tenth time tonight butterflies arise in your stomach at his antics. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Let me go in the back real quick and then we can go.”

He nods and checks his phone as you head behind the doors to the storage rooms and kitchen area, just doing a check-up to make sure everything’s locked and secured. You finish that up quickly and turn off all the lights in the rooms before coming back out behind the bar counter to face Benny.

He looks up from his phone and gives you a sweet smile as he turns it off and slides it back into his back pocket. “Everything good?”

“Yep,” You reach into a cabinet behind you to grab your bag and coat. “Ready to go.”

You finish putting on your coat as you come out from behind the bar to stand next to Benny, who gets up from his seat before pushing in the stool.

“Shall we?” He holds his bent arm out to you as if you two were about to go out on a walk in a fancy flower garden.

You chuckle quietly at the motion, before going to hook your arm with his. “We shall.”

And so the two of you walk out—you locking up before you leave, of course—and he leads you to your car.

“Thanks for walking me out.” You smile at him under the mixture of the glow of the moon and the shine of the streetlights. “You’re real sweet, you know that?”

“It’s no problem. Just been raised that way,” Benny grins back. “Gotta make sure you get home safe.”

You hum in agreement, tracing his features with your eyes for the last time that night. Your ears almost don’t hear what he says because you’re so enthralled with just studying his face. “Real pretty too, Benny.”

His smile drops for a moment, out of shock, you think, before he just looks down again at the ground, cheeks flushed. He almost looks embarrassed, and for a moment you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong. You open your mouth to speak but he says something first.

“I think that’s the best compliment a man like me could get, honey.” He brings his gaze back up to make eye contact with you, his voice smooth and deep. “Thank you. You’re real pretty too.”

Even as you head home alone, driving along the dark and near-empty streets, you can’t stop thinking about him. About how pretty he looked under the moonlight in the latest hours of night, the early hours of the morning, in that barren parking lot. About how easy it was to talk to him and how interested he was in the things you had to say. The dark was unsettling, but his presence made everything a bit brighter.

You would definitely have to find a way to thank Frankie for introducing you later.

#tea writes #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fic #triple frontier boys #triple frontier x reader #benny miller x reader #benjamin benny miller #benny miller #x reader #garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund characters #garrett hedlund x reader #santiago garcia x reader #francisco morales x reader #william miller x reader

[peterhollandkait]

Everything I Know Leads Me Back to You Masterlist

Summary: Four months ago, your childhood best friend and first love Frankie Morales showed up on your doorstep strung out on cocaine, mumbling words you hadn’t heard him say since high school. You fight your feelings as long as you can, trying to keep him at a distance. But what happens when you give in and it eventually falls apart?

Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader / OC

Series Warnings: Drug addiction, angst, hurt, descriptions of depression and anxiety, eventual smut, p in v sex, mentions of ptsd, trauma related to the military

Playlist 1: "Songs on Frankie Morales's Outdated iPod"

Playlist 2: "My Beloved Sunny"

Prelude - If You See the Shell That's Left of Me... [1.5k]

Part 1 - Spare Him A Little Kindness [5.8K]

Part 2 - Run Boy Run [4.1K]

→ 2.1 - Brothers in Arms [~500]

Part 3 - To Be Loved and To Be In Love [Coming Soon]

Drabbles / One-Shots:

When Sunny Met Frankie [.5k]

→ When Santiago accidentally kicks his soccer ball over Frankie's fence and into his neighbor's yard, the puzzle pieces of fate come together.

The Sun and Her Fish [1.4k]

→ Frankie and Sunny have a pool day. Takes place between the prelude and part 1.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x afab!reader #pedro pascal #frankie morales fic #frankie morales smut #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales angst #frankie morales x you #pedro pascal characters #triple frontier boys #benny miller #will miller #frankie catfish morales #santiago pope garcia

[buckysred]

Dating The TF Boys Headcanons

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

the king of forehead kisses

like everytime he greets you it’s kiss on the mouth then on the forehead

LOVES to travel

takes you places and takes pictures everywhere you go

when you compile a scrap book full of all of your pictures for him, he tries to play it off like he isn’t about to cry over the gesture

loves to try new food

you both make a competition out of it

“baby, i’m tellin’ you there’s no way you’d be willing to try more options here than me”

isn’t huge on petnames but your name (and nickname if you’re apart of delta) is his favorite thing in the world

he’s definitely the type to wanna be the big spoon always

but does like to have your head on his chest and his hand trailing up and down your back leisurely sometimes

massages!!! (on both of your ends)

isn’t big on PDA but likes to have his hand on your back or hip at all times

loves eye contact

if you struggle with holding his eyes, he’d gently tilt your head back up to meet his eyes before he continued talking

isn’t the best at remembering shit

but is super sentimental and goes all out on your birthday

not in a “i’m throwing the biggest party” but in a “i’m taking them to spot where we had our first date to have a picnic” or some shit like that

likes to watch soccer and ADORES you when you put in effort to learn and/or watch it with him

you in his favorite players jersey has santi falling in love

has a hard time sleeping without you

he didn’t have a problem before but once he had you cozily pressed up against him and saw you in the glow of the morning he NEVER wants to go back

Frankie “Catfish” Morales

the most understanding man you’ll ever meet

and the best listener too

frankie not only is your boyfriend but your best friend too

best supporter ever

your wins are his wins too (and vice versa)

is a BRAGGER

“y/n just got promoted, so fucking proud.” …. “yeah, yeah, man. they’re great, i’m telling ya.”

smells like coffee and leather

picks up on the fact that you like the way he smells and teases you horribly about it

secretly loves physical affection. he tries to downplay it like it’s you who likes it but… it’s him

“babe, if you wanna hug me all you gotta do is ask.”

hand on your thigh

in the car? on your thigh. at dinner? on your thigh. laying down? resting on your thigh.

likes when you pull him down to rest on your lap

he also likes to pull your legs into his lap

runs his hand up and down your calf while your legs are there too

let’s you wear his favorite cap

can’t sleep without white noise

which drives you crazy at first bc why the hell does the tv have to be on but turned so low

frankie picks up on your slight irritation one night so he turns it off

then you see the nightmares and understand

is really good at communicating

he doesn’t see the point in keeping anything from you bc he trusts and love you so much

Ben “Benny” Miller

the definition of late night drives for dates

despite his rough appearance, benny is the biggest sweetheart to walk the planet

but only you get to see that

goes out of his way to make sure you always are comfortable and have what you need

“honey, jus’ tell me what you need from the store and i’ll get it” ……. “no. no. don’t you even think of getting out of bed” ….. “baby, you’re sick, that’s why. goodness, you’re sweet and all but you’re gonna end up killin’ me one day with your stubbornness.”

benny has a problem with staying still

he found that running in the morning helps

even when you loath it you try and get up and get moving with him

like santi, he isn’t the best at remembering shit

but he does remember smaller things

like how you take your coffee/tea in the morning

he fucking loves when you play with his hands or card your hands through his hair

is a BIG PDA fan

touching anywhere and everywhere is a must for him

grazing your cheeks, deep kisses, obnoxiously swinging your hands while intertwined

loves to use my girl/boy

this man is a protector thru and thru

fucking hates people talking shit about those he cares about

and he’ll show them just how much

bc of this you have to constantly bandage this boy up (also bc of MMA)

likes to take you fishing

you pretend like you have no idea how to do any of it so he can show you

he knows your playing but loves to be behind you and direct you on what to do

same with playing pool

hugs from behind and cheek kisses >

like fish, he’ll let you wear his favorite cap

takes it off his head and snugs it onto yours backwards

fixes your hair and then just continues on like he didn’t just do what he did

you know when benny is fully in love with you when he introduces you to Will

benny being the little brother he looks up to his big brother a lot

which means his opinion means a lot

therefore means a lot to you

Will loves you ofc

Will finds it hilarious how head over boots ben is for you (lol)

after Will, benny takes you to meet all of the guys

and once again they all adore you

they tease benny that you’re way out of his league

benny just smirks, “hell yeah they are”, then kisses your cheek

Will “Ironhead” Miller

• my mf baby

is the most doting man ever

acts of service is definitely his love language

and psychical affection

isn’t a fan of PDA tho

does like to have his arm around your shoulders and one of your hands locked in the hand that’s around your shoulders (hopefully that made sense)

is a great cook and loves to cook with you

one time you cooked for him before he got home

that solidified that fact that he was in love with you

keeps track of EVERYTHING

literally a record book of everything y’all have ever done

also bc of this he’s super observant and attentive

it’s really hard for him to open up about his PTSD

tries to push you away when things get bad or he has an episode

but you’re patient with him and listen to his needs when he does communicate them

it definitely helps make it easier as time go on for him to talk with you about it

HOODIES

he has so fucking many, it’s not even funny

then he starts to notice how his collection starts to dwindle down

until he looks in your closet to see all of them there

he secretly loves it even tho he definitely lightly teases you about it

if you’re short he definitely would pick on you about that too

but no one else can say shit about it

protective with a capital P

isn’t possessive or jealous at all but protective most definitely

if you’re apart of delta, he definitely told pope that in order for him to be on board you would have to be kept out of the mission

the good thing is Will understands mental health struggles

you need something he’s there

always

have anxiety about ordering food when you’re at a restaurant, don’t have to tell him twice

bear hugs!!!!!

oh god i could go on about him forever someone stop me

#santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #triple frontier #triple frontier boys #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #catfish morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #benny miller #ben miller #benny miller x reader #william ironhead miller #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #triple frontier headcanon #oscar issac #pedro pascal #charlie hunnam #garret hedlund #buckysred

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 26th

Day 26: Group Sex // Seduction // Costumes

Dave York + Frankie Morales + Will Miller + Benny Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Oral sex (male and female receiving), group sex, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal sex, slight degradation, collaring, dom/sub tones 

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Three sets of eyes, four - if Dave’s were counted, were focused on you. Will keeps glancing away, shifting uncomfortably, but flickering back over to you as if it was an accident he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. The morbidly curious spectator that slows down the car to rubberneck and observe. 

Except they aren’t watching EMS or fire personnel take care of a crash scene. No, they are watching spit drip down your chin, your throat bulging and gasps as the thick cock that makes tears spring up in your eyes and slides down your cheeks pulls back long enough for you to draw in a breath before it pushes back down your throat. 

Frankie coughs, rubbing his hand over his face and twisting in his seat, his glance finding Benny to see what the younger Miller brother was doing. To see if anyone else was as shocked as he was. Benny was leaning forward, hands clasped together with his blue eyes focused on the scene in front of him. 

His eyes turn back to where the woman on her knees very enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down, taking Dave deeper and deeper with every pass, her nude body on display and he swallows when he sees a flash of something between her cheeks. A toy? A plug?

Benny’s the first to say something. “Hell of a weekend away, York.” His chuckle is awkward, voice rather rough from the unspoken questions that every man has. 

Dave smirks, looking back down at you and strokes your hallowed cheek, making you moan quietly and lean into his touch. “Figured you boys might want a little more than fishing and nature on the menu.” He tells them, looking up from your mouth to find each one of them staring at him. 

“I brought you a toy for the weekend.” He goes on tugging on the collar you are wearing around your neck and you obey immediately, pulling off his cock with a gasp, hazily looking up at him from lust filled eyes. “Good girl.” He winks at you and motions for you to suck his cock again, chuckling when you eagerly take him back into your mouth. “My little slut is going to take care of your every need. Every little hole is yours to fill, to fuck.”

You moan in agreement, and Will shuffles lower in his seat, obviously trying to see if this is some sort of power play or trick. Instead of smirking, Dave catches his eye, beckoning him over. “Touch her, Ironhead.” He invites. “She’s wanting to be filled.” 

