#Santi x Gabi

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First of all, let me say that I L O V E The Ale Wife, I think I read it more than 10 times. About this world, do you have any blurbs or ideas about how Santi meet Gabi?

A blurb is not a bad idea! And I apologize that it took me so long to reply to this, things have been crazy. But in a good way! 👍🧡

Santi and Gabi met at a concert while the guys were between deployments. Both had gone with other groups of people but ended up leaving together, and never let go of each other again after that. The heartbreaker became a smitten kitten almost instantly.

#The Alewife #Santiago Garcia #Santi x Gabi

[dinsdjrn]

Congratulations on your milestone, sweetheart!!! 💜💜💜

How about: Frankie, fluff, 20/P?

i had so much fun with this one tysm lucy i hope you enjoy the fluff!!

you that i hold onto | f. morales | 1.3k

frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader

prompt: frankie, "it's always been you", singing together/slow dancing

summary: frankie has a past, but you are his future (aka: slow dancing and admission)

warnings: 18+, insecurity, fluff ❤️

a/n: im putting this in the same universe as parts we rearrange and you can't stop me :)))

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You have always loved weddings. Granted most weddings you had attended didn’t also involve your partner's ex. You knew she would be here when you accepted the invitation, her best friend was marrying your partner's chosen brother. Frankie had always kept in touch with Gabi, his ex-girlfriend. Of course they kept in touch, they have a daughter together who he would take every other weekend. 

You and Frankie had been together for almost a year now and you admired how kind and gentle of a father and coparent he was. He wanted to make sure his daughter grew up in the healthiest way possible, whether or not her parents were together. It wasn’t her fault she was born to two people not right for one another, but she wouldn’t be loved any less for it. 

You and Gabi had met on occasion but never for more than a few minutes at a time. This was the longest you had been in the same room as her, it was also the most you had seen her and Frankie interact. 

You weren’t going to lie, they moved with one another like a river around a rock. As if they had known each other their whole lives and could anticipate the other's next step. You saw why they were together for so long, they could communicate with just a look. You weren’t one to be envious or insecure, but it was hard to feel confident when the love of your life would always be so connected to someone who he looked so right with. 

You knew there wasn’t any regret from either of them in their break up. They were ancient history, but being here and watching them you couldn’t help but wonder. You didn’t know anyone at the wedding super well either, it made it hard to not feel insecure just generally. You normally were very calm and collected, usually helping Frankie through his personal struggles with his mental health. You didn’t want to put your irrational anxieties on him, this was his best friend's wedding. 

Your own insecurities would be alleviated by morning, so you would fake wanting to be here until you made it to the end of the night. 

The reception was well underway at this point in the evening. A few songs had played since the first dance and the cake was being prepared to be cut. You had mostly been sitting at the table nursing your glass of wine from dinner, but Frankie and Santi had pulled you to the dance floor for ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. Just as you were getting ready to take your leave from the dance floor, the music slowed and Taylor Swift’s ‘Lover’ began playing over the speaker. 

“Dance with me, cariño,” Frankie said, putting his arms around your waist. 

You nodded in response and rested your forearms on his shoulders, hands around his neck. 

“You alright? I feel like I’ve barely seen you tonight?” He whispered softly into your ear as you swayed to the music. 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to be here, Fish.” 

“But what is running through that anxious head of yours hermosa,” You went to deny it. “And don’t tell me nothing; I can read you like a book,”

You sighed, rolling your eyes fondly at him. “You’re annoying you know,“ you said resting your head on his shoulder hoping he’d drop it. 

“Please cariño, look at me?” You moved to meet his gaze. “What is it?”

“There’s just a lot of history here that I’m not a part of, and that’s okay. Obviously we had lives before each other, but…” you trailed. 

“But?” His gaze softened. 

“It’s hard not to wonder what your life would have been like with her. You two still get along so well, all that history, it’s intimidating,” Your gaze shifts away from him, embarrassed to even be thinking this. 

You know Frankie loves you, you know all of the guys love you and you know why they broke up all those years ago. Even knowing all of this it's hard not to see how handsome of a couple they would have once been; how well they fall into a rhythm with one another. 

“Oh, mi amor,” He spoke softly. 

He pulled you into him, bringing you closer, you hugged your arms around his neck and he inhaled deeply. He hummed along to the song as you swayed slowly together on the dance floor. 

“I didn’t know you were a Taylor Swift fan, Francisco,” You smiled as you rested your head against his shoulder. 

“Only for you,” He said, rubbing your back lightly. You knew he didn’t really know what to say to your admission, but you’d gotten used to Frankie saying more with his actions. 

You continued to sway softly to the music with Frankie. As you swayed you couldn’t focus on him, or anything really, your heart was heavier than you’d like to admit. 

“Frankie?” You looked up at him.

“Hmm?” He hummed in reply. 

“I think I’m going to head back to the room after this, to give everyone time to catch up with one another. Okay?” You smiled. 

“No,” He said looking directly into your eyes, his gaze was soft and concerned. 

“It’s totally fine Fish, I just feel out of pl-,”

“No.” He interrupted, raising his eyebrows at you. 

“I need you here, I can’t do the formal shit without you by my side,” He said. 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I mean it cariño, you keep me grounded. You support me, make me confident, give me strength to face my past. I wish I had met you sooner, I wish life had brought me to you before anyone else,” He said the truth radiating from his words. 

