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Chapter Three - The Beach

Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Chapter two | Chapter four

Series warnings and summary: in series masterlist

Chapter summary: you decide to show Frankie your favourite way to tour Port Williams

Chapter warnings: Frankie and reader go out on the open water

Word count: 4.5k

There are a few good ways to tour Port Williams.

The first and the way most tourists do it is by walking up through the cobbled streets to the grassy hills where you can see across the village. It’s simple but you don’t need a self-proclaimed tour guide to do so.

The second is by hiring a small propeller plane to fly around the coast. It is probably the most exciting way to view the village and you always loved flying out from the small two gate airport to see over the whole coast but you lacked a plane and a license so that was quickly thrown in the trash along with the first.

The third and final way, the way closest to your heart, is to view it from the water. Frankie would be on the fishing boat for the most of the summer at least and so you swapped the idea of a boat for a paddle board. The water was calm close to the coast and so it was an easy paddle from the dock at Port Williams over to the beach at Maryton, the next town over. The open water was where you first learned how to swim, your father often taking you both out on his paddle board and your smaller one. You went out together every summer until his last, the year you returned after university, and both your paddle boards were still sitting in your garage untouched since. There hadn’t been a reason to go out with them since, until now.

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Frankie had already been walking up the stony steps at the front of your house, hand raised in a loose fist to knock on your door, when you opened it at 10 on the dot. He was without his hat again today and also missing the plaid shirts you had seen him wear in favour of an olive green t-shirt. He looked as handsome as ever with his curls a little neater today having not been battered about in the sea wind just yet and there was no way to hide the wide grin that was already on your face as you leaned against the door.

“Op, hello,” Frankie laughed, letting his hand fall back down to his side.

There was a moment where you didn’t reply, your eyes still looking over Frankie, before you looked back up to his eyes and opened your mouth.

“Do you know how to swim?” were, regrettably, the first words to leave your mouth.

“Sorry?” Frankie’s eyebrows pulled together and he walked backwards down the steps to give you enough room to walk out of the doorway.

“Sorry, good morning,” you chuckled, closing and locking the door behind you, “I was thinking we could go paddle boarding but I forgot to ask if you know how to swim... or if that would even be something you would want to do.”

“I swim pretty well but I’ve never been paddle boarding,” Frankie rubbed the back of his neck as he watched you open the small garage attached to the side of your house, his hand itching to fix the hat that he had went without after your compliment yesterday, “and I don’t think I packed swim shorts with me,” he huffed a laugh.

“It’s easy, honestly, I wouldn’t propose it if it wasn’t,” you opened the bed of your dad’s old truck that was squeezed in the garage and climbed inside to lean across and pull out the two boards and paddles, “we don’t have to if you don’t want I was just thinking it could be fun… ”

You suddenly felt a bit silly, standing on the truck with your head almost touching the low ceiling as you tried to balance both boards and paddles in your arms.

“No! No that sounds fun, really,” Frankie reached up to take one of the paddles and boards you had been balancing in your arms, “I just may fall off a few times.”

“Luckily the water isn’t too cold this time of year,” you teased.

Frankie reached his hand up, his palm open as you stepped towards the edge of the truck. He was looking up at you with a shy smile on his face, gripping your much smaller hand in his to help you down. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about his hands since first getting in his truck only two days ago; they were rough but gentle at the same time, holding you steady until you had jumped down and were stable on two feet before letting go.

“There’s a small surf shop down at the dock and we can get you some shorts. It’s about a thirty minute paddle round to the beach so I’ve got some sandwiches, ham and cheese just I- I didn’t know what you like so tried to keep it simple…” you were starting to realise maybe this was why you hadn’t been on a date in over a year, if this was even a date. It was as though your mind stopped working but your mouth didn’t get the memo.

“Sounds perfect,” Frankie’s smile stopped your worries, “shall we?”

The walk down to the dock was filled with quiet conversations about the day before, Frankie telling you about nearly being pulled overboard for the first time, his exaggerated impression of Mr Miller having you nearly doubled over, and you telling him about a particularly difficult customer who wanted a crab sandwich “but vegan”.

“So… a mayo and lettuce sandwich?”

“That’s what I tried explaining to him! That we didn’t have a Vegan alternative to the crab and had other vegan options but no he was set on a crab sandwich but make it vegan.”

“I only worked in a cafe once, the summer before senior year, but I would never be able to do it again. I don’t know how you deal with some customers,” Frankie shook his head with a laugh.

“Honestly, most are lovely and I like that I can find time to paint. It’s just the odd one that makes me want to tear my hair out.”

“You paint?” A small smile was taking over his mouth again.

“I do, sometimes. I sell them out of the cafe.”

“Maybe you can show me them some time?”

“Maybe I can,” you turned and smiled before nodding your head towards the surf shop. “We can just leave the boards out here, it's too small inside.”

Frankie nodded, resting his board beside yours and letting you lead the way inside. The shop was small, full of t-shirts and jumpers that read Port Williams, homemade jewellery with shells and colourful string, surf boards and paddle boards, paddles and wax, everything you would ever need to go out into or spend a day by the water.

“Hey,” you walked up to the young boy behind the counter and Frankie followed with his hands in his pockets, “we’re looking for some swim shorts,” you stepped to the side and let Frankie stand next to you.

“Back wall,” the boy pointed to the racks and went back to whatever he had been doing before you walked in.

The wall was covered with swimsuits, bikinis, wet suits and swim shorts of all colours. There was a bright yellow pair in the corner, covered in a pattern that looked like old sailors' tattoos of ships, mermaids and anchors. You could see Frankie’s eyes reach up to them, a small smile tugging on his lips, before he stepped forward and reached for a block navy pair.

“Not going for the yellow,” you stepped around him, your hand on his lower back and feeling the warmth that was radiating off him for just a moment, before reaching for them.

“Nah,” he shook his head, reaching behind the shorts at the front of the rack until he found his size. “Think these are better suited for an old man like me,” he huffed a forced laugh.

You frowned, looking back up to the yellow shorts. You really liked them, they were bright and different and made you smile.

“Do you not like them?”

“I do, but-”

“Then who cares what anyone else thinks?” you noted the size of the shorts in his hand and reached back to find a pair in his size.

Frankie bit his lip and nodded, watching as you held them up against him. You hadn’t properly noticed the height difference between you until now, with your chin tilted up and his down before you smiled.

“These will look great on you,” you smiled wide and headed back to the front desk.

“No-no let me,” Frankie was reaching into his jeans pocket to pull out money but you waved him off over your shoulder and already had the money laid out on the counter.

“It was my idea to do this. You can take these into the back and get changed,” you pointed to the changing rooms.

“I- thank you,” he took them from your hands, heading to the back of the shop while you finished paying.

You took the change and waited outside, double checking you had everything in the water proof bag before stripping down to your swimsuit and putting your clothes in the bag too. Not even a few minutes later, Frankie walked out.

He looked good. The shorts were a little shorter than you thought they would be but still covered most of his thighs. They showed off his toned legs in a way you had never noticed before and when you looked up at Frankie his cheeks were flushed with a pink tinge.

“Very nice,” you smiled.

The beach was down some steps at the side of the surf shop and you walked along the rocks before stopping about halfway in. Setting the board downs you turned to Frankie, catching his eyes looking somewhere that was definitely a lot lower than your face and you chuckled, his cheeks burning an even deeper shade of red when he realised he had been caught.

“It’s probably best if I explain how to get on and off the board before we get in the water.” Frankie nodded before setting his board down like yours. “So we’ll walk in till we’re about waist height in the water before getting on the board. I just slide on so my body is about halfway on the board before pulling myself onto my knees, which should be about here,” you kneeled on the board showing him and he copied. “Good. We can paddle the whole way round on your knees if that’s what you’re comfortable with, you don’t have to stand up. But if you’re kneeling, hold your paddle like this,” you showed your hand placement to Frankie.

“Like this?”

“Almost,” you stood from your board and kneeled beside him, fixing the hands, “perfect.”

