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goldenhour-goldenboy · 5 years

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hi triple frontier request here: the movie didn't give us much background as to why the five guys got into the military or their back stories with the special ops, could you please write your interpretation of how all of them got into / involved with special forces bc i feel like that was really missing from the movie, thank youuuu!!!!!!

I’m sorry this took so long! But I’ve kinda done them separately and tried to mix in everything as well as I could! I hope you enjoy this :)

Joining the Military/becoming Airborne Rangers

For Ben it was about proving himself. To his father, to his brother and also to himself, the competitive spirit between the two brothers pushing that thought. Benny wanted to make sure that everybody knew, he was just as good as the older Miller one and that he was tough enough for the army. Ever since he could think, there was nothing that he wanted more - or anything else that he’d dream to become. Growing up under the watchful eyes of his father shaped him into a man who checked his records, checked his time at training, checked who was above him and what he had to do to beat them. For Benny it was higher, faster, stronger and it landed him right at the top of his unit. It wasn’t destiny as much as it was the natural occurrence that needed to happen at one point, since he never stopped working to strive for an improved version of himself. His talent as a sharp shooter came out later, at first he made the cut for his excellent physical and mental health, being able to control his nerves and having the endurance that was needed to get through the toughest tests, while maintaining an overlook over the whole situation. He was young and focused and his caring nature, to never leave a brother behind, was the bonus he needed to make the cut for the Special Forces. Overall Ben was the poster boy any unit could hope for, the perfect example of what one might achieve if they’ve put their minds to it.

William made the choice to join the army as he did everything in life - very well thought through. It made sense to him in a way that his family had a long line of soldiers and now it was his turn to contribute to that and honor, not only his father, but the men that came before him. For him it was about to continue to do what was right. That was the second part, giving back to his country and ensuring a better, brighter future. William liked the routine of the army, that it had rules that he understood and he could follow, the machinery of it all and he felt at secured in a way, knowing where he stood and what was expected of him. He quickly realized though, that the position he started in wouldn’t be for forever. He didn’t mind the physical part but he missed putting his brains to the test, feeling as if he got stuck in a position that would leave him more and more unchallenged, mentally speaking. He wanted to know more, about the operation, why they were send where they’re sent and what the motive was behind all of that. But as more and more answers where withheld from him, he felt himself getting stuck in the routine he once admired and needed. Now, he wanted more. So William did what he did best - he informed himself what he needed to do to get as much intel on the situation as possible. His intelligence, strength and potential for leadership (though he never wanted to take that kind of responsibility for others) made him an immediate candidate for the special tactics team. He’d constantly butt heads with Tom, the older operation leader being annoyed with the younger soldier who’s questions never seemed to stop and who’d wait for him outside the commando tent after every meeting. It took a while for Tom to figure out that Will didn’t want to take his position, he simply wanted to be informed and needed to know that he could trust the man in charge and after they’d settled their dispute, they were able to move past their first dislike against each other. Later on Tom highly appreciated William’s calm nature, the big guy seeming to have a softer and almost philosophical side to him and they’d spent many nights talking, about life, the upcoming mission and their families back home.

Poverty, corruption and the dream for a better life formed what may be the most adaptable character of the whole group. Growing up Santiago was surrounded by obstacles he and his family had to overcome. He learned a lot in his younger years, surviving was a trick purely based on how well someone could handle situations life tends to throw at one, nothing was ever meant forever and everything came and had a price. Many of his future talents came from the experiences in his childhood, growing up in Columbia, and it was only later on in his life, long after they’d migrated to America, that he learned to turn them into something he could make a profit of. Joining the army at first was about stability, to find a place where he could settle for a while, that offered a consistent paycheck at the end of the month and a roof over his head. His natural charm and easy going nature never seemed to leave him, earning him more than one warning from his superior officer, but overall Santiago enjoyed his time in the army for a while. Becoming a ranger wasn’t something he’d planned on. It was after loosing one too many of his close mates in a mission and the desperation of needing to be in control of something after that hard loss, that he knew he’d to improve of his rank in order to be granted the possibilities for real change. He didn’t want to stay a soldier of many, never fitting in in the first place and his loss sparked a dedication that pushed him to train harder. He turned out to be the best investigator later on, even though he almost broke every law he encountered on the way. Santiago was never a poster boy for the rangers, rarely playing by the rules but his natural talent to gather information and blend in was something that couldn’t be taught.