You smiled at him, tears welling up in your eyes. Frankie’s love language had always been physical touch, he wasn’t one to speak romantically often. When he did though you fell in love all over again. When he could find the words, they were always the right ones. 

“You’re it for me, my beginning, my middle, my end. You know I often can't find the right words to say, but I love you. Eres mío para siempre, you are my forever.” 

You had stopped swaying around the dance floor. Even though you were surrounded by people, it was only you and Frankie. Tunnel vision for one another. He had brought his hand to your face and brushed his thumb along your cheek. Your hands were still around his neck, your finger played with the curls at the nape. 

This moment gave you a second to really take him in, the way his hair was styled up and out of his face, not hidden under his signature blue cap. His eyes were so soft, you knew how much they had seen, and yet there was light behind them. You sighed and leaned into his hand. 

“From the moment I met you, it was you. It’s always been you, it will always be you, mi amor.” 

The music had stopped and the next more upbeat love song had begun, but you and Frankie stayed in place. He slowly leaned down, his lips barely brushing up against yours; as if he was unsure like this was the first kiss you’d ever shared. You brought yourself to meet him and close the gap between you. 

The kiss held everything you couldn’t say, it was soft passionate and loving. Frankies hand that had stroked your cheek, held your face. The other was wrapped around your waist and his grip had tightened slightly drawing you in closer to him. 

As your lips moved against his you felt like this was the first kiss toward a lifetime with Frankie. His admission ran through your head over and over, and suddenly you couldn’t remember why you wanted to leave in the first place. Nothing else mattered as long as you had each other to lean on, a love like this was inimitable, it was forever. 

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Chapter 2 of 3

Dad! Frankie x family (ofc Billie)

Ft Garcia sister Gabi & Santi

Words: 4,479

Warnings: worry and anxiety, they guys are missing, mentions of injury, 🍃bud smoking (so drug use warning) , cursing

*2 Newest characters intros: 1. ‘Gabi’ Gabriella Garcia (Santiago’s younger sister) FC Monica Raymund + 2. ‘Dina’ (Billie’s best friend & ex) FC Christina Moses

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Frankie

As the rain falls in the jungle, the guys settle in for an uncomfortable and cold night of sleep. All of them are exhausted.

Frankie didn’t feel the impact of the crash until now, the adrenaline kept him going, and the direness of this whole situation. But now, sitting under a rock edge as the cold seeps into his bones, he realizes the full extent of his body aches.

Trekking through this terrain, all kinds of memories flooded his mind. This time it’s a memory with his daughter, Skye. The first time he showed her what he does for a living, he took her and Billie out to the field. He can still remember the look of amazement on her face when he landed and stepped off the chopper. The sparkle in her brown eyes as she ran over to him. The way she beamed and said, “Dad that was so cool!”

Frankie recalls holding his girl close and admiring Billie's proud expression as she watched. Her body language relaxed, hands in her pockets, wearing a smile. Frankie remembers how beautiful Billie looked, hair up in a bun, wearing a t-shirt and jeans and those combat boots she loved so much.

Frankie didn’t get to associate feelings of happiness, love, or calm with his job. Anytime he was in a chopper, he felt alive, it’s what he’s made for, but he was in there for a reason, for a mission. He had a purpose and he’d complete his tasks always, no matter how hard or bloody things got.

But this rare, light, warm, tingly feeling he gets from sharing this with his family, he locks this away somewhere deep in his heart and soul for safekeeping.

Frankie was never the type to dream of a family or falling in love, he didn’t have the time for it, or the heart, or so he thought. He didn’t think he was made for that kind of thing, though he realized over the years with Billie in his life, and especially that defining moment of holding his little girl in his arms for the first time, that he has a hell of a lot to give. But he struggles. He struggles with the ease in which others flow in relationships.

Some days it feels like he’s learning in reverse. And though he fucks up, he shuts down, he can be impossible to talk to at times, he wants to keep trying because he loves his accidental family, he loves his little girl, and he loves Billie.

Put Frankie in the field, on a helicopter, in the middle of a life or death situation and Frankie is at his best, his most efficient, foolproof. But, this everyday normal life thing, he was still figuring it out.

Frankie doesn’t realize how long he’s been staring off, or how far down the thought trains he’s gotten until Santi nudges him. His eyes shift to his Santi who's watching him closely and suppressing a shiver.

“You okay?” He asks in Spanish.

Frankie nods, it’s a tiny movement, blink and you miss it, “yeah.”

Santiago gets up from where he’s sitting and moves closer to Frankie. They continue speaking in Spanish, in hushed voices as Will falls asleep first. He needed it the most, he was shot after all.

“Thinking about them?” Santi asks.

Again, Frankie nods. He looks over and see’s Benny falling asleep, he’s sitting close to his brother. Tom is off to the side, eyes closed, but he doesn’t seem to be sleeping.

Santiago and Frankie have been best friends longer than the two can count, at this point, they were really brothers, like two souls meant to come together. Each of them makes up one part of a whole. They’ve known each other so long that Santi knew every tiny expression of Frankies and what they meant, even if they were wordless.

His brother was worried. Not about getting out of this, if anyone could survive a clusterfuck situation like this, it was Frankie, but he was worried about his family and maybe, for the first time, thinking about his mortality.