He looked up to you, whispering a small thanks before waiting for your next instructions. You continued in showing him how to paddle, watching as he tried to copy your movements the best he could, and then how to stand if that was something he wanted to do before he seemed ready to go into the water.

“Are you wearing that in? It might get a little wet,” you pointed to his t-shirt, “or if you want you can use one of the wetsuit shirts I packed in the bag?”

“I-” Frankie thought for a moment,

He wasn’t the most proud of his body; he didn’t like how it had softened around the middle with age and how he was a very different man than he had been twenty years before. He considered for a moment saying that he would just keep his t-shirt on and offer an excuse of not wanting to burn his shoulders, but then came the potentially worse prospect of having a soaking wet t-shirt cling to his body. He instead quickly nodded and pulled his t-shirt over his head, sucking in his tummy a little as he did so, before folding his arms across his chest to at least try to hide some of it.

You tried not to stare as he took his t-shirt off, your eyes falling to the body hidden beneath. He looked good and it wasn’t helping the growing attraction to him that you were trying to fight off in any way. You bit your lip before putting out your hand and taking his t-shirt to place in your bag.

“Good to go,” you smiled at him.

Frankie looked skeptical but nodded anyway and let you lead the way to the water.

The water was a little colder than you thought it would have been, making the both of you let out a breathy laugh as you waded in until around waist height. Looking over at Frankie you realised that you would have to go in a bit further until the water was reaching his waist.

“Ready?”

Frankie took a deep breath before nodding back.

“Ready.”

You waited until he had pulled himself onto the board before you joined him. Frankie followed as you led your boards further out into the water so you could get the best view of Port Williams. Whenever you turned to check on him you found him with his brows pulled tight together, his tongue poking out from between his lips as he concentrated on turning his paddle the right way up when he pushed it into the water. Once you were out far enough you turned the board around before letting the paddle relax across your knees, waiting until Frankie had done the same.

“Wow, this- this is some view,” his eyes were wide as he looked at the Port.

The water was calm enough that you could rest out here, the boards only bobbing slightly with the waves.

“It is. So, a tour of Port Williams from the water,” you put on your best museum tour guide voice, “Well there’s the dock, I’m sure you’re getting to know that well enough. Off to our right is the village centre with the pub, the grocery shop, the doctor's office… and then to the left is the hill where the cafe is on. At the very top you can see the front of my house and yours… yeah, you can see the back of it from here.”

You continued pointing out everything; the different farms and what was on them, the old firehouse that was now a school, the tiny hint of the country road where you crashed your first car.

“To be fair to my driving ability, I didn’t expect the herd of cows when I rounded the corner so I thought it was better hitting the wall than the cows, ya know?” You turned to face Frankie, finding him already looking at you rather than the view of Port Williams and you turned back away from him with a shy smile. “I hope this was an okay tour of the Port,” you laughed.

“It’s been great. Do you give all the newbies a tour like this?” Frankie smirked at you.

“Only the handsome ones.”

You watched as the shy, boyish smile took over his face as he shook his head, the curls falling over his forehead. The sun seemed to be hitting Frankie just right; it was high in the sky, covering his body in a bright golden glow. You weren’t quite sure what it was about Frankie but every time you had been in his presence over the past few days you felt a wave of safety wash over you. He had turned back to look at the village now, his eyes scanning over it quickly, and you could take a moment to just look at him. There was no denying that he was a handsome man but there was something more to it; the way his strong nose was the most dominant part of his side profile, his patchy beard that was scattered across his jaw with spots of grey, the crinkles at the side of his eyes that deepened when he truly smiled, his strong arms and back that flexed with each movement of the paddle, his soft stomach that you knew he was trying to hide with his arms resting across his middle and his hands… the roughness of his hands that were covered in small scars and calluses but were unbelievably warm and gentle when they had held yours.

“C’mon,” you shook your head, “let’s go to the beach.”

The rest of the paddle was quiet and you applauded Frankie for making it the whole way without falling in once. The sandy beach you arrived at was quiet, only a small family sitting down at the other end, and so you carried the board up to the back of the beach to rest against the rocks. Frankie watched as you pulled out a towel and some sandwiches, setting up the mini picnic before settling on the towel and patting the free spot next to you.

“So, you said you met Will when you were in the army?”

Frankie nodded, his mouth full of a ham sandwich, waiting before he spoke.

“We enlisted at the same time and have worked together since we were eighteen, all the way to working Delta Force together. I was a pilot for our team.”

“A pilot? That’s amazing. There’s actually a good way to tour the coast from the sky so now I know that, maybe you can be my personal pilot,” you nudged his shoulder.

“I’d definitely like to do that,” he smiled over his shoulder at you, “maybe for our second date.”

“So, this is a date?”

“I- wait- no, I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Frankie. I wanted it to be but didn’t want to assume that’s what you wanted.”

The both of you smiled at each other for a minute before turning back to your sandwiches.

“So, have you lived here your whole life?” Frankie asked.

“Most of it. I was born here and stayed until I moved away for College. I thought I wanted to move away for a more exciting life; live somewhere new and meet new people but- I just missed how safe I felt here and I know that sounds boring and maybe it is but I am content for now. It’s nice here and I like the people. It’s like it’s own bubble away from the rest of the world.”

“I definitely get that. I’ve never been anywhere like here before,” Frankie’s eyes scanned around the beach for a minute before landing back on you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you raised an eyebrow at him, taking the last bite from your sandwich.

“Just… for this.”

There wasn’t really much to say and so you let your head fall on his shoulder for a moment, the both of you looking out at the waves that were lapping the sand, before sitting up and resting your cheek on your arm.

“Can I ask why you decided to move out here?”

You could tell that he was thinking about it, his eyes still looking out at the water before looking down at you and nodding.

“After our team retired, we took a couple of jobs together. There were five of us, me and Will, his brother Benny, Santiago and Tom. They were just missions that required our skills as ex-Delta Force and to be completely honest they were in a grey area of being legal or not. After our second last one I told them that was the last. I wanted to find my place in the world without living my life with other people making decisions for me but before that happened Santiago came with one last job and it didn’t go well. We- we lost Tom and I just needed to get away.”

His eyes were almost blank as he told you this, a hint of grief that was buried deep down fighting to stay away from the surface. Your hand reached out, squeezing the top of his arm.

“I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

You had noticed some of the scars that littered his body; small ones across his arms and chest as well as one that went the length of his shoulder blade. You guessed that some of these missions are how he got them, permanent reminders of a past he seemed to want to forget.

“It’s okay,” he shook his head and put on a small smile, “but that’s why I came here. Will was coming anyway, he had been someone who travelled giving speeches to new recruits but I think we all lost too much faith in the system for him to keep doing that. He asked if I wanted to join him and where is better for a fresh start than here?”

“You get to find your place in the world.”

“I get to find my place in the world.”

At some point you had both moved closer, your arms pressing against each other as he finished talking. You could feel both your gazes fighting to not move to each other’s lips, Frankie biting back a knowing smile.

“I think we should take this slow,” you whispered and Frankie nodded, “I like you and- we can take this slow.”

“We can take this slow,” Frankie whispered back, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“If we’re taking this slow then you can’t tease me like that,” you shook your head at him.

“Like what?”

He was somehow even cuter when he feigned innocence like that, his eyes sparkling and crinkling at the side as his head bobbed slightly with a silent chuckle.

“Being so… cute.”

“Cute?” his nose wrinkled and he barked a laugh, “I don’t think I’ve been called cute since I was seven.”

“Well you are, and sexy. It’s quite distracting really.” You noticed how his hands crossed over his body slightly but you held his wrist gently, shaking your head. “I’m not lying.”

“Well look at you, if we’re taking this slow then we may have to cut back on paddle board dates because I don’t think I can handle you in a swimsuit again.”

“Okay so you stop trying to be so cute and we’ll stick to dates where we have more layers on.”

“Deal,” Frankie laughed.

The both of you shook your heads and then the wind picked up. You closed your eyes, tilting your head into the wind and letting the breeze wash over you. There was a comfortable silence for a moment before Frankie spoke up again, bumping your arm with his.

