chance encounters | pt. 2
character(s):Â we got all the Triple Frontier boys in this chapter (obvi except Tom). Benny Miller, Will "Ironhead" Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Frankie "Catfish" Morales, fem!Reader
summary:Â Days blend together and it's become three months since you started training with Benny, and you use fighting and training as a distraction from your grief. It's when you're alone when things become too much. Luckily, Benny books you your first fight and your mind remains focused on winning (rather than dealing with the loss of your best friend).
word count:Â 4.1k
a/n:Â While I do train muay thai/kickboxing, I don't think I'd ever be able to fight (even when sparring in class I'm always so nervous lol), anyway... I hope you guys enjoy. We're going to delve deeper into Reader's grief in the next upcoming chapters and a certain someone might be able to help...
warnings:Â grief (and Reader doing a poorly job at coping with the loss), violence - it's Reader's first fight!, mutual pining between Frankie and Reader
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It had been three months. Three months since you started training with Benny at his gym. Three months since you started fighting again.Â
But that also meant it had been a total of six months since you lost your best friend. They say that days get better, that they get easier, but why does it feel like you havenât gotten any better at all? Youâre stuck in this same pattern where the only joy and excitement you feel is when you step foot into Bennyâs gym. When your glove hits the heavy bag. When your leg connects with the pads that Benny holds. But as soon as you leave, youâre back to square one.Â
Every morning and every night, you lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling as your mind refuses to shut off. Youâre afraid to close your eyes because when you do, all you see is your best friend. You can hear his laugh. You can see his smile. You can imagine him here.Â
And you hate it. You hate it because when you do open your eyes, youâre back to reality. You wonât ever be able to hear his laugh or his voice again. You wonât ever be able to see him smile or have him physically here with you.Â
All he is now is just a memory, haunting you day and night.Â
Benny has been so patient with you and you had gotten to know more about the three men you saw three months ago. The other blue-eyed man turned out to be his older brother, Will. He was quiet and reserved, but just like Benny, whenever he smiled, you felt a sense of comfort and security.Â
Then, there was Santiago⌠or Santi, he liked to say. He was just as outgoing as Benny was and he certainly wasnât afraid to let you know how attractive he thought you were. It was meant to be a compliment and it would have usually made you blush and smile, but instead, it just earned him a curt nod before you walked past him to start training with Benny. Since then, though, Santiago had always tried to make you smile or laugh and there had been a few times where he succeeded, but as soon as the smile touched your lips or the laugh escaped you, you shut down. It didnât feel right being happy.Â
And lastly, there was Frankie. He was just as quiet and reserved as Will was, but there was something about him that was soft and welcoming. You couldnât explain it. In fact, he was the only one you hadnât really spoken to. He liked to keep to himself, but there were certain gestures or actions that made you feel safe with him. He would hand you your duffle bag when you were getting ready to go home, give you a towel when you were drenched in sweat, and he even went so far to order food one night when you had mumbled that you hadnât eaten all day.Â
Today, just like any other day, you step into Bennyâs gym. Music is quietly playing and you see all four men wrestling on the mats. It didnât seem like they were taking it seriously and you can hear their laughter echo the walls of the gym. It makes your heart flutter for a moment because even in the midst of your own grief, these four men managed to sneak into your life and begin to make a home. In fact, you couldnât even begin to imagine life without them. You knew your best friend would have gotten along with them just fine, especially Benny. And it pains you because your best friend isnât here to enjoy this with you.Â
âOh, hey!â Santiago calls out, finally being overpowered by Benny as he lands on his back with a thud. âWe were just messing around.âÂ
âAnd I won,â Benny grins, climbing off of Santiago and standing up.Â
âYouâre like thirty pounds heavier than I am. Of course you won.â Santiago rolls his eyes, but lets out a chuckle.Â
âItâs all about technique,â Benny winks. âAnyway, I thought I had you scheduled to start in an hour.â He says to you.Â
âRight,â you sigh. âI just figured I could come in early and hit the bag. If thatâs okay?âÂ
âYou sure you wonât be tired?â Will says, sitting up as he and Frankie both try to catch their breaths. âYouâre always training. Are you getting any rest?âÂ
âTrying,â you admit quietly.Â
Frankieâs eyes soften immediately. Since the moment he saw you, he could see the sadness in your eyes, the void that is now left within you after finding out that you had lost your best friend. Loss was something he and the rest of the guys were all too familiar with, especially with being in their line of service, but that didnât make it any easier. Frankie had numbed his grief and his pain with drugs and alcohol that it got to a point where he almost lost everything, he almost lost himself and it was his friends that brought him back to life. It wasnât easy, but without them, he knew he wouldnât have made it.Â
âWell, weâll get out of your way. Go ahead and warm up,â Benny says. He and the rest of the guys stand up to give you space on the mat and Frankie is the last one to brush past you. He hears you let out a shaky breath and for a moment he pauses, stands right next to you.Â
âHey, are youââ he quietly begins.Â
âGotta train,â you interrupt, moving past him.Â
Frankie sighs and nods, following the rest of the guys towards Bennyâs office in the back. Once inside, Benny hands him a bottle of water and sits down on the couch along the wall, glancing over at the door every so often.Â
âWhatâs up, Fish?â Santiago asks, arching a brow.Â
âI donât think sheâs okay,â Frankie points out.Â
âIâd have to agree with you there,â Benny says. âBut if she doesnât want to share, then we canât force her. We all know what thatâs like. You especially, Fish.âÂ
Frankie tightens his jaw, running a hand through his unruly curls. âSheâs struggling. You guys saw me struggle and still forced me toââ
âThatâs because we have history, hermano,â Santiago interrupts. âWeâve only known her for a few months. We canât justâ We canât just insert ourselves in her life when sheâs made it clear that weâre all just⌠Acquaintances?âÂ
âI was going to surprise her, think maybe itâll cheer her up, but I booked her first fight for this Friday.â Benny says. âI think weâre all more than just acquaintances, but itâs her grief and we canât push her on it.â
Will nods. âWe all grieve differently. We all know this. Just give her time. If she wants to talk, sheâll reach out to one of us.âÂ
âAnd how are you sure?â Frankie asks.
Santiago, Will, and Benny all share a look with each other before they turn their attention to Frankie. They can all visibly see the concern in his features and itâs only then that they realize thatâs probably something more to this.Â
âOkay, whatâs really going on, Frankie?â Santiago asks.Â
âNothing,â Frankie waves off. âIâm justâ Weâve all been in her shoes and we had each other to get us through it.â
âYou like her,â Benny slowly grins. âYouâve barely talked to her and you like her.â
âOh, shut up. I barely know her.âÂ
Will chuckles. âBut you like her?âÂ
âIâm just trying to be nice, okay?â Frankie sighs. âItâs nothing like that.âÂ
âYou like her,â Santiago chuckles. âTo be honest though, she does stare at you a little longer than everyone else.â
Frankie rolls his eyes. âOkay, you know what, Iâm leaving.â
âBut wait,â Benny chuckles. âYou gonna say bye to her?âÂ
Frankieâs jaw tightens and he playfully punches Bennyâs arm, shaking his head. âYou guys are assholes.â
âBut you love us,â Santiago grins.
