#triple frontier imagines

[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

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[intoanotherworld23]

Deep Water II

Characters: Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Ben Miller, Santiago Garcia and female reader

Warnings: Some swear words and mention of killings and murder

Summary: Waking up in a room that isn’t your own you suddenly remember you were kidnapped by a dangerous gang called the Frontiers, and you get to talk to your captors a little more

Part 1 Part 3

Quickly blinking your eyes open as you stared up at the ceiling wondering where you were. Everything looked and seemed normal but you did not recognize the place. Rubbing your eyes as you sat up trying to remember what happened.

Feeling that sudden prick in the side of your neck  it hitting you that the men of The Frontiers had kidnapped you. Taken your against your will after you had witnessed them murder an innocent man. Although you have absolutely no idea if he was innocent or not.

All you could hear in your head was the sound of a gun going off, and a man's body hitting the floor. Images flashed through your brain as they so casually slumped his bloody figure into the car. Unable to get the sent of metallic out of your nose.

It didn't matter cause they still didn't have a right to take you away. Feeling like you still had liquor in your system. Your hair and your face probably looked like a train wreck right now. Still wearing the same clothes that you had on feeling sticky and hot.

Taking a closer look at your surroundings you noticed the room looked like someone was already living in it. There was a dresser that had all kinds of cologne on top of it, and a shelf that had books stacked on every inch of the shelves.

This was a massive room whoever was living in it, and you hated to admit but you were kind of jealous. You've never seen a bedroom just as big as your entire apartment.

In the corner there was a pile of clothes stacked in a hamper that were clearly a man's. Nothing in here indicated to you who was living in here, but you really didn't care at the moment. You just wanted to get out of this room and get the hell out of here.

Just as you started to get off the bed you looked over to the nightstand to see a white note along with some water. Picking up the piece of paper you realized the note was written for you.

Come downstairs when you're ready

                              Will xx

As you held the note in your hand you debated whether or not you really wanted to go downstairs. It was probably just a rouse or a trick to get you to be around them so they could kill you or rape you. A shiver running up your spine at the thought of what their hands could do.

Right now all you wish you had in this moment was your mother. To have her holding you in her arms as she rocked you back and forth to comfort you. Telling you sweet things in your ear until you smiled. Brushing your hair until you could fall asleep.

Having nobody and feeling so alone was the most dangerous thing you could feel. It was like falling down a deep dark hole that you just couldn't escape. Trying to claw your way up only to fall further down.

Hearing voices below silently reminding you what situation you were in. These men were probably never going to let you go, and that you might as well just accept it. Grabbing the water bottle uncapping it as you chugged half of it contents, but it still didn't quench your thirst.

Placing your feet on the cold floor as you quietly stepped towards the door. Soon as you opened the door you kept smacking yourself in the head for not walking away from the alley when you had the chance. If only you had your mother or father to get you out of this.

Walking down the hall slowly trying to listen in what they were saying, but all you could hear were muffled sounds. Peeking around the corner down to the stairs to see them all sitting in a humongous living room chatting.

"You know he's going to come looking for him." Frankie had spoke as he lifted up his beer to take a sip.

"You think I don't fucking know that?" Will spat back at him as he rubbed his forehead in stress.

They obviously knew the man was of some importance otherwise they wouldn't be worrying about it so much. He had to have been an enemy of theirs, and they didn't want to start a war with them. The last thing they wanted was to piss on someone else’s front yard. They knew how to handle things accordingly before they got out of control.

"I'm just saying man." He put his hands up in defense.

"Anybody could have killed the poor bastard." It almost scared you how cold he was acting after murdering someone in public.

"How are we going to get rid of the body?" Santi asked looking between all of them in genuine curiosity.

"We burn his body and put his ashes and everything else in a trash bag." His suggestion came so quickly since he's obviously murdered people before. "Nobody will ever know."

"I say we just come clean and come to a truce." Benny suggested which made Will laugh menacingly. "In case they do find out."

"That's a stupid fucking idea." Taking a huge gulp of what looked like whiskey hissing as it went down his throat. "We'll get rid of any trace it was us."

"He's not an idiot Will he'll know it was us." Santi responded lounging back on the leather couch.

“Yeah than he’ll be knocking on our front door.” Frankie mumbled loud enough.

“More like shooting our front door.” Benny shot back which only irritate Will even more.

"Enough." Will bellowed as his cheeks started to turn red with frustration. "We're done talking about it." 

"What about the girl?" Benny asked after a few moments of silence and that definitely got your ears perked up now.

"What about her?" Will said raising his eyebrows at him in question.

"I mean what are we gonna do with her?" Leaning forward so his elbows were leaned against his knees in genuine concern for you. "She can't get involved in this."

"We keep her here until she is of no use to us." When those words left his lips you felt yourself gulping but a lump forming in your throat making you panic.

"We're not killing her William." Frankie exclaimed the other two men nodding their heads in agreement. "She's done nothing wrong."

"I won't kill her." Sighing heavily as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It's her name that's keeping her alive."

Scrunching your brows you wondered what he could have possibly meant by that. Pondering if your father was involved in stuff that he maybe shouldn't have been. Maybe this is what they didn't want you to know growing up. The less you knew about what he did the better.

Maybe that's why they kidnapped you thinking they could find some use of you. Although it didn't make sense given the fact that your family was dead, and it was probably by an enemy of his.

Standing there with even more kinds of questions  running through your mind now. If only your parents were alive to help answer these questions cause you already knew that those men down there certainly weren't going to answer them for you.

"Good morning darling." A voice rang out as you started to back away groaning knowing you'd been caught. "Hear something interesting?"

You were like a child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Your entire body froze and you couldn’t find it in yourself to move quick enough. Feeling like their was something stuck in your throat. Finding it extremely hard to swallow that saliva that built in your mouth.

"Come down and join us." He waved over to you to come down which you timidly did.

Walking down the steps you kept your eyes downward not wanting to look up. Even though you could feel all there eyes on you. It was like that spotlight was on you again, and you just wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

Hesitating on taking the last step off the stairs to what could be your doom. Looking up to see all of them staring at you with different looks on their faces. Benny and Santi gave you a smile, Frankie gave you a wink while Will had a dangerous twinkle in his eye.

Almost like he was challenging you to cross the line or challenge him. He didn't seem like the type of person you wanted to cross or even piss off. At the same time though you couldn't help but admire each and every one of them.

They were handsome in there own unique way. If they weren't blood soaked killers you probably would be flirting with them right now. Feeling your cheeks heating up under there intense gazes rocking back and forth on your heels.

As you glanced around you could tell that this wasn't just a house but a full on mansion. It was pretty clear that these men were living a lavish lifestyle. They could probably buy anything they wanted with a snap of there fingers.

"How are you feeling?" Benny asked as he stood up to stand in front of you.

"Fine." Voice was so dry it sounded gruff making you let out a cough to clear your throat.

"Are you hungry?" Frankie spoke up making you look over at him with a quizzical look not expecting any of them to be nice. "Could make you some beef stroganoff?"

"Um." That was a complete shock not expecting him to be a cook at most you thought cold pizza out of the fridge. "Sure."

Giving you a wink he took off into the kitchen to starting preparing your meal. Looking out the window seeing the sun shining brightly in the room. It looked like it was morning time although you could be wrong and your brain is tricking you right now. It looked like it was morning, but since he offered you dinner food it clearly wasn't.

Which means that you have slept for more than eighteen hours. Never in your life have you ever slept that long, and it was only cause they drugged you. Thanking your lucky stars they didn't use too much, and accidentally killing you with an overdose. 

Looking back over to the rest of the men you noticed Will was looking your body up and down with a close eye. Quickly looking away when he made eye contact with you. Hearing a light chuckle slip past his lips.

"Relax we're not gonna kill you." Will joked after a few minutes of awkward silence making your eyes widen. It was in bad taste. "Yet."

"Jesus man don't fuck with her like that." Santi gruffed as he took in your terrified look.

"He doesn't mean that sweetheart." Benny smiled as he placed his hand on your lower back guiding you over to the couch. "You're our guest."

"Weird choice of words for a group of men that just kidnapped me." You snapped back unable to keep it from coming out of your mouth. "After they killed a man."

"The babe here can bite." Benny joked as he sat down beside you making Santi laugh and Will crack a smile.

"Harder than you think." You really were pushing it with your attitude considering they literally could snap your neck like a twig.

"I'd watch your tone sweetheart." Will caught on to you as he gave you a firm warning.

Sitting back up against the couch while you stared down Will. Pouting like a little child letting them control you like that. Your mother always taught you to never ever let a man tell you what to do.

Once again there was awkward silence as the four of you sat there and looked at each other. Silently nudging for someone else to speak up first. They figured you probably had questions and wanted to answer as many of them as they could.

"Why did you kidnap me?" Asking as you looked over to Will for a response Santi and Benny could tell this was just going to be between you two.

"Because you're a witness and we can't have you running your pretty little mouth." Will groaned as he answered when nobody else responded.

"So what do you guys do?"

"We're salesmen."

"What do you sell?"

"Stuff little girls like you have no business in buying."

"You don't know what little girls like me are into or know about."

"Judging by the way you acted after we killed that guy I'd say you've been sheltered most of your life."

"You know nothing about my life." The corner of Wills lip twitched when he knew he had struck a nerve with you.

"Just like you know nothing about us sweetheart."

"What do you want with me?"

"Nothing."

"I told you I wouldn't go to anyone I would keep quiet and you'd never hear from me."

"Like I told you that's something we can't risk."

"Are you gonna kill me?"

"Not unless you give us a reason to." He answered honestly which made you audibly gulp.

As you sat there thinking about his answers there was one question you did want to ask him, but we're too afraid to ask. It was nagging at the back of your mind to just go ahead and ask to see what he says.

"Did you know my father?" Silence.

All of them including Frankie in the kitchen was silent. They all looked to each other waiting to see if Will was going to respond. As you sat there looking at him you noticed how light his eyes really were. They were almost kind entrancing like something was tugging you to him.

Feeling your heart stating to race as the two of you looked at one another. It was like it was just the two of you in this room, and the rest of the men were disappearing. The room was starting to become smaller, and the air was becoming thicker with tension.

"Yes I did." He finally responded making you lean forward a little more your curiosity even more peaked.

"H-how?" Forgetting about who you were talking to and just cared more about what he had to say. "How did you know my father?"

“If it weren’t for your last name you wouldn’t even be alive.” His words had a cold meaning behind them almost like a warning or threat.

“How did you know him?” Asking him again but he was clearly choosing to not answer that.

"That's enough questions." He growled as he stood up and headed upstairs assuming to his room since you heard a door slam shut.

Staring straight ahead as you felt a slight ringing in your ears. Feeling that familiar lump in your throat as well as your eyes watering up. Shaking your head you looked to the other guys to be met with sympathetic looks.

It really did shock you that Will knew your father, and as soon as you start asking questions he suddenly shuts down. It was almost like he didn't want you to know the answer which was frustrating to you.

Right now your mind was all over the place like it had been scrambled. All you wanted to do right now was take a shower, wash off the smell of alcohol, get into some comfy clothes, and then go to bed. Taking a deep breath before you stood up to go back to your room.

"Dinner is ready." Frankie called from the kitchen placing your plate on the table with a soda.

"Smells delicious." Sniffing the air you almost moaned at how good it smelled.

"It's the best you'll ever have." Complimenting himself making Benny and Santi nod their heads in agreement. "I can promise you that."

"Thanks." Picking up the fork quietly jabbing the pasta and beef before placing it into your waiting mouth. "Jesus Christ this is delicious."

"The best you've ever had kind of delicious?" Frankie asked as he stood there with a hand on his hand and a smile on his face.

"Yes." Quickly jabbing some more into your mouth practically stuffing your face like a weirdo.

The guys laughed at your eagerness to eat not caring anymore, and starting to feel more comfortable around them. They were being incredibly nice and understanding of your situation.

Will on the other hand was cold and hostile towards you for some reason. One minute it felt like he felt bad for you and wanted to help you, and the next it was like he wanted to rip your throat out.

The guys were chatting around you making small talk while you ate your food in peace. For a minute you forgot where you were and what was going on in your life. Just imagining that you were back at your apartment watching tv while playing on your phone.

Speaking of your phone and your stuff, you had no idea where any of your belongings were. Patting down your pockets to feel they were all empty. Looking over at the other men debating on whether you should ask or not.

"Wheres my stuff?" Asking with a mouthful of food turning their attention to you.

"Will said it was best if you didn't have it until we can trust you." Benny answered making you scoff with a roll of your eyes.

"What if someone comes looking for me?" Not being able to come up with one person you knew that would ask where you were but you still asked anyway.

"Nobody's gonna look for you darling." Santi answered honestly with as much sweetness as he could muster. "Not that anybody wouldn't but we have ways to handle it."

"That's such bullshit." Not meaning to say that out loud but they found it funny. "Sorry."

"Sweetheart you don't have anything to apologize for." Benny gave you a huge grin showing off his white teeth.

"We actually tried convincing him to let you go." Looking over at Frankie and then the rest of the men who nodded.

"When you were passed out we told him you wouldn't tell anyone." Santi spoke up. "I mean we have the cops in our back pocket they wouldn't touch us."

"Why didn't he let me go then?" It was the one question nobody really seemed to want to answer.

"That's something he's gonna have to tell you sweetheart." That was the kind of response that you didn't want to hear.

It would be as waste of energy and time if you asked Will more questions. You'd probably irritate him so much he snap your neck, and then dispose of your body like the other man. As much as you wanted him to tell you everything it might just have to wait.

"I guess I'll go back to the room and sleep." Getting up from the chair heading towards the stairs but someone's voice stopped you.

"I wouldn't do that sweetheart." Frankie’s voice turned a little deeper making your nervous turning around to face him.

"Why not?" Quirking an eyebrow at him wondering why he told you not to go upstairs.

"Because that's Wills room."

“Then where am I supposed to sleep?”

“We’ve got a spare room all made for you.” Benny stood up as he walked over to you with a hand on your back escorting you upstairs to the room going past Wills bedroom.