Maybe that was the kind of thing that came along with a family. Santiago himself didn’t think about his mortality much, well - that was a lie. He did sometimes. He didn’t have a girl and kids back home, but he has a younger sister who would be pissed if he died, and he would never forgive himself for leaving her behind.

“You know Gabi’s going to kick your ass when we get back. Did you tell her about this?” Frankie asks him. There’s that mind link. Just as Santi could read Frankies, Frankie could read Santis.

Santiago’s face tenses as he breaks eye contact with Frankie and stares off at the rain. Frankie already knows his answer, he didn’t.

Of course, Santi couldn’t give her details, but he could at least tell her he’d be away longer. But, Santiago was famous for disappearing and not telling anyone about it, no matter how close you were to him. His own sister included.

“When this is done, will you come back with us?” Frankie asks. He keeps his gaze fixed on his friend, trying to put the cold wet weather out of his mind.

Santi shrugs, “ I don’t know.” His answer is honest, Frankie can hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes.

“You’ve been gone for a year.” Frankie sighs and looks up at the sky. The rock gives them some cover, but it's not perfect. He feels raindrops hit the brim of his cap. “Think about it, not for us, for her.”

Frankie listens to the words as they leave his lips. Not him shelling out family advice. But, since Santi is family, so is his sister. And whenever he disappears for a long time, being the hard shell independent Garcia she is, Gabriella never really gives away her true feelings, but they all know his disappearing acts have an effect on her, even if she doesn’t talk about it.

As Frankie closes his eyes to catch some sleep, he can feel Santi’s eyes burning into him. But he doesn't return eye contact. He’s tired, frustrated, and annoyed they didn't take his warnings about weight and the chopper seriously. His body ached, he was hungry and he was sick of this fucking Jungle. He’s sick of this job.

Frankie just wants to get home and not to his apartment, to the house he got with Billie, the one that he moved out of stupidly over a year ago and longs to return to every time he enters his empty apartment and lays on his shitty mattress.

With his eyes still closed, Frankie grunts to himself, feeling the frustration grow. He just needs to get out of here, get his friends out of here and get everyone home safely.

He doesn’t care how much damage needs to be done or who he needs to kill to make that happen. He just knows if this doesn’t end soon, and he’s not back in that big house with his lady and their kids, he’s going to fucking lose it.

…..

Billie

Working on auto-pilot, Billie nears the end of the lecture. Selecting the last slide, she glances at the time and wraps up the final points. Though she’s speaking and moving, she doesn’t feel present.

It‘s hard to focus. Frankie and the guys were supposed to be home days ago. Something was very wrong.

Billie and Frankie weren’t married, but she damn sure felt like a worried wife right now, and trying to calm Molly in the process, despite her and Tom being divorced, was only adding to the anxiety.

“Any questions?” Billie scans the room and closes the presentation down, it’s two minutes until class ends.

Her mind wanders to Frankie again, and all the possible scenarios he could be in right now. It’s not until she hears “Professor Hayes?” does she return to the present moment.

Billie answers the students' questions. After no one else asks one, she lets them go a minute early. As the class spills out, she presses a hand to her gut, trying to calm the sick feeling.

“Another one already?”

It takes Billie a moment, but she recognizes the voice. She looks up and finds Gabi sitting in the front row, smiling at her.

“God no,” Billie chuckles and walks over. Climbing the few short stairs, she drops down in the seat next to Gabi and looks at her, “no more kids for me. I’m done. I didn’t even want any in the first place.” She slouches in the chair with a sigh.

They share a smile then fall into silence for a moment.

“Still no word?” Gabi eventually asks with a frown.

They spoke on the phone a few days ago. Billie is surprised to see Gabi made the drive out, California is a huge state and they didn’t live close to each other, not anymore.

“No.” Billie answers.

Gabi takes a deep breath, her expression tightens, “I hate this. He disappears for a year, well over a year technically, and then pops up for what, 3, 4 days and disappears again, taking the crew with him?”

Billie watches Gabi with sympathetic eyes, “I know. It sucks.” Billie places her hand over Gabis, “how's the wedding going?”

“Good, I think. Shit, I don’t know,” she chuckles, pushing through the worry, “ I never thought I’d get married and I’m a shit wedding planner. Good thing my role has been reduced significantly,” she laughs, “you know, I think our father cursed us with some lone wolf- rolling stone syndrome thing. My brother and I, as much as he drives me crazy, we do share some similarities. But, at least I know how to communicate. I don't ghost without warning. Even when I do, I let people know I’m alive and where I am. Santiago on the other hand -,” she rests her head against the top of the chair and stares at the ceiling. “It’s in 2 months. He said he’d be there.”

Billie smiles, “ like that time you up and moved to New York for what, three months? But, once you got there, you did call, and give us a way to reach you.”

Gabi grins, “ah yea, then after that, it was Boston for…six months. Then, I came back here, sunny traffic infested California.”

They both smile. Billie squeezes Gabi’s hand, “The wedding, Santi will be there. We all will.”

Gabi’s eyes meet Billies again, Billie can see the sadness in them.

“Honestly, Billie, I have doubts. I’m not even sure if I should…I don’t even know where to send a fucking invite. When he does call, it's from a burner phone. Unless he’s in the states, then he uses his real phone which is off half the time… I don’t know where my damn brother is 80% of the time. How can I trust he’ll be there?”