âDebatable,â he mumbles. âI just think⌠Maybe itâd be nice if we got her some flowers or cake or a card? I donât fuckinâ know.â
âShe doesnât seem like the flowers kind of girl and she canât have cake.â Benny says. âA card might be a good start," he teases.Â
âGreat, youâll be in charge of that, Fish,â Santiago winks.Â
âBye,â Frankie says with a shake of his head as he leaves Bennyâs office. He walks down the hallway and hears the sounds of the bag and exhaled breaths. He sees you hitting the bag with such speed and precision; Benny was right. You did have potential to become a legitimate fighter. Frankie enjoys watching you train because youâre so dialed in, so focused that everything around you just seems to disappear. Just like it is now, youâre light on your feet, bouncing on your toes as you deliver punches and hooks to the bag, finishing with a knee or a high kick. Itâs impressive. Youâre impressive.Â
He doesnât stay long, doesnât notice the way that your shoulders sag forward when the round ends. Itâs almost like your body reminds you of the grief that encompasses your entire being. To be honest, fighting was a way for you to distract yourself from the grief and loss of your best friend. Youâre not dealing with your grief. Instead, youâre pushing it as far back as you can, trying to focus on other things because you know that if you put your attention on the fact that your best friend died, you wonât be able to pull yourself out of it.Â
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Friday rolls around and youâre in the locker room, warming up. Itâs your first fight and Benny seems more nervous than you are. Your hands are already wrapped and youâre shadowboxing to keep your muscles warm, bouncing on your toes and switching stances from orthodox to southpaw. Frankie, Will, and Santiago enter the locker room just a few minutes before your fight begins.Â
âWe wanna wish you luck,â Will says, pulling you into a gentle hug. âWe know youâre gonna do great.â
âThank you, Will.âÂ
Santiago looks at you and smiles. âMake sure this pretty face doesnât get beat up, yeah?âÂ
You roll your eyes, the corner of your lips lifting just slightly. âYou never quit, do you?âÂ
Santiago chuckles. âWith you? Never.â He winks.Â
Frankie then walks towards you. Heâs wearing his Standard Heating Oil cap as usual and he lets a small smile line his lips. âBe safe, okay, hermosa?âÂ
Hermosa. The pet name slips and Frankie bites his lower lip. The tops of his ears begin to burn, turning red in slight embarrassment. He brings a hand to rub the back of his neck and even you are taken by surprise by the pet name. It brings a sense of warmth in the pit of your belly though and instead of waiting for Frankie to pull you into a hug, you wrap your arms around him and let out a shaky exhale. With Frankie, itâs almost like he can tell what youâre feeling, can read how youâre doing, and right now, Frankieâs arms tighten just enough around you that makes you feel safe, that makes you feel like things are going to be okay.Â
âAlright, my little warrior,â Benny grins. âLetâs get out there.â
My little warrior. Thereâs an immediate shift in you and you pull away from Frankie immediately. He goes to say something, but he notices the look on your face, the distance in your eyes. Youâre no longer here with him, with them, and he knows that your mind is elsewhere.Â
But he can also see the way your eyes glaze over with unshed tears, threatening to spill out. Instead, you take a deep breath and put in your mouth guard, allowing Benny to slide on your gloves.
Youâre walking out of the locker room and down the hallway, eyes focused straight ahead of you as the four men remain behind you. Youâre supposed to feel excited, thrilled for your first fight, but all you can think about is your best friend and how he wasnât there to be able to watch you. You clench your hands into fists, your gloves tightening around your hands and you shake your arms loose, seeing the octagon as the crowd cheers and boos.Â
The cutman inspects you, making sure that you have your mouthguard in and your gloves tight and secure. Afterwards, the cutman then spreads petroleum jelly across your face - your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, your forehead, your chin. They are the most common areas to be hit so the petroleum jelly is to help prevent cuts and tears from the impact that youâre sure youâre about to take in this fight.Â
Once the cutman finishes, you turn to Benny and he pulls you into a tight hug. Youâre closest to him, especially with him being your coach, but he hasnât yet known your full story yet. âStay focused,â he says, pulling away. âYou got this.âÂ
You nod and gently tap his chest with your gloves before you turn to see Will, Santiago, and Frankie flash you a thumbs up from their seats in the front. You enter the octagon and let out a deep breath, your opponent staring down at you with narrowed eyes. You feel the nerves settle in, leaning back against the cage of the octagon as the announcer begins to announce your opponentâs name and her current record. Youâre obviously the underdog, with this being your first fight, no one in the crowd (except for Benny and the rest of the guys) believe you can win.Â
âThe Warrior!â you hear the announcer exclaim and immediately, you feel a shift within you. All you can do is focus on the woman on the other end of the octagon, eyes staring straight into her and the rest of the crowd disappears. The referee calls the both of you into the middle of the ring and you step forward, shifting between your feet as you keep your eyes solely on the woman in front of you.Â
âAre we clear?â the referee says after having told you both the rules. You both nod and you reach out to touch her gloves, but she just rolls her eyes and steps away, not bothering to give you the respect you had given her.Â
You both move back to your corner of the ring and within seconds, the bell rings to signal the start of the first round. You move closer to the middle of the ring, seeing her do the same as you keep your hands close to your face. She delivers several low kicks that take you a while to check, your leading leg beginning to throb in pain.Â
âCheck those kicks!â You hear Benny yell from your corner of the octagon. Itâs taking you a while to get the groove of things, still bouncing on your toes. You notice the woman has a habit of dropping her hands every time she kicks you and you know that you just need to time it right.Â
Your leg is beginning to bruise and itâs becoming a bit difficult to stand on it, so you switch stances to southpaw, keeping most of your weight on your right leg now.Â
âCome on!âÂ
âJust end the fight already!âÂ
âSheâs not even that good!âÂ
You can hear the crowd and it only fuels you even further. You try to remember Bennyâs training, try to remember your best friendâs teachings, and they both had told you to be patient. The right moment will present itself.Â
Thereâs fifteen seconds left in the first round and so far, you know youâre losing. Youâve only thrown a few punches that havenât landed. You can hear Benny screaming, begging for you to just do something instead of standing there and taking the hits that you donât need to take.Â
The woman puts more pressure and backs you into the corner of the octagon. She clinches her hands around your neck, pulling you close enough to deliver a knee to your abdomen. It hits you straight in your core, knocking the wind out of you that you drop to your knees, falling backwards just as soon as the round ends.Â
You stand up slowly, walking towards your corner and sit on the seat that Benny sets down for you. Youâre breathing heavily and it hurts, dripping with sweat as your abdomen begins to bruise and throb in addition to your left leg.Â
âYouâre losing,â Benny says, lifting the bottle of water to your lips to give you a gulp. âYou said you wanted this. You said you wanted to fight. What the hell is goinâ on?!â
You shake your head, tightening your jaw as you keep your eyes straight ahead, focused on the other woman and her team.Â
âThose kicksââ you begin. âIâm sorry, Benny. Iâll do better. Iâll finish it in this round.â
âThatâs a bit presumptuous.âÂ
You stand up from the seat, even with twenty seconds of rest left. âShe drops her hands when she delivers a kick, Benny. Iâm trying to find an opening.âÂ
âYouâre gonna get your ass kicked just waiting for something to happen. Be proactive. You know youâre fast. You know youâve got the power. I know you can win this fight. Do you?â
You nod and look up at Benny. âYes, I do.â
âThen fuckinâ win!âÂ
The referee waves in your direction, signaling that the next round is about to begin. Benny looks down at you and his eyes soften for a moment.Â
âYou can do this,â he says. âBelieve in yourself.âÂ
You nod and begin to bounce on your toes, the pain youâre feeling taking a backseat as you stare at the other woman with a tightened jaw and narrowed eyes.Â
Then, the bell rings and the second round begins.Â
The other woman rushes towards you and you use your footwork to easily move away from her punches. You see her leg begin to lift and her hands drop. This is your moment. You deliver a quick jab that connects with her face and she stumbles backward. It isnât enough to drop her, so you push forward.Â
âThere you go!â Benny exclaims. âJust a 1-2! She felt that!âÂ
You remain focused, delivering just a simple 1-2 punch that continues to connect with her face. You step back to give you enough space to deliver a high kick to her right side, seeing her drop her hands to block the kick which gives you an opening to deliver a hard left hook across her chin.Â
You put as much strength as you could behind the hook, hearing the sound of your glove connecting with her chin echo throughout the building. She falls immediately on her back and you quickly scramble to mount her. Her arms cover her face as you just begin to ground and pound, delivering hammer fists to her face.Â
Then, you feel the referee come between the both of you, waving his hands in the air to stop the fight.Â
You won. Holy shit, you won!Â
Benny runs inside of the octagon and lifts you up, cheering and laughing. âYou did it!â The rest of the guys rush inside as well, staring at you with excited eyes and grins.Â
The other woman finally stands up and the referee holds each of your wrists, waiting for the announcer to announce you as the winner. Once your hand is raised in the air, you feel tears threatening to spill over. The other woman comes to you and reaches out to give you a one-armed hug.Â
âGreat job,â she says. âThat was a great fight.âÂ
âIâm sure my leg is gonna hurt like hell for the next few days,â you say with a slight smile.Â
The other woman chuckles and nods, turning around to walk out of the octagon with her team.Â
You turn around and look at Benny, Will, Santiago, and Frankie. Seeing them stare at you with smiles finally makes the dam break and tears begin to trickle down your cheeks. Bennyâs the first one to pull you into a hug, holding you so tight that it provides the comfort you didnât know you needed.Â
âYour best friend would be proud,â he whispers and it only makes you cry even harder. He and the rest of the guys lead you out of the octagon, hearing the applause and cheers from the crowd as you begin to make your way back to the locker room.