Great you were going to be staying in the room just next to his. You would rather sleep downstairs on the couch then get within twenty feet of him. He seemed like he would smother you with a pillow in the middle of the night.

“Do this a lot do you?” Quirking an eyebrow as you stood in the middle of the room looking around.

“Nah.” Drawing out the word crossing his arms across his chest. “We don’t give them a room we dig them a grave.”

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Will thinks a partner/reader who isn’t a morning person is adorable. He’s a huuuuge morning person and will do everything to help them out in the morning—making their coffee and breakfast, scraping any snow or ice off their car, taking the dog out, clearing their place at the table—just cuz that’s who he is. But he loves when they pad into the kitchen all sleepy, rubbing their eyes, especially if they’re still in their PJs (which usually consist of his shirt), and just laughs when they grumble at him.

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[dameronscopilot]

Okay, bc you said dirty talk is the most important meal of the day, how do you think each of the tf boys talk dirty in bed?

More praise or degradation? More vocal or is there mouth more focused on devouring you?

I have some thots on the matter. Consider it a sampler platter ✨

Dirty Talk with the Triple Frontier Boys

x f!reader

NSFW 18+ content below.

BENNY MILLER is vocal as fuck. He knows how crazy his deep voice drives you—especially when he really lets his accent bleed into his words. But honestly, even if it wasn’t for your sake, Benny wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut if he tried. When he’s inside of you, he needs to tell you how goddamn gorgeous you look. How well you take him. How good you feel. (And Benny doesn’t naturally resort to degradation, but when you ask him to make it hurt and call you mean things, oh. He absolutely will.)

“You feel so fucking good, honey. Gonna fuck my cum so deep in that perfect pussy it’s leaking out of you for days.”

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SANTIAGO GARCIA has a sinful bedroom voice and filthy fucking mouth, and sometimes, you’re convinced he could bring you over the edge untouched with nothing more than the depraved things he murmurs against the shell of your ear. He’s so seductive with his words, and occasionally, he likes to blend his praise with light degradation, depending on what kind of mood you’re both in. It’s impressive how he manages to explore your body with his mouth and tongue while dirty words continue falling from his lips. 

“Go ahead, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock with that pretty little cunt.”

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FRANCISCO MORALES might have you fooled with his soft, soulful eyes and warm, raspy voice, but make no goddamn mistake, in the bedroom, the things that leave his mouth are far from decent. He’ll start off by taking you apart with laser-focused precision as a landslide of praise scatters from his lips. His words start off sweet and doting, but they grow more filthy with each thrust, and eventually his need to devour you wins out as his mouth grows far preoccupied with your lips and the rest of your body.

“Been thinking about you all goddamn day, baby. Fuck. You’re so fucking tight for me, don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

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WILLIAM MILLER is an observant man; he notices everything. He’s so practiced and particular with his words, and he knows exactly what to say to make you go boneless in his arms. So while he’s not overtly vocal, the husky, dominant words that rumble out of him go crawling straight up your spine. (And yes, there’s praise, because he can’t not tell you how beautiful you look while you’re splayed out underneath of him.)

“Good girl, that’s it. Spread your legs wider. You can take it.”

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[crazyk-imagine]

Dress up Montage

Pairing: Benny Miller x (Insecure) fem!reader

Characters: Benny MIller, (Insecure) fem!reader, William “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Francisco “Catfish” Morales, Maria Valencia-Morales (OC from One Shot)

Warnings: Cursing, reader being insecure at times, Benny being cute and adorable, Benny comforting his girl, Will being the best non-official brother-in-law, the boys caring for reader, Santiago getting threatened by Will, cute future in law moment between Will and reader, mentions of marriage

Word Count: 2,331

*Idea came from @princessmermaid1289​ 

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“Why do I need to dress up so nice?” You ask, removing what feels like the millionth dress. ‘Why can’t any of these just look nice?’ You think to yourself, looking away from the bathroom mirror as you reach for your t-shirt. 

“Benny has a surprise for you after the fight,” says Will. 

You stick your head out of the bathroom door, staring at him with a raised brow. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

“I’ve got drinks,” Santiago lifts up the flavored water (that he likes more than the others), turning to see where the older Miller is looking. “Hey. You look great.” 

You blink once, “I only put on lipstick.” 

“And it is a beautiful color. What dress are you gonna wear?” 

You close the door, “I don’t know.” You throw your shirt back on. 

“What about the one you wore for Frankie and Maria’s third year anniversary?” Santiago suggests. 

“No.” 

“What about-” 

“None of them are what I’m looking for. Just- you two should go, it’s almost time for Benny to leave and I know you two need to help him.” 

They catch each other’s eye, Santiago shrugs. “We can-” 

“No, Will, you need to go and support your brother. I’ll be there before it’s time for him to fight, okay?” 

“I don’t like the thought of you being here alone,” Will tells you, leaning against the door. 

“I’m a big girl, Will. I’ll be there before you guys know it.” You grab a few of the dresses you tried on. 

He sighs, “you have your Christmas gift?” 

“Yes, I have my taser and pepper spray along with the skills of a boxer. Bye.” You sigh, setting the dresses back onto the toilet seat so you can lean against the sink counter with your head hung low. 

Their footsteps retreading gives you all you need, and the flood of emotions spills out of you. 

Your bottom lip wobbles, you raise your hand to your mouth, hiding the cries that escape you since the boys are a few feet away down the hall. 

-

Will gestures for Santiago to go out to the car where Frankie is, waiting for them. 

The latter nods and heads out to the car. 

-

Will walks into the garage, closing the door leaving it opened a crack (the door sometimes sticks, and it locks from the outside so, whoever is in the garage can’t get out. 

It’s on Benny’s to do list but the part he needs won’t come in for another two weeks). 

“I don’t think your plans gonna work.” 

“Why not?” The younger Miller asks, tinkering away on the car, needing something to do with his hands while he goes over everything that needs to be done, in order to make sure that this night goes as planned. 

“She can’t find a dress and wants to stay behind while we’re “at your fight”. You’ve got to come up with something better.” 

“Did you even try helping?” 

Will shoves his brother’s shoulder. “You’re on your own.” 

Benny chuckles, resting his hand against the car, “oh, come on. You know I didn’t mean it.” 

“Sure. We’ve got a couple of things to do. Make sure you’re there by six.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He wipes his hands on his grease-stained jeans. 

“I mean it, Benny.” 

“Uh huh.” 

The older Miller shakes his head, exiting the garage. ‘He’s not gonna be there at six.’ 

-

“So?” asks Santiago, who leans forward, resting his arms on the back of the seats. 

“We’re finishing up and those two will be late.” 

“You told him to be there by six?” 

“Yeah, I told him to be there by six.” 

“Alright, alright,” he raises his hands, leaning back as Frankie starts the car. “Someone’s a little testy.” 

“I will leave you two near the highway if you two don’t shut up,” Frankie chimes in. 

“Why is everyone so aggressive?” Santiago doesn’t look into the front window because he can feel Will’s side eye. 

“Maybe because you had to find the one thing that would make this whole plan fall apart.” 

“How was I supposed to know they wouldn’t have the right tablecloth?” 

“You didn’t order it!” 

“Because I thought we chose to do a different color pallet!” 

The car stops at a red light, the two quiet down looking around. 

“Do not kick us out,” Will tells the (“former”) pilot. 

“We’ll stop. I swear,” Santiago adds. 

Frankie shakes his head, praying that their fighting isn’t going to ruin the night.

- 

Benny’s put a lot of effort and roped them all into making sure everything goes well and the man with a pilot license is going to make sure that damn well happens. 

Benny stops in the kitchen, washing his hands before he heads towards your shared room. He stands there, listening to your sniffles. He sighs, sad to hear you feeling so down. 

This is supposed to be a fun and special night that neither of you will ever forever. 

He knocks on the bathroom door. 

You jump, a quiet gasp escaping you as you turn to face the door. “I told you guys to leave and go without me.” 

“It’s me.” 

“What- what- what are you doing here, Benny?” You take a step closer to the door, resting your hand on the door handle. 

“Don’t you have a fight you should be getting ready for?” 

“There’s no fight tonight.” 

Your head flinches back, not comprehending what he just said. “What? Then what am I getting ready for?” 

He avoids staring at the door, knowing that you're standing right there, staring at him. “I lied, there was never a big fight going on tonight.” 

“Why did you lie?” 

“I- uh- I planned something special.” 

“If you planned something special you could have told me.” 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“You know I don’t like surprises.” 

“Which is why I didn’t tell you about this one and wanted things to go the way I planned,” he tells you with a cocky tone. 

You close your eyes and rest your head on the door. “I don’t have anything to wear,” you weakly tell him. 

“Yeah, you do.” 

You can see his shadow coming from underneath the door. “No.” 

“If you open the door, I can help you pick out the “perfect” dress.” 

You open the door, sticking your head out, “you just want me to strip down so you can try and seduce me before you force me out of the house for your supposedly “special night plans”. Don’t you try to pretend that you’re going to help me… horn dog.” 

Benny holds his hands up. “Hey, hey. I’ve got plans for us and we have to be there by six.” 

“Will?” 

He nods. “Okay,” he steps forward. “Let me in.” 

“As long as you promise not to seduce me.” 

“Promise.” 

You open the bathroom door wider, giving him room to enter before you lean against the wall with the hands being a divider between your back and the wall. 

“Except for this.” 

You try to ask him what he’s talking about, except you can’t. You reach for him, hands slipping up his chest and resting on the back of his neck as your fingers play with his slightly overgrown hair. 

He pulls back, neither of you open your eyes for a few minutes. Benny reaches for one of your hands and slides it down, resting it over his heart. He pulls you closer, laying your head on his chest so he can rest his head on top of yours. 

“You better hope you didn’t ruin my make-up.” 

A smile stretches the corners of his lips high up on his cheeks. “It’ll make for good pictures.” 

“Horn dog.” 

“Your horn dog,” he pecks the top of his head. “Now, let’s find you that dress.” 

“You just to see me half naked.” 

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “That’s a plus.” He glances up in the mirror and catches your stare. “Yeah, yeah. I know, horn dog.” 

“But you’re my horn dog.” 

“Exactly.” 

-

“Okay, now that you’re dressed-” 

“It doesn’t look good.” He immediately drops the dresses onto the bed and runs back into the bathroom, hands on your hips as he pushes you back against the sink, lifting you on top of it. He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “You look amazing. No, no,” he stops you before you could argue with him. “You look so beautiful right now and I don’t want to hear you say anything else but that.” 

“But I-” He shakes his head, “say it.” 

You pout with furrowed brows. 

“Say it.” 

“I look good.” 

“Not quite what I was going for, but it works. Again.” 

“I look beautiful.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. 

“Yeah, you do. I’m gonna take a shower, get dressed and we’re going to the surprise I have for you.” 

You nod, not ready to say anything. 

He pecks your lips, “I love you, okay?” He steps back, kicking off his shoes. “It’s your choice to stay here to kindly observe and ogle me.” 

You scoff, “I have other things to worry about than your greasy hands.” 

-

You quickly wipe the corner of your eyes and reach for your makeup, needing to touch up a few things. 

“Hey, babe?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you get the outfit I have hanging in the closet?” 

“Lazy,” you mutter. 

The shower door slides open, he sticks his head out with shampoo still in his hair. “I heard that.” 

You turn to him and chuckle. “I hope you did. Wash that out before you get shampoo in your eye.” 

He closes the door. “Too late.” 

You groan, “don’t cry about it to me.” 

“It hurts.” 

“That sounds like crying.” 

“It is!” 

You shake your head, a smile never leaving your face as you search for his clothes. 

-

“Okay. Let’s go.” He grabs your hand; you jerk your hand causing him to stop. “What is it?” 

“Where are we going?” 

He sighs, “I told you I’m not telling you.” 

“Please,” you clutch his arm, squishing your cheek against his shoulder. 

He shakes his head, “no. It’s almost time for us to leave and if we’re late, Will is gonna kill me.” 

“Fine.” It’s your turn to drag him outside. “I’m driving,” you try to grab the keys from your boyfriend, only for him to raise his arm and keep the keys out of your reach. 

“I don’t think so.” 

“Why not?” 

“Do you know where you’re going?” He chuckles watching as your dejected body walks towards the car. 

-

“I need you to close your eyes.” 

“What?” Your head snaps over to his, “no.” 

“Oh, come on. Please. Do you hear that? I’m asking nicely, manners and all.” 

You can’t argue with him as he gets out of the car, walking around towards your side. You bite your lip and unbuckle your seatbelt before launching yourself over towards the other side of the car. 

Your plan doesn’t go as planned and you’re yanked out before you could even touch the lock button. “Really?” 

“I just realized I forgot to put on perfume, it’s gonna ruin the whole surprise.” 

“You look and smell incredible, stop making excuses.” He places his hands on your waist and gently spins you around. “It’s all gonna be worth it. I promise.” 

You gulp as you stare into his eyes. “I look beautiful.” 

He blinks once and cracks a smile when he realizes that you’re telling him you’re on board. “You look beautiful.” 

“And I’m going to let you drag me off to whatever it is you have planned because you worked hard to make this happen and even though I’m having an off day, we’re going to get through it.” 

“Together?” 

“Don’t push it.” 

Even though the other three were fighting about the display, they managed to make it look absolutely amazing (and with no major fights… Santiago complains about a “mysterious” bruise three days after this). 

You and Benny have a wonderfully prepared and delicious dinner, prepared by the Morales’ or else it would have been take-out (Santiago can’t cook for shit and burns everything he makes… even toast.) 

“Okay, now that we’ve finished dinner. What’s next on the agenda?” 

“Desert?” 

You furrow your brows, “is that a question or an answer?” 

“Yes.” He blocks your view of the dessert, mumbling to himself. 

“Ben?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You lookin’ for something?” 

His shoulder tense up. “… no.” 

“You sure?” 

He spins around to face you. “Did you find it?” 

“I want to lie so I don’t ruin the surprise but, yes.” You lift the black ring box up for him. You sniff, “I didn’t open it though. I swear.” 