“You’re just like a seagull.”

“What?” you turned to him, laughing.

“The way you relax in the wind. Maybe I should start calling you Gulls.”

“Gulls,” you scrunched your nose up and laughed again.

“In the army we have this thing called call signs, yours would be Gulls,” he nodded confidently, as if he had just cracked a secret code rather than found what seemed to him to be your perfect nickname.

“What was yours?”

“Catfish,” his hand dragged down the patchy facial hair and you threw your head back in a laugh before Frankie knocked your shoulder.

“Catfish? I love it!” you beamed up at him, “Catfish and Gulls.”

“Yup, Catfish and Gulls.”

The water began to become a little choppier and so you sighed, knowing you would have to head back to the Port soon. Frankie helped you in packing the bag back up before you both walked back to the shore.

“Think you’ll try standing on the way back?” you asked as you waded back into the water.

“I might as well try,” he smiled, looking more confident than he had been on the way round as he hopped onto the board next to you.

Once you were both out further in the water, you paddled a little further from his board to give him the room.

“Okay so remember, if you fall in, hold your paddle out to the side so you don’t smack yourself with it.”

“Got it,” Frankie nodded.

You could see the cogs in his mind turning as he ran over the mental checklist of everything you had told him before coming out. You watched as he pushed off with a deep breath, the board shaking slightly as he tried to balance. His body flipped over before he was halfway up and he hit the water with a splash. You watched the spot of water where he had gone under for a moment but the water was still other than the few waves that were passing by.

“Frankie?” you waited and still nothing. “Frankie!”

You were ready to jump in after him when he suddenly pushed through the surface. His hair was soaked, curls wet against his forehead as he pushed them back from his face and his mouth was wide as he barked a laugh, head thrown back to show off his neck and Adam’s apple that bobbed with each laugh. His eyes shimmering and crinkled at the side as he looked up to you. Your hand rested over your heart that was still beating wildly, a sigh of relief as you rested your head against the board.

“You scared me!”

You looked over and he was still laughing, a smile taking over his whole face as he swam over to the board. You had never seen him look so carefree; you had maybe never seen anyone look as carefree as he did in this moment. His hand hit the water and sent a splash up towards you causing you to yelp as you put your palms up to stop it. Frankie was still laughing when he pulled himself back onto the board, the water droplets racing down his strong back as he kneeled on the board next to you.

“That was a good attempt!” you offered and he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t know my body could bend like that,” he chuckled, shaking his head causing some of the water to drop off the ends.

“Naughty,” you teased and he grinned, “next time try not to look at your feet. Find something on the horizon to focus on, like the house at the top of the hill.”

Frankie nodded, settling himself on the board once more and trying again. After two more attempts, and a lot of Frankie splashing up at you from the water, he was finally standing on the board. You cheered him on, watching as he paddled a little bit more before pulling your phone out. After taking one without him looking at the camera you called out to him.

“Smile!”

He put on a wide grin, holding the paddle to the side. Once you were sure you got a good enough one you stood on your own board and turned the camera for a selfie, his smile staying in place as you snapped a few before putting the phone safely back in your bag.

The sun was a lot lower in the sky when you were both stopped in front of your house. You hadn’t realised how long you had been out with Frankie and by the look on his face when he checked the time neither did he.

“I-I had a really good day,” Frankie’s hands went behind his back, rocking on his heels slightly.

“So did I.”

“Next dates on me?” He looked almost shy now, his head tilted slightly as though he wasn’t sure about what your answer would be.

“Sounds great,” you nodded, your own hands going into your back pockets. “Well, I should-” you pointed to your house and Frankie nodded, stepping back.

You stopped him with a hand resting on his arm and he looked down with a raised eyebrow. You knew that if you didn’t go for it now you wouldn’t be able to and so standing on your toes you placed a small kiss to his cheek, by the side of his mouth. Before your heels had touched the ground the smile was already overtaking his face, the blush covering his nose and cheeks.

“Text me,” you smiled.

“I plan on it.”

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rimunagenius · 1 year

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Lucky

Pairing: Will ‘Ironhead’ Miller x F!reader , Benny Miller x Frankie Morales x Santiago Garcia x F!reader

Warning: angst! , mentions of divorce (reader and ex husband (Garrett) yes i did this on purpose) , foul language (like very derogatory terms used against reader) , and overload of Will x reader fluff!

Word count: 4.1k words!!

Summary: You found out your husband cheated, abandoned you and your guys’ baby for your bestfriend. Your best boys are their to comfort you through the nasty breakup.

Note: I absolutely loved the idea of the reader having a baby and being a single mom (mainly bc i’m not a fan of together parents [based from my experience]) because i would be able give most of the men in the movie a good ending they didn’t get other than Frankie. Frankie got his baby and the others just exist and the ending leaves very little to the imagination so i like the found family dynamic (BUT THIS IS STILL BEFORE THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN COLOMBIA). I also really want to explore the reader and Wills relationship further maybe? Idk lmk what you guys think.

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Numb.

That’s how you would describe the pain you felt—couldn’t feel, as you lie on the floor of your bathroom. Your chest felt like a ton of bricks had been piled on, one after another and the weight was ruthless as you tried to intake a breath.

You didn’t know what you did, why it happened, or what went wrong that caused the feelings to change. Why her? What did she have that you didn’t?

You ran through every scenario in your head, replaying every moment and words exchanged with him. What made him so unhappy in this relationship. You had a baby with him for god sakes. It didn’t change the fact that he left both of you. You and Tatum. Your 7 month old baby.

You don’t know when you ended up on the floor, when you decided that it was all too much that you took solace in the one area you haven’t cleaned in 2 weeks. It was gross. You were gross—felt gross. You couldn’t remember anything that happened in the last 72 hours other than getting up to feed your baby and go to the bathroom on a continuous cycle. You had ignored everyone’s calls. Either sending them straight to voicemail or just listening to the phone ring.

Frankie called and asked why you, your husband—soon to be ex husband, and Tatum missed the cookout Friday night. Benny calling because you missed his fight, the one you promised you’d make this time, the one they had the celebratory cookout for. Santi had the same reason as Frankie. Everyone was worried sick. You haven’t responded to any text and calls and that was unlikely behavior on your part.

Will didn’t know what to do. He had called and texted, a numerous amount of times. He even showed up to your house, knocking and waiting by the door for almost an hour when the guys called him and said you hadn’t responded to them either.

Will was your best friend. You’ve known him just as long as Benny. The Millers being your bestfriends since you were kids. They introduced you to their friends once they all decided to leave the Army. You soon became apart of their found family.

But Will, your the closest to. You were the same age, leaving an age gap to the youngest Miller, that’s why you got along and closer to Will; but you didn’t love and adore Benny any less. As all the guys’ failed attempts at trying to figure out what was going on, you just repeated the same endless cycle.

Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. Get up. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Bathe the baby. Go to the bathroom. Put baby to sleep. Wallow in self pitty. Go to sleep. All day for the last three days.

So you lay there, on the bathroom floor, Tatum asleep in her bouncer right next to you. You brought her in here when you had to leave the room to vomit as you couldn’t handle being you. You being so sick of yourself since it was was easy for him, your husband of 4 years, boyfriend of 6, to leave—cheat on you like all those memories, the baby you both made together, was nothing.

You decided to jump in the shower, not having showered in days. The warm water felt good on your skin, refreshing. All you could do was stand there. Enjoy the water washing away the sweat, tears, touch of everything you’ve experienced in the last 2 weeks. Washing away his touch. The lingering cheek kiss, side waist hug as he was leaving for ‘lunch with his boss’ so they could ‘talk about a promotion.’

You bet sex with Samantha, talking about him leaving to move in and to continue having a relationship while breaking the heart of the one they both were supposed to love most was fan-fucking-tastic.

As you finished washing your hair and body, even shaving your legs because you needed to feel clean, new, Tatum cried. Hopping out you wrapped your towel around yourself and bent down to place her pacifier back in her mouth. Her cries dying slowly and her eyes lulled to a close again.