Tom really had nothing left when he joined the army. He never talked about it and the other boys could only guess the reason, but his life before being drafted seemed to be something that’d be stuck with him forever. Joining for him was, really, a last resort. The Special Forces Team seemed out of reach for him, he never thought that this was something he’d qualify for and it wasn’t until one of his mates told him about their ambition to join and the qualification process, that he started to slowly gain interest. It took a lot of carefully asked questions at his superior officer, that he started to consider taking a chance and trying to get in as well. Tom kept this thought, as he did many things at the time, to himself, training alone, at times where he was sure none of his roommates would interrupt him and shying away with excuses when being asked what he planned on doing next, answering that he might extend his contract as a simple soldier, even though by then the dream of getting drafted was strong enough to keep him laying awake at night. The taste of a small chance felt almost real on his tongue and almost didn’t dare to dream that he could built something great for himself for once. He’d never forgotten the day his name was called, hot pride filling his chest, cheeks burning with confirmation, that yes, he was good enough. The rush of confidence he gained that day stuck around with him until the end of his deployment and his past self, insecure little Tom that first joined the army, vanished in that exact moment.

Stumbling into the army on a second chance, was none other than Francisco. He failed his flying license as a normal pilot just a couple weeks before signing up, leaving him drowning his sorrows for four nights in a row. On the fifth day he woke up with a hangover and his girlfriend standing at the end of his bed, declaring to leave him if he touched a single drop of alcohol for the next week. He nursed his pounding headache in a café with sunglasses and two Advil that day, grumbling at the staff, and whoever seemed to listen to him, about failing his dreams and his life being destroyed. It was an annoyed waitress that handed him the idea of trying out for the army, her brother just signed up a couple of days ago and they’d always seemed to need more people, maybe even an almost pilot. It took another week and the end of the month with rent coming up, that Francisco took what he had left (which wasn’t his girlfriend at this point, he’d turned to the bottle once again that week even though he’d promised not to) and make the decision to join, set on becoming a pilot and doing it right this time. Francisco and Santiago met at the first responder course, Francis failing miserably at keeping his dummy alive and swearing (and sweating) up a bilingual storm. It was a friendship at an “almost” first sight and even though the dummy didn’t make it, a strong foundation blossomed that late afternoon, both man not being able to keep their focus up on their tasks, as they were much more amused about making comments and cracking jokes. They later bonded over drinks, Francis having to promise Santi to never perform first aid on him if he’d get shot in battle, as he’d rather die then let Francisco make it worse by trying to stop him from bleeding out. It were the stories and the shared feeling of homesickness that night, comparing similar foods and relishing in familiar tastes. Both of them connected on a level that neither quite could explain. They just got each other and not having to have a lot of words spoken between the two of them, an easiness flowing between them that was comforting to both of them. Francisco decision to get his head straight and try out for the test to become a ranger, specifically an airborne pilot, really drew from himself wanting to fly more than a simple helicopter, transporting soldiers in and out of war zones. Even though he might give a different impression to some, his actually calm and collected nature was something very valuable as a pilot candidate, the fact that he spoke multiple languages and having an IQ over 125 outweighed his first failed flying license and his average physical score, leaving him to be the next-to-last soldier to be accepted as a ranger recruit that draft.