He covers your hand and the box with his, kneeling in front of you. 

Your heartbeat increases at the sight. 

He pecks his hand and takes the box out of your grasp. “I think we both know what’s about to happen here.” 

You nod, unable to give him a proper response. 

He takes a deep breath. “Will you-” 

You squeal, “yes! Yes!” And wrap your arms around his neck, he wraps his arms around your before either of you could fall. 

“I take it that’s a yes.” 

You smack his shoulder, “don’t be a smartass.” 

He shrugs, “can’t do that.” He opens the box and slips the ring onto your finger. 

“Wait… is this why you kept saying we would remember today forever?” 

“Yeah, and he wouldn’t shut up about it.” 

You suck in your bottom lip as you smile. “That seems like something he would do.” 

“Great now I’ve got my fiancée and my brother teaming up against me.” 

“Ah, you hear that,” Santiago wraps an arm around you. “He called you, his fiancée.” 

Frankie pulls Benny up, showing him the pictures, he took. 

Will takes a seat beside you after shoving Santiago away. “You feeling better?” 

“I feel fan-fucking-tastic… future brother-in-law.” 

That manages to get a man to crack a smile, something that doesn’t always come easily. 

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I’m in the mood for some protective boyfriend Will Miller with his GF headcanons so I’m taking you all down with me:

Will doesn’t like not knowing where you are. It makes him antsy and he starts to WorryTM. He doesn’t need you to provide an itinerary of your day, but he would prefer that you check in with him now and then, simply to let him know you’re okay.

Whenever you go somewhere, he always likes to doublecheck you have everything you need - gas for your car, an extra coat, food, emergency contact information, etc.

You butt heads when you want to do something fun that requires signing a waiver, i.e. skydiving, paintball, etc. HE does shit like that all the time, but when YOUR well-being is on the line, it makes him uneasy and why can’t you just go to a fucking movie instead?

He has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to someone else flirting with you.

If it’s just some mild, friendly flirting - like with a waiter/waitress - you can get away with teasing Will about the way he scowls and grumbles, getting a little grumpy in general.

But you can tell he’s not happy about it so you don’t push your luck too far.

If someone hits on you at a bar, especially if they make you uncomfortable and won’t take no for an answer…there’s gonna be blood.

Will keeps his cool. Where Benny would explode immediately, Will has more self control.

But he definitely has a hard limit and once he’s past that limit, it’s not pretty.

With steel in his voice, Will tells the offender, “Leave her alone,” as he rests a hand at the small of your back or slides an arm around your waist.

If the offender doesn’t take the hint, Will grips your hand and pushes you behind him. Then he’s baring his teeth and growls, “I said, fuck off.”

For the most part, that gets the job done. There’s a look in Will’s eye at this point that signals to most men with a scrap of working self-preservation that if they value their lives, they better get the hell out of there ASAP.

But sometimes, there are idiots in this world who can’t take even the boldest hint.

Will only gives two warnings. There will not be a third.

If the offender continues to pressure you, Will lashes out with a precise strike to the throat. Another to a secondary weak point - face, kneecap, solar plexus - something that will leave the offender on their knees, gasping and in pain.

“If you even look at her one more time, I will make you beg for me to kill you. Is that clear?”

For the rest of the night, everyone in that bar gives you a wide berth and treats you with the utmost respect.

When you want to handle an issue yourself, you have to talk Will down. Even though he’s a huge advocate for your independence and autonomy, it’s still very hard for him to sit back and watch you struggle when all he wants to do is jump in and help fix the problem.

If someone is disrespectful to you, Will sees RED. It’s going to take all your strength to hold him back.

Then again…you’re not above flaunting your boyfriend for a little leverage.

When the mechanics at the local garage triple the price on your car repairs, all you have to do is gesture to your boyfriend who’s standing behind you, scowling, arms crossed, legs apart, looking like a guard dog about to strike, and suddenly you find people to be very cooperative.

If you’re honest, sometimes it scares the shit out of you to see your normally mild-mannered boyfriend suddenly turn into this beast.

On the other hand, you know he’s just concerned about you and it would kill him if something happened to you on his watch.

On the occasions when Will gets violent, it takes a while for both of you to calm down. But when you do, Will touches you so tenderly and speaks so softly, apologizing that you had to see that, apologizing that he didn’t protect you better as he kisses your forehead and folds you into a hug.

Tuck yourself under Will’s arm. Show Will that you’re with him and no one else. Remind him that you’re just spooked about the situation, not scared of HIM (because it would tear him up inside if you were scared of him). Give him a kiss on the cheek and whisper how sexy it is when he’s protective of you.

That will ease any lingering tension and he’ll laugh softly, giving you a little love-tap on the butt.

“Are you teasing me?”

“Yes. Are you gonna do something about it, soldier?”

He’ll brush a kiss to your temple and take you home, keeping you safe and warm in his arms, in his bed, for the rest of the night.

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Late at Night

Santiago Garcia x Reader

Summary: One tired husband and one fussy baby during the middle of the night.

It was his turn to wake up to your daughter during the night. He promised he would because you have been doing it a lot, every night, lately.

But of course, when you heard Sonia, your newborn daughter, cry out in the night, Santiago didn't even flinch.

You hated that he was so used to loud noises during the night.

You were tired, just like him, while he was out working, you took care of the little girl and the house.

You knew it was hard for Santiago to change professions.

But for you and your little bundle of joy, he was ready to do anything.

He started a regular job at a company, and it was tiring him out fast, you could tell. He would come home and pretend that everything is amazing, but you knew better. You knew when he was tired. You could see it taking a toll on him even if he didn't want to say anything.

Which is exactly why you decided not to push him out of bed and go get the little girl yourself. You had to rub your eyes to wake a little.

"Sonia, love, I'd really appreciate it if you slept a little, Mommy and Daddy are really tired." but of course, a three-month-old baby didn't understand you. She just cried.

You picked her up, she wasn't hungry, but then you smelled the problem.

After changing her and making sure she was clean you cuddled her to your chest and sat down in the rocking chair that she had in her room. Her little fist clenched your shirt as she yawned and closed her eyes.

She was similar to her father. She not only looked like him.

While you'd never be able to go to sleep while someone is moving you around, they both loved to fall asleep. Santiago surprised you when he once fell asleep in Will's back garden on the swing.

You rocked back and forth, slowly petting her back and soon, she fell asleep. At that point, your mind changed to auto pilot and all you could think about was to go back to bed. You caught a glimpse of the clock and saw 3:37am written on it.

You put Sonia in her bed.

You wanted to groan but a small noise behind you woke you up completely and made your heart race.

You turned and saw Santiago standing there, rubbing his eyes.

"I woke up, go back." he said with a sleepy voice.

Your heart was racing, he scared you, but the fact that he just experienced a real-life lag made you impressed.

"Babe, that was an hour ago, she is all asleep now." you whispered once your heart finally calmed down a little. Santiago walked into the room and checked her on the bed, he slowly placed his finger on her cheek and when she didn't move, he looked at you.

"An hour?" his mind was too foggy, he could barely stand. "But today was my night."

"Yeah, well, you didn't move so I got her."

"You shouldn't have." he went over to you, and hugged you as he started to fall asleep, while standing.

"Let's get you to bed as well." you said, petting his hair before turning him around and helping him back to bed.

Much like your daughter, he held onto you for dear life as he laid in bed, holding you. As if you'd disappear if they let go of you. Like you were the center of their world and if they let go, they would fall into a dark void.

But you'd never disappear, you'd never leave them, you love them too much.

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Interrogation

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

You and Frankie are caught off guard at the safe house. An old partner is coming back to haunt Frankie.

This is very violent, I don’t know where it came from, but I had to write it. It’s not for everyone , please read the warnings before reading.

Please reblog and comment!!! I’m also open to suggestions for a part 2. The aftermath.

WARNINGS: Major Warnings!!! Please do not interact if any of this is a trigger to you: Graphic depiction of GRAPE. Violence, torture, verbal and psychological abuse, cursing, blood (loads of it) blood kink, knifes, guns and DEATH.

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The days spent with Frankie and Santi were good. You took care of each other. Frankie was always so sweet with you. You knew he was in love with you, but you wanted him to make the move , but he didn’t. Santi told you it was because he felt like he wasn’t good enough for you. Which was bullshit, you had similar past, both military , both going on questionable top secret missions, both killing more people than you would admit to. If he wasn’t good enough , you weren’t either.

That night , Santi was going out at a local bar with his new conquest. He wasn’t supposed to leave the safe house , but he couldn’t stay at one place for too long. You and Frankie fell asleep watching a movie. All night long you hoped he would get up and sit next to you. It was so absurd that he wouldn’t do it. You two were perfectly comfortable with each other, he only had to take the last step. He was only wearing boxer shorts and you were rocking one of Benny’s oversized t-shirt over your panties. It would be so easy to just straddle him and kiss him, but you wanted to be chased. So here you were, both dreaming of the other on your respective side of the couch. You were dreaming about him, swimming in your childhood pool. You were next to him, in your skimpiest bikini and that’s when you felt something grab your hair and pull you out of the water. But that part wasn’t in your dream.

You opened your eyes , you were face down on the floor with someone’s foot between your shoulder blades. Frankie was knocked out not far away from you. A guy all dressed in black brought one of the chair from the kitchen next to him. The man kicked his ribs.

- Catfish! Time to wake up.

He knows him, you thought.

Frankie opened his eyes and instantly tried to get up.

- Calm down my friend , you have two guns pointing at you, plus your little girlfriend is in a bad position too.

Frankie recognize the voice of the man who was pointing a gun at him.

- York? What the fuck ?

Dave York used to be his partner in some other missions he did before he met you and the guys. He couldn’t believe he was standing in front of him. He thought the guy was dead , he even went to his funerals.

- Yeah, I’m alive. What’s more undercover than a ghost, right? I’m here for you and for your partners. The Millers and Santiago. If you tell me where I can find them, I can let you live. Damn Cat, I can even give you a very profitable job if you agree to die like I did.

Frankie scuffed, disgusted by the offer.

- No way Dave, I’m not telling you where they are.

- Alright then, you know the drill. Sorry it has to go this way.

The man asked Frankie to sit on the chair, when he refused , he shot his left knee. Frankie let a small grunt escape his lips, not letting Dave see any weakness in him.

The other man grabbed you by your arm and lifted you from the ground. He was tall and strong. He locked the cuffs on your wrists in front of you instead of in your back. You then knew he had no idea who you were. He probably thought you were just Frankie’s girlfriend, good, you have an advantage. He told you to sit down on the couch pointing a gun at you.

Dave threaten to put a bullet in your knee too if Frankie did not cooperate. He looked at you before sitting on the chair. You both knew Pope was gonna be back soon enough, you just had to endure and survive Dave’s interrogation.

Dave taped Frankie to the chair. So much fucking duck tape. He knew his old partner was strong , he had to be sure he wouldn’t be able to move. He pushed the chair to the kitchen and the other guy shoved you on another chair , facing Frankie from only a few feet away. For the first part of the interrogation, he mostly threw punches at Frankie. He had a busted lip, a split eyebrow and swollen cheekbones , but Frankie was still laughing at his long lost friend attempt at making him talk. He was sore from all the punch to his stomach and chest, he felt weak from the blood loss, but he would never tell where his friends were, he was willing to die for them if he had to.

Dave was starting to get impatient, he was screaming and had his gun pointed at Frankie’s face, inches from his forehead. It felt like he was on the edge of giving up and just kill him out of frustration. In seconds, you made a decision, deep down you knew he wouldn’t shoot him, he needed him for information, but you couldn’t just sit there and hope that you were right. You got up quickly and charged him with all your might, trying to take the gun away from his hands, but you failed. He dropped the gun on the floor and it slid somewhere in the kitchen.

Dave was pissed , he grabbed you by the waist and threw you on the floor , you landed hard on your hands and knees. Immediately, you tried to find the lost weapon but it was dark and you couldn’t see it.

The second guy who was standing in the corner pointed his gun at you but Dave lifted his hand to signal him to stop.

You’re still frantically looking for the damn weapon when the air is knocked out of your lungs , you heard Frankie warn you, but you were so desperate that you didn’t listen to him. Dave’s foot cracked your ribs , you fell on your side crying in pain.

He pushed you over so you are now lying on your back. He grabbed the cuffs by the metal link and dragged you near the kitchen table. You tried to sit up, but he holds you by the throat and slams you back on the hardwood floor. Your head is spinning from the impact. You feel his weight on you, he is straddling you , your eyes are watering , he takes both your wrists in his hands, brings them to your throat and use the cuff’s chain to choke you. Pressing your own hands on each side of your face to suffocate you.

You buck your hips up in a desperate attempt to push him off but he is too heavy and you are too weak to fight harder.

The metal is digging into your skin , the links of the chain are twisting and biting into the skin of your neck , probably taking little chunk of skin as they move. The position is leaving less and less space for air to pass through your trachea to your lungs , you feel your mind spin and your vision blur. You could hear Frankie beg Dave to stop.

- Stop, stop, I’m gonna tell you where they are . Please don’t hurt her.

Dave takes some pressure off of you. You took many deep and distressed breaths, not really listening to what Dave was saying. Slowly, he is backing away from you, looking at Frankie with a wicked grin on his face .

- You’re gonna talk now Catfish? Your little girlfriend here is very brave , is she willing to suffer for you, to die for you, what do you think?

The second guy was getting closer to Frankie , closer to you, what is he doing? Dave still had your wrists in his hands , but now the space between the two of you was just enough so you could make a move. You used all the strength you had left to sit up and headbutt him on the nose as hard as you could . He wasn’t ready for that, you completely took him by surprise. He left his grip on you to hold his face in his hands. You bent down and grabbed the knife strapped on his right side , quickly stabbed him in his thigh then threw the knife at the other guy, full force. The knife flew straight into his left eye, the guy fell right behind the chair where Frankie was ducktapped.

Dave was still on top of you, cursing and screaming in pain and rage.