“Well, if he knows what's good for him and doesn’t want a beat down by me, you, and your soon-to-be wife he’ll show the fuck up.” Billie raises her brows and makes a fist with her free hand. The gesture makes Gabi laugh.

“Thank you, I needed that,” Gabi squeezes Billie's hand back, “ I need something not depressing. Where’s my niece and nephew?”

“At the house with Dina.”

Gabi’s face lights up, “Can we go there? Oh, and I’m staying over for a few days. I have my crap in the car. Do you have more classes for the day?”

“No I’m done, “ Billie stands, “Come on. Let's get out of here.”

…

Later that evening

Billie finishes her notes and closes the laptop. She’s too drained to grade any more papers, too tired to think. She picks up her glass of wine and finishes it off.

The house is mostly quiet, downstairs on the main floor, Gabi watches a second movie with Skye, Kian is already in bed.

Gabi had a magic touch with him, she can always put him down in no time. Both kids were excited to see Gabriella and it allowed Billie to get a lot of work done in that night.

Collapsing on the bed, she stares up at the wall. She had a bad feeling about this fucking job. She finds herself wishing she pushed Frankie harder to turn it down. Maybe she could have done more?

As her bedroom door opens, Billie turns to view the door, it’s Dina.

“Thought you’d be in the office?”

“Nah, I wanted to be close to the bed. I haven’t slept in days," she points to her eyes, “ see this? Bags. The kind I used to get before he retired.”

Dina lays on the bed, prompting herself up on her elbow. “I bet you haven’t eaten either.”

“Not really, I just - I feel so sick over this one. I know something is wrong.” She rolls over on her side, matching Dina’s body language.

“I bet they are okay. Maybe they just ran into some trouble. He’ll come home.” Dina tries to comfort her.

“Yeah…” Billie closes her eyes and blows out a breath, “I’m just so freaked out. I didn’t tell him, but before he told me about the trip, I was having these dreams, and the guys showed up at the door…do you think…no. No.” She shakes her head, not wanting to think about that.

“See, that, that we’re not going to do. I know you. I’ve known you since we were 15 and this is the very last step before the total freak out - meltdown mode,” Dina sits up, still holding Billie’s eyes with her own, “you have every reason to be worried, Still, we need you in one piece, okay? I already had to piece Skye back together today, I’ve got you too, you know that, I just need you to hang in there.”

Billie sits up and lowers her head, “she keeps asking me questions I can’t answer…” Billie rubs her face, “I thought when Frankie retired we’d be done with this, you know? I understand what he does, I never wanted or tried to get him to stop. It’s his calling, it's what he’s good at. But I would be lying if I didn't say I was relieved when he retired. It was like a gift, like life telling us we can have him a little longer…that he’d be able to see Kian grow up too.”

Dina takes a moment to sort her thoughts, then offers a hand to Billie. “Come on.”

“Where?”

Dina grins and pulls a tin can out of her pocket. “She-shed. I know exactly what you need.”

…

Sometime later

Giggling for no reason, Billie watches the pattern of smoke in the air before passing the joint to Dina.

“This is what I needed. My brain and my emotions have just been…like two storms happening at once…” Billie rests her head against Dina’s shoulder, “how’d you know?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have it around the kids. This is what I left and got. I knew you’d need it.” She replies softly, letting the relaxed haze wash over her.

“You’re so good though, you always know, sometimes before I know.” Billie gushes, looking up at her.

Dina raises one of her hands and makes a bowing motion, “and best friend of the year award goes to…” she giggles, “ seriously though, we were awkward teens together man. Of course I know. Plus,” she raises a finger in the air, “don’t forget about the whole dating through college thing.”

“Ummm, forget? What? Never!” Billie sits up and takes her turn, she inhales then blows out smoke, “good times.”

“Good times” Dina repeats, feeling herself sink deeper into the couch. “Man, this is a really comfortable couch like, I want this shit.” Dina sits up again and runs her palms over the cushions, “wow…this is so soft. But not too soft, you know.”

“Ooh, I gotta tell you where I got it, you know me and comfort. Nothing I hate more than hard furniture.” Billie switches positions and looks out the window, her eyes settling on the house.

The living room light is off, so Skye must have gone to bed. The only lights on are her upstairs bedroom, the porch light, and the hallway light leading to the kitchen.

“We should ask if Gabi wants some…you know, adult chill time. A small break from freaking the hell out.” Billie grins as she observes Dina.

Dina glances at Billie, then focuses on the couch again “I need a me-shed. This is genius.”

“And necessary. I do all the adult responsible things, I achieved my career goal I mean- I’m finally a professor! I try my best to make sure I don’t fuck up my kids. I think I do a decent job,” she nods, more to herself than Dina. Dina comments in the background ‘you do. You’re wonder woman’ which rises a chuckle out of Billie, “ and in here, I can just be me…not-mom-me, or professional me for a little while. Just, a human trying their best and enjoying her comforts in peace. It keeps me sane.”

Dina is quiet until she stands up suddenly, “you hear that?”

Billie stands as the door opens, it’s Gabi,

“that's where you two went. Kids are sound asleep, the house is locked…” she notices the joint in Dina’s hand, “can I please have some of that?”