They’ve really all met before, at least brushing by or spotting each other at training and even though they all came from different backgrounds and joined for different reasons, being elusively picked for the Special Forces Program had nothing to do with luck. It was their talent and their dedication that got them drafted, every one of them signing up freely for the tests and they were chosen because they’ve proven time and time again to be best. Fish had the highest score when it came to everything to do with piloting and aerial strategics. Tom was the best and quickest to analyze a situation and to map out an unplanned exit route, making him a specialist for missions with a time sensitive priority. Santiago was an outstanding inside man, being able to hide in plain sight, charming on more than one levels and having a way with locals to tell their secrets and gather information as quickly and as delicate as possible. Benny was a sniper that every team could only dream of, never faltering, always concentrated and almost never missing. He was fast and sharp and dangerous. William was the well balanced of them all, talented in almost every area. He was deadly, fast on his toes and his one-on-one combat incomparable. Together, they not only learned to trust each others skills but really had a chance to grow and develop a rhythm as a team, that made the combination of all five an exclusive and highly valuable unit.

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Frontier 👾 One

A lot of fucking money

Co-written by @brandyllyn and @blueeyesatnight

Rated: Mature for language and FUCKING ALIENS MAN.

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Outside Weyland-Yutani Hub, Core Worlds

🎶Take a look to the sky just before you die, It's the last time you will, Blackened roar, massive roar fills the crumbling sky, Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry🎶

Santiago had always been a fan of classical music. It wasn’t the ruthless techno beats that kids seemed to favor today.

🎶Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery, Hears the silence so loud, Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be, Now they see what will be, blinded eyes to see🎶

There was just no poetry to modern music.

Across the table at the dim bar, Will is perusing the datapad Santi had handed him.

“A recce. Simple enough. Company is sending us in to see what’s up with the comm system.”

Will glances up. “They need our skills for a recce?”

“Dunno,” Santi shrugs. “Tom is the one talking to the company. He’s got the actual specs.”

“What company?” Benny asks, sliding into the booth next to his brother.

“Weyland Yutani.”

Will’s eyes go wide and Benny curses.

“Lot of fucking money in WeyYu.”

“They’re kitting us out back to front. Only problem is… I need a company trained pilot.”

As one they turn to look at Frankie standing by the pool table.

“Hasn’t piloted in the deep since he had that bust,” Will points out.

“Company doesn’t care. Just need someone who can pilot the drop ship.”

“He’s supposed to be saving up, doing landside runs, so he can move out with the fam.”

“Wait til you hear how much money they’re offering.”

Benny's brows go up, "Yeah? What's the job? It pays money not credit right?"

Pope smirked, "See Will? That kind of enthusiasm is what we're looking for."

“How much money?” Will presses.

Santi names a number that makes Benny choke.

“Even shares?” Will prods.

“Each.”

Now it’s Will’s turn to choke.

“You guys alright?” Frankie asks, motioning for Santiago to move over. “Can’t hold your liquor anymore?”

“How much money you need Fish?” Benny asks without preamble.

“Uh… I’m good.”

"Ellie still on you about savings?"

Frankie shrugs, "I mean it is what it is, the works the work, the pays the pay...she misses the family being together, I get that. She's functionally a single mom out there. Last transmission I got she said kidlet tried to build a rocket for her dolls and accidentally made a small bomb."

Frankie smirks, "Kids got moxie."

Pope smacks his shoulder, "She still have my eyes?"

Frankie slaps his cheek-- playfully but still, "Cut that shit out."

Pope laughs it off, "Nah man. Ellie only has eyes for you even though I am right here."

Benny shakes his head and leans over the table. “How much before you can move out there with them?”

“Another few months. Maybe a year.”

Benny gestures Frankie forward and whispers a number in his ear that makes Fish’s eyes go wide as data units.

“Are you fucking shitting me?” He looks at the other men. “What government are we overthrowing?”

Santi laughs and takes a drink. “Not that complex. Just a simple recce. Take some parts out to resupply a WeyYu colony.”

Frankie’s brows draw together. “Which one?”

“LV-426.”

Frankie breathes a sigh of relief. “Never heard of it.”

“Me neither,” Santi offers. “But they’re mining hydrogen and the Company is willing to pay major money to be sure the colony keeps operating. So, you in?”

Frankie looks around the table, ignoring the hopeful look on Benny’s face and focusing on Will. “You think this is a good idea?”

“I looked it over. Established colony, probably just lost their comm system. Sucks for them but should be a quick in and out.”