-You fucking cunt !

He was enraged. You tried to push him off again, but he was sitting with his full weight on your hips. He punched your jaw and took his belt off in one swift move, you panicked , he could see it in your eyes. He smirked at you and then turned to wink at Frankie. He used his belt to strapped you to the kitchen table leg . He looped it between your hands and then around the cuffs and the table leg. You were relieved when he got off of you. He got up , grunting from the pain you inflicted on him. You couldn’t help but smile.

- Okay Morales , she’s not just your girlfriend, she knows what she’s doing. She’s military too? My mistake, I thought she was just an hopeless little girl who I could use to make you talk.

- Fuck you Dave. We won’t tell you where they are.

Dave smiled then leaned over his partner’s body to retrieve the knife from his bludgeoned face.

- Oh yes you will Frankie.

Dave cleaned the blood from the knife on his pants, while looking at you with dark eyes.

-This hurt baby, why do you hate me so much? He said almost in a playful tone, pointing at the bloody hole in his thigh.

Dave grabbed the hem of his long sleeved shirt and took it off. Leaving him wearing only a white tank. He ripped one of the sleeve off to tie it around his leg to stop the bleeding.

Dave came closer to you , you tried to kick him , but he was in a position of power. He grabbed your right ankle and forced it back to the ground, he took the knife he just placed in his pocket , lifted his armed hand in the air , making sure your eyes were following his every move and stabbed you with all his strength at the same place you stabbed him earlier. You don’t think you ever screamed that loud. The pain was excruciating. On his knees next to you, he held the the knife there , putting as much pressure as he could :

-Talk you fucking bitch, where are they!?

You were on the edge of losing conscience, you couldn’t answer him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head but Dave slapped your face so you wouldn’t leave and concentrate on him again.

-Talk!!!

-Fuck you ! you mumbled at him defiantly.

He turned his head to look at Frankie who was spitting every curse words he knew in English and in Spanish.

- You don’t want me to wreck her other leg , don’t you Frankie boy?

Before he could even open his mouth you interrupted him:

- Don’t you fucking talk Francisco!

- Francisco? Ain’t that sweet.

Dave took the knife out of your leg and sat back on his heels. The blood from your wound starting to ooze rapidly around your limb. He took his ripped shirt and tear the remaining sleeve apart.

- You know , Francisco, I love it when there is a tough women in this type of hostage slash interrogation situation.

He held your leg and wrapped the piece of fabric around your thigh, tied it tight to slow the bleeding down.

- Most women would say that they would rather die , you know. They did research about it. I think this one would rather die , look at her.

You were breathing fast, your heart beating even faster. You didn’t know what to do , you couldn’t come up with a plan. You were lightheaded and tired. You looked at Frankie, tears in your eyes. He looked desperate too. He was fighting against this chair this whole time, but he couldn’t get free. Frankie could read your eyes like a book, you were ready to die , it was your time.

Dave stood straight on his knees and reached for the zipper of his pants and slid it down. He pushed your legs open , with his knees. Your eyes widened. The air got caught in your throat. That’s not where you thought it was going. He was supposed to kill you.

- No, no , don’t , please.

You could only whisper the words , the rest of your body was paralyzed. Being a women in your field , you knew it was always a possibility , but you always managed to prevent it to happen.

- So , baby, tell me , would you rather die?

- Hijo de puta, don’t you fucking touch her!

His hands were slowly sliding from your knees down your bare thighs to your hips. His left hand was dragging all the blood from your wound down your leg. Both hands on your hips he pulled you harshly towards him, making your arms stretched completely above your head , still cuffed at the table leg. He took the knife again.

- Pope is coming back soon, he’s in town. The brothers are in Colombia on a mission. Stop York! Please!

He slipped the knife under you panties from the side, you felt the sharp edge of it run through your pubic hair. He turn the blade towards him and cut the fabric easily. You closed your eyes , dissociating. Tears rippling down your cheeks. You couldn’t be present for this , you had to leave.

- It’s too late for that Catfish. Now you’re gonna watch me fuck her and slit her throat when I’m done.

Dave bent down over you, took his cock in his right hand and slid his tip between your folds. You were not ready for him. He wiped some blood from your thigh and used it as a lubricant, running his fingers up and town your pussy. He pushed two fingers inside you , you gasped , you felt like puking, you squeezed your eyes harder, as if you would be further away if you did. You felt his fingers leave you and then he was inside you. In your mind everything was dark, you couldn’t see , you couldn’t hear, you wish you couldn’t feel. Your head was buzzing, only a ringing sound filling your brain like when a bomb detonates too close to you.

With every rough thrust he pushed inside you, your body slid further and further on the bloody slippery floor until your head banged on the leg of the table. The edge of the wood furniture scraping the right side of your face and landing on your shoulder. Each following thrust pushed your shoulder harder against the table. Your hands were now able to move over your head , you ran them everywhere you could in the desperate hope to find something , anything , that could help you.

- Frankie! He said laughing. She’s so (thrust) fucking (thrust) tight(thrust).

The noice Dave was making made you sick, grunting and moaning. He grabbed your face , leaving his bloody handprint on you.

- Look at me baby.

You didn’t, still focused on finding your way out. He slapped your face hard . You opened your eyes for a brief moment , he was smiling. You shut them back , trying to go back to the dark empty space in your mind that made it a little less unbearable. He slapped you again, snapping his hips even harder into you with a loud grunt. He turned again to talk to Frankie:

- She’s stubborn, I like it.

That’s when you touched it. The feeling of cold metal on the back of your hand. You grabbed the weapon , the safety was already removed, you just had to aim. You twisted your body and your arms to have a better angle. Before he could realized what was going on under him, you shot him in the neck. His blood was spurting everywhere , mixing with your own on the kitchen floor. You felt his cock go soft inside you and he fell half unconscious to your right, between you and Frankie. You dragged the table closer to you with your arms and turned on your knees, you got half up and pushed the table up with your back so you could free yourself from it. Dave rolled on his back, holding his throat, it sounded like he was trying to say something but all you could hear was the gurgling sound of his blood coming up in his mouth.

You looked at him and you snapped , you took the knife he left on the ground , you straddle him and you stabbed him in the chest. You stabbed and stabbed and stabbed , screaming , guttural screams from deep down your core. You only stopped when you were too tired to continue, the ringing sound still filling you entirely. Your breathing slowed down and you could hear Frankie talk to you in a soft voice.

- Hey, y/n , look at me.

He was trying not to cry , but he couldn’t control it. What happened was horrific and he couldn’t stop his tears, he was shaking under the tape that was holding him. You looked at him, but not really, you looked through him, without any expression.

- Y/n , please, free me from this chair.

You reached for Dave’s pockets, found the keys to your restraints and freed yourself first. You took the slippery knife and got up, stepping barefoot in the pool of blood around you. You walked behind Frankie , stepping over the first men you killed that night and totally forgot about. You used the knife to cut all the layers of tape that were covering Frankie’s hands and arms. As soon as his hands were free he told you to give him the knife. He then proceeded to cut the tape around both his legs.

You were standing there, fixing the window , looking at the parking lot outside the safe house. Dave’s truck was there. Then Santiago’s truck stopped right behind it.

- I need to shower. That’s all you could think about.

Santi opened the door in panic. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hands in horror.

- What the fuck happened ?

You just turned around and went upstairs to take a shower. Frankie was still trying to get out of the chair. Santiago couldn’t believe the state of the kitchen. He was worried for you , but he didn’t know what to do. He looked at his friend, but he didn’t know either.

{Chapter 2}

#Frankie Morales x Reader #Dave York x Reader #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x reader #triple frontier imagines #triple frontier #frankie morales #dave york #pedro pascal #santiago garcia

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Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 2

Frankie “Catfish” Morales X Reader

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Post Date: January 5th, 2023

Post Time: 2:39 pm

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,208

Summary: When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work, he at first thinks nothing of it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying, scared daughter? 

PSA: Again I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I or Nat {Editor} did know or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

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Frankie’s Pov: 

I jump and stir awake as my head falls slightly forward, making me wake up. I rub my eyes tiredly before looking back up at my wife. She stays still in the bed and I rub my face with a sigh before moving forward to grab her hand. 

“Come on, mi vida {my life}. You gotta wake up,” I tell her as I continue to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes.

It’s been a few hours and it’s early into the morning now. The police did come by and I answered all the questions they asked me. As they had left, they told me they’d be back again to talk to y/n when she wakes.

The doctor has been in a time or two so he could run some tests as well as a few nurses here and there to check on her and cast her left arm. One nurse brought me food and gave me a sympathetic smile before leaving. Now it’s all just a waiting game on when she’ll wake up. 

I keep a hold of her hand and pull it up to my lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. I stay leaned over with her hand held up to my cheek as I watch her face. I stare at her for a few minutes, just hoping she’ll give me a sign that she’ll wake soon. Then the door opens and the doctor walks in. 

“Mr. Morales, I have an update,” the doctor tells me as he strides in with a clipboard. 

“So there’s no internal bleeding and everything seems to be fine. She should wake soon, her body just needed some rest after the ordeal she went through,” he explains as he looks down at his clipboard. 

“Oh, and I’m sure it’ll please you to know the baby is fine as well. She must have protected her stomach area somehow, seeing as there’s no evidence of her being hit there,” he explains and my eyes widen before I fully turn to him. 

“Wait a minute. Did you just say… baby?” I ask in clear shock and his face falls. 

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well, then, congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. She’s almost seven weeks in. So it’s possible she herself didn’t even know, but that wouldn’t track with her coverage of her stomach…” he continues to explain some more as I try to wrap my head around it. 

“Well, I’ll give you some time to process it, but first we’d like to do one more scan just to make 100% sure the baby is uninjured. Would you like us to do it now or when she’s awake?” he asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“I’d like to wait for her, if that’s possible?” I question and he nods. 

“It’s perfectly possible. When she does wake, just press the nurse's button and she’ll page me along with the officers from earlier,” he mentions as he motions to the button and I nod. 

“Ok. Well, I’ll leave you be for now…” he finishes off before walking out. 

Once he’s gone, I let the silence just wash over me before letting out a sigh as I sink down into my seat. It’s only a few minutes later that I jump when my phone goes off. Clicking it so it comes to life, I see that it's Pope calling and with one last sigh, I answer it. 

“Hey, Pope,” I answer with a sigh before rubbing at my tired eyes again. 

“Hey. How’s everything going?” he questions and I sigh again, shaking my head as I lean forward. 

“Well, they say she has no internal bleeding and all should be fine. She should hopefully wake soon,” I inform and decide to keep the baby news quiet until I can tell him with y/n as he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“That’s good to hear, man. How are you doing?” he inquires about me and I let out a huff. 

“Not so good, but I’ll be better when she wakes up,” I tell him and he lets out a hum. 

“That’s understandable, man. Will said that he was unable to clean up right now. Police have closed the house down for now. He told me to tell you he’ll clean it up as soon as he has access. The best they’d let him do is get a few essentials,” he informs me and I rub my eyes. 

“Ok. Uh, I guess I’ll have to get us a hotel when we get out of here then,” I reply with a sigh and again he tisks me. 

“No. No, hermano, don’t do that. You’ve got a place right here when she gets out if you need it,” he promises me and I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. 

“Gracias, hermano {thank you brother}, How’s Isey doing?” I ask about my daughter as I scratch at my cheek, trying to change the subject. 

“Well, Yovanna just got her to sleep about an hour ago. She didn’t want to sleep until you called her with news on Sweet Pea, but her tired little self just passed out from exhaustion,” he explains and I sigh, shaking my head again.

“Lo siento {I’m sorry}. I’ll come get her as soon as I can. We just have to get y/n to wake up first,” I promise and he gives me a tsk sound. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said, we’re familia {family} and we take care of each other. Plus, I’m sure when your pequeño gremlin {little gremlin} does wake up, she’ll enjoy playing with her primas and primos {cousins}. Take all the time you need, Fish. Get Sweet Pea up and around again,” he almost demands and I could almost cry with all the support he gives. 

“Gracias {thank you}, Pope. Will do,” I promise through a choked tone even when I try my hardest not to let my emotions get the best of me. 

“Anytime, Fish. Call us when you’re on your way home, yeah?” he asks and I nod as I rub at my eyes, trying to will the tears to go away. 

“Definitely. Gracias de nuevo {thanks again} Pope,” I give my thanks for the millionth time and I can only imagine him waving me off. 

“Like I said, familia {family}, so anytime, Fish,” he reiterates and I nod again. 

“Knock, knock. I’ve got breakfast…” The nurse, who’d said her name was Eve earlier, calls out as she comes in with food trays. 

“Hey. I gotta go. Nurse just brought food,” I quickly inform and he gives a small ‘hmm’. 

“Yeah. No hay problema {no problem}. At least someone is there making you eat,” Pope jokes and I give him a small chortle, much to my chagrin. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Adiós, hermano {bye brother},” I rush out before hanging up on him. 

I quickly get up and help Eve with one of the trays. She gives me a small smile of thanks before opening one. 

“You can have this one. I brought the other in case mama wakes up and is hungry. She is eating for two now,” Eve tells me as she puts the other tray into the mini microwave. 

“Oh believe me, I know… this would be my third,” I jokingly inform as I set the tray on the table on wheels before I sit back down. The nurse turns and raises an eyebrow at me. 

“This is yours and your wife’s third? First of all, good luck with three. Two, congratulations! I bet the other two are little angels,” she chirps and I chuckle as I scratch at my cheek again. 

“Thanks. Actually, my first child wasn’t with her. I had Camila with my first wife, then a few years after the divorce we got married and we had Eloise,” I explain and she nods as I lean back and cross my arms over my stomach. 

“Your assumption is only 80% true. Both Eloise and Camila can be little monsters when they want to be. Lord help when they get together after a long time not seeing each other,” I inform her with a chuckle and a shake of my head in indignation as she smiles. 

“Ahh, so this is only your guys' second?” she questions and I nod with a light smile, taking over. 

“Although she’d say Cam was her first baby any day, even without sharing blood,” I tell her and her smile turns into a grin. 