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After your fight - and after freshening up and taking a shower - you meet the guys at the local bar that they normally frequent. Youâre limping slightly, the bruise on your left leg a painful reminder of the leg kicks you endured during the fight. With each breath, you feel your side twinge with pain from the knee your opponent delivered at the end of the first round.Â
You keep your hair down and past your shoulders, dressed in a black slip dress that reaches past your knees and sandals. Youâre glad that your face didnât take much damage, but youâre sure that your body is going to be in a lot more pain tomorrow.Â
Tonight, you feel like you can celebrate⌠But also because you didnât want to be alone.Â
Stepping into the bar, you see the four men in a booth in the corner and they spot you immediately. Their eyes slightly widen at the sight of you and you canât help but let out a quiet chuckle, your cheeks heating up at the way theyâre looking at you.Â
âYou clean up nice,â Benny chuckles.Â
âIâm not in spandex shorts and a shirt, drenched in sweat,â you tease, sliding into the booth next to Frankie.Â
âYou look great,â Frankie blurts out.Â
âThank you, Frankie,â you say quietly, looking over at him.Â
Santiago, Will, and Benny look between the both of you and arch a brow before the three of them stand up to walk towards the bar. âFirst round will be on me,â Will says. âWhat can we get for you?âÂ
âGlass of white wine, please,â you answer.Â
When the three of them leave, thereâs an uncomfortable and awkward silence that fills the air between you and Frankie. He scoots closer to the inside of the booth to give you some space and he lifts the glass of beer to his lips.Â
âYou were great out there tonight,â he finally says.Â
âI got my ass handed to me in the first round.â
Frankie chuckles. âBut you didnât give up and you came back in the second round.â
âGuess you can call it luck.â
âIt wasnât luck.âÂ
You shrug and look down at your hands. âI just saw an opening and took it.âÂ
âYou work hard and it paid off,â Frankie says.Â
âTrying to,â you mumble. âItâs been hard.âÂ
Frankie leans forward, elbows resting on the table as he looks over at you. âBenny mentioned your best friendâŚâ he begins quietly, eyeing you to make sure that he wasnât overstepping any boundaries. When he realizes you werenât going to stop him and change the subject, he continues. âIâm sorry.â
Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry.Â
Even six months later, that phrase still frustrates you. Even though itâs meant as a way to offer condolences, itâs never brought you any comfort.Â
âYeah,â you shrug.Â
âI didnât mean toââ
âItâs fine,â you interrupt. âI try not to think about it, about him.âÂ
Frankie nods. âYou know, all four of us are prior military. Special Forces.â
âReally?â you ask, brows arching. You didnât know that, but it does explain how close and tight knit they are.Â
Frankie nods again. âWe lost one of our buddies a couple of years ago. There used to be five of us and now,â he sighs. âAnyway, I justâ If you ever need anyone to talk to, weâre all willing to listen.âÂ
âYou ever get through it?â You ask. âItâs been six months and I feel⌠Stuck.â
Frankie shrugs. âYou just learn how to deal with it. Learn how to live life without them.â
âBut what if you canât?â you say quietly. âWhat if you arenât sure how to deal with it? How to live life without them? Then what?â
Frankie sighs. âI donât know,â he answers honestly. âWould your best friend want you to move forward? Would he want you to be happy?âÂ
âI donât know. I canât ask him.â You sigh quietly and gently reach out to rest a hand on Frankieâs arm, feeling the muscles flex underneath your fingertips. âIâm sorry. I donâtââ
âDonât worry about it,â Frankie says softly, reaching over to rest a hand over your own. âWe all deal with it in our own way. I hope you know, though, that weâre all here for you.â He looks into your eyes, staring deeply. âIâm here for you.âÂ
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Trembling/Famished/Hollow/Gone
Mature Content 18+
Pairings:Â Frankie "Catfish" Morales/ OFC (mentioned)
Main relationship: Frankie "Catfish" Morales/Ben Miller/Santiago "Pope" Garcia/William "Iron Head" Miller. (non sexual)
Fic Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Sad Boys, Mental Health Issues, Traumatic Brain Injury, Drug Addiction, Drug Abuse, Suicide, Military Inaccuracies.
Word Count:Â 3.6k
Inspired by Taylor Swift's Midnight Rain.
This was written as a part of the Taylor Swift drabble challenge.
As a Non-Swiftie this really was a HUGE challenge for me, thank you to @beskarandblasters for the open invite to participate and to @punkette1026 for lending a hand in the process of understanding my feelings towards this song and this story.
You can also find the story and some important notes in my AO3 -> IN MADNESS
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Also thank you to @beardedjoel for letting me rant about how much this song was not for me.
Act I: Petrichor Syndrome
Even in a different place, it always starts the same.
Sorrow, a chill in the air, the fog of early morning, and the heaviness of his body sinking into the mattress. The scent of damp earth, and cool wood against the soles of his feet when they touch the floor. He stands next to his borrowed bed for a moment and takes it all in, looking out into the Alaska wilderness from the panoramic window in one of the many guest bedrooms.
Itâs surprising, he thinks, how much a few million dollars can buy you. Surprising how much they can cost you too.
He swallows the bitter taste of pain and memory, of soft cinnamon skin and beautiful sparkling eyes that look away, full of regret. Itâs a razor gliding down his trachea, the memory of twisted metal and gunpowder, of a glass syringe hitting the pavement. Of how it was all his fault.Â
He takes a deep breath and looks away. He pretends not to think about it, about her, about them, aboutâŚHim. He pretends not to think about children crying in the middle of the night, about a punch to the face that split up the skin and left over an unhealable scar, about clear blue eyes, all-knowing that never looked on in reproach. He pretends not to think about the forgiveness he doesnât deserve.
A light blue suit hangs on the edge of the half-opened closet door, a pair of perfectly shined shoes peek out from his open suitcase, and a carefully folded Tommy Bahama shirt sits neatly on a chair because they all made a promise.
He avoids the man in the mirror as he goes through the motions of a morning routine drilled into him a long time ago, and he doesnât vomit out of sheer will. Thereâs lead in his stomach and a rattle shaking his bones.Â
And guilt.
Guilt, guilt, guilt.
He flinches at the grumbling sound of the promise of thunder, nearby enemy fire.
He shouldnât be here.
âAlaska?â Pope feels befuddled, dizzy, disoriented, and every adjective under the sun. Fucking ALASKA. He thought he was the only one with that, leaving , itch. He looks at Fish as if he just sprouted a second head out of his palm-tree-decorated short-sleeve-covered shoulder. Frankie smiles back at him, smooth and easy. Almost⌠Happy.
âYeah!â He chuckles, taking a sip from his lukewarm corona, Bennyâs fridge has been on the fritz for the past couple weeks, but hot beer is still beer, and Frank is still Frank. âLusa thinks itâll be good for the kids, you know? Nature, Community. She grew up thereâ The smile disappears. He looks away, to where Ben and Will are trying to get the grill going and then far away. His fingers reach up absentmindedly to scratch at his beard. Longer now, grayer. âAhĂ puedo volarâ, he whispers, almost too quietly.
âThatâs cool manâ Pope reaches out and pats his shoulder, firmly, just once. He lets his hand rest there, he ignores the way that he can almost feel bone. âI bet youâll love it there, get you a fishing boat, para que ese nombre tenga sentido! Finallyâ He chuckles, and when Frankie looks back the smile springs forth again. Itâs been so long since Pope last saw the spark in his eyes and the dimple on his cheek that he doesnât have to pretend not to notice theyâre not there anymore. Heâs forgotten.Â
There are streamers all over the backyard of the humble home the younger Miller still keeps, a handmade banner full of roughly drawn hearts and male genitalia surrounding his full name. SANTIAGO GARCIA. And a shiny red Ferrari in the garage. A not-so-well-kept secret.