"Those comm systems are always crapping out…" he considers it, then Frankie nods once and Benny lets out a hoot, leaving the table with a “Next round on me.”

“Can he even cover that?” Santi asks.

Will sighs and pushes away from the table. “No.”

Santi watches them leave and then settles his gaze on Frankie. “You sure you’re good for this?”

“Haven’t seen my baby in over a year,” Frankie sighs. “Yeah, I’m good for it.”

Santi nods and turns his attention to the bar where Will is exasperatedly stopping Benny from offering the whole bar a round.

“You ever miss it?”

“Miss what?” Frankie asks, staring into his beer.

“The fight. Getting out there on a mission and just fucking wrecking something.”

Frankie shrugs. “Nah. I’m happy without the constant threat of dying, thanks.”

“Well if you ever wanna get back out there let me know. I got a couple of missions lined up after this one if you want to see some action.”

“Nah,” Frankie shakes his head. “A nice recce for some rich guys is exactly what I need. In and out, no muss no fuss.”

“No muss no fuss.”

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multifandomfanfiction · 3 years

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Me and the Sky

TITLE: Me and the Sky PAIRING: Frankie/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Chloe and Frankie meet when she's assigned to Delta Force as Frankie's co-pilot.

[A/N - Inspired by "Me and the Sky" from Come From Away. I've always thought it would be cool if Frankie fell in love with a fellow pilot.]

Fae always knew she wanted to be a pilot. It was the only thing she ever wanted to do. She would watch the planes fly over their house and wonder what it was like all the way up there above the clouds, so her parents took her down to the airport. She watched in fascination as the planes took off and landed.

At eight years old, she turned to her parents and said, “I’m gonna do that.”

Her father just chuckled and patted her on the head. “Just wait and see what happens, babydoll.”

She started flying lessons when she was 16 and after her first lessons, she jumped out of the plane and said, “I’m going to do this for the rest of my life.”

Her first job was flying small shipments for local companies. She tried getting a job with an airline, but she kept getting turned down so did something drastic and applied for the military. At least there she’d been taken seriously.

Her parents had cried and asked her why? Why did she want to be a pilot so badly? Why couldn’t she pick a different career? Why did she need to risk her life to do what she wanted to?

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“Do we really need a pilot? We’ve already got, Fish,” Santi said.

Tom shook his head. “I dunno. Maybe they think Fish needs a co-pilot.”

The guys started laughing.

“Man, shut the fuck up. You know Fish is the best damn pilot we’ve ever had.”

The small fighter plane landed and the top raised. The person who climbed down from the cockpit wasn’t who they were expecting.

“A girl? You’re giving us a girl?” Tom complained.

The female pilot whipped her helmet off, looking a lot like from a movie scene.

“That is the best-looking woman I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life,” Benny said.

“So who gets dibs, you or Pope?” Will joked.

Santi looked over at Frankie. He looked like she was the only thing he could see.

The young woman walked over to them with her helmet under her arm. “Which one of you is Catfish?”

Frankie froze as the guys looked at him.

Santi nudged his best friend.

“I’m Frankie.”

She smiled. “It’s an honor to meet you, Frankie. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Fae.”

“Ain’t that cute? Frankie and Fae,” Benny teased.

Frankie blushed.

“You got a callsign?” Will asked.

“Pixie,” Fae said, “Not really a fan though.”

“Actually, pixie’s are known to be bring blessings to those that are fond of them,” Frankie said.

“Really? Well maybe it’s not that bad after all. See you in the air, flyboy.” She walked back to her plane and the boys jumped on Frankie.

“She wants you, man,” Benny told him.

Frankie blushed again. He wasn’t as popular with the ladies as Pope or Benny, so he wasn’t used to having a woman flirt with him.

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Frankie and Fae were inseparable ever since their first mission, where she had refused to leave Frankie’s side. Even though she wasn’t qualified to be in a fire fight, she had grabbed a gun and fought her way to him. She dragged him back to the helicopter and helped him fly back to base.

Before they wheeled him away, he kissed her and called her “his Pixie”. When Frankie kissed her, she felt like she was flying.