“She sounds like a wonderful mother. I’m sure she’ll be the same with this baby,” she comments and I hum in agreement. 

“Oh, I have no doubt about it,” I agree with her as I look back at y/n for a moment. 

“How old are your other two? If you don’t mind me asking,” she asks and I smile, shaking my head. 

“No. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Eloise is now six, just turned six a few weeks ago, so that makes Camila about eight, almost nine now,” I explain and her eyes widen, making me laugh. 

“Wow, they’re older then I thought they’d be,” she admits and again I laugh. 

“Yeah, Cam was only about five months old when me and her mom got divorced,” I continue to explain and she gives an ‘ahh’ in return. 

“How old was she when you got remarried?” she asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“Probably just about turning 2,” I inform and she nods. 

“Well, good luck again. She’ll be a teenager soon…” she playfully jokes with me and I roll my eyes. 

“Don’t remind me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that quite yet,” I groan out, rubbing my face and she laughs. 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. The main thing you’ll probably worry about is the boys…” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“Well at least I won’t be alone in talking the boys out. I’m sure her Tios {uncles} will help me. All the boys absolutely adore both Cam and Isey,” I joke and she laughs while grinning. 

“Well, she sounds like she’s got an army backing her up. How many uncles?” she asks and I chuckle again while shaking my head. 

“Oh, that she does. They have three uncles who were all special forces, including her and me,” I explain as I point to y/n, then myself. 

“Wow. Definitely got a good backup there. The teenage boys should be scared,” she jokes and I chuckle, nodding. 

“Most definitely. If it was me, I know I’d be scared,” I joke back and she laughs. 

“Anyway, this should keep the food somewhat warm until she wakes up. If it’s too cold, just let me know and I’ll bring something else. The doctor says it shouldn’t be too long now, so it shouldn’t be too bad,” she explains as she walks over and checks all of y/n’s vitals. 

“Doctor’s right, her vitals are looking up. Getting so much stronger,” she informs as she writes it on the chart. 

“Ok. That should be all. Just press the button if you need me, ok? I’ll come back for your tray when you're done eating,” she says as she motions to the button by the bed and I nod at her. 

When she leaves, it's silent again. I slowly pull the rolling table closer before pulling the top of the tray off and sigh when I see the hospital food. I pull out the fork from its plastic wrap and take a few bites before just shoving it to the side. 

The food now just sits on the side table as I sit back and rub a hand over my face. The heart monitor continues to beep and with every beep, a little more weight falls off my shoulders knowing my wife is still here with me. I sigh as I watch her face for any hope of her waking and before I know it, my head is tilting to the side. 

I fight the urge to sleep for a little while before succumbing to it and falling asleep. It’s not till a while later that I’m woken up by some voices. 

“He’ll be so happy you're awake,” I hear Eve's voice inform. 

“Shh, we’ll wake him,” y/n giggles out quietly and my eyes jump open. 

“Dang it! That’s just what we did…” y/n mutters as I look at her. 

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you. She just wanted her food, but you were out cold so she called me, wanting you to sleep a little more,” Eve explains with a shrug as she puts the food on the table in front of y/n. 

“No. No. It’s ok. You should have woken me anyway,” I mumble out as I sit up. 

“Baby, your back must be killing you,” y/n sympathizes with a frown and I smile softly at her. 

“I could care less about my back, mi amor {my love},” I promise, shaking my head before moving over to grab her hand. 

“I’m just glad you're awake,” I inform as I lay a kiss on her hand. 

“Well, aren't you two just adorable? I’ll give you some space. Doc should be in soon,” Eve coos with a light smile and I nod at her before she fully leaves. 

It’s quiet for a moment as I lean over to the bed with her hand in mine. I bring it to my lips and leave a kiss on it. I then pull it up to my cheek and just hold it there with my eyes closed.

“Frankie. Honey, is Eloise ok?” she breaks the silence and I nod with my eyes still closed. 

“She's fine, mi corazón {my heart}. Perfectly ok. I got her out of there,” I promise her still with my eyes closed, afraid this is a dream. 

“Frankie, baby. You can look at me,” she softly whispers as she caresses my cheek. 

“I’m scared it’s a dream, baby,” I tell her and she lets out a small giggle. 

“I promise you it’s not a dream. I'm right here, alive and well,” she promises and I sigh before opening my eyes once again. 

“See, I’m right here,” she coos as she puts her other hand on my cheek and uses both to gently pull my face so I’m looking into her eyes. 

“When Eloise called me… I… I…” I stumble over my words and y/n is quick to calm me. 

“Shhh. Baby, it’s over,” she gently hushes as she rubs my cheek softly with her thumb. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. I shouldn’t have taken that extra shift at the shop,” I choke out as I shake my head and tears start to fall. 

“Hey. No. This isn’t on you. Not one bit, okay? Please, Frankie, don’t blame yourself,” she practically begs me, pleading with her eyes. 

“Come here, babe,” she tells me as she takes her hands away from my face and pats the bed. 

I slowly get up and she moves over a bit as I sit down. I put my arm around her and she leans into me with a sigh as she cuddles into my side. I kiss her forehead as we settle into a comfortable silence as we hold one another. 

“Knock, knock,” the doctor speaks as the door opens and he comes in. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” he jokes as he looks at us while Eve rolls in some equipment and gives us a small smile before leaving again. 

“I’m Doctor Faylor. I’m glad to see you’re awake. I’m just going to take a look over the bruising on your neck and then we can look at the baby, ok?” he introduces himself to y/n before asking, making both me and Y/n nod before I start to get up. 

“Wait… you know?” Y/n asks me with her eyes wide. 

“Yes, querida {dear}. I know,” I tell her as I sit back down in the chair. 

“I told him. I thought he had known, but he didn’t. We weren’t sure if you even knew. Although I am sure you did since the wounds on your arms suggest you had covered your stomach,” Doctor Faylor explains as he puts his gloves on. 

“Yeah… I knew… I was going to tell you after dinner tonight-” she starts to explain and I shake my head. 

“Last night,” I correct with a light chuckle when she pauses and rolls her eyes at me. 

“I thought after I told you we could have decided when to tell Eloise and others together…” she timidly continues to explain and I give her a smile, nodding as she reaches out to me. 

“Ok. Let’s have you sit up,” Doctor Faylor gently commands her and she nods before letting go of my hand to use both of her hands to push herself into a sitting position. 

She then swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits sideways. Doctor Faylor then uses his stethoscope to check her heart and lungs. He nods, pleased as he pulls the earpieces down and places it back around his neck. 

“Ok. Mrs. Morales, I’m going to touch the bruises on your neck and I want you to tell me how much the pain level is from one to ten, ok?” he asks her and she nods timidly. 

I reach my hand out and grab onto hers again, rubbing my thumb over the back of hers. She gives me a small thankful smile before Doctor Faylor is pressing lightly on her neck. He presses into it for a few more minutes and she flinches one or two times as she mutters out a light five. 

“Well, you're talking and you only really flinched twice as well as telling me pain is only at a five. So I think you're better off than we originally thought,” Doctor Faylor explains as he pulls away from her. 

“The bruises should go away sometime soon, so other than that I guess now we should check on baby, yeah?” he asks as he takes his gloves off before washing his hands. 

He rolls the machine Eve brought in over next to the bed. He then rolls his stool over and takes a seat on it. 

“Yes, please,” y/n replies with a grin as she slowly lifts her shirt as she leans back onto her bed again. 

“Warning, this’ll be a little cold,” he warns her and she shrugs. 

“I know. I’ve done this before,” she jokes with a giggle, making me shake my head in disbelief before standing up. 

I walk around to the other side of her bed and she scoots over just a bit as I sit down next to her. She smiles up at me as she holds her non-casted hand out and I can’t help but to smile as I grab onto it. She lays our joined hands just under her breast bone before turning back to the doctor as he finishes setting the machine up. 

He then picks up the gel and squirts it onto her stomach. She flinches just the slightest, squeezing my hand as she giggles. 

“It’s almost hard to believe I was in special forces, huh hon?” she asks me and I give her a confused look. 

“And why is that, Cariño {sweetie}?” I ask her and she giggles again. 

“Well for one, I didn’t fight back with Hector and two, I’m all giddy and happy,” she explains and I shake my head, letting out a chuckle. 

“Cariño, me encanta {Sweetheart I love}, I promise you this is how you’ve always been. Even when you joined the group way back when. Why do ya think your nickname is sweet pea?” I joke with her, making her roll her eyes as a nurse walks in and over to the doctor. 

“Frankie, honey. I’m sure I seemed more serious at one point or another,” she tells me and I playfully roll my eyes, making her scoff as she hits my chest. 

“Oh, of course you did, mi amor {my love}. What was I thinking?” I playfully roll my eyes, making the doctor chuckle as the nurse and him look at us. 

“I know right?” she jokes and I roll my eyes at her. 

“But really, querida {dear}. You’ve been out for almost nine years now. You're bound to forget about some of our old ways. I know I have… I don’t think I’d be able to do it now that I’ve been out so long,” I inform her and she nods, pursing her lips. 

“I suppose you may be right…” she agrees, trailing off. 

“May be? Honey, I’m always right,” I joke and she giggles. 

“Oh, of course…” she playfully agrees and I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief.  

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I just had to give the doctor some information. Carry on. Congratulations on the baby,” the nurse tells us before she scurries out of the room. 

“Ok… let’s see here,” Doctor Faylor speaks aloud as goes back to looking before turning the screen to us. 

“All looks very well. This right here is the little bean. It’s still a little too early to know much, but baby and mama look very healthy so far,” he explains as he points out the baby:

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” Doctor Faylor asks and y/n’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. 

“Wait, you can do that this early on?” Y/n asks in shock and Doctor Faylor nods while humming. 

“Yes, we can,” he replies with a smile and y/n nods quickly. 

“Then can we, please?” she asks and he nods at her. 

“Of course. Let me just find it,” he promises as he moves the doppler around. 

“Frankie, we're having another baby…” y/n turns to me with a big smile and for a moment I can’t help but to just forget about the circumstances of why we’re actually in this hospital. 

“That we are, estimado {my dear} and I couldn’t be happier about it. Although this time, it better be a boy,” I joke with her as I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she giggles. 

“I can’t promise you that, honey,” she jokes back and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Ayyy. Dios, ayúdame si conseguimos otra chica… {lord help me if we get another girl…}. That’s when I’ll believe in the curse you were telling me about…” I promise her and she giggles some more. 

“Curse?” Doctor Faylor asks with a raised eyebrow as he starts to take pictures for us. 

“Sí. She was telling me that her family is cursed to only basically have girls. I told her we’d break it cause I’m not getting stuck with all girls,” I joke with a smirk as she slaps my arm. 

“Either way, you’d love it. You love being a father of daughters. Admit it. I know you do,” she tells me and I playfully shrug. 

“Maybe I do…” I coyly agree with her and she giggles, shaking her head before looking back at the screen. 

“Ok. I’ve found it. Here’s your baby’s heartbeat,” Doctor Faylor announces as he turns a dial on the side. 

It goes quiet for a moment before we hear a small thump sound and a smile takes over my face. I involuntarily let out a sniffle and y/n looks at me. 

“Awe, honey. You're crying,” she comments as she lets go of my hand to wipe at my face. 

“I just can’t help it. That’s our child, mi amore {my love},” I say through my tears and she smiles even more. 

“Honey, I know. It’s quite an amazing thing, isn’t it,” she tells me and I nod vigorously, making her laugh. 

“Ok. Baby’s heart beats seem to be staying at an even 156,” Doctor Faylor tells us and I shake my head. 

“Is that a good thing? They didn’t tell us that the last two times,” I ask and he nods while chuckling. 

“Yes. It’s very good. Perfect actually. A good healthy range is between 140 and 170, so your little peanut is right in the middle range. She sounds healthy and strong,” the Doctor explains and y/n turns, grinning at me. 

“Frankie…” y/n says in a tearful tone and I chuckle before hugging her. 

“I know, mi vida {my life}, I know,” I softly tell her and she sniffles into my chest. 

“Ok. Well everything looks ok with mama and baby. I took some photos and I wrote down measurements. They'll be in your file ready to go home with you when you sign out,” Doctor Faylor explains as he turns the machine off and hands y/n a towel. 

“Ok. Thank you so much, Doctor,” I agree with a light smile as y/n wipes her stomach off. 

“Now. I hate to ruin the happy happy moment…” the doctor speaks again, making me frown and shake my head. 

“You didn’t ruin anything at all,” y/n speaks up before I can as she smiles at him. 

“You actually made this so nice,” she continues and he chuckles before shaking his head. 

“No. I know. I’m glad I could make your day a little better, but uhh, the police are here for your statement,” the doctor hesitantly tells us and my smile falls as silence takes over. 

“They're out front. I told the nurse not to let them in until you're ready for them,” Doctor Faylor quickly explains and y/n nods lightly. 

“Ok. Go ahead and send them in,” she tells him as she straightens up just a bit as she squeezes my hand. 

“Ok. I’ll bring them right in. Just a moment,” Doctor Faylor tells us with a final nod before he walks out. 

I squeeze her hand back before standing up from the bed. I let go of her hand just to walk around back to my chair, before grabbing back onto it. It’s quiet now as we wait and y/n sighs. 

“Hey. You’ll be ok. I’ll be here the whole time,” I promise her and she nods just as the door opens. 

“Hi, Mrs. Morales, I’m Athena. I’m here to take your statement,” the officer introduces herself as she walks in and comes to a stop next to me. 

The officer then stays for maybe twenty to thirty minutes talking with y/n. She tells them what happened and I stay silent as she explains. As she recounts everything, I rub my thumb over the back of her hand, trying to keep her calm as well as myself. 

Hearing all that happened makes my blood boil and I have to restrain myself from rushing out of the hospital to hunt Hector down. I’d use my past training as best as I possibly could to take him on for trying to lay a hand on my family. I’m quickly broken out of my thoughts when the officer hums as she puts her pen away. 