A loud whoop startles them, and they both turn to see Benny and Will have managed to get the old rickety grill going, a huge dopey smile on Benâs face, his arms in the air, and a deep look of love and pride on his brotherâs face. âCome onâ, he says, slapping Frankieâs leg as he gets up from the old, worn lawn chair âLetâs go give me a proper goodbye this timeâ he laughs when Frankie groans and curses at the way his knees pop when he does the same.
This is a party, after all, a farewell celebration, a new mission, 2 years in the making.
A beautiful woman in Australia, still waiting for him.
A town like a cage finally left ajar. He has to go.
Act II: Fickle Food Upon a Shifting Plate
âGoddamnit!â he pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head back, the slime-like feeling of fluid dripping down his throat makes him gag to the verge of choking. He swallows and shuts his eyes as tightly as he can, trying to counteract the pulsing headache that has been keeping him awake.Â
Three days, two nights.Â
Too late.
Soft heather gray fabric is digging into the skin of his biceps. The bottom of the shirt flares up, un-tucked just above the waistband of his emerald-green suit pants as he stretches. Two sizes too small. And he remembers it so well, never saw this shirt again until today, folded neatly on a little decorative table just outside his assigned bedroom.
Japanese Cranes on a busy street.
Just one look at himself in it was all it took, blown out pupil almost matching back with his healthy eye. And he wanted to throw up so badly, actually thought he would. But no, Ha! Because his lifeâs just such a fucking joke, his brain starts leaking instead. So fucking funny. What he deserves.Â
Eat it up, Benny boy. His stomach turns again.Â
He opens his eyes and stares at a faint watermark on the ceiling. A body slumped against a trash can in the middle of the day. An interview cut short by a sucker punch. He lets go and looks down and straight ahead into the face of the liar who got what he had coming. The mirror laughs at him.
He was the one always supposed to make sure it was safe. First hit. All clear.Â
He promised he would be there.Â
He stares, like a challenge. Tall, blonde, tan.Â
Disfigured.Â
He wears the shirt.Â
Heâll never break a promise again.
Thereâs a fucking Marquee with his name on it, front and center. The main event.
BENNY âFIRST HITâ MILLER
He laughs out loud, arms stretching as far as they can go, shaggy blond hair curling at the edges of a backward cap as he turns around and stands under the sign âYeah! Look at this shit boooys!â Heâs smiling so hard his face hurts âYa boy boutâ to get richer! Hooah!â
âWhat have I said Benjaminâ Frankie shakes his head, arms crossed over his chest âNever count your monâŚâ Ben rolls his eyes and cuts him off â...money before itâs in your pocket. I know, I know. Just be happy for me old manâ He chuckles, slapping his shoulder once before slinging a long arm over his neck and pulling him close to his side. He stares at that face and notices that Frankie seems a little worn, a little tired. But his bodyâs strong after living like a lumberjack for the past 3 years, and his smile is wide, bright, and happy. Benny misses the dimple, but at least it reaches his eyes again if only slightly.Â
He misses the signs too, but only because he doesnât know to look for them. Frankieâs clean. Took all the steps, wrote all the letters, said all the sorries. Heâs happy and clean and flying again. There are wrinkles and white hair and nothing wrong at all. Not a single thing.
âCanât believe you actually did itâ His brotherâs voice is deep as he comes to a standstill right next to him, and Benny snaps out of it, throwing an arm around Will's shoulders too. He canât believe it either. Thirty-three years old, all the money he could dream of, a perfect house, a white picket fence. Eternal sunshine and peppermint-flavored holidays.
And that insatiable hunger, his name in shining lights, his face on TV sets.
His brothers in arms, in his arms.
He laughs. Itâs picture-perfect.
Interlude: The Use of Unnecessary Violence Has Been Approved
Afghanistan: Some time between getting the boot and becoming criminals.
Itâs Christmas day and theyâre deep in the suck, deployed to conduct âtraining exercisesâ and bogus drug busts in the third world. But they know the drill, the time has come, heavy footsteps are banging in the attic and their clocks are ticking.
They can all smell it coming a mile down the road. Smells like polyester, ribbons, and flaky lacquer-covered medals.Â
Forced retirement.Â
They know too much and have seen shit no one would ever believe. Theyâre too expensive , and this? This is a fucking vacation, theyâre just getting them out of the way, tucked into the furthest corner of the world they could find to send them to.
Mostly, itâs just fucking boring.
âAlright Benny, your turnâ, Catfish proclaims, grabbing a sand-eroded bicycle playing card and sticking it to his forehead, he can see one 3 and two eights, fucking lucky Millers. âWhat are we wearing, baby?â he throws 2 chips onto the makeshift plywood table. Bennyâs smile widens, and he slides half his chips into the pot.Â
âMighty Morphing Power Ranges, Mother fuckers!â He laughs, wide and happy and young, and why shouldnât he, at 25 years old heâs worn that heavy flag on his shoulder a loooooot less than the rest of âem. âAnd you better fucking cry too. LOUD . I want the whole fucking town starting rumors about how much we really shared overseasâ he winks and blows Pope a kiss.
Will snorts and calls it âIâm outâ he waves his hands over the whole thing and looks at his card, the 8 of spades, he snorts again taking a sip of his coffee, itâs a hundred degrees out and it tastes like ass, but he spent a good chunk of cash to get the fucking thing shipped over. âHow bout you Fish?â he asks, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and leaning back on his chair, letting the sunshine hit his face.Â
Frank looks at Popeâs 3 and Bennyâs 8, he bites his lip and throws two more chips in. âWant yâall GQ buttfucks wearing suitsâ He waits, Pope goes in big, a determined frown on his face, heâs on the hunt. âHawaiian shirtsâ He chuckles, picking a half-burned-out basuco cigarette off the rim of a can of lukewarm Pepsi, he picks at the peeling skin on a freckled shoulder and brings it up to his dry lips. âYeahâ, He nods, inhaling, the middle finger on his other hand pushing against the plastic card to hold it in place on his forehead. âHawaiian shirts and colored suits. Lu hates blackâ He speaks through the billowing smoke.Â
Menthol and cocaine.
He wins the pot 2 minutes later and they play another round. Pope wants quinceaĂąera dresses and Will... Will wants banana hammocks underneath Dress Blues.
They spend six months getting a nice tan and a sand rash. Trading photos of their girlfriends in various stages of nudity in exchange for 10 minutes of late-night internet access to mid-quality porn and the Food Network. They train during the day and spend their nights taking turns on the beat-up Panasonic, jerking off to a combination of Angela White solos and Rachel Khooâs simple pleasures half a foot away from each otherâs bunks.Â
They start faking Australian accents just for fun and learn how to cook French onion soup.
And⌠If push came to shove, they absolutely could pick out each otherâs dicks from a lineup.
Theyâre veterans, honorably Discharged by the time their ride back home hits American Aerospace.Â
Life is good. Kind of.
Act III: Spare Whatâs Failing
Heâs been up and ready since Zero Four Hundred .
Heâd woken up to green, red, and yellow hues in the early morning sky. Fifteen minutes to shower and shave, 15 more to get dressed. Ten buttons through ten button holes, Four knots on his shoe laces. One, single, curved palm tree on his shirt.
His suit is a deep plum color, three-piece, and heâs even put on a tie. He doesnât know what to do with his hands, so he goes over his checklist, one more time, taps each button, and pulls each strap. He makes sure there are no creases. His shoes are polished, his waistcoat pressed. He adds 4 buttons to the list and pulls at the hem to make it fit just right. Itâs armor. A uniform.
He throws the jacket on last. He steps forward out of the bathroom, and then back. One step, two steps, lights on, lights off, then on again. Itâs a practiced dance by now, back home.Â
Here though? Heâs thrown just a little off rhythm. Lights off. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. And heâs relaxed, heâs mindful and settled and calm. Heâs picked clean like carrion.
He steps away. The light stays off.
He should have stayed where he belonged.