Billie goes to the door and makes a sweeping gesture with her arms, “Thee may…no….Thou may enter?” She giggles, unable to keep a straight face.

“Oh man you’re baked, the Old English is coming out.” Dina laughs and hands Gabi the joint.

Gabi closes the door behind her and takes a drag, “ you know…thinking about weddings, why’d you and Frankie never do it? You’re pretty much a married couple, but like a cool, non-conforming, nontraditional married couple.” She sinks down to the spot where Billie was. “Oh, this is soft and warm.” She touches the cushion with her free hand.

Dina grins and makes eye contact with Billie. “You really are, in my mind you’re married. That's why I call him your husband."

Billie walks over to the other window and watches the house, her body leaning lazily against the wall. For the first time in days, her body doesn’t feel like a tense rubber band ready to pop, “it’s a long answer but short version, I just never saw marriage for myself or wanted it…Frankie neither so we just…didn’t. I think we were close to being engaged once. And, though it wasn’t there the second time I looked, I swear I saw a ring.”

“Oh my god, he was going to ask? Frankie!” Gabi brings her hand to her heart. “That's so sweet.”

“I don’t know, I saw a ring and the next day I looked again it was gone. He never brought it up so I didn’t either.”

Gabi, fully invested in this, keeps her eyes on Billie, “but you had to ask, out of curiosity right?”

“She was curious, just kept it to herself. If anything, I think it scared her.” Dina adds.

Billie and Dina make eye contact, “yeah, it did but, if it was real and if I really did see a ring then…” she trails off like she’s reliving a memory, “it’s sweet, thoughtful.”

“If he did ask, now, would you?” Gabi asked.

Billie takes her time answering, “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s hard to say, we’re not even together.”

“You two are always together, even when you say you're not.”

“Damn Dina, why are you coming at me so hard?” Billie laughs.

“Because you’re stubborn, so is Frankie. You guys just need to accept fate and like - I don’t know, get married or some shit. You two are end game, just accept it already.” Dina replies in a very chill, very calm way. “Besides, he’s better, right? You said so yourself, he’s less…locked tight.”

Billie sighs and sits next to Gabi on the couch. “He is.”

“If he arrived on that doorstep, right now, and said he wanted to move back in, what would you say?” Gabi asks. “Don’t overthink it, the first answer that comes from your heart.”

“Yes,” Billie’s eye met Gabi’s, “I’d say yes.”

…

2 days later

Billie presses her palm against her leg, to stop it from shaking. Her eyes darted up to the clock again, 3:12 am.

Everyone tried to stay up, but one by one, sleep captured them. Skye and Kian were asleep on the long, oversized couch, Gabi on the end of it.

Billie dozes off at the table occasionally, but fights it, making herself stay awake. She wished she could transport Frankie home.

When the phone call finally came, great relief washed over her. The only thing left was to wait, wait until he arrived. Billie spent all day yesterday sitting with Molly and the girls. Tom died on a mission and wasn’t coming home.

When she hears a car drive up to the house, she rushes to the door and opens it before Frankie can put the key in. Billie brings her trembling hand to her mouth and suppresses a cry.

Frankie's brown eyes are heavy and tired. His arms are crossed, and he looks worried, prepared for the worse. Maybe he expected her to give him an earful on the doorstep, but any frustrations would have to wait. He was home. Finally. And that’s what mattered.

Once Frankie sees she's on the verge of tears, he relaxes his body and uncrosses his arms. His eyes become lighter.

As Billie stumbles forward, Frankie pulls her into his arms and holds her close, he rests one hand on the back of her head.

Nodding his head in silence, Frankie closes his eyes, inhaling the scent of her hair and savoring her body against his. Suddenly, all the tension he’s feeling releases, and Frankie melts against her. Billie moves her hands up his back and grabs fistfuls of his shirt.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she cries and jerks her head back to see his face, her eyes searching his, "I thought I lost you."

Frankie's brows draw together, he blinks and she can see moisture in his eyes, “I’m done. I promise.”

Overwhelmed, Billie grabs his face and kisses him. It’s an emotional kiss. When the kiss breaks, Frankie caresses her face.

“Come in.” Billie takes him by the hand and starts leading him into the house. Then she realizes the car he came in never drove off.

Frankie follows her line of sight, “they - “

Benny hops out of the car and stretches, “ sorry to ruin your moment but I really gotta piss.”

Billie laughs, “of course, it would be you. Get your ass in the house blondie, you know where it is.”

“Thank you, darling.” Benny gives her a hug before slipping inside. She walks up to the car as Will exits the driver's seat,

“Sorry, we just planned to drop him off. Didn’t want to impose.”

“You’re family, and I’m happy to see all of you alive so don’t worry about it. It’s really late, just stay over,” they hug, “Gabi’s using the upstairs guest bedroom so you and Benny gotta share the downstairs one.”

“More than we deserve. Thank you.” Will nods at Frankie and goes inside the house.

Frankie stands behind Billie, wrapping his arms around her body. He buries his nose in the nook of her neck and plants a kiss there. “I was going to tell you, but we were having a moment.”

“Clearly,” she grins and looks back at him. He watches as her smile fades, “we’re missing one…he didn’t come?”

Frankie turns her in his arms, facing her. Just as she’s about to say something else, someone jumps behind her and tickles her.

“What the -” Billie turns and sees Santi’s tired but smiling face.