She tells us she has all she needs and that she promises to put him away for good before leaving. Once the door closes behind her, y/n sighs and it gets silent again. I let it stay quiet so y/n can work though her thoughts before anything else happens. 

“Frankie… can we go home soon?” she soon whispers out her question and my heart hurts for her. 

“Por supuesto {of course}, mi amor. I’ll go talk with the nurses and hopefully get you signed out,” I tell her and she nods before sinking down into the bed. 

I shake my head lightly before walking out of the room. Once the door closes behind me, I let out a puff of air before heading to the nurses station down the hall. 

“Hi, sir. How can I help you?” the nurse sitting at the desk asks as she looks up at me. 

“Umm, I was wondering if I could get the paperwork to sign my wife out?” I ask and she nods before quickly getting up. 

“Of course, sir. One moment and I’ll have them ready for you. Would you like me to bring them to her room or are you wanting to wait here?” she asks me as she looks through a filing cabinet. 

“Um, here if I could. She just needs a moment to herself, I think,” I inform her and she nods before walking back over to me. 

She puts the papers in front of me before she grabs a stack of arrow sticky notes. She goes through and puts one next to every spot I need to sign before putting the sticky notes down. She hands a pen to me before taking a seat back at her computer. 

I take it and make quick work of signing it all. When I’m done, I close the pen and pick up the paperwork. 

“Here you go,” I tell the nurse as I hand it to her. 

“Whoa, you’re quick,” she chuckles out as she stands back up. 

“Yeah, well, my wife is ready to leave. I don’t want to make her stay longer than she has to,” I inform her and she smiles softly in understanding as she takes the papers. 

“Ok. All looks good. You're good to head out whenever you’re ready to go now,” she tells me as she takes a quick look over it all. 

“Ok. Thank you,” I respond before pushing myself off the counter and starting to walk back to her room. 

I walk back, but take a moment to take a deep breath before opening the door. Once I feel a little more calm, I open the door and walk back in. 

“Hey. We’re good to go whenever you want to, mi amor {my heart},” I tell her and she nods with a light smile. 

“Thank goodness. I’m ready to be home with my baby,” she groans out and I shake my head, chuckling. 

“Actually, miel {honey}, unfortunately we can not go home,” I break it to her and she looks at me confused. 

“Why not?” she asks and I sigh. 

“The police don’t want us back. They’ve closed it off as a crime scene. So I have plans for us to stay with Pope,” I inform her and she sighs before nodding. 

“Ok. Let’s go there then, I guess,” she agrees and I nod. 

“Ok. Let’s go then, if you’re ready?” I agree before questioning her and she nods. 

“Do I have clothes to change into?” she asks and I shake my head. 

“No. Sorry. I can have one of the boys bring you some. They have to pick us up anyway and I believe Will said he got some of our stuff from the house,” I tell her and she sighs before just agreeing with a nod. 

“I guess that’ll work. All I know is I just want a normal bed,” she groans and I nod. 

“Of course, baby, that makes total sense. I’ll go call Pope right now,” I inform her and she nods before sinking down on her bed while closing her eyes. 

To Be Continued…

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pedro boys + at the pool

pedro boys included: oberyn, javi p, frankie, max, pero, jack, javi g

word count: 789

summary: just modern au thoughts on how some of the boys would act at the pool

a/n: this is not what i thought i’d be writing rn tbh but at least it’s something. there should be more content besides this posted by the end of the week

oberyn — this cheeky bastard can hold his breath for longer than humanly normal & uses this ability to dive under & scare you from behind. is also one of the best at packing snacks and typically has a frozen cocktail or wine within reach at all times, probably munching on a handful of berries (either blackberries or green grapes usually). will be the last one in the pool long after most think it’s too cold or too late. makes the BEST pool day playlist you’ve ever heard & it keeps the vibes high the whole time. any party hosted by oberyn is guaranteed to be an absolute rager & that sentiment never disappoints.

javi p — doesn’t take his shades off for anything. usually relaxing in a donut floatie with a beer (water if you fuss at him enough) in hand, but can be convinced to get in more if the water feels nice. enjoys sunbathing like a lizard & never needs sunscreen; he just tans and looks like a god afterward. just for the sake of laughter, he will push you into the water and laugh when you sputter indignantly at him. you quickly forgive him once you see his smile, knowing that those used to be much harder to bring to the surface.

frankie — he’s also a floatie guy & will be much more relaxed with his little girl sitting on it with him. otherwise he’s sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water, hyper vigilant in case she needs him. she won’t need him, simply because frankie put her in swim classes as soon as she was old enough to learn & might as well be a fish. he brings extra towels, sunscreen, drinks, popsicles, snacks, and even another pair of sandals. the delta guys laugh at his overpacking… until that uncrustable starts calling their name (cough cough BENNY cough). does enjoy a good chicken fight once he’s got a beer in him. it’s either him & benny against will & santi, or any combination of them against baby girl morales (the defeats here are extra dramatic and it makes her laugh every time).

max — he won’t swim in a public pool. period. he will refuse & fight the idea until hell freezes over. instead, he will either charm someone into letting you both use their pool, or will have a private indoor pool built exclusively for your shared use. this also eliminates the need for sunscreen or worrying about privacy. gets a hot tub built in too & it’s hard to convince him to get out of it most times. will paint the bottom of the pool black and it’s such a trip the first several times you swim in it.

pero — it takes a lot to convince him to actually swim, the spaniard much more content to lounge in the sunshine. one run-in with a sea urchin on the valencia coast made him reasonably apprehensive of swimming in large bodies of water. to him, other people’s unattended children can pose the same level of danger & annoyance as various sea creatures. will swim when it’s almost empty of people, enjoying the solitude that comes with calmer waters. he floats on his back just relaxing, but the moment you dunk him, it’s game on and he fights dirty.

jack — him at the pool can be summarized in one word: showoff. he is proud that he can still flip off the edge & will gladly brag about this feat. if there’s a diving board, even better. he is a champion at playing chicken and every non-newbie statesman agent learned the hard way at a summer retirement party for agent lager. was not allowed to be in charge of the playlist after that party because it did not go well (he played “what’s new pussycat” by tom jones on repeat for 20 minutes because of an inside joke). when he’s finally ready to relax, he chills on a massive floatie with a drink in both cup holders and a straw cowboy hat on his head (think kenny chesney vibes).

javi g — he hosts the BEST pool parties hands down. everyone in attendance is always kind because javi prioritizes everyone feeling safe while having fun & security takes their job very seriously when it comes to not tolerating bullshit. plenty of snacks and drinks (alcoholic & otherwise) are provided for everyone, and the music is the perfect mix of hype and chill to keep the vibes just right. there are fairy lights and torches scattered around, and a cabana exclusively for when you and javi sneak away from the hubbub to find some privacy. when a few stragglers wake up on his floor the morning after, he provides them with breakfast & money for a ride home like a gentleman.

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Anytime of Day (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: This is straight filth. There’s no plot here. One thing, and one thing only. It’s been a while since I’ve written something along these lines. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, let me know!!! <3 bisous! Word Count: 2.0k

Playlist: Fuck Around - Tink

Warnings: Sex, all of it. Unprotected (established relationship kinda sex / please practice safe sex y’all), PIV, biting, fingering, teasing. 

Disclaimer: ✨ If you are under 21, please do not interact.✨

“Boy, you my peace when I'm wildin' Hit this blunt and high as a pilot You’re the light to my fire ('Cause you keep it so real) And I truly admire (How you make me feel)” Fuck Around - Tink

She had no idea how much time had passed since they walked through the front door but in what felt like no time at all, they were standing in the bedroom. Clothes were strewn about without any rhyme or reason. Her breath was coming in quiet puffs, and she stared up at him. His hair was mussed, and his pupils were black as he stared down at her.

He advanced on her, his body lining hers and causing her head to tilt back farther to keep his eyes locked with hers. One of his arms wrapped around her back, his hand gripped around the back of her neck to keep her steady in place. His other arm slipped up her sternum, pressing between both her breasts until his hand splayed around the base of her neck. His hand contracted, a firm hold on her. His fingers trickled farther up the column of her neck until he was cupping her chin, rendering her unable to shift or move even the slightest bit.

She exhaled at the thrill of his calculated movements, fighting the urge to let her eyes roll back in pleasure. He kept his eyes trained on hers. The heat and passion in his expression telling her everything she needed to know. He was right here with her, both of them fully in the moment.

Her soft spoken and polite Frankie, finally letting it all out. It took them a while to get here, but with a lot of encouragement, trust, and understanding she eventually coaxed the dominant Frankie to the surface. The one who made his desires known. The one who studied every inch of her body to find out what made her squirm. The one who worshipped her while simultaneously fucking her into the mattress. Or through the wall. Or over the side of the kitchen island. Or on the bathroom counter. 

His grip loosened on her momentarily, as he spun her around, then trapping her back in his embrace. His arms snaked around her neck and stomach, squeezing her tight, pressing his bare chest against her back. She sighed, welcoming all his strength being used on her. He dragged her legs open with his knee and tilted her hips back, so she perched on his thigh. Placing her perfectly so that she gasped at the friction of his muscles teasing the edge of her sex. She arched her back, poking her ass back further, ensuring that she had the perfect angle. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that she’d be sore tomorrow from stretch of her body but at this moment in time, she didn’t care in the least. It all felt too good.

His lips ran along her shoulder blade, his tongue slipping out without rhyme or reason, keeping her nerves on edge as she tried to anticipate his next move. His hands dropped down to her hips, clutching at them, his knuckles whitening with his grip. She moaned at his hands on her, imagining the fingerprints he’d leave behind. A private reminder for her to remember how his hands felt on her body. How well he handled her. He pulled her back, pushing her hips into a slow roll, grinding her against his leg. She gasped as the sensation lit up all her nerve endings and without any more prompting, she was moving in her own rhythm against his thigh.

His hands smoothed back up her sides, in search of hers and when finding them, he laced their fingers together before wrapping their entwined arms tight against her body. He kneaded his hands over hers, making her mimic his every touch. He stepped forward, leading her towards the wall. He pushed her up against it, using one hand to turn her head so that her cheek was pressed flat against it. She let out a huff of breath as he dragged her left arm far above her head. The palm of his hand covering hers to keep it in place.

He clamped his free hand around her hip enjoying the feeling of her movements as she ground down on his thigh. Her breathing picked up and she could feel his heated pants on the back of her neck. She peeked out of the corner of her eye, over her shoulder, to find his head bowed, watching with hooded eyes while her ass slipped up and down his leg. She watched his jaw tick as he clenched his teeth and she threw back harder, arching her back into a deeper angle.

He grunted as she ground against him, her whimpers coming out breathy. Without warning, he abruptly backed away, causing her to stumble and whine. He gripped her waist to steady her, and she pouted over her shoulder at him. His pupils dilated and he dove forward, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, pouring all his restless energy into it. 

She nipped his lower lip and he growled in pleasure. He slowed his kiss down, open mouth kissing her then switching to drift down the side of her neck. He felt her heartbeat pound at her pulse point, and he reached between her legs, dipping his fingers into her sex to judge your readiness. Pleased to find her more than ready, and willing for him.

She bit her lip as he slipped two digits into her entrance. He groaned and dropped his forehead to her shoulder. She preened at his attentions, poking her backside into his lap, slotting herself against him perfectly. Sliding his fingers out of her, he slipped his hand between their bodies to grab himself. He moved back, pushing her down the wall and tilting her hips back for better access. With practiced ease, he slipped into her from behind with a deep groan before leaning heavily against her, crushing her entire body beneath his against the wall. She exhaled on a whine, reveling in his presence overwhelming her while he simultaneously filled her.

She pushed up onto her tip toes, begging for more friction. He chuckled darkly, his nose pressed into her cheek but took the hint and began a tortuously slow roll into her. Taking his time, pulling all the way out only to snap back in. A steady rock in and out. Their moans mingling in the air between them. Their bodies melding into one as he continued his painstakingly slow pace.

Her moans began to rise in volume as he hit her time after time at that a perfect angle. Her responses pulling him to push in deeper, his thrusts coming in deliberate, steadily paced snaps. He grabbed her free arm, pulling her hand to knead her breast. He let his hand rest on top of hers, experiencing the ministrations through her motions.

“Frankie,” She groaned, “Harder. Please.” 

He responded in a string of unintelligible Spanish and the roll of his tongue whispered along her skin. Her eyes rolled back, and she started grinding harder back into him. He growled, his hands constricting around hers. 

“You want it harder?” His voice sounded next to her ear, deepened by his arousal.

She nodded her head, “Mhmm, yes, please.” 

He continued to thrust into her at his maddeningly slow pace a few more times, teasing her, until switching up. His hand dropped away from her breast to fall into the joint of her hip, digging deep into her, causing her to throw back at the deeper angle. He anchored his knee against the wall, lifting it higher carrying her up the wall while holding her ass back, her tiptoes barely scraping the floor as he lifted her.

He snapped his hips up into her at a brutal pace and she keened loudly enough for every neighbour to hear. He kept up his momentum as she met his thrusts with her own. His cock hitter deeper every time. Her body bounced against him, sweat beginning to drip from her hairline and in the dip between her shoulders. She felt the sheen starting to cover Frankie’s forearm. 

She jerked with one of his thrusts, the sensation tightening and burning her inside out. Her breaking point oncoming but as soon as Frankie felt the incoming orgasm, he slowed back down to a near dead pace. 

“Franciso,” She demanded on a moan, slapping the wall in protest.

She pouted, her shoulders dropping and knew that he could read it in her body language. He stopped, holding them both completely still. She tried to wiggle but he held her down.  She heard his breathless chuckle and then he leaned in closer to her. His lips brushed along the top of her shoulders. His breath ghosting along her skin as he spoke.

“What do you need, baby?” He asked sweetly, as if he hadn’t been teasing her, “Tell me what you want.”

She clenched her teeth and hissed, “Make me cum.” 

She felt his grin imprinted into her neck as he pressed his mouth there, before sucking lightly. His teeth grazed the column of her neck, biting down as he snapped his hips, driving himself into her. She bucked at the double sensation, a muted scream escaping her throat. Her body sang with momentum, the coil in her lower body building again, reaching its breaking point.