Picking up the bouncer you walked back to your room, and put on your sleep shorts and oversized T shirt and took Tatum to the living room. Setting her in her bassinet that you bought last week for the living room, you grabbed the throw blanket that was on the couch and cover your legs as the TV played ‘Love Island’.

Wow, great choice for a time like this. God really loves me today, doesn’t he? You couldn’t help but let the tears that were in a relentless battle with your self control, roll down your face. It was just so hard to let go of all the memories. The years that you spent loving the man that you thought was the love of your life, but ended up being the love of your ex bestfriends’.

Brushing your hair behind your ears, a knock at your door interrupted your tears. Sighing, grateful you had closed the blinds and your car had been parked in the garage, so it wasn’t noticeable that you were home, you sat and waiting for whoever thought you were home, would give up and go home. You should’ve known better.

After ten minutes, the knocking continued and you growing annoyed, got up to answer. Your wet hair, dampening your shirt as you totally disregarded putting it up. “What the fuck, man.” You said as you approached the door, hoping whoever was there, heard.

You have a shocked look across your face as you find Frankie standing at your door, flowers and chocolates in hand. You sigh, a sad smile reaching your lips as you reach up to hug your best friend. “Hi, Frankie.” Tears fell down your face and Frankie was already worried but seeing the disheveled look you had and the sadness in your usually happy-lit eyes, his smile and emotions dropped. Seeing you sad made him sad.

He hugged you back, tighter and just held you. Didn’t ask any questions. As you let go you took the flowers and allowed him inside, but as you were shutting the door, three more people came barreling towards you.

“Wait, we’re here too.” Benny.

“Wait don’t close it, cariño.” Santi.

“We came too.” Will.

You fought the tears as you tried to smile as your boys flowed through the door as you let them. “Just be quiet, Tatum hasn’t been sleeping well.” As if on cue, Tatum started crying. That’s when you snapped. All the small tears and sniffles turned into loud sobs as the cycle began all over again.

You shut and locked the door before pushing past the guys, who all watched you in sadness as you couldn’t stop sobbing as you picked up your daughter and just held her as you wished she would just stay asleep. “Lemme take her from you. Uncle Benny has missed his partner in crime.” Benny walked over, taking off his hat and setting it on the coffee table, and swooped Tatum out of your arms.

You sighed as you sat on the couch and rested your head in your hands. It was so overwhelming, all of it.

“What happened, cariño.” Santi asked as he sat in the love seat in your living room. His question only prompted more tears and cries. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You spent the last three days numb because you had to be strong for Tatum. You couldn’t let yourself spiral. Now that the guys were here, you couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe.” Will kneeled infront of you, removing your hands from your face, replacing one with a hand of his own against one of your cheeks.

“He left.” Was all you could say. Croak, actually. You couldn’t speak as more sobs threatened to tear from your throat.

“Who? Garret?” Frankie asked, already having a strong idea as to what went down. He never liked Garret, never trusted him either. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t already mad.

“Yeah. He went out for lunch ‘with his boss to talk about some promotion at the firm’, but he actually met up with Samantha.” You wiped the tears from your eyes. Meaning to put air quotes around the words, confirming Frankie’s suspicions. You sniffled, grimacing at the sound as you were super congested from the crying you’ve been doing for the last 72 hours. It was fucken awful.

“That fucken bastard.” Benny and Santiago said together.

“He was a piece of shit, anyways.” Will mumbled as he pulled your head into his shoulder as he hugged you, remaining on his knees infront of you.

“I never liked him. Just thought i’d say that up front right now.” Frankie raised his hand.

“He didn’t even come back. He hasn’t come back and I sure as hell hope he doesn’t for the sake of him wanting to keep his manhood.” You sighed into Wills shoulder, eliciting a chuckled from the guys, including you. Surprisingly. “I found out by Samanthas roommate Nina, who by the way knew they had been fucking for 2 months now. She only told me because her and Sam got into an argument about the rent like a week ago. Samantha has been texting me non-stop about how sorry she is but he hasn’t messaged me once.” You pulled away from Will and looked at all the guys in the room. You were so grateful for these men. Your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like it anymore.

“Good. Cause if he calls, he’s not gonna hear the end of it from the Millers, and won’t be able to cheat on anyone when me and Frankie are done with him. Shit, he won’t be alive once the Millers jump in.” Santiago said as he turned his attention to the TV, noticing the Love Island playing. Turning the TV off immediately, not thinking it suit the moment.

You smiled softly, your sad smile returning as you wiped the stray tears. “Hi, baby! How’s my favorite niece!” You heard Benny as he was suddenly made aware of Tatums awake state as she grabbed at his stubble. She loved touching all the guys facial hair. You never understood it but whenever one of them was holding her, her hand was always on their face.

“Hey, dickhead! She’s not the only niece you have.” Frankie reminded Benny of his own kid, earning a groan from Benny.

“Dude she’s not even born yet. When she is, they’ll both be my favorite princesses in the world. Fun Uncle Benny is gonna be their favorite.”

Frankie nodded his head, rolling his eyes at Benny’s save. The room went silent as your phone rang, and the picture and called ID was on display to everyone.

“Fuck no.” Benny immediately said. “Shit! Aw damn! Jeez, sorry.” He immediately apologized for his language. Aware how you felt about the guys cursing around Tatum.

“Don’t answer it.” Will said, as you picked up your phone. All the guys protested but you didn’t care. You answered.

“What?” Your sadness immediately being replaced by anger and betrayal as he just now decided to call.

“What the fuck is your problem!? Your ignoring Sammy? She didn’t do anything to you.” Garret yelled over the phone at you.

What a fucken idiot.

“Im sorry, WHAT!? Your going to call me to bitch and moan about how im ignoring the woman you cheated on me with!? Your unbelievable.” You got up, all the men stood up with you.

“Im unbelievable!? Your just a self centered bitch who didn’t see that I was unhappy in our marriage! Jesus Christ! You were so fucking boring,” Garret said your name with such distaste and anger. It shocked you. Suddenly you didn’t feel mad, you felt sad and worthless again. The boys didn’t waste no time in jumping in.

“Hey, man. Watch your damn mouth.” Will said from next to you. The calmness in his voice was scary. It always was. The way he stayed calm during duress situations was scarier than him yelling.

“Mhnmhn.” Frankie shook his head from where he was standing.

“Earmuffs Tatum. Im gonna fucking kill him.” Benny whispered looking up. No matter how little Benny was, growing up, he protected you—tried to, whenever someone gave you a hard time. He’s done it all his life, and this time was no different. Even with your daughter in his arms.

“Dear god.” Santi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, what? You have your little bitch dogs with you. I bet your banging all of them, you fucken slut. You always had the hots for Will. Your a whore. This is why I cheated in the first place.” Garret yelled through the phone, Samantha being heard laughing in the back.

“Get your head out of your ass and put your bitch in check. They’re here because they’re helping me take care of your daughter. You know, the one you decided to abandon the minute you fucked another woman?” You cried into the phone. You couldn’t even be angry. All you felt was sadness. Everything hurt. It hurt to cry, to speak, to breathe.

“Look, im sorry. You gotta understand that I wasn’t happy anymore. I’m sorry, baby.”

“You do not get to ‘baby’ me. Your a sad excuse for a man Garret. Jesus.” You decided you didn’t want to just rip at him, you needed to get a rip at Sammy. “Sammy, don’t be sad when you wake up one day when you don’t see Garret in bed with you. He’ll probably get bored of you too, and fuck your roommate. Hell, he’ll fuck the whole complex.” You heard a distant ‘Fuck you’ before you let more tears fall.

“Baby, im sorry.”

“Garret, stop calling me that. We’re done. You don’t get to be nice and ‘baby’ your way out of this. You just finished calling me a slut and a whore!”

“But you get to invite all your men over!? How could you do that to me?”

“How could you cheat on me with my bestfriend!?” You choked back a sob, Will wrapping his arms around your neck from behind, kissing the top of your head.