Will’s gaze turns calculating, eyes narrowing as he watches your head bob, fingers digging into the arm of his chair from his slumped position before he makes up his mind. Your eyes cut over to watch as he pushes himself up out of the chair with a small grunt, making Dave chuckle, his hand cupping your jaw again. 

“Good choice, Miller” He groans when you swallow around him. “It’s worth it.” 

****

His decision leads to a chain reaction. You miss the silent communication between the other brother and Fankie. The subtle way that they agree with the tiniest of nods before Benny starts to kick off his shoes and Frankie sweeps the Standard Oil hat off his head and tosses it on the table beside him. 

You know their names, you’ve been shown pictures of the men that you were going to entertain this weekend, although they don’t know who you are. Dave hadn’t introduced you, preferring to leave you as his ‘pet’ for now. Adding to the thrill of this. 

Will is the first one to touch you. Hand skimming up your bare back and to the collar around your neck, hooking his fingers under the stiff yet malleable leather to pull you back slightly. Your lips stretch along the base of Dave’s cock, an inch slipping from your throat and Will grunts slightly as you aren’t providing resistance, instead you are letting him move you. 

“Oh she’s good.” He rasps out, pushing you forward until the length is buried in your throat again. There’s slightly admiration in his voice, the feeling of his hand sliding down your back and gripping your ass has you moaning quietly at the praise and touch. 

Dave smirks, looking towards Benny and Frankie as they strip down. Their cocks are half hard, swelling as they throw their clothes off in their haste. “Hurry up before we decide to keep her for ourselves.” He jokes. 

“Fuck no.” Benny grunts, a pout automatically on his face at the idea of not getting to join in on the fun. 

Frankie chuckles and shakes his head as he slowly follows the younger brother over to where all four men are now crowding around you. “He said we have all weekend.” He reminds him with a playful nudge, groaning as he wraps his own hand around his cock. 

“Yeah but this is the beginning of the fun.” Benny smirks as he kneels down and cups your breast. “Fuck, these are nice.” He grunts in approval as he pinches your nipple and makes you whine while you keep sucking Dave’s cock. 

Dave taps your chin and you dutifully move back, looking up at him expectantly. “Move to the bedroom.” Dave orders, obviously wanting to move to a more spacious location for this to happen. 

****

They have you spread out. Limbs splayed wide and each man seems to overtake every one of your senses. Will and Dave had stripped when they had moved you to the bedroom, Benny taking the initiative and hoisting you up to cart you off like a prize. 

Head hanging over the edge of the bed, you feel the press of Will’s insistent cock press deep. Deeper than Dave’s as he grunts, the soft press of his balls against your nose. 

All you can do is take it, moan through it while Frankie’s tongue is buried in your folds. Greedy and hungry for the smallest sounds he pulls out of you, feasting on you as if he were starving. His tongue is artfully wicked, making Benny huff about how no one would be able to satisfy you with oral now that you’ve had Cat’s tongue. 

Firm, wide hand hold your thighs, keeping them apart for his head while he slurps and sucks on your cunt. Making it hard to keep a steady rhythm for the two cocks in your hand. Unable to see them, Will blocks your view but you can hear the curses from Benny, feel the hands groping and slapping at your tits while you absorb the attention all four men give you. 

The air in the room is filled with them. Sweat, sex, musk all permeanting every inch of the space, their unique scents combining into one heady fragrance that covers the smell of your dripping cunt, of your need to be wrecked by them. 

Every second is filled with them. A curling flick of Frankie’s tongue combined with the slide of skin over steel and muted groans, the push of rigid veins along your palette. Every time they push into your hands or mouth, flicks your clit, your cunt clenches. Bottoms out on itself in anticipation. 

Will holds your head, watching his cock disappear into your mouth and bulge out the soft skin of your stretched throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.” He grunts, looking over at Dave. “Need to- fuck where do you want it?” He’s asking Dave instead of you. 

Lips curling up, Dave hums. “Fill up that pretty little throat. I’m sure that you’ll fill up every hole by the time we are done.” 

Nodding, Will bites his lip, looking back down at you and his eyes slip closed. Hips losing their steady rhythm and starting to stutter. Feeling the way his body tightens, his cock hardens even more as he presses in, right before he lets out a loud moan. 

Salty ropes of cum push down your throat, making you gulp in an effort to keep up. Lifting up onto the balls of his toes while you drink him down, your grip on Benny and Dave’s cocks loose while you concentrate on not drowning in Will’s seed. 

Gasping for air and keening when he pulls his wet, spent cock from your mouth. The first sounds of your pleasure fully audible while Frankie continues to lick into your folds. Grinding your hips down and Dave tuts, reaching down and pinching your nipple harshly. “Don’t be greedy, you little slut.” He huffs at you, mocking your desperation for Frankie’s tongue and the way you moan when he tweaks your nipple. “Let the boys fuck those tight little holes.” 

Your lashes flutter and Dave’s filthy words push you over the edge, hips lifting and your body bucking as you cry out. Pouring your release into Frankie’s groaning mouth and Benny hisses. “Fuck, I’m fucking her ass.” He calls dibs on your hole and Dave snorts in amusement. He knows that by the time you’ve left the cabin this weekend, he will have taken every hole you have. 

****

Your eyes are on Dave, heavy lidded as he slowly strokes his cock. Watching instead of touching you and the urge to whine is overwhelming. The men he has worked with are very different but each one of them has an impressive cock. Two of them are stretching you out and impaling you while your body sings in pain and pleasure. 

It’s always the quiet ones that have the thickest dicks. The ones that don’t brag about how fucking big they are. Although it was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he wasn’t lacking, the fucking wrist sized cock that is currently buried in your cunt makes you gasp and whimper, rocking foward while the younger Miller brother pushes deep inside you. 

Benny’s long, average thickness but his cock is more than a full inch longer than Dave’s and your brow pinches slightly as he rocks into you slowly, letting you get used to him inside your tightly gripped hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I never - shit, no one ever lets me fuck their ass.” Benny moans, obviously in heaven and his hands cup your tits while he works his way to his hips grinding against your ass and every inch buried to the hilt. “Shit baby, you are beautiful.” 

“She loves it.” Dave smirks at your slack jawed expression, reaching out to cup your chin while Frankie’s fingers dig into your hips. “Want another cock in you?” He coos, grunting in approval when you nod dumbly like the cock drunk little whore you are. “Hopefully Frankie ate that pretty little pussy out enough to take his fat cock. You love it, don’t you my little slut?” You whimper and nod, clenching down around the cocks inside you.

Now it’s Will’s turn to watch, spent but quickly starting to get turned on again as he watches Dave stand, move over to where the three of you are propped up and feed his cock back into your mouth. You take it easily, just like you had swallowed him down and Will gulps, his cock twitching in interest and it might be a faster recovery time than he expected. 

You look pornographic. It could easily be any porn that they were jerking off to during deployments. One of millions of videos from shared hard drives that were used to combat loneliness and horniness. But instead of a computer screen, he can smell the sex, feel the tension in the air and practially taste skin and sweat. 

He wonders where Dave found you. Were you a worker he paid for the weekend? He didn’t think so. You were too familiar with him. Although that might not say much. The collar around your neck wasn’t new, it was obviously a usual weight around your neck. Your eyes are focused upon him, despite the two other men that are slowly starting to move in and out of your body. 

You whine, moan, as they find their rhythm. Alternating thrusts in perfect symphony. Never leaving you empty before the thick press of being filled races up your spine. The way they work together is almost instinctual, muscle memory. The devastating punch of their thrusts makes you mewl, swallowing around Dave’s cock as you are wrecked. 

The grunts and groans of the men are filthy, making you clench, filling the room with steady rising sounds. Panted curses and hissed blasphemes are all they can manage through the thrusts, each sound making you wind up tighter. Your orgasm titters on the edge while each man uses you, fucks into you like the toy you were promised to be and you’re enjoying it. 

Dave’s hand taps your cheek sharply, making your eyes spring open from where they had drifted closed. “Eyes on me.” He orders harshly, smirking at the cock drunk look in your eyes. “Too much, pet? You said you wanted this. That you could handle it.” Your muffled moan of agreement is filled with the slick sound of his cock filling your throat. “You can’t take more than one cock, is that what I’m hearing?” You shake your head as much as you can and start eagerly pressing him deeper, trying to make sure you give him exactly what he wants. 

Frankie’s hands caress your hips, a contrast to the harsh grip Benny has on your tits. Soft kisses brushing over your skin from the man who is deep in your cunt while Benny’s teeth have an edge to you, scraping over your skin. Making you gasp around Dave’s cock and he grunts, looking down at you with a dark grin. “You’re just getting started, aren’t you?” He coos, chuckling at the whine that escapes your lips. “Fill her up boys. We have a long weekend of fucking her full.” 

****

“Are we ever going to learn who she is?” Benny asks as the last bag is packed away in the truck of the SUV that Dave had brought up to the cabin. “And what about-”

Frankie shuffles and slaps Benny on the arm, a sharp look stopping the younger Miller brother from asking the question all three men had secretly been asking themselves even while they were indulging in the pure wicked decadence of the weekend. They were wrung out, drained dry and it was amazing that you were showering, or walking without any help. 

“What does your wife think about this?” Will asks, voicing it out loud and making Frankie give a soft sigh. Ironhead’s gaze is direct, making Dave huff in quiet admiration for asking the hard question. 

“My wife lets me do what I want.” He murmurs. 

“Yeah - but you just got married.” Benny states, hating again that none of them had been able to make the wedding. None of the had actually met the new Mrs. David York or even seen a picture of her. Dave hated social media and had been oddly silent on the subject of his new bride. 

“And?” Dave cocks a brow at Benny and smirks when he sees the disappointment flash across the team's faces. It was going to be interesting….

Your exit from the cabin with your bag captures their attention. Shocking them because you are dressed for the first time in days, looking much different from the sex toy they had used. Dave hums and walks over to the steps, taking the bag from your shoulder as you start to descend, his demeanor very different from the dominant - sometimes degrading man he had been over the last few days. 

His hand is on your back, guiding you over the men as all three tilt their heads and watch the interaction, trying to figure out this new dynamic of your relationship. This was a woman he had brought to them to be used - with your consent - but they had fucked every single hole on your body and used you in every way imaginable and he is now treating you like a precious jewel. 

“Sweetheart.” Dave smirks again, leaning in and giving you a soft kiss on lips that had every cock here between them. Loads of cum painted over them. “Introduce yourself to the boys.” He instructs you gently, looking back at them as he waits for their reactions. 

You smile at them as you tell them your name. “I’ve been so excited to meet all of you.” You tell them. “I’m Dave’s wife.” 

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #pedro pascal #dave york x you #Dave York x f!reader #dave york x reader #dave york smut #dave york imagine #dave york fanfiction #triple frontier boys #dave york + frankie morales + will miller + benny miller x reader #dave york + frankie morales + will miller + benny miller x you #dave york + frankie morales + will miller + benny miller x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #will miller x reader #benny miller x reader

[missbabyjay]

Rewatching Triple Frontier for like the…. 1000th time lmao and I genuinely cannot contain myself. Frankie? Lawd.

#pedro pascal #triple frontier #Frankie morales #francisco catfish morales #catfish #francisco morales #tfboys #triple frontier boys

[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

Ok Oscar, I see you too. 👀🥵

Damn these Triple Frontier men and their competency shit.

#competency kink #pedro pascal’s bestie #oscar isaac #santiago pope garcia #triple frontier #triple frontier boys #moon knight

[pimosworld]

Moonshine

TLOU x Triple Frontier crossover AU

Pairing-Joel Miller x f!reader x Francisco Morales

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, alcohol consumption, angst,fluff,oral male receiving,cockwarming, canon typical violence, kidnapping,protective Joel,protective Frankie, minor character death, comfort

Chapter summary- Things come to a head when Joel leaves the QZ. Cain’s greed boils over into all your lives and the boys put their skills to use.