Reading her body’s reactions, he grabbed her hand and guided it down between her legs to the sensitive nub there. Guiding her fingers, he used them to circle her clit, before switching the direction, moving from left to right in long sweeps. The mounting pressure ready to blow. He continued to drive into at the rough pace and before either knew it, she was screaming her lungs hoarse as her orgasm finally hit home. 

His movements stuttered at the force of her orgasm and lucky for him, he was following right behind her with a few more pumps, spilling everything into her. Guttural grunts slipping from behind his lips as he bucked against her. Utterly spent, he fell forward, crushing her into the wall, while his arms took hers and hugged her against him. She pressed her forehead to the wall and felt as he did the exact same directly over her shoulder.

Their breaths came in heavy pants while they slowly came down from their combined highs. His arms constricting around her, holding her so close that she wasn’t sure where his body started or where hers began. They stayed pressed against the wall together for a long time, breathing each other in. She let her eyes flutter shut, content to stay in his embrace for several lifetimes.

Moments later, he shifted, leaning back to press tender kisses to her shoulder. Whispered praise ghosting over her skin as he kissed in a line towards her neck. She shivered with pleasure at his words and caress. With care, he backed away spinning her to face him and then pulled her forward to capture her mouth in an affectionate kiss. Their sighs echoing each other at the embrace. He led her back to the bed, settling her down next to him.

He smoothed her hair back, his eyes hooded with that post coital haze. They laid there together; limbs tangled together with the promise of cleaning up to come in the next little while. Right now, they just wanted to lay together and savour the high between them. She turned to face him, smiling and pressed several light kisses to his mouth. He chuckled between each one but welcomed them with equal enthusiasm. With one last kiss, she leaned back against his chest, closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. No one in the world could make her come like Francisco Morales could. She was going to keep him until the end of time.

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maybe the night would take me home II Frankie Morales

Part 1 : "Divorce And The American South"  & "The Thunderbird Inn"

a Frankie Morales Story inspired by the album  "We Don't Have Each Other" by  Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties.

A/N : This imagine series will deal with sensitive topics please see my tags for TW. Please proceed with caution. Also there’s mention of smoking and alcohol. English is not my native language, go easy on me please. Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated

There's a hole in the wall and a square where the wallpaper is a lighter shade of beige than the rest. There probably used to be a painting or a mirror. The ceiling fan is missing one of its blades and there's a huge rip in the ugly brown curtain that's blocking the street lights from flooding the room.

He can just about make out the glow coming from the street light in front of his window. There used to be more color permeating the thin curtains and throwing kaleidoscope patterns into his motel room but people have started to take down their Christmas lights leaving him with just the ugly yellow of the street lamp.

The motel room is dull and gray and hopeless and broken and ugly and Frankie thinks it's fitting because that's exactly how he feels and really, he doesn’t mind it all that much.

The clerk at the front desk, he wants to say his name is Steve, is nice, and always pours him a cup of coffee whenever he finds Frankie sitting in the tiny lobby area of the Motel where the vending machines are. The coffee isn’t good but it’s warm and that’s enough these days.

“Long night?” he asks and every time Frankie nods and says “Sure has been.” Steve then grants him one of those smiles that lets you know the person is looking straight through your lie but they’re way too nice to call you out on your bullshit. 

“Well, tomorrow’s a new day. Hope that one is better,” he replies, every time.

Frankie nods again knowing full well it won’t be.

He’s given Frankie a break on the rent this week. 

“Look don’t you worry about it. Just make sure you pay me back with next week’s rent. I know you’re good for it.” 

“I probably am.” 

Steve was laughing then. He probably won’t laugh when he hears that Frankie’s coming up short again this week.

Back in his tiny motel room, his clammy hands grab the room's phone tightly. It will probably cost him a fortune to use it — again — though after throwing it against a solid brick wall, his cell phone is but a piece of junk left somewhere by the side of the truck stop. 

He doesn't really need it anyway. Too many pictures and memories and shit he doesn't want to think about because he can’t get it back.  

He takes another sip from the bottle. He thinks it's whiskey but he might be wrong. It all tastes the same these days.

Calling her won’t do any good and he knows but he can't help himself. It's like an itch that he just has to scratch. It's like a desperate need that he has to satisfy. It's like an addiction he has to feed.

It's 2 in the morning and she's most likely asleep and Frankie hates himself for waking her up. She's lost enough sleep as it is. But his mind is so loud and he needs to get all of these things off his chest. All the things he didn't say when he should have, when it counted, when it meant something, when she needed him to.

It's not the first time he's called either. He wonders if she'll ever pick up.

There's a perfectly clear picture burned into his mind of the first time he'd called her after he left. He had been stranded at some run-down truck stop that could've been the perfect location for the first kill in a horror movie. There was a bottle of water in his hand and the phone receiver in the other.

He can't recall how long he'd spent inside the phone booth reading her number out loud and trying to work up the courage to call her but he knows it's been quite a while. And when he did he was met with the dial tone. With every beep his heart sunk a little further, felt a little heavier.

" Hello this is Y/N, I can't pick up the phone right now but feel free to leave a message after the tone and I'll ring you back. Ok, bye. "

Her voice sounded so cheery and he remembers the tears threatening to leave his eyes at the sound of it. She hadn't sounded this cheery in a long long time and his heart broke knowing that was partially his fault.

" Hey Y/N, It's me .... Frankie. If you’re listening can you please pick up the phone? I know you're home. "

He could still recall her daily schedule better than anything, after all, they had been living together for years.

" I know where I went wrong. I really do. I uh— I'm at a truck stop. Not sure where I'm going yet but I'll call you. Please talk to me, baby. I love you. "

He remembers his heart breaking and breaking more and shattering and it hasn't been fixed yet. There's that little cynical corner of his brain that tells him it never will be fixed. All good things come to an end sooner or later and this is THE good thing in his life. She is the best thing. She was the chance he never thought he’d get. A shot at redemption.

That other day he found a bar just outside the township line. He goes most every night now whenever he can feel a bad night coming. All nights are bad nights now. The floors are sticky and the bar is dusty but the drinks are cheap and the barkeeper doesn’t bother to get him tangled up in any kind of conversation. All Frankie gets is a look of pity as he pours him another drink. Fuck, he didn’t know that he looks that pathetic. 

The alcohol doesn’t numb his heart the way it used to. Back when he woke up in a cold sweat with visions of a life he tried so hard to leave behind he could always count on the inside of a bottle to make the demons disappear for a while. Then when that stopped working, the drugs managed to do it. 

And then when he hit rock bottom, for some inexplicable reason, life chose to send him her and she made every other coping mechanism pale in comparison. Her love did not make the demons go away, or the fear, or the guilt. Her love made him realize that he could live a good life regardless. That even the worst parts of him are worthy of love. 

He thinks she might’ve been wrong.

There's a half-empty pack of cigarettes laying on the nightstand. He hasn't touched them for a while. Got them at that same truck stop where he smashed his phone but only smoked half a pack before he remembered that promise he made her a long time ago, back when she had first told him, back when they were happy.

And he failed. Because for a while he’d felt like the reason he stopped smoking in the first place had vanished. If there was no one to promise something to, was there even a promise to begin with? 

The cigarettes bring back memories of the second time he'd called her. It was right after he arrived here, at this very same motel. With the very same peeling wallpaper and the chipped door and the ceiling fan that is missing one blade and the carpet with the burn marks. The same motel he is basically succumbing in right now.

He was less nervous the second time he'd called her, less nervous but more fucked up. Half drunk on cheap whiskey and half drunk on the infinite sadness he's felt ever since their life went to shit.

This time he didn't make himself believe she'd pick up. He knew she wouldn't and maybe that was a good thing. Frankie didn't want her to know he was shitfaced, that he tried to numb the pain with past vices he promised to leave behind.

" Hey Y/N "

As the words rolled off his lips there was no doubt in his mind that she'd still know. He sounded drunk. He hated it.

" Just wanted to tell you that uh — I uh I've been trying to quit. I went from a pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit. "

It had been a stupid idea, thinking this e-cigarette shit would do anything for him but it was worth a try. Everything was worth a try for her.

" It stops the coughing fits. I know that you always hated my smoking habit. I hope you can be a little proud of me. I know I don't deserve it. I love you, bye."

There was a time, Frankie thinks and scoffs, when he thought love was enough. What a fool he'd been. Now he knows that's all proper bullshit.

It isn't like he doesn't love her, he loves her entirely too much for his own good. 

It's that too much love can destroy you. It eats you up from the inside out.

He can't keep himself from loving her though, and from holding onto that little spark of hope that she might still love him back. After all they've been through, all they had to endure, the thought that she might one day forgive him and love him again was the only thing still keeping him afloat. Without her, he'd sink. And maybe, he thinks, maybe love is enough. It's enough to make him go on.

There's a fly buzzing around the room, sitting down on Frankie’s arm from time to time. He doesn't have the energy to swat her away.

A little voice in his mind wonders what would happen if he just kept laying here. Maybe if he only lays here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat him alive. Maybe the night will swallow him and take him home. Maybe she’ll come looking for him.

His mind wanders off to places he tried hard to forget. To the tears and the pain and the way she didn't yell at him. Not once.

She didn't scream or yell or throw stuff at him. She just stared and let it all wash over her as if she was invincible.

He knew she wasn't. Knows she isn’t now. She wasn't invincible but she was too deeply wounded to care anymore and that was the most terrifying part of it all.

He wanted her to yell so he knew she still cared.

He thinks of the dream and how he saw himself, lifeless, alone. How everyone was looking at him as they lowered his casket into the ground. How his friends were there, his brother, his family, and even the neighbors. Not her though. She wasn't there.

His fingers are dialing the familiar numbers before he can even fully register what's happening.

There's the dial tone that he's grown to know so well lately. Three more and he gets to hear her voice.

Two.

One.

" Hello this is Y/N, I can't pick up the phone right now but feel free to leave a message after the tone and I'll ring you back. Ok, bye. "

Lies. She won’t call back. But that's okay, he understands why she doesn’t. Why she can’t.

" Y/N It's me again. Frankie. "

He combs his fingers through his hair nervously.

" Of course, it's me, who else would call you at this time? I'm sorry. "

He's been saying sorry an awful lot lately. Especially considering the fact that he hasn't been very generous with that word when it really mattered.

" I had a dream. About you. Well not exactly about you. Actually, you weren't in it and that's kind of the problem. "

Remembering the dream sends a cold shiver down his back.

" I uh — I was on a plane. I flew back north, no idea where I wanted to go. All I know is that I didn't make it there. Plane went down like it was made of paper. They were all at the funeral. My funeral. Everyone. Not you though. You — You weren't there Y/N. That scares me. I hope you'd come to the funeral. I'd want you there. "

He knows it's time. She's not gonna pick up anytime soon so this might be his only chance of ever getting to admit his faults of ever talking about the actual problem, the root of all the pain and heartbreak. It's not face-to-face but it's the next best thing. It's his only shot.

" Y/N, I know I fucked up. I do know. It's just after it happened. After — "

Saying it out loud will make it real. It will break his heart once again. He's an adult though and has been running from his issues long enough. This stupid urge to flee made this all so much worse.

Take a breath.

And face the reality.

" After it happened. When we lost the baby I just, I shut off. I shut you out and I am so sorry. I just, I needed to be strong for you but I wasn't. All I did was push you away. I never listened. I wasn't there. I should've been there for you to help you get through this but I was too busy keeping myself from bursting at the seams. Fuck, I was so selfish. If I could change the way I treated you, treated the situation, trust me I would. I would. I miss her so much Y/N and I never even got to meet her and I didn't want to put this all-consuming sadness on you so I pulled away. I didn't want to make you hurt even more than you already were but that's exactly what I did and I will never forgive myself for that. I hope you can though. I love you so much. "

There's a hole in his chest the size of a newborn.

It's the size of a little baby girl he never got to meet. A little baby girl he always imagined would have his eyes and her mother's breathtaking smile. A little baby girl he'd raise to be brave and generous and smart and wonderful. 

There is a hole in his chest the size of a little baby girl and he knows it will never fully heal.

He should've been there for her, his wife, the mother of his child. He had tried so hard, so hard to hide his sadness and pain from her instead of embracing it with her by his side. He should've been there with her so they could hold each other above the waters. But he let her drown by herself and he would never fully forgive himself for that.

" I love you Y/N and I'm coming home soon I promise. That's if you still want to see me. I won't let you go through the darkness alone anymore though. I love you. "

He hangs up the phone and without a warning, the tears roll down his cheeks. They're the silent kind, the painful kind. But for once, since it all happened they're not entirely from sadness, a small part of him is feeling a little lighter now that he's faced reality. A small part of him cries tears of relief. A small part of him still believes that maybe things with his wife can work out again if only he can show her how much he cares and loves her. That he can hold her hand even through the darkest of times.

A small part of him knows that it can't get worse than this.

A small part of him, a small part knows she loves him back. Even with that gray cloud hanging over him reminding him of the paperwork that might be waiting for him at home. 

There's a hole in the wall and a square where the wallpaper is a lighter shade of beige than the rest. There probably used to be a painting or a mirror. The ceiling fan is missing one of its blades and there's a huge rip in the ugly brown curtain that's blocking the street lights from flooding the room.

is dull and gray and hopeless and broken and ugly and Frankie thinks that things can only get better from here on out.

It’s 2am when he sneaks out of his room and past the lobby. Steve will forgive him, he’s sure of it. For the two weeks' rent and for not saying goodbye. 

The world is fast asleep as his car takes him down the empty streets towards the bar he found some resemblance of comfort in for the last few weeks.

One last drink, he tells himself. But this one won’t be for the bad days ahead. This one will mark a page turned, a step taken.

“Whiskey?” the barkeeper inquires, already pulling the bottle from the shelf. 

“Gimme a beer instead. Whatever bottles you have in the fridge is fine.” 

No more words are exchanged as the barkeeper hands Frankie the cold bottle.