Garret said your name, just above a whisper. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Your voice soft, tired, of speaking when all you want to do is cry. You did just that, cry as you got your final words out. “It doesn’t really matter, Garret. Cause in the end it all hurts the same. I’m done. I’m done with you, your little whore and your not coming back home. Expect divorce papers at the door of your house—oh, im sorry, your mistress’ house, in two weeks. Fuck you, man!”

“Can I atleast get my-“ You didn’t give him to finish his sentence as you hung up, unleashing all your pent up rage, sadness and overall overexertion. You turned your body into Wills, allowing him to hug you as you cry into his favorite hoodie. He doesn’t even care that his forearms of his sleeves are getting damp from your still undried hair, and his chest growin damp from your tears.

Benny, Frankie, and Santiago all joined in on the hug as you just cried. They knew there was nothing they could say or do but just hold you while you let it all out.

These were your guys, and nothing would change the way you would always be grateful to them.

Your boys, your safe place, your support system, your home when yours didn’t feel like home anymore.

***

Will had made dinner for all you guys. You all sat at the table and ate together, Benny not letting go of Tatum once. She already had her uncle wrapped around her finger.

For the most part you guys ate quietly, and just talked about what you missed the last three days before apologizing that you had missed it all. None of them held it against you, understandably so. They talked about their work and what they’ve been up to and what they have going on, not touching on your situation any longer than they had to. You didn’t want ‘im sorry’s you just wanted to hang out with your friends. You didn’t want to feel sad anymore.

Not long after you all ate, you went and laid on the couch in bewteeen Will and Benny. You were leaning on Benny, curled into his side while Frankie sat on the other side of him and Will by your feet. You don’t remember much of what you were watching as you were in and out of sleep. Sleep that you haven’t been able to properly get as it was just you and Tatum. An insomniac baby is bound to catch up to you later. All you knew you had put on your favorite rom com but just didn’t remember exactly what part you were watching.

It wasn’t long before the built, muscled, and toned side of Bennys frame, turned into the soft cuddly teddy bear that was his personality. Long before you could fight the sleep until the guys left, your eyes closed and you fell asleep.

You had convinced the guys to watch your favorite rom-com. It only took you begging them quietly as Tatum fell asleep after you fed her, not wanting to wake her, and dropping the ‘hey, I just asked for a divorce against my cheating husband’ card and it was hard for them to say no to you.

Benny and Will knew that you falling asleep to this movie wasn’t uncommon. You did when it first came out when you were in middle school. The movies nights they let you pick and you’d pick this movie falling asleep around the same time, everytime. How to lose a guy in 10 days just gave you the comfort you needed whenever you felt sad or whenever you just felt like falling hopelessly inlove with the perfect love story.

“Never fails.” Benny chuckled softly, noticing your soft snores into his side.

All the guys looked over to see you knocked out, curled into a tiny ball, wrapped in the small throw blanket. This was a calming and reassuring view for all of them. They’ve never seen you like this before. Sure they have been there ever since they met you and all the old boyfriends who didn’t deserve you, but the way you were today. Sad, betrayed, and angry…was something they hope to never see again.

They love the happy you. The you that jumped up and down whenever you met them at the terminal when they were back on leave. The you that laughed at the most unfunniest jokes because everyone deserves to feel special. The you that your smile brightens up the whole damn room and any of their bad days.

They saw you finally at peace, the most peaceful you of the day. Getting the rest you deserved they all felt successful in their efforts to cheer you up any way they could.

Frankie was the first to get up, putting his hat on. “I gotta head out, my girl is waiting for me.” He hugged all his friends goodnight, stopping at you to give you a kiss on our head. Santiago got up, being that Frankie was his ride. Santiago did the same.

Benny was harder to get up. He didn’t want to disturb the little sleep you have been able to get in the last couple of days, but again, Frankie was his ride. He grabbed a throw pillow next to him, and swiftly and stealthly switched it under your head. Your soft stirring causing all the men to stop breathing and moving, not wanting to disturb you.

Once the coast was clear Benny said bye to his brother and kissed your head softly. He walked over to Tatum and kissed her soft brown hair, covering her better with her blanket.

Will decided to stay the night with you. You had agreed when you sat down to pick the movie while the other guys cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. He offered to help you with his goddaughter so you can get whatever you needed done, out of the way. You appreciated the offer and agreed with open arms to let him stay. Him saying he’ll figure the ride out tomorrow, or whenever you didn’t need his help anymore.

The guys exited the front door, the sound of the truck starting soon disappearing as they pulled out and drove away.

No matter how much Will denied it to everyone, he was a sucker for the cheesy romance movies. He wouldn’t admit it, especially to you. These were your favorite and it was his duty as your bestfriend to deny he likes whatever you like. ‘It’s because im a boy’ he always told you. You thought he was so full of shit. He sat there for twenty minutes watching the movie he’s seen over a thousand times in his lifetime. It seemed to be working whatever magic it had on you and made him so tired. You guys both seemed to swap your liveliness.

Your sleepy state didn’t last long as you opened your eyes and let them wander around the room, as much as you could see, to find the house empty but Will and Tatum.

You sat up, and yawned. “How long was I asleep for?” You look at Will, hopeful that it was enough.

“Like, thirty minutes.” He rubbed his eyes as he yawned. His yawn being a little too loud as it woke Tatum.

You were moving the blanket off of you, getting up to get your daughter when Will beat you to it. “I got her. Sit back down, sweetheart.” You nodded softly your eyes still heavy from being tired.

“When did the guys leave?” You frowned having missed them on their way out. You didn’t say thank you.

“Like twenty minutes ago,” Hey, babygirl. C’mon. I got you.” Will bent over the bassinet, looking at Tatum. He cradled her in his arms. He watched as Tatums cries soon turned into whimpers which then turned into soft cooing. He smiled at her before another yawn escaped his lips.

The movie was still playing quietly, the end almost nearing. The soft background noise pulling you into your sleepy state yet again. You closed your eyes, shoving your arms and legs under the blanket forming a small ball again. The couch dipped next to you as Will filled the space, holding your baby girl.

You didn’t think twice before moving your body the other direction, to face Will before moving closer to his side. He knew what you wanted and he lifted his arm so you can get comfortable against him.

He threw his head back, finally closing his eyes as one arm held Tatum and the other held you against his chest. You couldn’t have been more grateful for this man. You loved him with every bone in your body. You were so glad that you were able to call him your bestfriend. You can count on him when the world let you down again and again.

You looked up at him, touching the side of his face. On contact, he moved his head in your direction, smiling softly as he was met with your eyes, full of happiness again. “Will?”

“Yeah, baby?” Your breath hitched at the nickname he hasn’t used for you in years. Atleast before you met Garrett. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Will picked up on everything, very observant, damn you Army.

“Thank you. Your too good to us.” You whispered, looking away from his face, nestling into the crook of his neck as you watched your daughter peacefully sleep in your bestfriends arms.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anything for my two favorite girls.” He kissed your head, resting his head back on the couch, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes.

“I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes too.

“I love you.”

All you could think about was how lucky you and Tatum had been to have a man like this in your life. A man who will move heaven and earth if you asked. How lucky you were to have men as good friends as the guys were to you. You couldn’t ask for a better family to help you raise your baby.

You and Tatum were so lucky.

You were both happy.

***

A/n: I would absolutely love to turn Tatum and the guys relationship into a full series of one-shots. Like little moments as she grows up. I want to create a father-daughter dynamic with Tatum and Will because like i said i want to explore Will x F!reader more!! Maybe along the lines of them growing closer as Tatum grows up because as they figure the whole parenting thing out together, they also find themselves and figure out their relationship as well.

Let me know what you think!!! It would be greatly appreciated!!