WK-6k

A/N- This is it folks and then the epilogue. Thank you for all sticking around. We are saying goodbye to this beloved trio…for now.

Character link

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Final Chapter-Speakeasy

Joel could be extremely stubborn, but it seems you were going to take the cake in that competition. It’s been two days since Joel told you he needed to leave the QZ for supplies. He swore to you he would never put himself in danger again. Your best option at keeping him from leaving at this point was the silent treatment and it seemed you were determined to hold true to that despite today being the day he is supposed to leave. 

  “You gonna stomp around all day or ya gonna talk to me?” Joel tries to cage you in against the counter but you slip out of his grasp and stomp towards the bedroom. 

  Frankie sends him an apologetic look as he waves him off. 

  “This isn’t the first time she’s been pissed at me  and it certainly won’t be the last.” Joel resumes drying the dishes you left in the sink as Frankie looks towards the hallway where you disappeared. 

  Joel turns to him when he’s done with a look more stern than his normal demeanor. He’s nervously rubbing his hands together and Frankie fights the urge to tell him to stay. He wants to tell him everything you’ve expressed over the last few days. He wants to tell him that he has all he could ever want inside these walls…but Frankie knows that’s not true. 

  Things are different now. It’s not just about their survival. People relied on Joel to take care of their families and his last few runs have come up short since he wasn’t the one overseeing it. Things were ‘stolen’ or people went missing. Much like his brother Tommy, Joel was growing tired of sitting idly back without getting his hands dirty. 

  “I’ve been meanin’ to talk to you about something before I go.” He sets out two glasses from the cabinet and grabs a bottle from under the sink that Frankie’s never seen before. His eyes aren’t focused on the glass but he pours all the same. 

  “Before you start… just know I’m not going anywhere.” Joel flicks his eyes to Frankie briefly before swallowing it down in one gulp. 

  “If something happens to me…”

  “Nothing is going to happen to you!” You emerge from the hallway fuming.“You don’t have to go.”

  Frankie winces at the sight of your bloodshot eyes. Tears streaming down your face as Joel crosses the room to pull you into his arms. You try to push him away but he’s much stronger than you as his hold on you tightens. 

  “Stop fightin’ me Shine.” He half shouts into your hair as you pound your hands on his chest. 

  “I don’t want you to go.” Your inaudible sobs are breaking Frankie’s heart. Joel has been your security blanket since you arrived in Boston and you can’t fathom a life without him. 

  “You know I have to go.” He rocks you slowly in his arms and rubs your back as your breathing comes back to you in shallow sobs. You nod your head against him and he tilts your chin up to face him. “Shine.”

  “I know.” You feel a warm presence behind you pressing into your back and large hands come between you and Joel to caress your front. 

  “I’m gonna be here for you no matter what hermosa.” Frankie sounds like he’s on the verge of tears and it breaks your heart to think he doesn’t understand how much you appreciate him. 

  “Shit Frankie I’m sorry.” You turn around burying your face in his neck, inhaling his scent you’ve grown so addicted to. “I didn’t mean to…”

  His lips are on yours in an instant, all the feelings and desperation he’s trying to convey in this one kiss is enough to silence you. You kiss him deeply, your tongue licking into his mouth as Joel’s lips find your neck. Your soft moan almost stifles the quiet words whispered against your lips. 

  “I love you.” Frankie hears your sharp intake of breath and Joel’s hands stilling on your waist as the moment hangs in the air. “I love you both.” 

  You don’t think your heart can take the simultaneous feel of it swelling and breaking all at once. Frankie loves you…and Joel, he finally decides to tell you both. Maybe as a last stitch effort to get him to stay. Or maybe he truly does love you and he realizes this may be his last chance to tell you while you’re all in the same room. 

  He’s waiting for a response for what seems like an eternity and the feeling of worry and guilt start to creep over him. He can see the look in your eyes like he’s holding your heart in the palm of his hands and Joel who refuses to meet his gaze. He can sense his mistake, much like yours of trying to ignore Joel these last few days in a final triumphant tantrum to get him to stay. 

  But this is not that. He’s loved you for months, just afraid to tell you and open up a part of him he thought long dormant before him and the boys made their trek to Boston. You came barreling into his life, not taking no for an answer and challenging him every step of the way. Joel surprised him from the beginning, turning out to be quite the opposite of the persona he lets on. He may be hard around the edges but inside he’s soft and sweet and just needing to be loved all the same. 

  “I’ve felt this way for a long time, I wanted to tell you the other night but after you said you were leaving it just didn’t feel like the right time.” Joel finally looks up then and smiles at him and Frankie knows maybe now was not such a good time either but he couldn’t wait any longer. 

  “We love you too Francisco.” Joel gently kisses the back of your head. “This one was pretty eager to tell ya’ months ago but I didn’t want to push.”

  Joel closes the small space between him and Frankie as his lips tenderly meet his. It’s short and sweet yet you know it still holds the same weight of his words. 

  “You know I still gotta go.” Frankie rests his forehead against Joel’s and nods once. 

  None of you speak for a while and you think if you keep your eyes closed maybe you could stay like this forever. 

  ****

Joel doesn’t say anything as you feverishly pack his bag full of stuff he knows is probably too much to carry but it’s not worth it right now to tell you to stop. It’s adorable the way you mutter under your breath about needing to keep warm and hydrated. He’s sitting on the bed against the pillows trying to burn this memory in his brain…just in case. 

  If he waits any longer to leave he’ll be late to meet the few others that he’s making the short trip with. Some older locals he knew he could trust wanted to gather some more supplies before winter. They also knew how to handle a gun in case they ran into any trouble. Which he assumed may happen since his last few scouts he sent out for supplies came back with little to nothing and seemed downright spooked to even tell him. 

  He couldn’t afford to send any of the boys, he needed all hands on to run the bar and make sure his presence was still known. Charity would likely never forgive him if he sent Santiago and he would never put his family in any unnecessary danger. He needed Francisco to stay for obvious reasons and part of him just wanted to prove to himself that he hadn’t forgotten what it was like to be out there. 

  Tommy always lingered in the back of his mind as he lived his quiet and relatively peaceful life. He wanted that so badly for him but Cain had other motives and he couldn’t convince his brother to leave that life behind. Ultimately that cost him his life and so Joel swore to you he wouldn’t put you in a position to mourn anyone else. 

  “Shine I think that’ll be enough to last me a few weeks. I’m only gonna be gone a few days.” He stills your hand as you try to zip his pack. He places a kiss on each one of your knuckles and then a final on your palm. “I’ll be back in a few days, I promise.” 

  “Don’t promise.” You look up to him with tears streaming down your face. 

  “I’m gonna promise anyway.” 

  ****

  The bar is not open today so that leaves you with nothing except your thoughts running wild. Frankie follows you around like a lost puppy as you try to find new ways to clean and organize the same space. You know he’s trying to be supportive but you just wish he would do something…anything really besides follow you around the house. 

  Frankie can see you’re wound tight. He knows all too well the feeling of wanting to be in control of something you have no control over. 

  You need a distraction 

  “Did you say something?” You turn to Frankie as he leans against the wall in the hallway.

  “I said…you need a distraction.”  He takes a few steps towards you and holds out his hand waiting for you to accept it. “I promise I won’t bite…unless you want me to.” 

  “Okay.” 

  He smiles at you as you take his hand. He says nothing as he leads you from the hallway to the living room. The early sunset peeking through the blinds is all the light you can see as he sits on the couch. He positions you between his legs as he looks up at you with those brown puppy dog eyes. You’re already feeling better and thoroughly distracted as he rubs his large palms up and down the back of your thighs. 

  “So…what do you want to do?” It’s a pleasant nervousness thrumming through your veins as he sits back and you try to keep your eyes level with his face and not on the stretch of his pants as his legs relax. 

  “Whatever you want to do Mi Luna.” His face reads calm and collected but his hands are fidgeting at his side and you realize he’s struggling just as much as you are with Joel being gone. 

  “Whatever I want.” Your teasing tone as you start to pull your shirt over your head has him equal parts worried and excited. 

  You weren’t expecting to put on a show today so you’re feeling a little self conscious in your basic panties and bra but the way Frankie is looking at you like he wants to devour you makes you want to prolong this a bit. 

  You drop to your knees in front of him and lean forward to pull on the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifts his hips slightly to help you as you let the fabric pool at his feet. You can’t help the look in your eyes when you see how turned on he is already. The way his breathing picks up as you splay your hands on his thighs and dig your fingers into the muscled flesh.

  He curses under his breath as you take him in your hand and pump him a few times. You place your other hand on his stomach as he tries to keep his hips still. “I’ve barely touched you.” 

  “Fuck I know.” It’s more of a response to himself than it is to you. 

  You move your hand briefly before your lips are wrapping around the tip of his cock. Teasing with your tongue at first until you sink down slowly enveloping him in your mouth. You don’t stop until your lips meet the base of his cock and you still there for a moment before swallowing. 

  “Holy fuck.” You’ve never taken him this far before and Frankie’s brain short circuits when you start to bob your head up and down his cock, the lewd sounds coming from your mouth spur him on as your other hand still firmly on his stomach presses down. An unfamiliar groan leaves his lips and he has to bite down bordering on painful so he doesn’t finish embarrassingly fast. 

  “I’m close hermosa.” 

  You swirl your tongue again and come off with a pop as you lean back on your heels to catch your breath. 

  “I need your shirt off Francisco.” He rips his shirt off, his hat clambering to the floor somewhere behind him as you take off your bra and panties. 

  You settle your thighs on either side of his hips as you hover over him. You haven’t told him he can’t touch you but he follows your silent instruction as his hands nearly tear the fabric of the couch with his grip. You reach down and line him up with you as you sink down slowly.

  He’s always a stretch but he usually gets you ready…on his fingers, his tongue for as long as you’ll let him. You don’t have the patience today and you’re loving the control. His eyes are squeezed shut as you moan into the feeling of pleasure as you’re fully seated on his cock. 

  “You can touch me.” Your voice quivers a little as his hands grip your hips. He starts to lift you slightly when your hand goes to his shoulder to stop him. “I just want to stay like this for a minute.”

  “Okay.” His voice barely above a whisper. 

  His hands loosen slightly as you lean forward, eating your head in the crook of his neck. He smells like your lavender body wash and sweat and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

  You shift a little as you wrap your arms around him and he pulses inside you. A soft whimper leaves your lips and his hands tighten their grip on you again. “Is this okay?” 

  You can feel him nod his head as he places a kiss to your cheek. “More than okay.” 

  “I love you Francisco.”

  “I love you too Shine.”

  ****

  The last few days at the bar have been hellish. The business has helped you keep your mind off Joel so you’ve enjoyed the chaos. 

  You can tell Frankie’s been on edge. A similar look in his eyes to when you first met Joel. He’s not sleeping and barely eating. You talked to Ben before starting work today and he assured you he’d check on him when things started to wind down for the night. It didn’t seem that things would be winding down anytime soon though. 

  Joel didn’t discriminate in his bar, any patron was welcome. Whether it be a tired mother getting off her shift in the kitchen or a FEDRA officer unwinding after a day of carrying out questionable orders. 

  His only rule was no fighting in his establishment. 

  As quiet as you tried to keep his absence, people talked. It was evident with all the rowdiness of the night that people knew he was gone. The boys were intimidating to most but they were new. Joel’s name held weight and with him being gone it provided opportunities for challengers. 