They started dating and married as soon as they were state-side. She promised that day to never leave his side, which was why she followed him to Colombia when Pope asked. Fae knew it was a bad idea, but she couldn’t let Frankie go alone.

“Lose the money, or we’re all gonna die!” Frankie yelled, “Hit the external load release. It’s the on wall!”

Fae grabbed for the lever, Benny holding her waist to keep her from falling. “Nothing happened!”

Will opened the door on the bottom of the helicopter and sure enough, the money net was still attached.

“There should be a manual override on the cargo hook!”

“Let me through!” Benny yelled. He dropped down out of the helicopter and kicked the hook until it released.

The force of the net dropping, threw them all backward.

“Fae!” Frankie yelled.

“I’m fine!”

“Benny!” Will yelled, reaching for his younger brother.

"Alright, I’m gonna try and land over here,” Frankie said.

“Hurry up, Fish!” Fae yelled at her husband.

“I gotta jump!” Benny yelled.

“Benny!” Will yelled as his brother hit the ground.

The helicopter hit the ground and started spinning.

“Bad landing,” Frankie quipped.

Santi threw himself on top of Fae, keeping her from rolling around.

The helicopter fell on it’s side and Fae and Santi hit the seat opposite them.

Fae heard Santi groan. “I’m sorry,” she told him.

“It’s alright, querida.”

Once the helicopter stopped spinning, Fae got up and ran for the cockpit. “Frankie!”

Frankie was still strapped into his seat.

“Oh my god. Are you hurt, baby?” she asked.

There was a cut on his cheek, but other than that he was fine.

Fae pressed her lips to his.

“Next time, I fly. Understand?”

Frankie laughed. “Loud and clear.”

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thirsty-flygirl · 3 years

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I feel like a lot of people who hate Tom Davis just don't understand the feeling of being middle-aged with nothing to show for it and desperate to prove your worth to the people you love.

#i will not be taking any questions #hahaha #am i projecting?#i'll never tell #tom redfly davis #triple frontier imagine #triple frontier

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gutterdreams · 4 years

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I haven't done any writing ages. Got married, had a baby, fell off the face of the Earth. This blog used to be essentially Billy Hargrove fics and head canons and maybe I'll get back to that, but I have been pretty interested in writing Triple Frontier stuff lately. If that's something people would be into, I will throw up an old prompt list and see what is requested? Sound good?

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imaginesbymk · 5 years

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inside your mind.

Triple Frontier One Shot

Summary: while camping for the night after the heist and running away from anyone that’s after them and the money, Ben tries to lighten up the mood by telling the boys a memorable story of a girl he’s been seeing.

Pairing: Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

Tags: song imagine!! inside your mind by the 1975.

A/N: garrett hedlund can literally punch me and i would ask him for more.

BEN WAS QUIET FOR HALF THE NIGHT. The boys settled in the rainforest wearing their coats to camouflage themselves and to shield away the rain from getting wet. All they could hear was just the rain draining down and some insects flying around, but none of them spoke a word. Not even Pope or even Redfly had a lot to say about their day.

The heist was absolutely stressful and beyond anything as a close call than serving in the army and experience all the things Ben had to go through. But he had something to keep his mind sharp and he thought to share it with his friends.

As the rain poured, his voice was raised a bit so they could hear him. “Did I ever tell you guys about the girl I’m seeing?”

His older brother Will looked at him. “Umm, no? Not even me. Since when were you getting back in the gist of dating?”

Ben chuckled a bit. “I was rusty at first, but somehow I managed to win her heart. I’ve been seeing her for a couple of weeks now. Maybe a month.”

Pope whistled. “Damn, Benny. You think you can keep a woman longer than a week?”

“Surprisingly, yeah,” Ben said, quite serious from the joke. “There was something about me that made her want to stay longer, and there was something about her that made me want to do the same.”

“Oh yeah? What was it? The sex?” The three of them erupted in laughter as loud as the thunder in the sky.

“The sex, her hobbies, her ambitions . . .” he said.

“What’s her name?”