“Looking for me?”

Billie playfully slaps his arm before he draws her into his arms for a big hug.

“You’re such a dick.” She hugs him tight.

“You love me anyway. Where’s my sister?” He kisses the top of her head before letting her go.

Almost on queue, Gabi steps out of the house and rests her hands on her hips, her eyes locked on Santi’s.

“Asshole.” She narrows her eyes at him.

Santiago copies her body language and tone, “Brat.”

Gabi rolls her eyes and smiles. “I hate you so much right now.” She wipes her eyes and looks away.

“Are you crying?”

“Shut up! I thought you were dead!”

“Aww come on, come here, I’m right here.”

Gabi fights it at first, but once Santi hugs her, she holds him tight. He caresses her hair with his hand.

“I’m sorry kid,” Santi said sincerely.

“You better be. And I'm not a kid, I’m 27.” Gabi curses at him in spanish.

Santi smiles, still holding her, “You’ll always be my kid sister, no matter what age. I’ll call you kid at 50.”

Frankie slides his fingers in Billies, leading her to the house. Those two could work out their stuff on their own. Right now, he just needed to be inside and see his kids.

“They’re sleeping-” Billie stops as they reach the living room where Kian is climbing all over Benny.

Will shrugs and laughs. “Kian saw Benny and that was it.”

Benny was a big kid, so he was easily one of Kian’s favorites. Kian could be half asleep, but the moment he saw Benny, it was over.

“Dad!” Kian and Skye yell at the same time and rush over to Frankie. He kneels down to the ground and opens his arms wide to hold them both.

Billie stands next to Will and rests her head against his arm.

“I’m glad you guys are okay,” she looks up at him, " sorry about Tom."

Will offers a small smile, “yeah...we’re glad to be back, and to get him back to you.” He points to Frankie who is utterly wrapped up in his kids.

Billie looks around the room and takes a deep breath. Benny is in the kitchen looking in the fridge, Frankie is now on the couch, Skye and Kian holding on to him as they ask him a million questions. The smile plastered on Frankie's face is one of the most beautiful she’s ever seen. Santiago and Gabi make their way back inside, his arm slung over her shoulder. He doesn't have a black eye, so it seems to be going well.

Feeling content, Billie takes another relaxing breath and smiles. Everyone, almost everyone, made it home, and though she and Frankie had a lot to talk about and needed alone time, it was deeply nourishing having a full house, almost the whole family under one roof.

“Come with me, let’s check out that wound.” Billie pats Will on the arm and leads the way to the bathroom.

Next

The boys are home, they made it 💕 I love this for them.

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Hello lovely! So a friend and I have been talking about Frankie lately and how damn adorable it would be if he were his kids little league baseball coach. Like, he passes down his old mitt to them from high school days (even though it’s comically too big for them) because it gave him good luck, and of course all the guys would come to support them (possibly Benny or Santi even trying to hit on the single moms because of course they would LOL) could possibly be in the neighbor!frankie universe with Gabi in their future some time? We just thought you’d be perfect to write these random ideas into something beautiful. If you have time or even like the idea of course!! ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you don’t mind me putting this in the mechanic!frankie AU! I think it’s a great way for reader and Frankie to bond a little more!

A/N: You run into your favorite mechanic while out running errands.

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You wandered aimlessly down the aisle of the store, randomly grabbing a box of cereal to throw into your cart as you whistled along to the song playing in your ear. As you rounded the corner, you ran into someone else’s cart. You quickly removed your earbuds to apologize.

“Oh! I am so- Frankie?!” It came out a little louder than you expected, making a few heads turn.

“I thought I was Frankie,” he joked and you rolled your eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“Just picking up a few things.” You looked at his cart. “You look like you’re picking up enough to feed a small army.”

“I kinda am.” He held his jacket open to show you his baseball jersey. “Got a game tonight and we’re gonna have a party after--win or lose. You’d be surprised how much those kids can eat.”

“Wait, are you telling me you coach little league?”

“I do, yeah.” He smiled proudly. “I used my own money to get the league started. I buy the uniforms and everything.”

“You didn’t tell me this last night.”

“Well, I was focused on other things,” he said and you giggled like a schoolgirl. “I had fun.”

“Me too and the food was delicious. Remember, next time I’m cooking for you,” you told him.

“Are you doing anything later?” he asked.

“Oh, wow, trying to get me to cook for you already, huh?” you teased.

“No,” he chuckled, “I was wondering if you’d like to come out and watch the game. Cheer us on a little.”

“I’ll be there. Where is it?” you asked and he told you. “Coach Frankie...it fits you.”

“Thanks.” He stood there silently for a moment. “Why is it always so hard to say goodbye to you?”

“I was just wondering the same thing. How about this? We won’t say goodbye just...see you later.”

“Okay then. See you later.”

“See ya, Coach Frankie.” You winked and pushed your cart past him and he watched until you were out of sight.

It was a nice day out so you decided to walk. The game was already underway by the time you got there, and you didn’t know it but Frankie had been scanning the bleachers for you. This time when he looked up and spotted you, he beamed and waved then turned back to all the kids that surrounded him. Once he was done, he walked over to the fence and waved you down.

“You made it,” he said.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I walked,” you told him.

“No umbrella?” he asked then looked up at the sky. “It’s gonna rain, you know. Can’t you smell it?”