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Mitch - The room is loud as patrons all line the bar calling out to the busy bartenders trying to get their attention to relay their drink orders. Mitch sits at the far corner of the bar as far from the crowd as he possibly could get and sips on his beer slowly. His eyes are darting around the room looking for unknown threats that could ruin his Friday night plans. Thankfully there are none that he can see but his body instantly tenses as another body brushes up against his. Soft full lips graze against his ear as words are whispered to him. “I’m so sorry to do this to you but could you do me a solid and pretend to be my boyfriend for a few hours?” Mitch turns his head to look at you and his eyes quickly dart around your pretty face. Your eyes are silently pleading with him and he hums softly and leans forward to press a soft sweet chaste kiss to your mouth. You gasp inaudible against his mouth at his action but then you seem to melt against him slowly. Your hand comes up to rest against his chest and he almost growls at the feeling of your nails curling against his chest. When he pulls away your eyelids flutter open and your sparkling dazed eyes gaze up at him. “Who’s bothering you, so I know who to keep an eye on.” He questions softly to you as his eyes dart around the room surveying it. “Guy in the blue and yellow plaid with the brown puff vest over it.” You relay easily and his eyes narrow in on the man, he’s larger than Mitch but Mitch knows he can take him if he needs to. Mitch widens his knees and scoots the stool further back before he guides you to stand between his body and the bar. His arms loosely cage you in protectively. “This okay?” He asks softly and you nod your head at him as your fingers dance up and down his chest idly. “Yeah I’m sorry to have to ask you this. But you were the only single looking guy here and I’ve seen you here before so I felt it was a good bet you’d be able to help me.” You explain softly and he shakes his head at you silently. “Don’t apologize. I just feel bad that you’ve had to go to these lengths to get away from a guy.” Mitch easily dismisses your explanation. “Guys need to learn some manners when it comes to pretty women.” He watches as you flush under his appraisal and he smirks softly at you before leaning forward and pressing another kiss to your mouth. This one quickly heats up and when he tries to pull away to get some air your hand comes up to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him back in quickly. He grunts softly against your lips and finds that he’s rather glad you chose him to protect you if this is how it’s going to go.

Marcus - Marcus was standing in the back of the elevator waiting as the rest of the FBI employees all loaded on. He smiled when he spotted you, you didn’t work in his department but he knew you worked up by his floor because you two often rode the elevator together and he would always get off before you did so worked on one of the floors above his. As you moved to the back of the elevator you grinned at him and held up a cup of coffee towards him. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and tilted his head with a soft confused smile. “What’s this?” He asked softly as he took the cup of coffee with a kind smile. “Just a little bribe before I proposition you.” You say with a wiggle of your eyebrows. Marcus chokes on the sip of coffee that he had just taken and you laugh brightly at his response. “Not like that Marcus, get your head out of the gutter.” You said as you laughed softly. He blushed brightly as you leaned back against the wall of the elevator. He watched silently as your eyes darted to the other riders in the elevator before turning to him slightly. “My sister is getting married in a month and I need a someone to come with me.” You said softly avoiding eye contact with him. Marcus smiled softly feeling proud that you had chosen him to ask. “If it’s not your thing then don’t worry about it. You have no obligation to go or do me this favor. And my family is a little crazy when it comes to relationships in the family. Hell they’ve been bugging me to get a boyfriend for years now, so they’ll be extra crazy if you come with me. You know what? Nev-“ you were rambling and Marcus found it absolutely adorable that you were rambling about this. But he took pity on you and spoke up. “I’d be honored to be your date for the wedding. I mean you did buy me coffee.” He teased softly and your head snapped up to look at him so quickly he worried you might have whiplash for a second. “But I have one condition.” He cautioned you. “Anything. You’re doing me such a huge favor as it is.” You gushed out gratefully. “Let me take you on an actual date before the wedding.” He said softly and watched as your eyes widened softly and a bright happy smile fell across your lips. “Really? You wanna take me on a date?” You asked in awe and Marcus smiled warmly down at you. “Have wanted to for months now. Ever since the first elevator ride up.” He confessed softly and your grin widened even more shockingly. “I would love to.” You said in a hushed breath. “Then it’s a date.” Marcus confirmed with his own soft smile directed at you.

Francisco - Lively music is playing from the jukebox in the corner of the bar as you burst through the door, your eyes darting around the room wildly trying to find the men who would normally be found in the establishment on a Friday night. When you heard the loud raucous laughter of the group your eyes instantly followed and you sighed in relief as you quickly made your way over towards them. “Hey there Sunshine! How are you?” Benny called out happily as he saw you approach the table they were sitting at. “Hey Sunshine!” Pope greeted you happy to see you and Ironhead and Catfish both nodded at you in greeting. “Hey guys.” You sighed at tiredly as you sat in the empty chair at the table. “Everything alright?” Ironhead asked with a raised eyebrow and you shook your head. “No, it’s my grandma again.” You lamented softly and all four of the men nodded their heads in knowing, they had all met your grandmother at one point or another in your friendship with the group and they knew how much she stressed you out. “What’d she do this time?” Benny asked as he took a swig of his beer. You tilted your head from side to side as you grimaced in embarrassment. “More like what I did this time?” You questioned gritting your teeth slightly. All four pairs of eyes snapped to you and then all match slow grins formed on their faces. “Tell me you finally told her off.” Pope said in a hushed tone as he looked at you with wide hopeful eyes. “I did, but I also shot myself in the foot.” You said as you ducked your head. “What do you mean Mija?” Catfish asked softly as he sat leaned back in his chair watching you quietly. “She was being a brat and kept nagging me about getting a boyfriend and no matter what I told her that I wasn’t looking for one she wouldn’t let up. So I told her she was being an asshole and overbearing and that I already had a boyfriend and was keeping him a secret because of the way she acts like this.” You explained all in a rush. It was quiet for a few moments before laughter rang out around the table from the men. Pope was cackling and slapping his knee while Benny was howling with amusement, Will was chuckling softly as he shook head and Catfish just stared at you with an awed look and a soft smile. “So where’s this boyfriend?” Benny teased as he finally stopped howling. You grimaced and shook your head. “It was a spur of the moment thing I don’t actually have a boyfriend and now she’s expecting the imaginary man to show up to the next family party this weekend coming up.” You lamented and rested your head onto the table with a huff. Pope laughed happily and you turned your head to him. “I’m so glad you find joy in my misery asshole.” You snipped out. “I don’t I just find this to be perfect timing. Fish doesn’t have Rosalita this weekend coming up so he’s free and available to play pretend with you.” Pope said excitedly. “Pope!” Snapped Catfish as the other two men grumbled in positive tones. Your head snapped up and turned to Catfish with hopeful eyes. “Really? Would you be okay with that? You’d only have to endure my family for one night with me and then I could make up some excuse for us to break up so she’d get off my back.” You began saying excitedly. “Mija.” Catfish said softly as he groaned and rolled his head on his neck. You turned your head to him and felt your hopes plummet at the look on his face. Sighing dejectedly you shook your head. “Don’t worry about it ‘Fish. It was a stupid idea.” You said softly and sat back in your chair as you crossed your arms over your chest. The table grew quiet and you felt embarrassment heat your face before you stood from the table. “I’m gonna head out guys I’ll see ya around.” You said in farewell to the men who only grunted and grumbled in response to you. As you made your way out to the parking lot you grumbled to yourself about how stupid of an idea it was that Catfish would be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend for one night. You had hoped that maybe he returned at least some of the feelings that you had for him but unfortunately it seemed that he didn’t. Just as you came to your car you unlocked and began opening the door only for it to be shut by someone’s large hand coming down from behind you. You turned quickly and saw Catfish standing close to you. “I don’t want to play pretend.” He said in a rush and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah I got the memo loud and clear when we were inside.” You griped to him and he huffed at you. “No, I mean I want it to be real if I’m going to be your boyfriend.” He said lowly and you stared up at him in shock. “Are you being serious?” You asked softly and he nodded his head. You surged forward and pressed your lips to his, making him grunt softly and slowly return the kiss.