This one’s for the daughter he’ll never meet, he thinks, and the wife who shouldn’t love him no more but god does he hope and pray she still does. Even when he doesn’t deserve it.

He’s got half a tank of gas left and as soon as the bottle is empty he’ll make his way home.

Not the motel. 

Home. Their apartment.

And he’ll face whatever is waiting there for him. 

That’s the thing about losing everything — things can only get better from here on out.

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[roadtogracelandx45]

Ash's Masterlist Updated August 13, 2023

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prompt list

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[dailydragon08]

Soft Will who gets all :) when he meets his partner’s eyes across the room.

Soft Will who’s super attentive and always giving them his jacket when they’re cold and even starts bringing a jacket to events that doesn’t need one just in case THEY get chilly.

Soft Will who takes care of them when they’re sick/on their period/having a bad mental health day, fully armed with heating pads, medicine, warm blankets, snacks, movies, and makes sure they’re getting enough iron, vitamins, and protein.

Soft Will who gives and guides and whispers sweet nothings during the most romantic sex they’ve ever had.

Soft Will who lives for the pillow talk after.

Soft Will who squeezes his partner’s hand and hugs them tight after a nightmare or during fireworks or going through the grocery store, letting all the walls of stoicism fall for just a brief moment when he looks at them cuz he knows he doesn’t have to hide in front of this person.

Soft Will who will 100% engage in a squirt gun battle with the seriousness of a soldier.

Soft Will who will proudly put his arm around their shoulders in front of the guys.

Soft Will who immediately pulls you onto his lap during movie nights.

Soft Will who gets a little watery during the first “I love you,” no matter which of them said it, cuz he was so convinced for so long he’d never get to have a first “I love you” again.

Soft Will who may not emote much, but a little spark of excitement enters his eyes and he gives a little lopsided smile whenever his partner walks into the room.

Soft Will who never misses an opportunity to tell people he loves how great, smart, talented, and what a wonderful person they are (he might not shout it from the rooftops, but he doesn’t make a secret of it either).

Soft Will who stands there gaping the first time he sees them all dressed up and/or in a swimsuit.

Soft Will who loves playing with his partner’s hair.

Soft Will who loves running his hands over his partner’s bare skin and tracing little shapes.

Soft Will who lives for cradling their face during forehead touches.

Soft Will who’s just so grateful he found someone after all the shit he’s been through that made him feel broken and unlovable.

Just soft Will.

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[dameronscopilot]

Bestie I want your top 5 scenarios Benny would sneak you to when you’re out and about and he just can’t resist

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BOWLING ALLEY BATHROOM - Has the place been renovated since the 90s? No. Is it kind of gross in there? Yes. Do the walls of the stall sound like they're going to fall apart while Benny's fucking you against them? Absolutely. But after an hour of standing up against you and teaching you how to throw the ball correctly, he realizes there's no way he's going to be able to keep bowling strikes with a raging hard on.

BBQ AT FRANKIE'S HOUSE - There's just something about the temptation of defiling Frankie's bathroom ("AGAIN, MAN?!") that really gets Benny going. Well, that and the sight of you flitting about the yard in a sundress.

AT THE BEACH - Benny and any semblance self-control around you in a bathing suit on the beach do not go hand-in-hand. So he's willing to temporarily ignore his irrational fear of having his dick bitten off by a shark for the sake of some discreet canoodling in the waves.

THE BACK SEAT OF SANTIAGO'S TRUCK - Benny deems the bar bathroom just isn't up to par for the two of you to get it on one night, but neither of you drove, and he's too impatient to wait for an Uber to take you home. Given that Santiago's too busy chatting up a bachelorette party, Benny doesn't think he'll mind when he swipes his truck keys from his pocket so the two of you can go make use of the back seat. Whoops.

AT THE MALL - Benny's happy to spend the afternoon strolling through the mall with you as you attempt to pick out a dress for Will's wedding. However, he's only able to handle watching you step out of the dressing room to show off your picks across three stores before he's sneaking right in there behind you to show you exactly what he thinks.

Copilot Sleepover

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[crazyk-imagine]

Gym Crush

Pairing: Benny Miller x Gym crush!reader

Characters: Benny Miller, William "Ironhead" Miller, Francisco "Catfish" "Frankie" Morales, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Gym Crush!reader, Samantha (reader's friend)

Warnings: Fluff, cursing (briefly), gym, gym things, reader is a trainer and trains with her friend, I'm sad, I know gym things because of work, Benny is like horny but also not, Frankie is a tired old man, Santi a big flirty hoe, I feel like Will feels like he has no personality :(

Word Count: 1,959

A/N: Not gonna lie, while writing this... I had a thought. This is the first part of the non-official series/ universe for the TF boys called (in my mind) "Gym World"

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The boys, Will, Santiago, and Frankie have always known when something’s up with the baby of the bunch. It’s hard not to.

It consumes him until he barely has anything left to offer. That’s why they knew this was something different.

Instead of running to the woman (he deems to be the woman of his dreams) he, instead, runs from her. Or, in better words, avoids her entirely.

Ever since they came home after their last mission, they’ve been living their lives the way they want to… or at least Frankie and Santiago are.

Will is slowly working a little more on himself, not wanting to scare off anyone else in his life like he did with his ex-fiancée.

And now, Benny’s life mainly consists of working out, preparing for his fights while working at his annoying side job as a convenient store clerk.

Today was no different for him, train and then go out for a celebratory drink.

Usually with the way he acts when he sees you, none of the guys want to come with him anymore and it makes sense since he’ll either stare while you work out and he thinks you don’t notice (you do) or glance in your direction and check to see if you’re getting closer, wanting to try and ask you out (never happens).

Will shakes his head, “you’re shameless.”

Benny hangs from the pull bar, smirking at his brother. “Better to be shameless.”

“Then?” Frankie chimes, finding himself intrigued.

“Nothing, just better to be shameless.”

-

"He's back." You move your headphones over your ear to hear your friend, Samantha better. "What'd you say?"

She purses her lips, "you know exactly what I said."

You smirk, "no I don't."

She groans and throws her head back. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Next is the rower."

Your cheeky attitude quickly falls from your face.

Samantha points at your fallen expression and starts laughing.

Benny hides his humor when he sees you stomping over towards the rower.

You pout, strapping your feet in, “I hate this!”

She smirks, “I know! But we’re gonna do,” Samantha pauses, thinking about how bad she should torture you. “Three reps for five minutes with wall sits as your forty second break.”

Your eyes widen at her words. “No.” You shake your head, “nuh uh. No way.” You start to remove the straps.

“I have four back-to-back clients in an hour, and I need to be able to crawl and not walk.”

-

He drops down from the bar, wiping himself dry with the towel he keeps nearby (curtesy of Will).

Frankie nods to the older Miller, “you go get him, I’ll deal with Benny.”

Will sighs and runs after Santiago who’s trying to flirt with some of the other girls around. They’re not going for it, and he doesn’t want to have to talk to another security guard because his friends an idiot.

The younger Miller takes a step forward only to be stopped. “Ben, your fights in three hours we need to go.”

“I-” he sighs, glancing back at you. “Yeah, alright. Let’s go.”

-

The next couple of days are quiet and you don't see much of “your” mystery guy, it makes you a little sad to be honest.

And then, there he is, as if he was reading your mind, he shows up with the other guys he’s almost always with.

"Guess who's back to cure you of your depression?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, shoving Samantha away from you. “Stop it.”

She chuckles as you head out of the employee office, grabbing your phone on the way out. “I’m going to work out while I wait for my next client to arrive.”

She nods before heading out.

‘Maybe today’s the day.’ You can feel his eyes on you. You continue to think about what to do while stretching. You catch his gaze in the mirror and a decision’s been made.

Santiago smacks Frankie’s shoulder when he sees you coming closer. “What?”

The latter turns, “oh shit.”

“What’s going on with you two?” Will asks, glancing between the two of them, waiting for an answer.

Santiago points to the space in front of Benny.

He doesn’t see you there at first, focusing on finishing his last set before getting off the machine he was using. “Oh shi-”

You chuckle, crossing your arms. “Hey, there.”

“Hey.”

“I noticed you’ve been staring at me for a bit. You got something you want to say?”

If he were a cartoon, his eyes would be as wide as his head followed by a nosebleed. “It’s- it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” You cross your arms. “I’m thinking you’re planning something hinky and quite frankly it worries me-”

His eyes widen even more. “No, no. I mean- I just- I didn’t mean to…” He pauses when he sees the way you try to hide your laughter. “Oh, you’re messing with me. Awesome.”

“Sorry, it was just too easy not to. But seriously, about the staring. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I- you’re really,” he gulps, “good.”

You raise a brow.

“I’m just saying, I don’t normally see people pushing themselves as hard as you do… or when your friend does.”

You chuckle, “that’s true. But it’s not really anything worth admiring, it’s your average trainer workout”

“Well, I can tell you that you do a damn good job. I’m impressed.”

“Well, consider me flattered. A handsome guy like yourself, commenting on my workouts, kind of makes a girl want to ask said guy for his number and make him her workout partner.”

He glances behind him before pointing at himself, earning a nod from you. “You’re serious?”

“I don’t joke about these kinds of things,” you pull yourself up on the pullup bar, something you’ve noticed he goes on more than anything here. “Which is something you’ll learn about, the more we talk.”

He’s never pulled his phone out of his pocket faster than he did right now. “You want to hand me your phone?”

“You’re gonna do this one handed?”

“No, I just wanted to try and impress you.” You jump down and smile at him.

He is more than willing to offer his phone to you. “I sent a text to my phone so now you have my number.”

“Great.”

“If I don’t hear from you before nine tonight, I can’t promise I’ll be as speedy with my responses.”

“So, I should text you now?” He jokes.

You shrug, “whatever you think is the smartest decision.”

The dopey smile on his face never leaves even after Santiago starts teasing him again. “Wow, I never thought you’d ever talk to her and look at you, you didn’t burst into a puddle of desperation.”

“Can I hit him?”

“No,” Will shakes his head, “you can’t, Ben. You know that.”

“She’s coming back.”

“What?” He whips around and almost bumps into you. “Hey, you’re back.”

“I am. I’m impatient and I want to go out with you.”

He owlishly blinks, trying to get his brain to move faster so he can understand. “Really?”

“Yeah. My friend would say I’m acting desperate and insane for asking the weird guy with a staring problem out.”

He scratches the back of his head, “you guys caught that, huh?”

You pinch your fingers together. “Little bit.”

“And you still want to go out with me?”

“Don’t read too much into it. Text me when you’re done here and when you’re free later.”

You turn around and walk away, leaving the Miller, Santiago, and Frankie speechless.

“I never thought I’d say this this,” Santiago pats the younger Miller’s shoulder. “Can you teach me how you- show me your ways, wise one.”

Benny shrugs him off, pushing him away from him. “Shut up.”

“Guess we’re done here?”

Frankie glances at Will. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s going home to shower and then call her so he can finally go out with her.”

Santiago shrugs, “I mean, I guess.”

“He’s right. If you two aren’t done, you’re on your own.” Benny throws his bag over his shoulder. “Come on, Will.”

-

You hit the call button, “Sammy!”

“What?”

“I did it.”

“I know you did; I was there.”

“I don’t know what outfit to pick you bitch.”

“How do you even know he’s going to call? Stupid question, I know. Moving on. Do you want to look slutty or a little conservative?”

“What makes me look better? Slutty or not slutty?”

“Where’s he taking you?”

“I don’t know.”

“How am I supposed to help you pick an outfit when you don’t even know where you’re going. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait- no.” You groan and are about to toss your phone down onto your bed when you get a text from Benny.

Hot Gym Guy

‘Wear something comfortable I don’t know if I already told you where I plan on taking you it's not gonna be some anything too crazy’ 4:36pm Sent Read

You smile holding your phone just a little closer to you.

Eye Candy

‘It’s like you knew what I was thinking’ 4:38pm Sent Read

‘Makes sense seeing as you’ve been watching me over the last few months every time you were in the gym’ 4:38pm Sent Read

He chuckles hoping this is going to be a good start to the date. He’s happy he kicked Santiago and Frankie out of the house now and thankfully Will had other plans.

Now he's debating calling you to invite you over or take you out to a restaurant followed by you coming over, not for anything that would be normal for his past self (as the other guys would say).

Hot Gym Guy

‘Would you rather do something fun and casual at my place or something new and different at a restaurant?’ 4:41pm Sent Read

You don’t think he has an ulterior motive because you know that he’s being genuine and asking you so you’re not uncomfortable.

Eye Candy

‘Are you a good cook because if not I think should go to a restaurant’ 4:43pm Sent Read

‘Not to offend you, I’d like to not have food poisoning tonight’ 4:44pm Sent Read

‘We should*’ 4:45pm Sent Read

Hot Gym Guy

‘I could whip up something decent and if it’s not up to your standards then we can either go out to a restaurant or have something delivered’ 4:46pm Sent Read

‘It’s up to you.’ 4:46pm Sent Read

You shake your head, even though Sammy really thought that he was creepy; turns out he’s really the sweetest guy you've ever talked to.

Eye Candy

‘Send me your address and I’ll tell you in person’ 4:51pm Sent Read

You knock on the door and wait.

The door opens less than a minute later. “Hey.”

You smile. “Hey.”

“Have you,” he clears his throat. “Have you made a decision?”

“I hope you're as good a cook as you are handsome.”

“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”

-

And let’s just say the next time you guys went to the gym (together, of course) everyone you knew was thanking all the gods that you two finally got together, until they realized that your guy's fawning was going to be ten million times worse because you’re together.

"Another day of him staring at her," Frankie comments, watching you two.

"How long are we going to see this?" Will asks, working on his bicep curls.

“I don't want to see him drool again; I'm going over towards the smoothie bar." Santiago walks away.

“I don’t know but I think we need to go back and grab Santi before he does something stupid,” the ex-pilot tells the older Miller.

“For fucks sake,” Will grumbles, putting the weights back in its place. “Let’s go.”

-

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