  You and Charity did your best to keep up with the high demand as the boys tried to keep the patrons in line. 

  You told Frankie early on in the night to help his friends. You could see him grappling with making sure you were okay and standing by on the sidelines trying not to feel useless. 

  “Go, I'll be fine.” 

  The nagging part of your brain that tells you, how long can he put up with being your glorified babysitter. The part of your brain that tells you he’s going to get sick of you. It’s the devil on your shoulder that tells you he needs something else to do or he’s going to leave eventually.

  “Are you sure?” 

  Frankie shouldn’t listen to you. That part of his brain keeps telling him you’re going to get sick of being treated like a child. You survived just fine before he got here so why shouldn’t he go be with his friends. Eventually you’re going to get sick of him just watching over you. 

  If the two of you would’ve just got out of your heads you could’ve avoided this whole situation. 

  ****

  Your head is pounding and your throat is dry. Your neck hurts from being stuck in the same position for god knows how long. 

  It’s like waking up from a nap and you have no idea how you fell asleep or where you are. As you blink your eyes open you see a room much like your old apartment above the bar. It’s clearly daytime as the sun peeks through the dark curtains. The last thing you remember was being behind the bar….last night. 

  Your hands are poorly tied behind your back as you sit in a small wooden chair in the middle of this room. It’s well kept and smells of a cheap heady cologne. You can just barely feel a loose thread between your fingers as you start to pull on some of the loose rope. 

  “Well look who's awake.” 

  Joel is going to be pissed 

  ****

  “Tell me again…from the beginning.” 

  “Listen Joel, it happened so fast-.” Joel holds up his hand to stop Will from speaking. 

  “I want you to tell me.” He points to Frankie who hasn’t let his eyes leave the floor. 

  Frankie’s been silent since Joel walked into the bar this morning. They had been up all night trying to figure out what happened to you. 

  ****

  “Frankie just go, Will looks like he could use the help.” 

  Frankie looks to Will, struggling to break up a fight between two men. Santi is at the front door helping Benny handle another situation. He can’t just sit by and watch, he needs to do something. He looks at you one last time as you take someone’s order before heading over to Will. 

  He couldn’t have been gone for more than a minute. 

  He’s seen these guys here before…together. These were the guys harassing you a few weeks ago. He’s not sure why they’re having a disagreement but Will has it handled by the time he’s made it over to them. 

  They leave of their own accord thankfully and it seems whatever disgruntled patron Benny and Santi were handling left also. 

  Frankie returns to the bar but you’re nowhere to be found. He asked a woman who was seated at the end… a regular, where you went. She waved her hand off down the hall and mumbled something about you running off after some people. She was no help as drunk as she was, most likely not even aware of her surroundings. 

  Frankie takes off out the back to the alley, his heart is pounding in his chest as he runs to the street. No sign of you or any life for that matter this late at night. He doesn’t care how much trouble he gets in for waking the neighbors as he yells your name. 

  Santiago runs out to him on the street and takes in his frantic state. Not bothering to ask and further piss Frankie off.

   He had one job and now he has no idea where you are or even where to begin to look for you. 

  “We need to close the bar.”

  “I’m on it Fish.” Santi disappears inside while Frankie stands helpless on the street. 

  ****

  It’s been hours…

  The FEDRA officers didn’t take too kindly to the boys telling them to drink elsewhere if they didn’t turn a blind eye to the curfew hours so they could search for you. 

  Will has a sneaking suspicion that you couldn’t possibly have gone far without being seen, but no one seems to know anything. 

  The sun is starting to come up as they make their way back to the bar, Ben’s guilt ridden face has nothing on the way Frankie feels at this very moment. 

  The situation isn’t much better once Joel arrives taking in their disheveled appearance. 

  “Y’all look like shit.”

  Ironically enough Frankie thinks Joel’s seen better days and he’s back much sooner than anticipated. He already looks pissed and he doesn’t even know what’s happened to you. 

  ****

  “Are you stupid Cain?” 

  “Sweetheart, I'm a lot smarter than your bodyguards.” He comes into your view with a smug grin on his face. 

  Whatever idea he’s got conjured up in his brain you’re sure is not thought through. The only thing you know for certain is Joel is going to kill him. 

  “You know Joel is going to come get me.” 

  “That’s the plan, Sweetheart.” He crouches low in front of your chair, tilting his head side to side.

  “He’s going to bring reinforcements.” You know he’s not easily intimidated but he knew next to nothing about the boys. 

  “I’m countin on it Shine.” 

  He laughs as you spit in his face, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. “You don’t get to call me Shine.” 

  “You’re not really in a position to give orders are ya?” He tugs on the restraints around your legs as you try to lunge at him. 

  “So what’s your plan? You just gonna keep me tied up here forever?” He’s too cocky to not tell you what his motives are. You know you can get out of this poorly tied rope around your wrist, all you need to do is bide your time. 

  “You know you could’ve just accepted my offer to let you work here. You may even change your mind about me when Joel doesn’t have a bar for you to work in.” He stands and gently strokes your cheek. “The cavalry is gonna come lookin for you, and my men will be cleaning him out for everything he owns.” 

  Stupid, what a stupid plan. 

  Cain never was one to think ahead. He always underestimated Joel and that bothered him. It’s why he took Tommy under his wing. The only way to manipulate Joel was to hit him where it hurt. 

  Some people just couldn’t leave well enough alone. The world ending brought out the best and worst in people and knowing Cain you could guess it wasn’t too far of a push to become one of the worst. His greed will always be the driving force to what makes him tick, but it will also be the reason for his demise. 

  ****

  “I know where she is.” Joel sounds oddly calm for everything they just told him. “I should’ve killed that son of a bitch a long time ago.” 

  “Who?” Ben looks to Joel but it’s Frankie who speaks first.

  “Cain.” Joel nods his head as Frankie clenches his fist. The thought of him even laying a finger on your head has his blood boiling. 

  Pope and Will wanted to take him out months ago but Joel didn’t want to disturb the peace. He can see it written all over their faces now. Cain was not someone who deserved peace. 

  “So let’s go kill him then.” Joel chuckles at Ben’s enthusiasm as he lays out a glass and puts himself a whiskey. 

  “Since you’re so eager to help, here’s what we’re gonna do.” 

  Frankie doesn’t like the idea of Joel going alone but he insists that this is the only way this plan will work. Joel was more than confident in your skills and he knew it wouldn’t be long before you got yourself out of whatever predicament you were in. 

  Santiago takes Charity to Joel’s place so he won’t have to worry about her. 

  Joel knew Cain would be sending his men to the bar to case and destroy the place. He ran into some trouble on his way back into the QZ when two guys tried to ambush them. By the time Joel had them tied to a tree they were begging for their lives. He let them live in return for information on who hired them. Cain had been intercepting his supplies for months, but it still wasn’t enough for him. He got greedy. 

  Greed is a bottomless pit

  ****

  One of Cain’s men had been pacing outside your room, when you finally stopped hearing footsteps you got to work on the rope. 

  Next time I’m using zip ties

  You try to clear your head of the thought. The first time Joel tied you up and timed you. You were out of it before he could get started. 

  You feel one of the ropes loosen around your sore wrists as you shake the hand free. It’s a relief to be able to move your shoulder. With the help of your free hand the rest is done in now time. You lean forward stretching your back as you undo the ropes around your ankles. 

  A sudden creak in the floorboards has you pause your movements. You hold your breath for what feels like an eternity and start slowly moving again. Your chair makes a similar nose beneath you and you let out a sigh of relief knowing the noise came from inside the room. 

  You make your way over to the window and thank your lucky stars there’s a fire escape. The sun is just starting to set as you crawl out and sneak down to the alley below. 

  ****

  Joel takes one deep breath before he opens the door to Cain’s place. He doesn’t miss this side of town, the way it smells, the way it looks all just remind him of how he was before. It’s time to finally close that chapter of his life and move on. 

  “Well look what the cat dragged in.” Cain is sitting in the middle of the room. The inside hasn’t changed much, except for the dingy chairs and tables that almost resemble Joel’s. “Where are your lap dogs.” He claps his hands together as Joel takes a seat across from him. 

  “They’ll be here shortly.” Joel’s pistol is situated in the back of his jeans but he makes no move to reveal it. 

  There’s a man in the corner he notices is armed.

  “I don’t think it would be a wise decision to do anything rash with your bride upstairs.” He snaps his fingers and the man disappears down the hall. He can faintly hear him climbing the stairs, Joel’s focused on counting his steps as Cain drones on. 

  “Now…she can live here with me. Or she can die with you. The choice is yours Joel.” 

  The footsteps have stopped. 

  “We could’ve continued to coexist in peace. Despite the fishy circumstances of my brother's death.” 

  One set of footsteps resume

  Cain chuckles under his breath. “It was fishy wasn’t it? If I hadn’t shot him in the leg the clickers would’ve got me too.”

  If Joel was certain you were gone and safe he would’ve shot him between the eyes right then and there but he needed to be sure. 

  The floorboard creaks in the hallway 

  Cain ducks his head as Joel raises his pistol to shoot. Hitting the man square in the chest as he rounds the corner. He wishes he could frame the look on his face when you don’t appear in the hallway. 

  ****

  The cold stinging your face as you run through the streets is a welcome feeling. Your lungs burn and your feet are screaming at you to take a break but you can’t stop until you reach home. The full moon lights your way as each passing landmark starts to look more familiar. 

  The light is on in the house as you look up at the window. You can’t climb the stairs fast enough as the door is already being flung open. Frankie looks worse than you do, his hair is a mess and his eyes are bloodshot. 

  He almost knocks the wind out of you as he pulls you into his arms. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” You're shivering in his arms now that your adrenaline has worn off. “I didn’t know where you went.” 

  “Let the girl come inside Frankie.” 

  He laughs and steps aside as he wipes his eyes. Charity is standing in the living room looking just as worried as him but still smiling. 

  “I told you she’d come straight here.” She holds out a blanket for you and pulls you into a warm embrace. 

  Frankie has a seat at the dining table, probably for the first time in over a day. “I still don’t know how Joel was so sure you’d make it out.” 

  “Because Cain is first and foremost an idiot. He never thinks things through.” He gestures for you to come to him and you take a seat in his lap. “Wait…you said Joel…he's back?”

  “Oh ya…he came back early, Shine.” Charity gives you that look. The look that tells you he’s finally handling it. “The boys are just tying up some loose ends and then they’ll meet back here.” 

  Frankie lets you go barely enough to turn and face him. You gently brush his curls out of his face and he sighs as he closes his eyes. “I take it I missed quite a bit.” You say as he narrows his eyes at you. 

  “Why did you run off like that?” His tone comes off more worried than accusatory, and that makes you feel that much worse. 

  “I saw someone run off without paying, and you guys had your hands pretty full.” He raises his eyebrows at you but stays silent. “ So I chased him down the hall…and he went out the back, and now that I’m saying it out loud it sounds pretty stupid.” 

  “What are we gonna do with you?” He looks at you incredulously and kisses your forehead. 

  “Hon you must be hungry.” Charity is in the kitchen pulling out a pot and your stomach grumbles at the thought of not having eaten in so long. 

  “I should probably shower.” He sniffs you and makes a face as you playfully swat his chest. 

  “Don’t get lost on your way.” 

  “I promise I won’t.” 

  ****

  “Listen Joel.” Cain looks at his henchmen bleeding out in the hallway. “We can come to some sort of agreement.” 

  “Oh I’m sure we can.” Joel shoots him in his kneecaps and he keels over in pain. 

  “Are you fucking crazy?” 

  Ben, Will and Santiago enter through the back, Joel gestures at the man dead in the doorway. “Take him down to the basement.” Will and Ben drag him off down the hall as Santiago approaches Joel. 