He tucks the moment away in a tinny little box in the palace of his mind, and heâs not sure how much it helps, because he knows those numbers by heart too. One hundred and Thirty-two little boxes all lined up in rows. His childhood bedroom. His barracks dorm. A hastily built plywood container with four bunk beds in the middle of a desert storm. A house of cards and rained-soaked blood money.Â
The life they gave away. The life that came after.
Miami-Dade County Morgue.
He exhales. Light blue eyes hone in on a ticking clock.Â
A time bomb.
Zero Five Thirty. Thereâs nothing left.
Heâs empty.
âHolly shit Fish, another kid?â He leans forward, holding Frankâs phone as he stares at a photo of his friendâs two little boys holding a sonogram and hugging Lusa in front of a beautifully wild Alaska nature backdrop, he swipes right, and then itâs just a tiny round belly, Frankieâs hand interlocked with his wifeâs over it.
Thereâs a sharp whistle over his shoulder, and a heavy hand falling on his back âWoah! Ironhead, Who you got knocked up?!â A chuckle followed by loud whoops and hugs. âThatâs my wife, pendejo!â Frankie smiles, and Will sees that dimple for the first time in what feels like a lifetime (6 years, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days). He thinks itâs ironic that it should be Pope who brings it back.
He snatches the phone out of Willâs hand and swipes to the next photo, a perfect silhouette of a very obviously naked and very heavily pregnant Lu âFor real? Que le paso al bebe nuevo?â Will snorts, sitting back against the cushioned bench in their favorite booth. âThe new babyâs six years old manâ, he takes a sip out of the beer Benny sets down in front of his face. Fish points a finger at him confirming this information is true. They havenât seen Santi in almost 5 years, and Frank only does his Florida/Alaska run every 6 months.
This night is special.
âSo youâre back for good huh?â Pope nods and takes the beer offered to him in his hand âYeah, she just packed her shit and told me it was over and⌠well Australia fucking sucksâ he smiles âBut, enough about me. Whatâs going on with you?â he asks, pointing a thumb towards his right side âBenny boy hereâs a big boy fighter now, Fishâs flying and doing to his part to overpopulate Juneauâ He leans back, and gulps down half his beer in one go âWhatâs going on in Iron headâs world? You still doing your part for Uncle Sam?â
And Will, well, he notices things. Deflection for one, the pain in Santiagoâs eyes, the wavering in his smile. And he notices other things too, the shaking in Frankieâs hand as he lifts his own pint, the new tattoo down his forearm.Â
The pink spots around his knuckles.
Thereâs a prickling in his stomach, and goosebumps on the back of his neck, and he should say something, anything but heâs not really sure that thereâs something there. Heâs not sure of many things âNot anymoreâ he replies, shaking his head.
They drink and they donât really talk much. Frankie shows them more photos, Lusa, the kids, the huge fucking cabin-slash-mansion in the middle of the woods, Regina⌠his seaplane. Heâs happy.Â
They all are, they smile and drink and smoke and Benny shows off, Pope gets drunk, and Frankie disappears into the bathrooms for a good 20 minutes. Will hesitates.
They have good lives.Â
Theyâre all good liars.
Act IV: Dead Man
At 7 a.m. on the dot, three doors open simultaneously.
Three men look up. A Mexican standoff, too scared to be the first to step up, too scared to be the last one. Blue, Green, Purple. They stare at each other for what feels like a little too long, canât look into the otherâs eyes.
Shame, Self-loading, Fear.Â
A sadness so deep it pours over them, dampening their bones. Thereâs thunder now, the promise fulfilled, threatening rain. thereâs a chill in the air and the sound of their combined breath only makes their discomfort all the more obvious. They havenât REALLY been together in almost 4 years. Too busy, too famous, too⌠damaged.
Too selfish.
Thereâs a sigh, a hard sniffle. âCome onâ Benâs voice is deep and soft as he pulls his bedroom door closed and limps his way down the hallway, he doesnât wait for them to follow him, but he can feel them right there, behind, to the right of him, to the left of him. They walk into battle again, towards the worst promise they ever broke. Towards whatâs left of the man they left behind.
Three phones went unanswered, and three voicemails were heard too late. Three men, almost strangers, identified the same face. And now, here they are, in missing man formation, marching to the last goodbye.
And itâs funny how they were trained in brutishness, to victimize, in savagery, to terrorize. they learned inadequacy and became murderers. And they forgot along the way what it should have meant. They never learned to save each other properly, because that skill was not of use.
A dead man is waiting for them.Â
And this time they will be there.
âFish is deadâ
Thatâs the first thing Ben remembers when he opens his eyes, everything is blurry, and the light is too bright. Thereâs a headache splitting his brain apart. He tries to breathe and starts to choke. Loud beeping noises start firing all at once, heâs thrashing against restraints, half his body feels like itâs not there and shadows are hovering over him, pulling and tugging and asking him to cough and telling him to âPlease calm down sir⌠youâre okâ
A week in a coma. His career is gone. His brother on the phone, urgently, in the middle of his weight-in, three words.Â
He doesnât lock his eyes back on his opponent fast enough. One second too late.
His world crumbles.
Police have been waiting for him to wake up because they found his name and number tattooed on the back of a John Doeâs shoulder. And it makes sense now that when theyâd wheeled him out Santiago was there, Benâs tattoo has HIS name and number on it.
Will has Frank's. They all have Will's.
Santiago has contacts, he knows people and after they ID the body he manages to get his hands on the coronerâs report. The scene photos. It feels⌠surreal.
A big man, made small. Sitting hunched over on a bench, held up by a trash can, in the middle of South Beach, a fist clenched tight, a needle stuck between his knuckles, a shattered glass syringe at his feet.
Three voice mails, and then six, and then nine. They all start the same.
âHey itâs Frankieâ
Havenât seen you in a while⌠We should get together⌠Iâm in town, need to talkâŚ
Too busy, too famous, too scared.
Pope handles the cops, Will handles the ARMY, and Ben⌠Ben spends 3 months in Rehab learning how to become human again. Once itâs all over, Lusa and the kids get a flag and a check.Â
And the 4 of them take their last flight together.
Epilogue
 âWhat you depart from is not the way.â
                                         Ezra Pound.
Francisco Morales knows heâs going to die.Â
He knows how, when, and as he sits on that bench at 12:01 a.m. he findsâŚÂ Where . And itâs not like it was planned down to a T or anything. No, he left some wiggle room. There wasnât enough space to contain them.
He was happy, donât get him wrong, he was. Had everything a man like him could want, a beautiful wife, a beautiful house, and three beautiful children. A beautiful life. It was too bad though, that he had been dead for a decade, his body moving forward, the machine still running.
His soul had gone, long ago. In the middle of the jungle with his finger on the trigger. He was no more.
He looks out into the ocean, deep and dark, and vast. Cleansing. The neon glow of orange, red, and blue lights on the strip, the far-away sounds of life, the palm trees swaying in the breeze. It feels right. Heâs come home.
He takes a deep breath, that warmth of the air, the scent of coconut tanning oil and stale beer, he thinks of blue eyes, dark hair, and a dopey smile. He thinks of the days before when they had dreams of pride, and the days during, grueling heat and scorching sand, a clear mission. And he thinks of the days⌠after.
Zero Three Hundred
He pops the cap off on the last weapon heâll ever hold, clenches his fist tight, and finds a vein.
He pulls the trigger.