Saying her name out loud felt like the first time. “Y/N. And she’s visiting family at the moment so she knows I’m here but she doesn’t know why. So when I found out Lorea emerged from that secret vault I felt like I was gonna die at that very moment. I’d rather not die with Y/N having no idea what happened. She thinks I’m here on vacation.”

“You lied to her?” Will said.

“Not exactly. But if she knew she would kill me.” Ben shook his head and looked down at his lap. He looked back up, remembering to lighten up the mood given the situation. “Anyway, I know a lot about her and where she grew up, what she studied in college, what her favourite colour is, how she likes her eggs cooked. She’s been to one of my fights and probably cheered the loudest. I lost, but she was so supportive.”

“Like your number 1 fan,” his brother joked.

“Oh yes, definitely. But there’s something missing. I know her so well, she knows me so well, and we’re already comfortable around each other. But I feel like there’s a final missing puzzle piece and I can’t seem to put my finger on it. No matter how much I ask and learn, she’s still a mystery to me. I dunno, I just . . .” Ben trails off, staring off into the opening where a tree swung back and forth from the storm.

“But you deserve her, she hasn’t dumped you yet,” Redfly said.

Ben chuckled again. “Yeah . . . I watch her move around the house. How she walks, her body language when we talk, how she tenses up when something happens and calms down when I’m holding her.”

“Then what is it?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know what it is. I just wanna-” Ben mimics tearing something open with his bare hands. “Dig deep into her head, you know? Study her mind like it’s an exam. I wanna know what she thinks about during the late hours, what bothers her when she acts different, what she really thinks about me, if she ever dreams about me, and if she pictures herself enjoying her time with me. I think I love her, and I’m sure I dream about spending the rest of my time with her. I know I’m sure of it.”

This time, no one tried to joke. It was a heartwarming and lightening feeling and they might have to give kudos to Ben for sharing his story.

Ben smiled warmly, staring up at the clouds, already thinking about what to do as soon as he would return to America and hold Y/N in his arms again.

Maybe next time, Ben leans back to get comfortable for the night.

I have so much more to learn about you, baby girl.

THE END.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 5 years

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An Unspoken Rule Part Ten

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Summary: Layla was starting to get on my nerves. Between wedding planning (she seemed determined to get married as quickly as possible while handling as few of the logistics as possible) and with this recent campaign for me to be as dolled up as possible in case I meet someone I’m interested in, my patience was starting to wear thin.

“There’s someone we want you to meet!”

Layla looked way too excited to see me, had practically ripped William’s birthday gift out of my hands and shoved it into his as she led me further into their apartment. I’d figured she was planning on leading me into the living room, but she steered me farther down the hall, into the bathroom.

“And the person you want me to meet is... in here?” I asked, looking around the small space. Layla giggled, shaking her head.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I just thought you’d want to put on some eyeliner or lipstick or something.” My eyes narrowed at her as she began to rummage around in her makeup bag. I didn’t say anything, turning wordlessly on my heel in favor of going into the kitchen. She called after me, but I ignored it.

Layla was starting to get on my nerves. Between wedding planning (she seemed determined to get married as quickly as possible while handling as few of the logistics as possible) and with this recent campaign for me to be as dolled up as possible in case I meet someone I’m interested in, my patience was starting to wear thin.

Their small kitchen was cramped with both of the Miller brothers in it, as well their ex-captain, Tom Davis. I smiled, giving him a quick hug. I’d met him twice before; it was clear how much he cared for my boys, so he was good in my book.

“Beer?” Benny offered.

“Please,” I said. He passed on to me, accompanied with a kiss on the forehead. I smiled, reaching up and patting his cheek before I took a sip.

Benny stepped aside to reveal William leaning back against the counter. He must’ve been keeping an eye on Benny, and now that his brother had stepped aside, his eyes had landed on me. I gave him a small, tight smile.

“Did I get to say happy birthday? I don’t think I got to say it,” I said. He smiled, shaking his head.

“I think something came and swept you away.” I snorted, and he straightened. We met in the middle of the kitchen. I was careful as I hugged him not to let my beer tip one way another.