  “Crazy is thinking you can take what’s mine and get away with it.” 

  Joel and Santi carry Cain to the basement to join his dead friend. It’s cold and dingy, the dead body isn’t going to help the smell much and he didn’t have any supplies down here it seems. The poorly built ones are often flooded in the winter, he can tell by the mold creeping up the wall that this particular basement probably does. 

  They toss Cain on the ground as the man tries and fails to stand. 

  “What the hell are you gonna do Joel, you can’t just leave me down here.” 

  “Ya he’s right, you should at least give him some food.” Will chimes in, the obvious sarcasm dripping from his voice. 

  “He’s got food right there.” Ben points to the dead man’s body and they all laugh amongst themselves. 

  They file out one by one leaving Joel last to close the door. “I’m giving you a better chance than you gave my brother.” He takes one last look at Cain before slamming it shut. 

  “Lock it up boys, we’re going home.”

  ****

  You’re finally all nice and cozy, freshly showered and fed. You’re nestled on the couch between Frankie and Charity when you hear footsteps and soft chatter coming from the stairwell. 

  Joel comes in with the boys in tow as they all drop their bags at the door. You bolt off the couch and run to him practically knocking him over. “I missed you too, Shine.” He cradles your head in his large palm as he breathes you in. You smell fresh like the lavender soap you use and he knows he desperately needs a shower but he wants to relish in this a little longer. 

  “I want everyone to stay here tonight if that’s alright with you.” He lets you go as you take in his appearance, he’s seen better days but he’s still your Joel. Just a few more wrinkles, his eyes don’t seem as sad.

  “Of course it’s alright with me.” 

  “Why don’t you get everyone situated while I shower.” Joel winks at Frankie before heading down the hallway. You know they’ll say their proper hellos and I missed you’s later. 

  You look around the room at Will and Benny laughing about something. Santi swaying by the couch with Charity singing something sweet in her ear. Frankie is looking at you, probably thinking the same thing you are. It’s a relief to have all his favorite people under one roof. Safe 

  “Well.” You clap your hands together. “You and Santi can have the spare room. Will and Ben can flip a coin for the couch. I have an extra cot and some blankets I can bring in.”

  “I’m sleeping on the couch. I'm the older brother.” He ruffles his hair as Ben swats his hand away. 

  “That’s fine I’ll just sleep with them.” He gestures to Frankie and comes over to lift you up bridal style. 

  “It’s not that kind of sleepover Ben.” You pat his cheek and mouth a silent sorry as he puts you down. 

  “Fine, but if I hear any noise coming from either of your rooms I’m coming in.” You give him a thumbs up as they roll their eyes at the younger Miller. 

  ****

  It doesn’t take long for the house to quiet down. Everyone is exhausted from the last few days' events. You’re exactly where you want to be, situated perfectly between Frankie and Joel. His hair is still wet from the shower as you run your fingers through his curls. Frankie’s chest is warm on your back and his arm is draped over the both of you. 

  It’s too late to talk about anything that transpired and you’re not sure if it will ever get addressed. All you know is Joel hasn’t looked this peaceful since you’ve met him. 

  The last thing Frankie said before he drifted off the sleep was ‘I love you’ , something he wanted to be sure he’d be able to say to both of you in the same room again. 

  You think maybe Joel is asleep as he mutters something under his breath. He looks down at you, his eyes just barely visible in the dark room, dimly lit by the moon. 

  “Hmm?” He tilts your chin up and kisses you slowly. 

  “I said I’m never leavin you again.” His kisses grow sleepier by the moment as you feel Frankie’s grip tighten on you. 

  “You promise?” 

  “Ya Moonshine, I promise.” 

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7: FriDate Night Lights

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia. 

Series Masterlist | AO3 Link for Chapter 7

Rating: Explicit (18+) 

Word Count: 9

Chapter Summary: I don’t want to spoil too much here, but we follow a few of the characters leading up and through a Friday night.

Chapter Warning: Swearing. Period talk. Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.

A/N: I know a few of you have asked about Frankie, so he gets a little scene here as we start to set up his storyline. (I’ve left some hints as to where he’s going). More notes from me at the end.

Please enjoy the latest episode of As The Mule Falls...

“So I think I’m going to ask Aria out for tomorrow night,” Connor said as he finished his latest set of squats. 

Benny, who was spotting him, grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shook him excitedly, “Hell yeah man! How’re you planning on doing it?”

“I was going to text her later…I don’t know, it seemed easy for Will to ask Katie out that way…” he trailed off as he went underneath the bar again, taking a deep breath.

Benny smirked, waiting for Connor to finish. “Ok, sounds good, where are you going to go then? Gonna do that food truck idea you had?” 

“Yeah. There’s just one problem,” he rubbed the back of his neck as Benny took his spot under the bar to do a set.

“What’s that?” 

“I, uh, I can’t drive.”

“Can’t your mom drive you?” Benny puffed out between squats, drawing the attention of a few women, and men, working out nearby.

“I don’t know…isn’t it kinda lame to have my mom drive me on a date?”

“Sounds like you don’t have another option. You guys gonna ride your bikes there?” Benny kept one arm dangling on the bar catching his breath, pulling up his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his brow. “Wait, Aria's older than you, can’t she drive?”

Connor rolled his eyes, “No…she said she doesn’t want to learn…driving scares her…”

“You trying to ask me to drive you?” Benny smirked as Connor looked at him sheepishly. “Actually, wait, her parents may not be cool with some random guy driving their daughter,” he laughed. “What if your mom drives but I’ll tag along and she and I go do our own thing? We won’t bother you, but that way you all can still go and have fun."

“You’d do that?” Connor’s eyes lit up.

“What? Hang out with your mom? I think there’re worse things I could be asked to do on a Friday night. Plus, we gotta get you out on a date bud!” He brought the boy in for a half hug, messing with his hair. 

“Ok, sweet.”

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“Hey Mom,” Connor walked through the door, dropping his gym bag in the laundry room.

“Hey bud, did you have a good time at the gym? Benny’s not beating you up too much, right?” Megan called to him from her office as she typed away.

“Nah, it’s all good. Hey, um, are you doing anything tomorrow night?” He walked into her office, sitting on the loveseat tucked in the corner of the room.

“Hmm…nope no plans, ‘specially since Katie will be occupied. Mel, David, and Ty are all going to a bar that gets too rowdy for me. I was probably going to go to Lulu’s if anything.”

“How do you feel about food trucks?”

“Aww, buddy. You trying to do something fun with your mom?”

“Uh, well,” he ran his hand over his face, “I was actually thinking of asking Aria out.” He dropped his eyes to the floor, fidgeting a bit with his hands.

Megan stopped typing and turned in her chair to face him trying to hide her smile. “You like her, huh?” Connor nodded. “Do you think she’ll say yes?”

“I hope so. But before I ask, I want to figure something out.”

“What’s that?”

“So…I don’t really have a way of getting there.”

“Oh, I can drive you, if her parents are cool with it.”

“Well, actually I was talking it over with Benny and he suggested maybe he could go with you, keep you company.”

Megan straightened up in her chair slightly, her brows furrowed. “Benny suggested that?”

“Yeah. Is that ok?”

“Sure,” she smiled. “It will beat being there alone, that's for sure. I promise we’ll try to not cramp your style.”

“What does that mean?”

"What does what mean?"

"Cramp my style?"

"Oh buddy, you don’t mean to but sometimes you make me feel so old," Megan shook her head laughing. 

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Megan: Sounds like we have a date on Friday?

Benny: I know you’ve been wanting to ask me out for a while, figured I’d have to be the one to make the move.

Megan: Omg. 🙄 Hilarious.

Megan: Ok, but seriously…how are we doing to do this?

Benny: What do you mean? 

Megan: I want to give Con and Ari some space, but I also want to keep an eye on them.

Benny: Well, that’s my specialty. I’m pretty good at being stealthy. 😉

Benny: Can you send me a link to the place we’re going? Gotta do some recon.

Megan: linkMegan: Ooo so we get to go on a mission?! Do I need to bring anything? Binoculars? Should I wear camo?

Benny: Slow down mama bear, I’ll handle it. 

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“What are you smiling at?” Will looked over to Benny, who was sprawled out on the couch, smirking at the phone.

“Just doing some wingman shit,” he glanced up from his phone.

“Connor?”

“Yea, he asked out Aria. Looks like you aren’t the only one with a date tomorrow night.”

“Oh nice, good for him. Where’re they going? Please tell me you didn’t share any of your ‘going to the movies’ stories with him.”

“You’re one to fucking talk!” Benny laughed. “No, they’re going to this food truck thing that she’s apparently been dying to go to. Megan and I are taking them.”

“Oooh,” Will slapped his brother’s legs so he could move them to sit down. “You and Megan? I know you have a thing for moms, but you think that’s a good idea?”

Benny furrowed his brows, “No man, it’s not like that. She’s cool. I see her more like a sister than anything else.”

“Ok, well maybe she can be a wingwoman for you then. We gotta get you back out there man!”

“I’m ok.” Benny sat up, his mouth twitched as he kept his eyes on his phone. 

“Whatever you say. I just know that your dick is probably getting tired of your hand.”

“Fuck off. Think of your own dick and stop worrying about mine.” Benny rolled his eyes, grabbed his laptop, and headed to his room.

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“You have plans for tomorrow night?” Santiago poured himself and Frankie a glass of whiskey and sat on the couch to watch a soccer game.

“Well, no, I usually just wait for you to drag me to something. Who is she and what’s her friend like?” Frankie rolled his eyes as he grabbed the glass.

“No, no it’s not like that. Melissa,” Frankie side-eyed him, “and David and Ty are all going out.”

“I don’t know man, I’m kinda tired from this week. I was maybe going to see what Lulu was up to.”

“Why don’t you ever wanna do anything fun?” Santiago playfully shoves Frankie. 

“I do like to have fun, I just…got a lot on my mind is all.”

“It’s coming up on a year, right?”

“Yeah, about two weeks away.” Frankie swirls the ice in his glass. 

“I’m proud of you hermano. I know it hasn’t been easy.”

“Thanks,” Frankie gave a half smile before slapping Pope on the shoulder. “You helped me, so thank you.”

There wasn’t much that needed to be said between these two, they had been through the trenches not only in battle but in life as well. Even though they didn’t always acknowledge it, neither would have made it if not for the other’s support along the way.

“So Melissa…what’s going on there?”

Santiago got up to refill their drinks, not saying anything until he sat back down again. “Nothing.”

“Nothing. Ok.” Frankie scoffed before taking another sip.

“Look, she needs a friend.”

“I think she has a lot of friends, a whole damn neighborhood full of them.”

“Yeah, but all of those people are friends with Danny too. She can’t really be honest with them.”

“And she can be honest with you?”

“I’m a neutral third party.”

“Neutral?” Frankie chuckled, taking off his hat to inspect it. 

"What are you doing?"

“Just wanted to check to see if my hat said ‘I’m a fucking idiot’ on it.” Frankie rolled his eyes as he ran his fingers through his curls and put the hat back on his head.

Santiago paused for a moment, trying to pick his words carefully.

“Ok look,” he sighed. “She’s having cold feet about getting married. And before you say anything, she brought this up…she has no one to talk to about this stuff. Everyone on that damn street is friends with the guy, so someone is bound to slip and say something to him. And her family? They’ve been pressuring the two of them to get married and have kids for years now, they aren’t going to want to hear that she's having second thoughts and wants to slow down.”

“Which is it?” Frankie cuts in.

“What?”

“Is she having second thoughts about whether or not she wants to be with Danny or does she just wish everyone would slow down?”

“I-”

“Because it makes a big difference, Pope. She know about Sofia?”