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chance encounters | pt. 1
character(s): Benny Miller, fem!Reader, (very) brief cameos from the rest of the Triple Frontier boys at the end
summary: You've lost your way after losing your best friend in a tragic car accident. So, you go back to the one sport that makes you feel closer to him.
word count: 1.9k
a/n: This story is very personal to me and pulled from some real-life experiences (maybe not exactly, but still). I know I said I wouldn't write anything within this time period with April being such a very emotional month for me, but I've found that this story is actually helping me through my grief. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading đŤś
warnings: very brief mentions of grief (which will be a reoccurring warning)
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âBenny Miller. Iâm the owner and potentially, your coach,â the man says with a charming smile. Heâs tall, broad, built, and you canât help but notice his deep blue eyes. Thereâs a sense of comfort that you feel when you look at him. Heâs dressed in red shorts and a white t-shirt with a dark cap placed backwards on his head and you can see the dark blonde curls peeking out from underneath it. âWelcome to Miller MMA Gym.âÂ
âHi,â you finally respond, saying your name to introduce yourself. Your hand grips the strap of your duffle bag that was placed over your shoulder. You feel slightly out of your element even though this is your comfort zone. Fighting is your comfort zone.Â
âNice to meet you. Let me give you a tour of the gym and then we can sit down and go over your goals and everything else. Sound good?â
âThat sounds good,â you repeat. âThanks.âÂ
Benny spends the next twenty minutes giving you a tour of his gym and you can tell just from the sound of his voice that he loves this sport and he has put a lot of thought into creating a gym where he can share with other like minded people. There are black mats in the entirety of the building with thick, red outlines at the edges. There are about seven heavy bags lined up along the wall with an octagon cage towards the back of the building. The gym is small, cozy, and it makes you feel like itâs a place where you belong.Â
âThis is a really nice gym you got, Benny.âÂ
âI know itâs not as big as other MMA gyms. We donât have all the fancy equipment, the extra free weights, but I like that itâs small. Plus, I donât just let anyone train here.â
âOh?â you ask, brow arching. âSo, Iâm guessing this is a bit like a consultation?â
Benny nods. âI want to make sure weâre a good fit. This sportâŚâ he sighs. âI want people who are dedicated, who will push themselves to the limit, you know? I donât want to waste your time and I certainly donât want you to waste mine.âÂ
âMakes sense,â you agree.
He removes his sandals and steps onto the mat. You follow him and set your duffle bag down, your feet touching the cushioned mats and your gently bounce on your toes before you sit down in front of him.
âHow long have you trained for?âÂ
âNever actually had a coach or joined a gym like this, if Iâm being honest. My best friend,â you sigh shakily. âHe used to fight, was an amateur though. He taught me everything I know and always encouraged me to pick up the sport too.â
âSo, what changed?â
âHe died.âÂ
Benny offers you a solemn look. He bites the inside of his cheek and nods. He knows grief all too well and he had known the minute you stepped into his gym that there was something lingering within you, something that you wanted to keep hidden. âIâm sorry.â
You shrug. You had grown tired of hearing that. Why would they be sorry? What could they even do about it? It simply frustrated you. âAnyway, fightingâs always been something I felt comfortable doing and I donât want to join an MMA gym where itâs all ego and trying to one-up one another.â
âIâm glad you said that,â Benny adds. âIâve been to gyms like that and I fuckinâ hate it. I mean, weâre all there because we love the same sport. It can get competitive and sparring can get really bad⌠Which is why I like doing these consultations before even making a commitment with someone. I donât want my gym to be like those.âÂ
You nod, the corner of your lips lifting only slightly, but as quickly as it rose, it drops. You always had to catch yourself whenever you felt an ounce of happiness or relief. It didnât feel fair. It didnât feel right to be happy when your best friend was gone.Â
âWell, I want to fight, Benny. Competitively. I donât know if I can even make it, but I want to try. Fighting is where I feel most at home.âÂ
Benny smiles. You see his blue eyes light up. Then, he reaches his hand back out to you. âWell then, welcome aboard. Iâd love to have you, and Iâd love to train you and be your coach.âÂ
The happiness flutters in your stomach and you force yourself to ignore it. You donât smile at him, but your eyes - your eyes have always been so expressive. Your eyes soften when you look up at him, tears threatening to spill over, and you reach out to shake his hand. âIâd love that, Coach.âÂ
âWelcome to the team,â he grins. âLetâs see what you got.â
â
An hour and a half later and youâre dripping with sweat. Youâre leaning back against one corner of the octagon, knees close to your chest as you rest your arms over them, trying to catch your breath. Benny didnât waste any time assessing your abilities, but you welcomed the distraction and for the last hour and a half, you hadnât thought about your best friend.Â
âWe got one more round,â Benny calls out. âGet back up, letâs go.âÂ
You let out a deep breath and nod, standing. You shake your arms to loosen them, feeling the fatigue slowly begin to settle in. You glance at the time and see it begin to count down. Once the round begins, the sound of a buzzer filters the small gym and immediately, you bring your hands to cover your face, standing in an orthodox fighterâs stance.Â
Benny holds out the pads and calls out the following combinations:
Left jab, cross, left hook!Â
Double jab, cross!
Right front kick, double left round kick!
Throughout the round, youâre moving in the cage, staying light on your feet and never crossing them. You donât even notice the way Bennyâs smiling down at you, so proudly and full of hope.Â
âAlright, thirty seconds left!â Benny calls out. He notices how locked in you are, how focused, and he hasnât seen someone as motivated in a first session as you. It gives him hope that youâre actually serious about competing.Â
Left jab, right body kick!Â
1-2 punch, left hook, right body kick!Â
Again!Â
By the time the round ends and the buzzer fills your ears, youâre breathing heavily, sweat dripping down your temples and the sides of your neck.Â
âHoly shit,â Benny chuckles. âYouâre amazing.â
âMy stamina is shit,â you say breathlessly.Â
âWeâll work on that,â he smiles. âGreat job today.âÂ
You remove your gloves and sit back down, leaning against the same corner of the octagon as you begin to unwrap your hands. You see the initials on your wraps and youâre brought back to reality. You bring your hands to stroke your dampened hair back and away from your face, redoing the hair tie to pull your hair into a tighter ponytail.Â
âThat wasâ It felt like home,â you admit, looking up at him.
Benny chuckles and extends a hand for you. You take it and stand up, following him out of the octagon. âIâm excited about you, about this partnership. I think youâre gonna be great.â
You look at the time and realize that itâs already way past the normal business hours and quickly, you grab your duffle bag. âI didnât mean to keep you here longer than you needed to be. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât sweat it,â Benny says softly then adds, âI just realized we didnât get to the paperwork side of things.âÂ
âI can come in tomorrow,â you say, draping the strap of the duffle bag over your shoulder. âAnd however much it is, Iâll pay it up front.â
Bennyâs eyes widen. âWhoa, whoa, waitââ
âIâm serious about this, Benny. Thereâs nothing I want more than to fight and Iâm willing to do whatever it takes to do that.âÂ
âOkay, tomorrow morning. Ten oâclock sound good?â
âSounds great.â You shake his hand once more and he leads the both of you out of his gym. You look up at the sound of another manâs voice and see three other men - all of different statures - greet Benny with a smile. You donât spend another second sparing each of them a glance, just now wanting to get home.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow,â Benny calls out. âAnd I think Iâve got a great nickname for you.â
You toss your duffle back into the trunk of your car and shut it closed. You look over at Benny and notice all four men staring at you, but Bennyâs the only one grinning. The other three, you notice, are staring at you with a look of hesitancy and curiosity. You take note that Bennyâs the taller out of the four, but thereâs another one thatâs only a few inches shorter. Heâs just as broad and built, the same blue eyes, but hair much shorter and slightly lighter. Then, your eyes veer off to the other two, your eyes lingering on one man in particular with a Standard Heating Oil cap placed atop of his curls. The other man standing next to him is the shortest, but he has just as big of a presence as Benny. His hair is greyer, but you have to wonder if itâs due to stress or if heâs much older than the rest of the group.Â
âA nickname is too soon, donât you think? You donât really know me yet, Benny.â
Benny shrugs. âLetâs just call it a gut feeling.â
âOkay, so whatâs the nickname?âÂ
âThe Warrior,â he grins.Â
You chuckle. You actually let out a laugh and for months, you had almost forgotten what it was like to laugh. Itâs ironic really, almost like your best friend was taunting you from even beyond the grave. He had always called you his little warrior after everything you had been through and how you had never given up, always willing to fight your way through difficult hardships. But now⌠Now you canât even imagine fighting your way out of this grief that has taken over your life.Â
Benny then looks over at his friends, not realizing that he had forgotten to introduce them to you. âWe can talk it over. Iâm open to other nicknames, but it just seems right for you.âÂ
âWeâll see, Benny.âÂ
âBy the way, these are myââ
âIâll see you tomorrow, Coach.â You interrupt him, not bothering to spare another glance at the other three men. You climb into your car and start it immediately, pulling out of the parking lot without another look at Benny or his friends.Â
Benny turns to his friends and shrugs. âSheâs got potential,â he begins. âI think she can make it big.â
âYou say that about almost everyone, Ben,â Santiago chuckles. âIs she usually that⌠standoffish?â
âShe just lost her best friend,â Benny sighs.Â
âDamn,â Frankie mumbles.Â
âAnd you think that itâs a good idea that she fights?â Will asks. âEmotions and all of thatââ
âI think she needs this,â Benny admits. âAnd we all know how it is to lose someone close to us.â
âDoes sheââ Frankie sighs. âDoes she have anyone else to rely on?âÂ
Again, Benny shrugs. âI just met her a few hours ago, but something tells me that she might be alone.â
âFuck,â Santiago adds. âWell, is she any good?â
Benny nods. âLike I said, I think she can make it big.âÂ
âWell, whatever you need, weâll be here,â Will says, clasping a hand over his younger brotherâs shoulder. âNow, should we all get out of here and go get some drinks?âÂ
Santiago grins. âYeah, letâs.â He nods in Frankieâs direction and adds, âVamanos.â
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when writing enemies to lovers, how to I avoid the trope of âhes mean to me but itâs okay because he likes meâ and make the mmc redeemable after being mean, because so far all I have is have her be just as bad đ (I donât know if I worded that right)
Redeeming The Bad Boy Character
Drop Subtle Hints of Redeemability
Okay. Rule Number 1 for romance heroes: They need to be LOVABLE. Full stop.Â
Before you start coming up with possible justifications, place the actions of your bad boy on the emotional balancing scale of your girl. Do his real feelings shine through the meanness on the surface?