“The weatherman said nothing about rain today.”

“He could be wrong...” Someone called his name and he turned. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Don’t sit alone. My friends are up there.” He nodded to the group of guys sitting at the very top of the bleachers.

“Okay. Good luck, Coach.” You smiled and made your way up the bleachers.

“So you’re Frankie’s girl, huh?” one of the men asked. “I’m Benny, by the way.”

“Hi Benny. And I’ve met you, Santiago...right?” Santiago nodded and shook your hand.

“This is my brother William,” Benny said. You shook his hand too then sat down to watch the game. It made you smile to see Frankie enjoying himself, surrounded by children who obviously hung on every word he said. You didn’t hear him shout once aside from cheering for his team. At one point you got so into it that you stood up and cheered louder than anyone else. The guys snickered as you cleared your throat and sat back down.

They ended up winning the game and you all went down to congratulate them.

“What a win, Coach Frankie,” you said, giving him a high five.

“I think I might have had a good luck charm out there in the crowd,” he said and you looked down shyly. The guys came over and you stood back while they talked to him. Afterwards, Frankie reminded everyone of the little party he had put together in the park for them so you all walked over and enjoyed pizza and snacks with the team and their parents.

Frankie told you that you didn’t have to help clean but you wanted to. You weren’t exactly ready to say goodnight just yet. His friends said their goodbyes and his players all gave him a high five and a hug before leaving with their families.

When the last of the mess was thrown away, Frankie turned to you, lifting his cap to scratch at his head. “You mind if I walk you home?” he asked.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Oops...almost forgot my umbrella.” He sprinted over to where he left it then made his way back to your side.

“You really brought an umbrella? It’s not going to rain,” you repeated.

“Yeah, it is. Here...let me show you. This is what my dad taught me.” He led you over to a tree. “You see when the wind blows and the backs of the leaves show? That means rain.”

“I see but...” You felt a raindrop on your head and Frankie shrugged.

“Told ya. Come on.” 

You two walked slowly through the park, taking the longer way around. “Maybe it won’t rain too bad.” No sooner had you said that than the skies opened up. You squealed and Frankie opened his umbrella as quickly as he could, pulling you under there with him.

“Think we can make it to the bridge?” he asked over the rain.

“I don’t know...” Suddenly he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran under the bridge then leaned against the stones to catch his breath.

“I...told...you,” he teased.

“Don’t rub it in,” you breathed. You smiled at him and he smiled back. He took his hat off and slicked his hair back before replacing it.

“At least it waited until after the game,” he said. He saw you hugging yourself and shrugged his jacket off before draping it over your shoulders. “There.”

“Thanks.” You pulled it around you tighter and were hit with a delightful smell. You closed your eyes and let yourself be surrounded by it. “Sandalwood,” you said out loud.

“Hm?”

“Your jacket...it smells like sandalwood,” you said.

“Oh yeah. One of my favorite scents,” he told you.

“Fits you. Very earthy and...” Your breath hitched as you noticed how close he was to you. “...you.”

“Very earthy and me?”

“Y-Yeah.” You two just stared at each other for awhile and you felt yourself being drawn to him, your body leaning towards his.

“Looks like it’s letting up,” he said suddenly, breaking the spell you were under.

“Oh...yeah, it does.” You tried to hide your slight disappointment.

“Shall we, my lady?” He offered his arm while he used the other to hold the umbrella. “Not my lady,” he amended, “I meant like...”

“I know what you meant. Let’s go.” You took his arm and moved as close as you could to get under the umbrella with him.

“I’m not used to this, you know,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I haven’t walked through the park like this since my wife died...” His words trailed off.

“Thank you for sharing something so special with me, Frankie.”

By the time he got you home, the rain had stopped and the sun had started to go down.

“Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

“Thank you for walking me home,” you countered and he chuckled.

“Can I call you tonight?” he asked.

“Of course. You can call whenever you like.”

“Great...awesome.” He walked backwards down the path. “Talk to you soon,” he said before turning away. As he walked along, he noticed he had started whistling I’m Singing in the Rain. He twirled his umbrella playfully and purposely jumped in a puddle.

“What a glorious feeling, and I’m happy again...” he sang to himself.

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What are you doing to improve or maintain your health currently? Well my scoliosis is getting worse by the day, so I keep myself from slouching and being in any position that strains the part of my spine that bends. Gabie also lent me an anti-slouching thing that I have to wear and tighten around my shoulders and back. It has nothing to do with scolio, but it helps tons. ^To add to that, what are some other things you could be doing? The doctor I went to before suggested swimming laps, but I’ve never done that ever since I had the checkup. I also want to get a second X-ray checked since I’m positive my spine has gotten worse since May 2016. How much do you currently weigh? It’s usually in the 87-95 lbs range. How much do you want to weigh? I’m okay with that, even if it’s underweight.

Do you ever look at someone's social media posts and feel a little jealous? Yeah, a little. But it’s envious, not jealous.