“No.”

“You gonna tell her at some point?”

“If it comes up, sure.”

Frankie nods and rolls his eyes. “Ok, hermano.”

“Well since apparently you can’t trust me to be around her by myself, wanna come with me Saturday? She wants some stuff done to the backyard and I said I’d go take a look…was gonna ask Benny but he and Will are going to be at Katie’s. You have a good eye for stuff like that, though.”

“So I’m your last choice, cool, I see how it is,” he smirks, barely able to get it out with a straight face. “Yeah, I’ll go with you. Sounds like a plan.”

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“Ugh, I don’t know, is this too much? Like I’m trying too hard?” Katie propped her phone on her dresser and twirled in front of it to show Megan her outfit. 

“I mean, you’re going to be doing some walking I’d imagine, so the stilettos probably aren’t going to be the most comfortable. What kind of sundress options do you have?”

“Uh, one sec lemme grab some. What are you wearing?” Katie called from her closet.

“Jeans and a cute top I guess. I don’t know, figured my yoga pants and oversized tee aren’t the right move.”

“Especially when you got a hot younger guy with you,” Katie returned with a few dresses in her hands. 

“Benny is hot, but c’mon, he’s like a little brother. He’s got too much energy for me,” she laughed. “Case in point, he’s apparently going to have this whole thing set up like we’re going on a mission.”

“Haha. Will told me that he’s “cased” the whole place via satellite and knows where the two of you can “post up” so you can see what the kids are up to,” Katie laughed while doing finger quotes.

“It’s cute. I really appreciate how he and the boys have taken Connor in…it’s really sweet. Oh hey, wait, show me that one again.”

Katie held up a midi dress that had a green print with white and pink flowers on it, giving it a retro vibe. It had a sweetheart neck with tie straps. “This one?”

“Yes, is that new?”

“Yeah, I bought it a few weeks ago on a whim at that consignment shop in South Tampa. I don’t know, it seems kinda fancy, no?”

“Can you just shut up and put it on? I want to see!”

Katie quickly strips out of her loungewear and slips the dress on. It hugs her curves in just the right places and shows off just enough cleavage to be flirty without showing everything.

“That’s the one. Will is going to lose his mind when he sees you in that.”

Katie blushed a little as she swished the bottom of her dress around, admiring herself in the full-length mirror she hastily attached to the back of her bathroom door. 

“Ok, so we have a winner. And for my hair…I’m thinking of putting it up. It’s so damn hot out, my curls would fall in a second with the humidity.”

“Yeah, I think that works. Oh shit, Connor just jumped out of the shower, so I’m gonna get ready. Please send me a photo of the final look…please!”

“I will…have fun and tell Connor I wish him luck. And please try and give that boy some space!”

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“You’re wearing that?” Benny looked up from the notebook he was doodling in to see his brother in the kitchen wearing dark wash jeans and a black button-up shirt tucked into his jeans. 

“What do you mean? This looks nice, doesn’t it?”

“You’re gonna be sweating your balls off. Doesn’t that place have a bunch of places to walk around and shit?”

Will contemplated what his brother said, annoyed that he did make a good point. He turned on his heels and went back down the hallway to his bedroom, emerging a few moments later with a white henley-style shirt. He left a couple of the top buttons unbuttoned. He also switched to a pair of lighter-wash jeans and brown boots. “This better?”

“Hell yeah, you don’t look like such a nerd.”

Will rolled his eyes, “didn’t realize you were the fashion police there, Ace?”

Benny frowned at the use of his call sign. The guys only used it these days when they wanted to get under his skin. He sat silent for a moment, doodling in his notebook.

“I’m sorry I called you that Ben,” Will sat down across from him. “What time are you headed over to Megan’s?” He said, eager to change the subject.

“Oh shit, I need to go,” Benny got up quickly, grabbing his wallet and phone from the kitchen counter. “And don’t forget, we have to go to Katie’s house in the morning so if you’re there just shoot me a text so we don’t traumatize the kid. I know how you like your morning sex.”

And with that Benny left to head down the street to Megan’s house, leaving Will to pace around. He was early, too early to head to Katie’s. They agreed to meet at 7:30, so he did some quick calculations in his mind, realizing he could run down the street to Publix and still be back with plenty of time to spare. He went to grab his wallet when something fell from it. 

“Fuckin Benny,” he sighed and then chuckled.

His younger brother had left him a condom in his wallet with a sticker that said “You can do it” affixed to the wrapper.

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Benny rang the doorbell and instantly heard Bucky barking.

“Oh stop it, you know Benny. He gives you treats, remember?” Megan scolded the dog as she opened the door.

And then, almost on cue, Benny fished out a couple of treats from his pocket which made Bucky’s little paws tippy tap onto the tile. 

“You spoil him, y’know that?” Megan rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh look, you wore sleeves. I feel so honored I get formal Benny for tonight!"

“It's not spoiling…I just don't want him nipping at my heels. And thanks, I thought I'd dress up for you,” he winked.

Benny was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, the sleeves fitting snugly around his biceps. He left his trusty hat at home, slightly annoyed that his hair kept getting in his eyes.

“He’s a herding dog, they do that sometimes. He’s trying to keep you in line,” she teased, opening the door further for Benny to walk in. 

“Where’s the man of the hour? We’re going to be late.”

“Jeez, you’re almost as bad as Will,” Katie smirked as Benny gave a faux shocked look. “I said almost. Will’s probably been ready to go to Katie’s since before you left right? And they don’t even leave for at least another half hour.”

“Maybe. Maybe not," Benny teased. "I could tell he's nervous."

"Well, if it's any consolation she is too. She tried on a ton of outfits. I haven't seen her this giddy over a date in a long time, maybe ever."

"I'm sure she’ll look beautiful. I saved Will so he doesn't look like too much of a dork," he smiled.

"You guys ready to go?" Connor came from down the hallway. He was dressed in black shorts, a white and black striped polo shirt, and some Vans.

"Aw look at yo-" 

"Mom, don't start. You aren't going to make it weird are you?"

"Nope that's why I'm here, we're going to keep it cool right Meg?" Benny wrapped an arm around Megan's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll be fine C. I just can't believe you're going out on your first date!"

Connor groaned. "I'm starting to regret this…"

"It's all good man, you'll be fine. Let's just see how it goes when we pick Aria up. I'll find some story to entertain your mom with, so there won't be any awkward silences," Benny smiled as he ushered Megan and Connor outside and into her SUV.

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Will's calculations were correct and he was back with an arrangement of flowers with about 10 minutes to spare. Rather than go back home, he drove to Katie's driveway and waited in his car.

"I should wait another five minutes, right?" Will asked himself in the mirror, hyping himself up.

He was nervous. He had gone on dates here or there, usually helping be a wingman to Santiago whenever Frankie or Benny didn't want to fill in. And it also didn't help that he really liked Katie. He felt comfortable around her like he had known her forever.

With one big exhale, he gathered the flowers and walked to her door.

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Katie got an alert from her Ring camera when Will parked in her driveway. She got instant butterflies, excited about the prospect of spending some time alone with him. 

She busied herself with packing her purse, waiting for him to knock on the door. After a few minutes, she checked the Ring camera again and saw he was still in his Jeep.

"What are you doing, Will?"

She then saw the Jeep door swing open as he got out.

"Fuck, he looks so hot. Ok, get it together." She gave herself a little pep talk in the hallway mirror.

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Will knocked on the door and waited a few moments before he heard the door unlock and swing open. He was a bit dumbstruck when he saw Katie. She looked beautiful in a dress that showed off her curves. Her hair was gathered at the top of her head, exposing her neck which he wanted to instantly nuzzle. His mouth went dry but he knew he had to say something. 

He cleared his throat, "H-hi, you look absolutely beautiful. I feel really underdressed now, I knew I shouldn't have changed…"

"You look great, Will," Katie cut him off.

"Thanks," he blushed. "Uh, these are for you."

"You got me flowers?" Her face softened as she took the bouquet of assorted flowers from his hands. "I honestly can't remember the last time a man got me flowers, thank you."

"Well, my mom would be very disappointed in me if I showed up empty-handed, especially when there’s a pretty girl involved," Will chuckled.

Her face got hot. "Here, come in, let me put these in water before we go."

“You know, they last longer if you put them in some Sprite”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, it's kind of weird, but it works.”

She scampered over to the kitchen and grabbed a vase from underneath her kitchen sink. They made small talk as Katie cut off the stems and arranged the flowers. Will couldn't help but notice that she hadn't stopped smiling.

"There. All set. Thank you, this was really sweet."

Will moved over to where she was and leaned one arm on the kitchen island while he looked Katie up and down, licking his bottom lip.

"I'm glad you liked them."

Katie and Will's eyes locked onto one another and he stepped forward, a hand coming to her waist.

"I really like this dress, by the way."

"Thanks," Katie closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"Oh no?" He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her, his other hand cupping her face.

Will started off slowly, but when Katie's nails scratched his scalp he felt emboldened and walked her back towards the kitchen counter. He started trailing kisses along her jaw and then to her neck, his eyes slightly rolling back in his head as he breathed in the vanilla and rose scent of her perfume.

"W-Will, you keep going like this and we aren't going to make it to dinner," Katie let out with a shaky breath.

"I don't see the problem with that," he smirked as he moved along her collarbone.

Katie pulled his head back, "All in due time soldier. The faster we leave the faster we can come back," she winked.

"Deal," he smiled, giving her one more kiss before he stepped aside so she could walk in front of him. "Let's go."

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"Hola Lulu, you here?" Frankie called as he walked through the door, the smell of Lucille's amazing cooking hitting his nose as he stepped across the threshold.

"Si mijo!" She called from the kitchen.

He walked around the corner just as she was taking the last of her empanadas out of the oil to lay on a paper towel-lined plate. "You know, you should keep your door locked. Especially at night, don't know who will come walking in," he smirked as he leaned against her counter. 

"Ay Francisco, que gracioso," she laughed as he came in to kiss her on the cheek. "Just you tonight?"

"Yeah, Will has his date with Katie and then Benny and Megan drove Connor and Aria somewhere." 

"Y Santiago?"

He shook his head, "He went with Melisa, David, and Ty out.”

She side-eyed him, thinking about asking his opinion on Santiago and Melissa, but she refrained when she saw the rush of sadness that washed over his face. He shook it away and smiled, sitting down at the table as she brought over a plate of food.

"This looks amazing, Lulu. You spoil me, you know that?" He winked.

"I'm happy to do it, Francisco. You keep an old lady company," she smiled and patted him on the arm as she went to box up some of the food into containers for Frankie to take to the guys. "Dime, you don't have a girl to take out on a Friday night?"

"No, ha it's uh…it's been a while for me on that front," he shook his head, taking a bite.

"Eres guapo. And you are a nice young man. I’m sure you have some interested ladies."

"I…uh, I’m not really focused on that right now. I guess I wanted to get myself together a bit before I do that again." His mouth twitched as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something. Have I told you that I have these um…meetings I go to every week?"

"You've mentioned them. For work, right?"

"Uh, kind of," he rubbed one hand up and down his thigh.

Lucille sensed his nerves and came over to sit next to him, holding his hand. "Dime, my cielo. Que te pasa?"

"I. I don't want you to think differently of me," he looked down but a squeeze from Lucille's hand gave him the courage to meet her eyes. "I am…I've been…clean for almost a year,” he sighed. “I fell into some bad stuff and I couldn't shut my brain off so I turned to…drugs…to help me. But it didn't help me, it just made everything worse. I was a really shitty friend, brother, uncle for a long time. And my girl, well, I thought she was my girl," he rolled his eyes, "she messed things up for me too. Anyway, we did one last…trip…the guys and me, and when I came back I decided to change things. Going to the meetings was a big first step for me and I've been trying to repair everything I broke since then."