Stiles - You were standing in line at the movie theater waiting to buy popcorn and your drinks, not to mention you would have to pick up a package of m&m’s for Stiles since that boy couldn’t go through one movie without them. Suddenly you feel a presence behind you and whirl around quickly almost losing your balance as you gaze into Stiles’ shocked eyes. “Hey.” You greet and smile warmly at him and he returns the smile before looking over his shoulder. Your eyes dart over his shoulder and see Scott with his date Rachel over by the doors. “Hey so listen Scott needs us to pretend to be dating because he thinks it would be weird if his date found out he brought his two best friends on their date with him.” Stiles explained quickly as Scott and Rachel began walking over to the two of you. “Well yeah because it is kinda weird. I mean we told him that.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders. You didn’t want to pretend to be dating Stiles and you were trying to avoid it all costs, because you wanted to actually be dating Stiles. You had had a crush on the boy for so long it was starting to become pathetic how lovesick you were for him. Just then Stiles stepped closer to you until your chests were almost brushing and his hand slid around your waist tugging you even closer to him. Your hands came up to his chest to catch yourself before you fell completely into his body as you stared up at him. Rolling your eyes you huffed at him as he grinned gazing down at you. “Smooth Stilinski.” You tease him and watch as his grin widens and his cheeks flush with a pink hue. “I’m a smooth operator.” He says confidently and you burst out laughing at his horrible line. “Oh god I’m dating a dork with horrible puns.” You moan out and he grins as he chuckles happily. His head tilts downward and his nose nuzzles behind your ear. You suck in a sharp breath at his movement and your body just melts into his. “I wish this wasn’t pretend and that we were actually dating.” He whispers softly almost inaudible but you heard him. “Me too.” You whisper softly and then your head jerks back and the two of you stare wide eyed at each other as you both process what you had confessed. Suddenly the two of you lunge at each other and it’s all a mess of wet kisses and flailing limbs as you collide. “Hey….guys?” Comes Scott’s unsure statement from next to you and Stiles pulls back violently gasping for air. “Scotty the two of us need to leave. Yeah, we need to leave. Have fun on your date.” Stiles rushes out quickly as he grips your hand firmly in his and drags you out of the movie theater. “Bye Scott! Bye Rachel!” You call out over your shoulder as you wave at them.

Tequila - Sadie Hawkins. You sigh softly as you read the text message from Tequila. “Everything alright?” Nick asks as he leans on the bar top smiling softly at you with a raised eyebrow. “Gotta go save Tequila again.” You tell him as you take another swig of your beer. “So who’s it gonna be tonight? Scorned girlfriend or tattling best friend?” He asks amused as he shakes his head. “Does it matter? The results are all the same.” You say with a shrug. Your eyes dart over to where Tequila sits with a pretty brunette and you sigh softly. “You know maybe you should tell him how you feel maybe then all of this would stop.” He suggested and you shook your head at him. “I’m just the friend who bails him out of bad dates.” You tell him and smile tight lipped. Standing from the stool you begin to walk over to Tequila and the brunette. When Tequila spots you he gives you a relieved look before his eyes widen comically. “Oh shit.” You hear him say softly and the brunette begins to turn towards you. “Baby?!” You cry loudly as you begin to glower at Tequila. Well tonight was gonna be scorned girlfriend. Pursing your lips you cross your arms over your chest and stand defensively between Tequila and the brunette. “Baby, I thought you said you were gonna be late at the office.” You accused Tequila with a pout. You could see the brunette starting to fidget on her stool as she watched you glare at Tequila. “Honey I-“ Tequila began to try to explain but you cut him off. “And who’s this?” You asked as your eyes swung to the brunette. She grimaced softly and stood quickly from her stool. “I’m so sorry he asked me out on a date tonight and I didn’t know he was in a relationship.” She rushed out embarrassed and you felt bad that you were putting her through this all because Tequila didn’t like something about her. Your body suddenly felt exhausted at playing this charade with him. “I have to go.” She said hurriedly before rushing out of the bar. “You are a life saver.” Tequila gushed out as he chuckled softly to himself. “Tequila I’m tired of doing this. Find someone else to play your fake girlfriend I’m not doing this anymore.” You said with finality and moved to the bar and signaled Nick over so you could pay your tab and go home. You were just so tired all of a sudden. “What do you mean? What am I gonna do without my best fake girlfriend?” He asked as he looked over at you with a peculiar look on his face. You shook your head at him. “I’m tired of lying to these women that you find fault with. Don’t you get tired of it?” You asked incredulously. He shook his head in response. “Not really I mean it stinks that they aren’t what I’m looking for but that’s part of the dating world.” Tequila answers. “Well part of the dating world is being honest with your dates. I’m done Tequila you’re gonna have to figure it out on your own from now on.” You said before turning towards Nick. “I wanna close out my tab Nick.” You said as you pulled your wallet out from your back pocket. “Don’t worry about it I gotcha covered.” Nick said softly and waved his hand at you. You looked at him silently for a moment and then nodded your head. “Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.” You said with a wave and turned to leave. “So that’s it we’re just done?” Tequila asked from behind you and you turned to look at him. “I told you I’m tired of lying Tequila. Find someone else to lie for you.” You responded dejectedly and then turned and walked out quickly.

Whiskey - The room was too crowded. So crowded that it was almost impossible to move about the room. And Whiskey needed to move if he was going to catch his target at any chance. Just as he stepped to the side around a portly older man a woman stepped in his path and fluttered her eyelashes at him. She was tall and slender in a floor length red silky dress, a pretty face with red painted lips and long cascading black hair. She was gorgeous and she knew it if the look in her eye was anything to go by. Whiskey sighed softly as his eyes darted over her shoulder to the target he was tailing. “Excuse me Ma’am.” He said softly as he ducked his head and tried to step around her. Her hand shot out to his forearm and kept him in place. “You’re new I haven’t ever met you before.” She simpered to him and fluttered her eyelashes at him again. He smiled tightly at her and looked back to the target to only seem him slipping through the far door at the side of the room. “I don’t-“ he began to explain as he huffed softly but was cut off by a lilting voice. “Hannah, leave the poor man alone he’s just trying to get across the room.” You chastised the woman softly as you stepped up to the two of them. Whiskey turned to gaze at you and had to tilt his head downward to get a look at you, you were a short little thing. You smiled kindly up at him and hooked your arm through his elbow. “C’mon sweetheart, I’ll get you to where you’re goin’.” You said softly and began to lead him through the crowd weaving around people like you were spineless and all he could do was be pulled along with you. When you exited the crowd and he found himself standing in front of the door that the target had escaped through not more than five minutes ago he turned back to you. “Thank you.” He said warmly and full of relief. “No problem sweetheart.” You said with a bright smile and wink sent his way. You began to turn from him and he reached out gently for your hand. When he gripped it you looked over your shoulder at him in confusion. “I’d like to repay you.” He said turning on the charm for you with a knowing smile. You laughed delighted and shook your head at him. “No need. I come to these things so often I could navigate them with my eyes closed.” You said dismissively and waved your hand in the air. Whiskey stepped closer and you looked up at him with a teasing smirk on your face. “But if you insist. What do you propose?” You asked softly still smirking at him. “Dinner at my favorite little hole in the wall and an evening walk around the park not far from it.” He suggested. He watched as you silently contemplated his offer and then a grin lit up your face and he felt his breath was stolen from him. “Alright sweetheart. Come find me later when you’re done with whatever and I’ll give you my number.” You told him and he nodded eagerly. Then you slipped into the crowd again and Whiskey lost sight of you. He smiled softly to himself as he turned to the door and quickly slipped through it getting back to the mission but you’d be on his mind the whole time.