What readers usually DONâT want to see redeemed is:
Outright lying/manipulating the girlÂ
Being obsessive and controllingÂ
Physical/emotional bullying (i.e. stuff that real bullies would do)
âCrossing the lineâ: This will depend on character - like insulting a disabled sister the girl character feels super protective towards (like NO PLEASE NO)
Even if the âenemyâ phase of your romance is meant to be intense, your bad boy needs to display âgoodness of heartâ. This is easy if youâre switching POVs or 3rd person omniscient where you can show him secretly beating himself in regret, trying to make up with her behind her back although she doesnât know, etc.Â
Even if youâre doing the girlâs 1st person POV, drop subtle hints that the guy character isnât as mean as the girl is made to believe:
Him having the reputation with friends/teachers/neighbors for being kindÂ
Him being awarded in school for good deeds
The girlâs friend telling her stories about how the guy actually seems nice. If this is a YA setting, you can even get away with explicit comments like, âmaybe youâre judging him too hardâ, etc.Â
A good example is Bryce in <Flipped>:
Bryce is an innately shy middle schooler who finds himself inadvertently influenced by his toxic dad, who looks down on the girl (Juli) and her family.Â
By flipping over to Bryceâs POV, his reluctance for the âmeanâ things heâs done is revealed (heâs kinda scared of his dad + heâs never been taught better)
Eventually, Bryce grows up and learns to treat Juli better.Â
If youâre going to use family history/backstory as justification, remember:
The backstory doesnât justify anything by just existing. Thatâs called an excuse.Â
The bad boy needs to have a point of realization and grow up, moving away from his dark past into the light, towards the love interest.Â
Misunderstanding
Another way to redeem a bad boy character is to shift some blame on the female character too. In fact, every story has two sides - the girl has her own goals and biases.Â
For example:
Academic or workplace rivals: since the girl has to compete with him, she will tend to take offhand comments offensively, etc.Â
A third person badmouthing the buy deliberately to the girl
The girl overhearing the guy saying something bad about her (which wasnât in fact the case) and being determined to not like anything he does after
Make Him SufferÂ
If you want to give your girl some backbone, just make her fight back! âFighting backâ can be in different forms:
Ignoring the guy outright
Just giving her another potential love interest who treats her betterÂ
She literally correcting him with awesome logic and maturity that make him shut up
She crying (either out of madness or sadness), then proceeding to avoid him actively
Write about how your bad boy will eventually realize his mistakes and come around after he takes a real blow. Think about why your bad boy is being mean in the first place: itâs to get her attention. Tit-for-tat can work for female characters who have some teeth, but doing the same things he does would mean that she IS giving him attention, which ironically fulfills his initial motives.Â
Personally, I think the best way to âfight backâ is to no longer give him the attention, hinting that the girl wishes to move on from this unhelpful relationship status. This will set off warning signs in the MMCâs head that if he doesnât change his ways, she would be gone for good.Â
The point is, if your girl cannot tolerate something, you canât make her sit around. If your boy is mean and immature, she needs to be the one to take the mature step - and walk away.
Apologizing in the Other Characterâs Style
What the MMC will need to do to gain the girlâs attention back will depend on what she thinks, but this will often involve:
Explaining his true motivations/resolving the misunderstanding
A genuine apologyÂ
Spending some time apart during which he can reflect and make up to herÂ
Undoing the damage, if this is possible
If sheâs been just as bad as him on occasions, make her reciprocate the apology! Re-establish healthy boundaries that didnât exist before, and show how they stick to it.Â
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Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.
Common Scenery Description Tips
Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesnât have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:
How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and âsmiling downâ upon the character if theyâre out for a light stroll.
How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?
Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells
(If you have the POV character) whatÂ
Some other tips for setting description:
Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader.Â
Mention story-specific elements. For example, âThe sky was the shade of Zoesâ eyesâ or âthe mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one anotherâÂ
Be concise. Todayâs readers donât want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on.Â
If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once.Â
That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:
Forests/Mountains
Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray
Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering
Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose Â
Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned
Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit
Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling
Mountains having faces, etc.Â
Seas
Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise
Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous
Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic
Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating
Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting
Deserts
Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek
Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of oneâs own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs
Smell: Arid air, dust, oneâs own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion
Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothesâŚ
Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger
Streets
Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail
Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady
The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.
The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.
The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.
In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.
Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.
Parties
Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:
Focus on the important characters - where they are, who theyâre with.Â
Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details.Â
Donât try to describe everything.Â
whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.
It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.
The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.
Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.
It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.
Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.
The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.
Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.
The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.
It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.
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Could I ask for tips on how to write kisses?
Writing The Perfect Kiss Scene
#1 Find the RIGHT moment
We all know what I mean! The "zing" when the character's faces are get close enough must come unexpected (but) when both of them are looking for romance/comfort.
For example:
Tripping over each other in the hallway
Person A covering their face with their hands and Person B prying them off, their eyes meeting...
Sitting next to each other in the library, elbows touching, and they happen to turn around to face each other...
Find a natural way to bring your characters the romantic atmosphere!
#2 Noticing the Other Person
It's natural to to see someone in a different way when there's romantic vibe pulsating in the air. Maybe your character notices that their crush has a speck of green in their eyes they didn't notice before.
#3 Build Ups
Describe how the characters feel moments before their lips touch. This includes things like racing hearts, sweaty palms, unsteady breathing. etc.
#4 Feeling all Self-Conscious
If you're writing a first-person POV or want to portray the nervous excitement of kissing a love interest for the first time, you can afford to have your character be distracted by how they feel inside, or worrying about how they smell/look, etc.
Maybe they feel like it's too early in the relationship to kiss
They're still thinking about that annoying math problem
Did I apply my new cherry-flavored chapstick? etc.
This should come in the same beat as the "notice the other person", heightening the romance tension between the characters.
Once they get closer and the kiss actually happens, these worries will melt away!
#4 Describing the Details
In most cases, it's best to keep things understated (especially in regards to tongues)
tongues cannot "tangle" or "battle" or "swish around"...please, no.
Focus on the lips and how the characters move (like hugging, pushing the other against a wall, breathing, etc.), adding the tongue as an afterthought.
Don't get too exicted about taste.
No, her tongue didn't taste like fresh roses and peaches, unless she was eating peach candy right before the kiss.
Focus on other sensations other than taste: especially touch, heat. the tickle of his breath on her cheekc, etc. Or even the smell of shampoo.
#5 The Pullaway + Reaction
Does the kiss end naturally, or does something else interrupt them?
How do the characters react: do they blush, say something, hug he other person, or run away with a deep blush? For couples, they can even tease the other.
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whats up?? would you mind giving prompts for âmovementâ? take for example: âShe walks over to the boyâ. Instead of saying âShe walksâ, i would like something more creative?