A silence fell between them as Frankie fidgeted in his seat, he didn’t intend to say all of that but it just flowed out of him. He was nervous about how Lucille would react knowing more about him. It wasn’t something that he offered up freely to people, given the reactions he had received in the past. On top of that, Lucille reminded him so much of his late mother and he felt ashamed at what she would think if she saw how low he had gotten. It was bad enough that his sister had to bear witness to some of it.

Lucille's eyes raked over the man sitting before her. She could see the fear and shame oozing out of him as his shoulders hunched in. He looked like a little boy who was afraid to get punished. 

"Mijo," she grabbed one of his large hands with both of hers, rubbing circles with her thumb. "You said it's been almost a year?" 

He nodded. "Yeah, in a couple of weeks, it will be 365 days."

"That's amazing, I'm so proud of you Francisco," she smiled as he looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "That is the hardest work we can do, the work we have to do on ourselves. You are a good man. I know I've only known you for a little while but I can tell you have a good heart, you care about your friends, and you are a hard worker."

Frankie let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. "You aren't going to kick me out?"

"What?! No! Why would I do that?"

"I've done some bad things, some of it I still can't…I'm still working through it."

"I can only imagine the things you boys have seen and have had to do," she cupped his cheek. "But you can't let that define you, okay?"

"I sometimes think about what my mom would say if she saw me…saw what I turned into."

"She would love you, no matter what. And she would be so proud of how strong of a man you are to admit that you needed help." She wiped a tear that fell from his eyes and moved to hug him.

They stayed in their embrace for a few moments as Frankie cried. Lucille didn't say anything, knowing that he had probably been needing this for a while. She just rubbed his back and told him how proud she was of him.

“I was never blessed to have a child, but if I had a son, I would have hoped he’d be like you Francisco.”

He pulled back, rubbing the heels of both of his hands in his eyes. “Sorry, Lulu, I didn’t mean to come over here and be a mess, I don’t even know where this all came from.”

“Don’t apologize, mi vida. I’m so happy you felt safe to share,” she smiled. “You said you are a brother…do you have a sister or a brother?”

“A sister, Valeria. She’s younger than me but she’s the good one, unafraid to be herself” he chuckled. “She’s got a great job and two kids. And her wife is amazing too.”

“That sounds great! When’s the last time you saw her?”

Frankie let out a long sigh, leaning back in the chair. “In person? Psh, Leia was around six months, not last Christmas, but the Christmas before. So like over a year and a half, I guess. I couldn’t make it to her first birthday because I was too messed up. I missed the flight.” The sadness washed over him again.

“Do you speak to her? Your sister.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been talking with her more regularly, it’s been nice. The kids are getting so big.”

“How old are they?”

“Well, Leia is about to turn two in…” he checked his phone. “Wow, next week. Hold on, let me put a reminder to buy her a gift tomorrow,” he laughed. “And Antonio is five.”

“Where do they live?”

“In Dallas. We grew up outside of Houston, actually down the street from Benny and Will, funny enough,” he chuckled. “She moved around for college and grad school but they eventually went up there because of Alyssa’s job.”

“Why don’t you go visit them?”

He furrowed his brow, “What? No, I couldn’t do that. It’s too last minute.”

“Do you know that?”

“N-no, I guess not.”

“Why don’t you call and ask?”

Frankie brought his hands to rest in his lap fidgeting with a hangnail on his thumb. After a few moments, he cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I do it here? You know, in case it doesn’t go well?”

“Por supresto, but I don’t think you have anything to be nervous about.” Lucille rubbed his arm, giving him an encouraging smile.

Frankie pulled out his phone and looked at it for a moment, “here it goes.”

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“Alright, you two have fun. We’ll meet you back here at 9. But text if you need anything.”

“Ok, mom.”

“And have your phone on you in case we need to call you.”

“Yes, mom.”

“And if you try and contact me and don’t hear back then call Benny, okay?”

“I think they got it there Mama Bear,” Benny laughed, cutting off Megan’s rambling. “Y’all have fun. And don’t do anything I would do,” he winked at Connor.

“Thanks for driving us, Mrs. Shay!” Aria smiled, waiting for Connor to lead them away.

“You can call me Megan, sweetheart.”

“Love you, mom. See ya Benny.”

Benny put his arm around Megan’s shoulder and forced her to turn around. “Let them walk away, we’ll keep an eye on them,” he winked. 

Megan tried to put her nerves aside, curious to see what Benny had up his sleeve.

“So what’s the play?”

“Well, I scouted it out and there’s a spot I think is going to work out well. We just need to pick something up first….ah there he is! What’s up, Jax?”

“Ben, good to see you, man.” The man gave Benny a handshake and a half hug.

“Jax, this is my friend Megan. The one I was telling you about.”

“Ah, the protective mom. Nice to meet you,” he extended his hand to shake Megan’s hand.

She shook his hand and looked between the two men. “Sooo…what’s going on?”

“Well, I knew if I carried a bag Connor would notice, so I got Jax here to get some of my supplies together. He's an old buddy of mine. You and I, my dear, are doing a stakeout!” Benny grinned from ear to ear.

Jax brought out a backpack and he and Benny started unpacking. There were a couple of binoculars, a couple of power banks to charge their phones, and some snacks. 

“Oh my gosh Benny, you are ridiculous,” Megan laughed. “This is great…and really sweet.”

“I knew you would be a nervous goddamn wreck, so this way we can keep an eye on the kids. Hey, maybe you’ll loosen up enough that we can go grab a drink or something.”

“Deal,” she chuckled, grabbing the binoculars from him. 

“Thanks, Jax, I’ll leave this in the drop zone when we’re done. I Venmo’d you already, so you should be good to go.”

“Sounds good, brother. I’ll see you around. Have a good night, ma’am.”

Megan waved as Jax walked away, seemingly disappearing into the crowd.

“Ok, c’mere. The spot I’m thinking of is up here.”

Benny led the way, finding a small hill perched between a couple of trees. He scanned the food truck park and within seconds the smile on his face grew. “Gotcha! See over there at 11 o’clock?” He pointed to their left, lifting up Megan’s binoculars. 

She scrunched her face, confused as to what Benny was referring to. She skeptically brought the binoculars to her eyes, “I don’t know what you’re looking at…oh shit, is that them?”

“Mhmm.”

“How’d you do that?”

“Lotta practice, I guess,” he shrugged.

Through the binoculars, Megan saw Connor and Aria in line for one of the food trucks. They seemed a little nervous, exchanging looks and nervous laughter. 

“Oh shit, I didn’t remind him to pay. Do you think he’s going to? He should, right? It’s a date. Oh man, my little boy is out on a date.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. We may need to get that drink sooner than I thought,” Benny laughed. “Just watch, the kid’s got it.”

And sure enough, when it was their turn to order, Connor put his hand on Aria’s back letting her go in front of him. After she placed her order, he did and pulled out his phone, tapping it on the terminal. Aria smiled and grabbed his hand as they waited for their food to be called.

Megan pulled the binoculars from her eyes and looked to Benny who winked at her, “Told ya. He’s a natural.”

“How did he? How’s he so smooth? Did you?”

Benny shrugged. “He asked questions and I just told him what I would do. But I told him to do whatever felt right.”

“Benjamin Miller you are going to make me cry,” she playfully slapped his arm. “This was really sweet Benny, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, we can stay here and monitor them. But I figured if you saw them, it would ease your mind. Let them have fun!”

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The food truck park had a beer garden with TVs playing a baseball game, so Megan and Benny found a table and nursed a beer. 

“Ok, so tell me. Why are all of you guys single?” Megan asked as she took a sip. 

“Ha, well I don’t know. It’s just kinda happened. I think this is the longest we’ve ever gone where all of us are single, now that I think of it. Although, of all of us, Pope is the only one that has somewhat of a consistent dating life. That guy could flirt with a wet paper bag and probably get it pregnant,” he laughed. 

“He does seem like quite the flirt,” she laughed.

“Sure is. He’s dragged all of us out on a double date at least once in the past year.”

“And nothing’s worked out?”

“Nah, although if I’m honest, it wasn’t something I was interested in. I had a really bad breakup a few years ago, and then did some shit I wasn’t too proud of in the fallout. I guess after we all retired, I just wanted some time.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Can I ask what happened? With your ex?”

“Um…I’ll say this. She didn’t treat me the best and I was too in love, well, I thought it was love. I was blind to a lot of it. And it took damn near an intervention for me to see it,” he sipped on his beer. “That was a hell of a night. There I was thinking we were going to read Fish the riot act for all the shit he was pulling and turns out Pope and Will turned the tables and I got a wake-up call too.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yea. In the moment I was so fucking pissed, but now that it’s been almost a year I can see things more clearly. Pope and Will…and Frankie, although at that time he was as shit of a friend as I was, they love me and wanted the best. They could see how…destructive I was being and they pulled me out.”

Megan reached out to pat Benny’s shoulder. “That’s nice that you have them. We’re happy to have you too,” she smiled.

“Thanks. You know, we’ve moved around a lot but I feel like we can finally maybe make roots somewhere ya know?” 

“Yeah. That’s awesome,” she smirked.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, now that Katie is off the market I have no one to be a wingwoman for. Looks like you’re my next victim.”

Benny groaned, “Oh jeez. You sure you don’t wanna go spy on Connor again?”

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The conversation between Katie and Will flowed naturally on their drive. Will was thankful for the kiss before they left, it helped to relax him.

“So are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

Will quickly glanced over to Katie, “You don’t like surprises?”

She smirked looking out the window trying to see if she could guess where they were going based on the streets. “I do, but I still want to know.”

“We’re almost there.”

Will smiled to himself as he kept navigating to their destination. It had been a while since he had gone on a date, so he asked Santiago for some ideas. He also texted Megan to vet some of the places, the last thing he wanted to do was take her somewhere she had a bad experience on another date.

He finally landed on an idea that was named one of Tampa’s best date night spots. It was located right on the Hillsborough River with vendors for food and drinks along with a marketplace. 

“So, I think we’re in Tampa Heights…ooo are we, no never mind,” she shook her head.

“What?” Will smirked, raising an eyebrow. He was amused that she was close to catching on to where they were going and she seemed excited about it.

She smiled and kept her gaze out of the window as Will turned onto Market Street. “Oh my gosh, we are going there aren’t we?”

Before them was a large former industrial facility that had been restored, keeping its historical charm with some modern touches. There was a rooftop bar and vendors scattered throughout. 

“Oh my gosh, I’ve read about this place and saw it on Instagram! It looks even more beautiful in person! Did you know that this used to be a maintenance barn for TECO streetcars and trolleys? They completely renovated it a few years ago but they kept some of the original features like exposed brick, skylights, windows, and even some of the hardwood floors are supposed to be from the original place. How’d you know?”

Will parked the car and turned to look at her, “I had a feeling. Seemed like a place you might like. I knew you liked design, but I didn’t realize how much, so that’s a bonus.”

She leaned over and kissed him, gently cupping his face. “Thank you, this is awesome.”

“We haven’t even left the car yet, how low were your expectations?”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh stop it. C’mon, let’s go!”

They hit up the food stalls first, looking up and down the vendors to see what they wanted. There were a ton of choices from pizza to sushi and everything in between. Katie liked that they could each get something they wanted.

“One of these spots ok? They have a restaurant upstairs if you would rather do that.” 

“No, this is great! Why don’t we grab some bites here and then maybe have a drink upstairs?”

“I like the plan, I also like that you aren’t trying to run for the hills,” Will said as he pulled her in for a quick kiss.