“Happy birthday,” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“William!” I leaned away at the sound of Layla’s half-yell from the hall.

“Duty calls,” I teased. He didn’t smile, just nodded and turned away from me to answer her. I frowned as I watched him go, unable to shake the uneasy feeling that Layla’s yell has left me with.

“This the letter-writer?” I heard. I turned my head to see an attractive man coming into the kitchen with Benny. Benny didn’t answer him, just nodded before he stole my beer and mouthed, ‘Sorry’ at me.

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“You know, you’re even more gorgeous than the guys said.”

I might’ve been more flattered if it wasn’t the third compliment Santiago had lobbed in my direction in the last half hour, and if he hadn’t been slinging them all night. I knew if I asked Will he’d tell me that his friend was averaging one every ten minutes.

Tom had managed to steer the conversation away from Santiago’s compliments every time, but the poor man seemed to be at a loss. And while I had appreciated his help, maybe I was feeling a little mean.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” I repeated, folding my arms on the picnic table and leaning in a little bit.

“I do,” Santiago said with such sincerity, and my lips twitched with a smile as he leaned in in turn.

“Do you think...” we were both still leaning in, and I felt the guy’s’ eyes on us, “that I’m gorgeous enough to be one of your informants?”

Santiago’s smile disappeared, and he leaned back, scowling as the guys howled with laughter. I got up, picking up my empty beer bottle and giving William’s shoulder a squeeze before heading inside.

I hadn’t been flirted with quite this heavily before; Santiago was relentless to the point where I found myself wondering if maybe Layla had paid him to lay it on so thick. I felt like she’d been watching me like a hawk all night, especially if I was anywhere near Will.

“So that’s what the guys told you about me, huh? Good to know.” I looked up to find that Santiago had followed me inside.

“Where does this go?” He asked, holding his own empty bottle up.

“You can give that to me.”

“Nah, you can just tell me, I’ve got it. I think you’ll find me very capable,” he said simply. I rolled my eyes before nodding to the recycle bin.

“You don’t like me very much, do you,” He said as he set the bottle down.

“I don’t know you well enough to pass that judgement.” Santiago nodded, crossing the kitchen. I expected him to walk out, but he passed me instead, heading to the sink and turning on the faucet.

“You don’t have to do that. I can grab those later,” I said, but he waved me off.

“You’ve been taking care of everyone all night. I don’t mind. ‘Sides, I hate a dirty kitchen.”

“That something you picked up from the service?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Something I got from my mom.” I watched him for a few moments before walking over to the fridge.

“You want another one?” I offered.

“Sure,” he smiled at me over his shoulder. I grabbed one for each of us and opened them before I walked back over to the sink, setting one down near him.

“Thanks,” he said. I nodded before pushing myself up onto the counter beside the sink. I heard a burst of laughter from the group outside and leaned into Santiago’s space a little, peering through the window. I couldn’t help myself smiling at the sight of Will grinning so wide.

We still talked on the phone every day; our schedules rarely matched up, and we’d leave one another voicemails. I’d never admit it, but I loved it; it was like we were still writing one another letters. He’d call me when he was on his way to work or the VA or to his parents’; I’d call him on lunch break at work, or while I was grading papers. Sometimes we’d manage to catch one another, and we’d talk for hours. I’d fallen asleep listening to him twice.

We never spoke about it when we saw one another in person; neither of us had mentioned it to Benny. I would’ve known if Will had, because I’d never hear the end of it. Benny still made fun of me for having a crush on Will back in the day. But part of me wondered if he’d mentioned it to Layla, and that was why she’d been so insistent about my dating again.

“So, you and Benny, that ever happen?” Santiago asked. My brows rose and I leaned back against the cabinet.

“No.”

“What about you and Ironhead?” I shook my head.

“Nah. The guys didn’t tell you that we hadn’t?”

“They did, but they’re also very protective of you. Wouldn’t be surprised if they kept it quiet to defend your honor.” I rolled my eyes, mumbling,

“There isn’t much left to defend.”

Santiago laughed loudly, and I smiled, unable to help it. It was a pleasant sound.