Synonyms for "Walk"
stroll
saunter
amble
trudge
plod
march
stride
wander
ramble
advance
make one's way
traipse
prowl
skip
Synonyms for "run"
dart
sprint
rush
dash
hurry
scurry
scuttle
charge
gallop
bound
fly
scamper
sprint
race
jog
trot
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Can you please share some words to use instead of "Look", I really struggle with that, it's always "She looked at him in shock" or "He looked at her with a smile". I know there's "Gazed" and "Glanced" but I wanted some advice to use "Look" less
Words To Use Instead of "Look"
Words Closest in Meaning (w diff connotations!):
stare
eye
study
behold
glimpse
peek
glance
notice
observe
inspect
regarding
view
review
look-see
get an eyeful
peer
give the eye
eyeball
size up
size up
check out
examine
contemplate
scan
recognize
sweep
once-over
judge
watch
glare
consider
spot
scrunitize
gaze
gander
ogle
yawp
Other (more fancy) words:
glimmer
sntach
zero in
take stock of
poke into
mope
glaze
grope
rummage
frisk
probe
rivet
distinguish
witness
explore
gloat
scowl
have a gander
comb
detect
surveillance
squint
keeping watch
rubberneck
pout
bore
slant
ignore
audit
pipe
search
note
speculation
simper
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Words to Use Instead Of...
Beautiful
stunning
gorgeous
breath-taking
lovely
jaw-dropping
pretty
glowing
dazzling
exquisite
angelic
radiant
ravishing
excellent
ideal
sightly
wonderful
elegant
bewitching
captivating
mesmerizing
enthralling
magnetic
impressive
tasteful
charming
desirable
enchanting
Interesting
stricking
unusual
appealing
absorbing
srresting
gripping
riveting
alluring
amusing
exceptional
fascinating
impressive
provocative
prepossessing
exotic
readable
refreshing
entrancing
exceptional
Good
honest
upright
dutiful
enthical
pure
guiltless
lily-white
reputable
righteous
tractable
obedient
incorrupt
respectable
honorable
inculpable
irreprehensible
praiseworthy
well-behaved
uncorrupted
irreproachable
Awesome
wondrous
amazing
out-of-this-world
phenomenal
remarkable
stunning
fascinating
astounding
awe-inspiring
extraordinary
impressive
incredible
mind-blowing
mind-boggling
miraculous
stupendous
Cute
endeaing
adorable
lovable
sweet
lovely
appealing
engaging
delightful
darling charming
enchanting
attractive
bonny
cutesy
adorbs
dear
twee
Shy
modest
sel-effacing
sheepish
timid
way
reserved
unassured
skittish
chary
coy
hesitant
humble
introverted
unsocial
bashful
awkward
apprehensive
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words to use when writing
Appetite:
craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal
Arouse:
agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up
Assault:
attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound
Beautiful:Â
admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting
Brutal:
atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild
Burly:
able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed
Carnal:
animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean
Dangerous:
alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous
Dark:
atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched
Delicious:
enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty
Ecstasy:
delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled
Ecstatic:
delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild
Erotic:
amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing
Gasp:
catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, windedÂ
Heated:
ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous
Hunger:
appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst
Hungry:
avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting
Intense:
forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous
Liquid:
damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping
Lithe:
agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry
Moan:
beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl
Moving:
(exciting,) affecting, effective arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling
Need:
compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen
Pain:Â
ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart
Painful:
aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded
Perverted:Â
aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vileÂ
Pleasurable:
charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent
Pleasure:
bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heavenÂ
Rapacious:
avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering
Rapture:
bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy
Rigid:
adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering
Sudden:
abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning
Thrust:
(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel
(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick
Thunder-struck:
amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken abackÂ
Torment:
agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe
Touch:
(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrapÂ
(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize
Wet:
bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water
Wicked:
abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched
Writhe:Â
agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yankÂ
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How to show emotions
Part IV
How to show bitterness
tightness around their eyes
pinched mouth
sour expression on their face
crossed arms
snorting angrily
turning their eyes upward
shaking their head
How to show hysteria
fast breathing
chest heaving
trembling of their hands
weak knees, giving in
tears flowing down their face uncontrollably
laughing while crying
not being able to stand still
How to show awe
tension leaving their body
shoulders dropping
standing still
opening mouth
slack jaw
not being able to speak correctly
slowed down breathing
wide eyes open
softening their gaze
staring unabashingly
How to show shame
vacant stare
looking down
turning their head away
cannot look at another person
putting their head into their hands
shaking their head
How to show being flustered
blushing
looking down
nervous smile
sharp intake of breath
quickening of breath
blinking rapidly
breaking eye contact
trying to busy their hands
playing with their hair
fidgeting with their fingers
opening mouth without speaking
Part I + Part IIÂ +Â Part III
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How to show emotions
Part III
How to show disappointment
swallowing hard
low, monotone voice
clucking their tongue
rubbing their face
shaking head
clenching hands
sighing
frowning
pursing of the lips
slumped shoulders
looking away
scowling
How to show relief
exhaling deeply
tension in their face going away
closing eyes for a moment
tentative smile
eyes brightening up
small giddy laughter
putting hand on their breast
joyfully tearing up
looking up
How to show desire
gaze dropping down to the other's lips
opening mouth slightly
small smile around the eyes
eyes widening
pupils dilating
biting lips
following them with their eyes
inhaling deeply
licking lips
How to show tiredness
closing eyes
slowly opening them again
long sighs
yawning
no eye contact
head lolling to the side
closed mouth, neither smile nor scowl
not moving a lot
doing everything slower
staring off into the near distance
How to show confidence
prolonged eye contact
nodding to show they are listening
putting their shoulders back
holding head high
leaning forward
standing tall
smiling openly
Part I + Part II + Part IV
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Part II
How to show happiness
big smile
eyes going wide
corners of the mouth going up
showing teeth
squealing
speaking rapidly
laugh lines appearing
smiling
being animated
direct eye contact
How to show sadness
shoulders slumped
looking down
turning head away
frowning
not seeing properly anymore
slow movements
corners of the mouth going downwards
quivering lips
eyes filled with tears
running nose
breathing fitfully
How to show disgust
wrinkled nose
gagging
eyes narrowing
no eye contact
upper lip pulled up
How to show fear
wide eyes
heart pounding
feeling paralyzed
shaking / clammy hands
trying to close eyes
open mouth
heavy breathing
cold and clammy hands
clenched hands
tensing up
eyesbrows going together
trying to look for an exit
How to show surprise
raised eyebrows
jaw going slack
open mouth
eyes widening
gasp
How to show frustration
groaning
rolling eyes
throwing arms in the air
pacing up and down
huffing
tapping your foot
tapping your fingers
crossing your arms
stomping
checking watch
More: Part I + Part III + Part IV
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Part I
How to show annoyance
slightly shaking their head
rolling their eyes
looking to the side
closing their eyes for a moment
sighing
taking a deep breath
clucking their tongue
huffing
crossing their arms in front of their chest
tapping their foot
How to show hurt
turning away
avoiding eye contact
closing eyes
lips pressed together
eyes filled with tears
breathing deeply
How to show anger
clenching their fists
pressing their lips on each other
breathing loudly through their nose
eyes getting smaller
clenching their teeth
clenching their jaw
looking away to calm themselves
speaking with clenched teeth
whole body is tense
screaming
throwing things around
stomping
moving around a lot, canât keeping still
open body language, like they are ready to attack
frown wrinkles on their forehead
prominent veins
grabbing someone they are angry with to get them to understand why they are angry
becoming violent
non-stop talking, ranting
shaking their head
throwing their arms in the air
eyes either going from one point to another while ranting or completely fixating on the person they are angry with
How to show excitement
jumping up and down
not being able to stand still
clapping their hands
bright eyes
grinning
squealing
giggling
flushed face
bouncing
dilated pupils
tapping their foot
How to show boredom
biting nails
leg bouncing
sighing
playing with everything close by
twiddling your thumbs
spinning around
grumbling
staring into the distance
propping your head on your hand
Part II + Part III + Part IV
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