Raymond - The twinkling sound of glasses hitting each other and light chatter filled the ornately decorated room. You felt slightly uneasy at all the extravagantly dressed people in the room and you shifted on your feet clad in small kitten heels. You raised the glass filled with rum and coke to your lips and took a small sip. “There you are darling.” Rosalyn said as she stepped over to you with Mickey following close behind her. You smiled brightly and nodded your head at her. “Have you been hiding away over here in the corner all night?” She asked in a teasing lilt and you smiled, shaking your head at her. “No, I played the part of professional business woman and made connections but I was just taking a breather. It’s a bit stuffy in here.” You said with ambiguity as your eyes followed a man who held his nose up as he walked past you. Mickey’s bark of laughter pulled your attention to him and he grinned wickedly at you as he wrapped an arm loosely around Rosalyn’s waist. “I like her. She calls it like it is. No wonder you hired her on.” He said with warm fondness as his eyes peered at you knowingly. “I was wondering if either of you had seen Ray? I lost him earlier in the crowd and haven’t been able to find him since.” You said with slight concern tinging your voice as your eyes darted around the room looking for the man. “Is that the only reason you’re looking for him love?” Rosalyn asked smirking at you knowingly. “How times have I told you to stop playing match maker Ros?” You asked exasperated with her intentions. “Oh really now?” Mickey asked in a soft awed voice as he gazed at you more scrutinizingly. “I could see it.” He said after a moment and you scowled softly at him. “Don’t encourage her. Soon she’ll start planning our wedding and Ray won’t have a clue.” You lamented to him softly and he laughed amused. “Actually you may have to go save him love.” Rosalyn said with a twinkle in her eye as she gazed at something behind you. You turned to see what she was talking about and almost burst out laughing at the sight. Raymond stood there uncomfortably stiff as a woman brushed her hands up and down his suit clad body. You watched as Ray leaned back away from the woman with a slight sneer on his face and his darted around the room for any type of assistance. “Go save ‘em love. He needs you.” Rosalyn encouraged softly from behind and you scoffed at her. “This doesn’t mean anything.” You said over your shoulder and felt her pat your shoulder lightly. You then took off across the room to save Ray from the woman who couldn’t take a hint. You watched as Ray’s eyes landed on you over the woman’s shoulder and watched as his body seemed to deflate with relief as you moved up to his side. The woman had finally stopped touching Ray and you could see that his body was relaxing further. You smiled up at him as he looked down at you. “Hello love.” He said warmly to you in that deep baritone voice of his. “Hello Ray.” You responded kindly as you sidled up to him resting your hand on his bicep feeling his muscle flex through the material of his tuxedo. You watched as something changed in his eyes as he gazed at you and suddenly he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours making you gasp softly. He turned his body towards yours and his hand came up to cup your cheek. “Atta boy Ray!” Came Mickey’s shout from somewhere in the room and the two of your pulled away grinning widely.

Forrest - It was busy in the station tonight as you worked behind the bar and cleaned up as the hours passed. Most of the locals knew you and they knew that the Bondurant boys looked out for you, but it was those few out of town ones who tried to overstep the boundaries. As you were walking back from clearing away one of the tables you held the dirty dishes in your arms as you moved past the men sitting at the bar. Suddenly a sharp sting blooms on your backside and you whirl around in shock. Two men that you haven’t seen before in the station are snickering at your response and you scowl softly at them as you move closely behind Howard’s back to get behind the bar. Howard’s eyes trail you and you connect your eyes with his only to shake your head not wanting to cause a problem tonight. He nods his head slightly and you get back to refilling drink and food orders from the patrons. It isn’t until another hour has passed that the same two men start talking about you in rather vulgar terms and it’s starting to make you uncomfortable. Your whole body jolts when the loud sound of Forrest’s office door slamming shut catches your attention. Your eyes dart to him as he moves slowly through the room over to the two men who have been giving you a hard time. “Is there a problem here?” He grunts out to the men and they look over their shoulders at him. “No problem at all.” One of them answers and you watched as Forrest leaned closer to the men. “You leave her alone or you’ll have to deal with me.” Forrest threatened quietly to them and your eyes widened slightly at his words. You knew the Bondurants cared for you but you had never thought that Forrest would threaten someone in your honor. Then Forrest was moving around the bar to stand behind it with you as he moved to start wiping down the bar as you got to the orders that came in. “So what, is she your gal then?” Sneered one of the men and you avoided making eye contact with anyone as you continued pouring drinks for the other patrons, but you could see Forrest still in movement out of the corner of your eye. He stilled with his hand holding the wash rag against the bar top and stared at the man in silent shock. “Yeah, that’s his gal. So better leaver her be.” Howard said suddenly causing everyone to turn and look at him. He smirked softly as his eyes landed on you and saw the heated blush gracing your face.

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I want to hear how you think Frankie would occupy himself while he’s stuck quarantining while reader is working from home... is he constantly in her hair? Is he hanging out with baby in the other room? Is he suddenly completing every home improvement project he’s been putting off for months? Is he a welcome distraction for her?

Quarantine

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Reader

A/N: Okay this was a lot of fun! I love writing for Frankie! I’m still getting used to writing in this style but hopefully this is what you had in mind!

At the beginning Frankie would have taken the whole thing as a well deserved break from hopping between time zones. His sleep patterns aren’t as flexible as they were when he was younger so he would have leaped at the opportunity to even out his circadian rhythm again. Lots of sleeping in and binge watching tv. But there’s only so much relaxing the man can take!

By about day three he’d have started to grow restless and he’d start popping into the home office you’d set up a little more frequently just to see what you were up to. But just because he was grounded for the foreseeable didn’t mean you didn’t have work to do. In fact the whole shift to virtual work had you busier than you’d been before.

He would plonk his chin down on your shoulder and wrap his arms around your belly to peer over at your computer screen. He might place the odd kiss on your neck to see if he could get a rise out of you. You would try your best to ignore him as you typed furiously at your computer but it was when his hands started to roam that you’d swat him away with an unconvincing scowl and remind him you were busy. There was one run in while listening to a particularly boring zoom presentation that you weren’t proud of though...

Frankie’s knowledge of cooking was pretty much nonexistent limited before he met you. You’d taught him a few things here and there but he usually relied on you to at the very least least tell him what to do when it came to making meals. Now that you were preoccupied and he had nothing better to do though, he’d taken to learning to cook.

Somehow he managed to find the most ridiculous recipes possible. Just looking at him you’d think he was more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy but recently it seemed like you were eating a different cuisine every night and there was usually some new cooking method involved that not even you had tried before. Just last night he made homemade pasta. From scratch. Just ‘cause.

Frankie could only bare so much putzing around the house alone. He was a strict enforcer of the rule that you had to drop everything to do with work by 6pm. His favourite method of ensuring this was pouring you a cold cider and insisting it would be irresponsible of you to allow it to go warm and flat by ignoring it. Who were you to argue with such sound logic?

When he wasn’t cooking or bothering you he was pestering your new baby girl. The light of his life. The apple of his eye. His pride and joy.

She was more of a glorified potato at the moment. She didn’t do much aside from eat, poop and sleep, but he missed out on a lot of quality time with her when he was flying so it seemed like every two seconds he was running in to tell you how she’d just winked at him for the first time or he could have sworn she was trying to say her first words.

One time when you got up to stretch your legs you walked into the living room to find them both conked out on the couch, her curled up in the crook of his arm with his baseball cap balanced backwards on her head. That image was now the lock screen on your phone and probably would be until the day you die.

It was only a couple weeks ago when the weather started to warm up that he decided it was finally time to bite the bullet and start those repairs on the rusty old secondhand car sitting in your garage that he’d gotten a good deal on a couple years ago.

He insisted all it needed was a little love but it sure looked like it was getting a lot more than that when he would come inside for a break, sweaty and exhausted with grease stains on his shirt and jeans. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it kind of sexy.

Frankie usually wears his hair a little shaggy but it had been growing wilder and wilder with every passing week and while you found it entertaining at first, he insisted that he couldn’t stand it anymore when it grew to the point that it tickled his ears so you buckled and ordered a set of clippers and barber’s sheers.

Cutting his hair was when you discovered just how much he LOVES it when you touch his hair. He found it so relaxing he almost fell asleep a couple time and you had to nudge him gently every once in a while to keep him awake so he would sit still.

You were a bit nervous about it when you finished because it was a little shorter than he usually wore it but he insisted that he’d had MUCH worse haircuts when he was still in the army which put you at ease.

Now that he’s been cooped up inside for a while Frankie is itching to get out and can’t wait until they start loosening restrictions on parks so he can get you guys out for some physically-distanced hiking in the not too distant future. The man was built for the outdoors after all and he wants to be able to share that with you while the weather is nice.

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