“Don’t be silly, I don’t wanna leave. You haven’t paid for my dinner yet,” she winked and laughed as Will kissed her again.

Katie finally settled on a couple of sushi rolls which looked like works of art, while Will opted for some empanadas.

“Lucille is going to kill you if she knows you ate someone else’s empanadas,” Katie laughed.

“Well, it can be our little secret,” he winked. 

They enjoyed their meal, sampling another couple of vendors before venturing to a little shop to see what the local artisans had on display. Katie’s eyes lit up looking at all of the art and home decor. She dragged Will from one corner of the store to the other as she admired all of the pieces. She reached a wall full of clocks, looking each one over. 

“Do any of these stand out?” Will asked as he stood next to her, observing both her and the clocks in front of him.

“Hmm...a few. Just trying to decide which room I'd put one of these in.” She crossed her arms in front of her, tapping her index finger to her lips, causing Will’s breath to hitch as he itched to kiss her again.

Her eyes fell on a very simple, minimalistic clock. It was round, gray, and bare; no numbers appeared on the clock face. The hour and minute hands were very simple silver bars. She could feel Will’s eyes on her, no doubt probably judging her. “What?”

“Nothing. I just wouldn’t have pegged that one for you. But I like it,” he smiled.

“You do? You don’t think it’s too simple?”

He shook his head. “No, I think simple can be nice sometimes.”

“I think it can go in my bedroom maybe, or office.”

“Well, let me get it for you,” he looked over, knocking his shoulder against hers.

“What? I can’t let you do that, Will.”

“But I want to. Please?”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him. “Thank you.”

Once Will paid, he took the bag in one hand and gave Katie his other arm as they headed upstairs for a drink. After their first cocktail, the pair moved a bit closer together, Katie not so conspicuously touching Will’s arm whenever she threw her head back in laughter. Will found his hand gravitating to rest on Katie’s thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. 

They finished a couple of rounds of drinks and decided to head down to the river for a walk. On the way, Katie reached for Will’s hand, resting her other hand on his bicep so she could curl into him. His chest puffed out a bit, proud that she was on his arm as he observed men walk by and check Katie out. For her part, Katie noticed all of the eyes that trailed after Will.

“This has been an awesome night, thank you,” Katie stopped and looked at Will who was bathed in moonlight. “It’s the best first date I’ve been on in…well, a long time, I’ll put it that way.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Will smiled as he leaned in, grabbing the back of her neck to kiss her. It wasn’t until someone walked by and whistled that they remembered they were in public. 

“We should probably head out huh?” Katie managed with a breathy tone. 

“Yeah, that’s probably a good call.”

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Megan and Benny returned to the rendezvous point a few minutes early, Megan looking around trying to spot Connor and Aria.

“They’ll be here. Jesus, can you calm down!”

“I can’t help it. I feel like I did really well, all things considered.”

Benny threw his head back to laugh while rolling his eyes, “You went a whole hour. Congratulations. Ow!” Megan playfully slapped him on the arm.

“Hey, mom!”

Megan turned around to see Connor and Aria holding hands. “Oh my gosh, look at-”

“Y’all have fun?” Benny interrupted.

“Y-yea, it was a lot of fun,” Aria said looking up at Connor, who blushed.

“Sweet, I want to hear all about it on the drive home.” Benny smiled.

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Will kept his hand on Katie’s thigh as they talked on the ride home. They both wondered how the Connor and Aria date night went, knowing they would get full debriefs from a best friend and brother who were equally as excited to hear about their evening, whenever it ended.

As they got closer to Torrey Hills, they got a little quieter. Will wondered how to end the date, although if he had his way he'd still be there in the morning. Katie fidgeted with her hands, looking out the window. She had prepared herself for whenever the night may hold, opting for her favorite pair of silky underwear she hoped Will would like. It had been a while since she had sex with anyone, the furthest she’d gone in recent months was some fingering and a blow job here or there.

She shifted a bit in her seat, feeling a bit of pressure in her lower abdomen. 

Fuck. This better not be happening.

“Everything ok?” Will asked, looking over at her when he stopped at a red light.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” she gave a tight smile. “Just daydreaming.”

“Ah, okay,” he turned his gaze back to the road, giving her thigh a slight squeeze.

Once Will turned down Mule Fall Court, Katie’s blood pressure started to spike. She didn’t want to give Will any false impression before she could confirm what she thought was happening to her body. 

He parked in her driveway and kept the Jeep running. “I…uh, I had a great night, Katie.”

“I did too,” she leaned over the center console and pressed her lips to his. His hand gently rested on her neck. As she pulled away, she slightly sucked on his bottom lip. “D-do you want to come in for a drink?” 

Will rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and gave her an up-and-down, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He took her hand as she led him up her sidewalk to her porch and front door. As she reached for her keys in her purse, Will pressed soft kisses to the back of her neck as his hands moved to her waist. Katie giggles as she struggles to concentrate on opening her door. 

She finally successfully opened the door, after struggling to get the key into the lock a few times thanks to Will. She turned to close the door and he met her, grabbing her face to bring her in for a kiss as he kicked the door closed. Getting caught up in everything, Katie started to thread her hands underneath his shirt, feeling his taut back muscles. His hands move up her dress to the zipper.

“W-wait,” Katie pulled back. 

Will pressed his forehead to hers, “Sorry, I didn’t mea-”

“No, no it’s ok. I…uh…I just need to use the bathroom,” she chuckled. “I’m so fucking lame.”

“Oh. Well yeah, go ahead. I can, uh, I can wait for you here.” He motioned to her couch.

“Ugh sorry, stupid bladder,” Katie whined. “I’ll be right back.” She gave him a quick peck before she rushed down the hallway to her bedroom. 

Will sat down on the couch, trying to not get his hopes up. He wondered if maybe this was a ploy for her to change into something else, the thought of which made his dick twitch. 

She probably actually has to use the bathroom. He chastised himself. 

He felt his phone buzz.

Benny: Just made it home. I see you aren’t here so hope it’s going well. I won’t wait up 😉

“Fuckin Benny,” Will shook his head.

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Katie rushed through the door of her bathroom quickly pulling down her underwear as she sat down to pee. She almost instantly felt a cramp. 

You have got to be fucking kidding me. 

When she wiped she saw what she had been dreading - blood. 

It would be my goddamn luck to be about to hook up with a hot guy and I get my period. Fuuuuck.

She froze a bit unsure what to do before ducking into her walk-in closet, closing the door, and pulling out her phone.

C’mon, pick up.

“I’m kind of mad you’re calling me this early in the night,” Megan said as she picked up the phone.

“Meg, fuck, you aren’t going to fucking believe this,” Katie whispered. “I got my period.”

“Oh shit. Where are you?”

“I’m in my closet, I told him I had to go to the bathroom. I started feeling crampy on the way home and I didn’t want him doing anything before I confirmed. Ugh, this sucks.”

“Ok, ok, hmmm. Let’s think about this. First of all, Will is super sweet so he’s totally going to understand. Do you want him to leave? Need me to fake an emergency or something?”

“No, no you don’t need to do that. I mean, I don’t know how he feels about this kind of stuff. But I’m definitely not trying to do anything tonight.”

“Katie. The man is almost 40, he lived with a woman before. I think he knows what a period is. Just tell him, I know he’ll understand.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe this is happening. It wasn’t supposed to come for another few days.”

“There’s a joke there somewhere, but I know you’re stressed so I won’t say it.”

“I can’t fucking stand you,” Katie laughed as Megan cracked up on the other end of the phone. “Ugh, I've been gone for a while, so let me go out there. Poor guy is probably thinking I snuck out of a window or something.”

“Well, good luck, not that you need it. The guy is totally into you. I’m sure he’s down to cuddle or grab a boob or something.”

“Bye!” Katie hung up the phone, popped in a tampon and scampered back out to the living room where Will was sitting with his eyes closed, legs wide as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

“Psst. Did you fall asleep on me?” Katie whispered.

Will squinted an eye open and smirked. “I would never fall asleep on you.”

Katie laughed as she came over to Will, standing between his legs with her hands on his shoulders as his hands trailed up her legs and under her dress. “So…I have some bad news.”

“What’s that?” He scrunched his face, bringing his hands back to rest on his thighs.

“I…uh…” Katie sat down next to him. “Shit this is going to sound presumptuous…but, um, I wasn’t sure if you were trying to…ugh.” She brought her head into her hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Did I do something to make you uncomfortab-”

“I’m on my period.” Katie blurted out, cutting WIll off. 

He looked from side to side, confused. “Ohhhhkay. And what’s the problem?”

“I…uh, well, I wasn’t sure if you wanted…I…”

“Hey! It’s ok,” he rubbed her back. “Are you feeling ok?”

She shook her head, “No, I'm starting to feel some cramps.”

“D-do you want me to leave? Or go get you something?”

“No, I…do you want to leave?”

“N-no. Whatever you want. I’m cool to just chill.”

“Really? You aren’t mad?”

“Mad? No. I just want to hang out with you…I mean, obviously I want to do more, but I can wait.” 

They looked eyes and Katie was overcome and pressed her lips to Will’s. “You are so fucking sweet you know that?" Will blushed. “You ok if we watch a movie?”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

“Ok cool, I’m going to throw some sweats on. Just put on whatever, I don’t care,” she handed him the remote and walked to her room to change.

When she came back she saw Will rummaging through her freezer, finding a pint of ice cream, and moving to get a couple of spoons. Katie smiled to herself at how at ease Will looked in her space.

“Ah, there you are. This ok?” He held up the ice cream and spoons. “Wasn’t sure if you were an ice cream girl or a chocolate girl.”

“Ice cream is fine, Will, thank you,” She smiled as she sat on the couch, curling up in a blanket. 

Will sat in the corner of her couch and Katie scooched over to cuddle into his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, rubbing up and down her shoulder. She held the pint for both of them to eat as they watched a superhero movie. Frankly, Katie wasn’t able to concentrate on the screen, she was giddy over what was happening in real life. Will taking care of her, giving her a shoulder to rest on as they enjoyed a quiet night at home. She made a mental note to repay him when she felt a little better.

Katie’s eyes started to get heavy and Will heard her slightly snoring. She looked so sweet when she was sleeping. He felt bad waking her up, but he couldn’t let her sleep on the couch. 

“Hey, Katie,” he whispered, caressing the side of her face. 

She leaned into his touch, “Hmm? Shit, did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, sweetheart you did. Here let’s get you to bed ok?”

“Can you come with me?”

“W-what?”

“Can you stay?”

Will felt his face get warm, “Y-you want me to?” Katie gave a sleep nod. “Ok, yeah. Um, here let me lock up and clean this stuff up and I’ll meet you okay?”

“‘Kay,” Katie got up and stretched before trudging down the hallway.

Will made quick work of checking all of the doors and windows and rinsed their spoons in the sink before heading to Katie’s room.

When he walked in, she was slipping into bed under the covers. 

“Um, i-is, is it ok if I get out these?” He motioned to his jeans.

“Yea, however you’re comfortable, Will,” she said half asleep already.

A/N: Hope you liked seeing a few different storylines take more shape. I know some of you may have questions about Santi’s night. The chapter was getting long and frankly nothing of consequence happened with him anyway, Melissa and the boys go out and have a fun night. I may do a little deleted scene sometime because writing David makes me laugh. Also, I know some have shipped Benny and Megan. I don’t want to play spoiler, but they are just friends. But don’t worry, romance is in both of their futures.

Will got down to his boxer briefs, leaving his jeans, shirt, and socks on the floor near the bed. He got into the bed facing Katie, who had her back to him. Once he was fully under the covers, Katie shuffled back towards him. Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces as he draped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She could feel his breath which lulled her to sleep. Will took a deep breath and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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