^If so, why is that? They have all these luxuries and get to go to all these places and I’m stuck at home with a mom that routinely yells at me. Idk but for me those social media posts are a bit of a trigger so I mute those people for a bit until they’re done. What book(s) are you currently reading? None. What chores did you do today? It’s pretty early in the day and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. What chores do you need to do? The only thing I’m in charge of is wash my own dishes so I’ll be doing that once or twice today. What are you wearing currently? A blouse and some shorts. Do you like how your hair looks today? It’s just bed hair. It’s alright. Are you on a diet? Nope. List 10 of the prettiest people you know or have met. Gabie, Michelle, Gabe, Ate Nica, Ate Jane, Audrey, Gabie, Gabie, Gabie, and Gabie? List 10 favorite girl's names. Isabela, Renée, Olivia, Arden, Audrey, Mia, Ava, Charlotte, Noelle, Harper. We’re going out of bounds here but Paulette, Lily, and Julianna are all lovely too. List 10 favorite boy's names. Joaquin, Franco, Miguel, Luis, Gabriel, Pio, Santi, Javier, Lorenzo, Matteo. Do you think you are attractive? I think I’m okay, but I’m not gonna go ahead and call myself attractive... Do you have anyone you can trust? Of course. What are some things you plan to do tomorrow? I said yes to a Christmas party tomorrow so I’ll be there, but before that I’ll stop by the mall to pick up Gabie’s gift. She’s been wanting Life Is Strange, so I coordinated with her dad in secret–he’ll be getting her a new PS4, and I’ll take care of her first video game on it. :) Are you behind on things? Usually on gossip, yeah. Do you take time to rest? More than anything. HAHAHA What health problem are you struggling with currently? Mental health and scoliosis.

What does your heart long for? Right now it just wants a long-ass Christmas break just hibernating in my room. No plans, no outings, no interruptions. What are you learning? I’ve recently learned that I increasingly hate the holiday season with every year that passes. Do you take life day by day? Only when I’m at my worst and have to keep a daily progress/track of myself. Otherwise, I’m too impatient for taking things day by day. Have you been struggling with bitterness lately? Not at all, there’s nothing to be bitter about. Do you have a lot of questions? As a journalism major? You bet. Is it snowing where you live? No and it never has. Do you watch the snow fall? I totally would if it snowed here. List 10 fashion trends you like. Too much work. List 10 fashion trends you dislike. See above. I don’t even actually remember enough trends to make a list of 20, so. Are you ready for Jesus to come back? I’m not Christian and I really don’t like celebrating Christmas. Do you believe that Jesus lived and is returning? I believe in neither. What's your current favorite Bible verse? None of them. When was the last time you went to church? Two weeks ago. I got to skip last week’s since I was being initiated for my org and I had never felt so free. Are you spiritual? No. Have you ever experienced anything supernatural? Like one small instance in my aunt’s house once, but as I said in my previous surveys I like to think it was just my grandfather fooling around with the door. Do you believe in spiritual gifts? No. Do you believe in callings? No. If so, do you know what your call is? Nothing religious, definitely. What superpower do you wish you had? Time travel is all I desire in this brief lifetime. What superpowers, if any, DO you have? I can whip up a 5-6 page essay assignment in 30 minutes to an hour depending on how much I know about it. I can also procrastinate every single pending thing on the last evening and turn it from chicken shit to chicken salad, but college has since taught me it’s SOOOOOO much better to do everything earlier, so that’s a superpower I haven’t been using much. Do you have too much clutter in your home? No, my mom hates clutter more than anything. Have you ever tried weed? No. Have you ever considered smoking pot and then decided not to? Never considered it even once. It just never seemed appealing to me so I never bothered with it, simple as that. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Never. Now that I strongly dislike, since I have my own experiences from it. If you were rich, would you get a professional photoshoot done? Absolutely. I can be extra sometimes too. Do you own slipper socks? Nope. What's your favorite Christmas carol to hear playing when you're shopping? Anything by Michael Bublé, really. Do you stalk anyone on Facebook? I don’t. Stalking just feels weird to me, especially if it’s a stranger or a relative of someone I know. Have you ever completed a 30 day photo challenge? No but I used to do the themed 30-day challenges when they used to be a thing on Tumblr like seven years ago. Have you ever taken a photo every day for a year? No. I should probably do that. ^If not, would you ever want to try that? Totally. Have you ever thought about what your new year's resolution will be yet? I don’t do resolutions. I can always start on a new habit tomorrow if I wanted to. Do you get enough exercise? I get zero exercise. Are jeggings your favorite pants? Never had a pair but they sound kind of uncomfortable to me, being that I hate leggings. Do you have way too many photos stored on your computer? No. I actually make it a point to not put photos or videos or anything on my laptop since I don’t want it to become to full and then slow down and have it die. I only have school stuff on my Mac so like PDF files, Word files, e-books and all that boringness. Do you take a lot of selfies? I took an average of 0 selfies this 2017, that should tell you something. What is something that's a mystery to you? The rest of the universe. Do you have any painful memories? My entire life has been just an accummulation of painful memories. Do you pray? No.

In what social class are you? I guess I’m in the middle. In what social class to you wish to be? Indifference. Do you ever imagine that you are English royalty? HAHAHAHA yeah on a sucky day I like to think I’m secretly one then they’d whisk me away from everything and I never had to worry about a thing again. Do you have any English ancestry in you? Zero English blood. What is the origin of your last name? It’s Spanish and Portuguese. What is the meaning of your first name? It means bright and shining.

^Whatever it is, do you feel that it fits you? Other people can answer that for me. Do you ever multi-task? Yes. Are you multi-tasking right now Nope.

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