“So what about you and me, that ever gonna happen?” He asked as he shut the faucet off and dried his hands. I watched him for a moment. For the first time since I’d met him, his flirting seemed genuine instead of showy.

“... It’s being considered.”

Santiago picked his beer up, lightly clinking the neck of his against the neck of mine.

“I will take that.”

——

“Look, I know that little crush of yours has reared its ugly head again. This could be so good for you,” Becca said, staring down at me. I didn’t answer, more focused on my breathing and maintaining a firm grip on the 75 pound straight bar I was using for chest presses. Becca had come to the gym with me and Benny that morning. I’d started going regularly with him as he began to train to fight again, and Becca had started to come with us as well, though I was starting to get the impression she was more interested in Benny than in fitness.

“And Santiago is... so cute. Hot, even.”

“Doing real well with this whole convincing thing, Beck,” I hissed out before replacing the bar in its cradle. I wilted, regaining control of my breathing. Becca leaned on the bar, folding her arms.

“Fine. How about this: Will is not interested. He’s never been into you, he treats you like a little sister. He still calls you ‘kid’, he’s engaged,” she listed, ticking the reasons off of her fingers.

“You two are never gonna happen. Ever. And you’re not fourteen anymore. He moved on with his life, it’s time for you to move on with yours.” I sat up, back to Becca. It hurt to hear, but deep down, I knew she was right. The idea of William had always been a long shot, because that was all it was: an idea. A childish, stupid idea.

“You good?” Benny asked, coming over to where me and Becca were. I nodded, getting up. I made to follow Benny to the next circuit, but Becca grasped my arm.

“If that was too harsh—“ She started. I stopped her, shaking my head.

“It was... perfect. And you’re right.” I smiled.

“Thanks, Becca.”

———

“I kinda figured you’d text me,” I said, putting the phone on speaker before setting it back atop a pile of papers I had left to grade.

“A little birdy told me that you prefer to talk on the phone,” Santiago said. I froze, eyeing the screen where Will’s name had popped up, trying to call me. I felt something heavy in my gut, and it took everything in me to decline the call. Santiago’s, “Still there?” Reminded me that this wasn’t about William Miller.

“Yes! Yeah— Sorry, you caught me in the middle of grading.” We chatted for a little bit, about the weather, what had happened at school that day, the fact that Santiago had booked his flight to Colombia.

“So how much longer are you gonna be in town?” I asked.

“Long enough to take you on a date,” was Santiago’s easy answer.

“You gonna come over and clean my kitchen?” I teased, and was surprised by the earnestness of his,

“If that’s what you want.”

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Prompt 18 Redfly - “We should do a couples costume” “we’re not a couple though"

‘We should do a couples costume.’ You told Tom as you sat across from him at the dining room table. ‘We’re not a couple though.’ He told you, you nodded but shrugged your shoulders, you were close friends you didn’t see a problem about it. ‘True, but who’s gonna play superman if I’m Louis?’ You asked him, he looked at you through the glasses he was wearing. ‘What?’ He asked confused. ‘Come on, I mean all you need is a superman top, which you probably have and I know you have a white shirt and black pants.’ You said as you pointed at the clothes he was wearing just now. ‘I don’t have a superman top, I have a batman one.’ He told you, you frowned slightly. ‘Well buy a superman top then?’ You said, it wasn’t a big deal but he shook his head as he placed the pen down. ‘Can’t I just go as Batman?’ He asked you, you shook your head. ‘Batman doesn’t go with Louis.’ You told him, he sighed and rubbed the inside of his eyes. ‘What’s Tess going as?’ He asked, you gave him a tight-lipped smile. ‘Something that you would tell her to return if you saw it.’ You told him. ‘Y/N, you were meant to watch over her.’ He told you, you raised a hand. ‘Chill, relax, it’s suitable but your over-protective side would come out.’ You explained to him and his brows dipped. ‘What is she going as?’ He asked you. ‘Tinkerbell.’ You told him, you watched as he relaxed slightly. ‘See told you it wasn’t that bad, so are we doing a couple costume?’ You asked him.

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