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undercoverpena · 4 months

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no need for mistletoe

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summary: all of that led to this. The now. Eyes staring at him as he stands in front of you in a moss-green shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, curls not buried by a hat. “Hi.” “Hi,” you reply, before he’s ushering you in.

warnings: fluff, soft!frankie, first kisses, christmas vibes, lil’ flirting. brief mention of Frankie being a dad. wordcount: 2.6k

to @nothoughtsjustmeds - merry christmas from me, to you. you gave such amazing prompts, i tried to include as many as i could, and here it is. i hope you love this as much as i heart you.

When the cab comes to a stop, you find yourself outside of a very nice house, on a very quiet street.

Dropping your gaze down to the address on your phone, swallowing. Your nerves suddenly begin doing their thing to your gut again. Working. Gnawing at your insides as you flick your gaze back up to the number on the mailbox.

That’s when you take in the little ‘Santa Stop Here’ sign stuck into the perfectly maintained grass, the faux snow footprints which lead up to the porch and the array of twinkling lights that set this one out against all the others.

And, honestly, it’s just what you imagined from his home.

Not that it stopped the nerves from swirling, doubling up inside you—apprehension having begun to mount itself on top of worry.

Taking a deep breath, you pull out some notes, paying with a smile, before stepping out with a keep the change—and a Merry Christmas—and a slam of the cab door.

It takes everything within you not to yank the door open and get back inside. Even more not to turn and look at the driver, to not show how nervous you were.

Instead, you stare ahead. Steadying yourself as tyres crunched gravel, silence washed itself over you.

And then you were alone. No way of turning back—not without a phone call and another long wait.

Glancing around, you hover your eyes over the homes on either side of the one you’re standing outside of. Noticing the differences in how they’re dressed, how subtly was more one style and perfectionism the other.

This house looked entirely different. And, even if your fingers shook as you clutched your phone, a smile still managed to cut through. Your mind concocting images of the boys all banding together to hang lights, orders being flung—reminiscent of when they’re all attempting to train Benny (all at fucking once).

Biting down on your lip, you blow out a nervous breath—because you’re here now. No point in dwelling. You just need to walk up, rap your knuckles on the door and say hello. Simple. Easy.

Yet, it takes another minute to place one foot in front of the other. Hand stuffing your phone into your pocket as you—the heels of your boots catching on the stone path, cautious not to smudge the prints that lead the way to his front door.

It had Benny who had told you the more the merrier. But would more mean you?

You who barely knew much about them. Outside the version of them you see at the gym.

The one you had inherited, been given, had handed to you—it’s what your dad would have wanted being said when the keys—all heavy and scary—were placed in your palm. No business knowledge, just given the tip to be good to the regulars—the regulars mainly being Benny, his brother and his friend.

It had begun with letting him in at odd hours. Then you’d gotten Will’s number, for when he was in town, for when he needed access to the gym to help his brother train.

Then, when their visits became more routine, that’s when you began staying later to do “admin”—code for wanting to be around just in case.

The just-in-case is the reason half your wardrobe is dumped on your bed and your nerves are frantic from the cab ride over.

Teeth nipping at your lip, you second-guess the bottle in your hand—the little paper bag of treats you’d managed to grab before the store closed. You begin to re-question your outfit, whether you were over or underdressed, whether he’d be mad that his friend just invited you—

A flurry of thoughts, all rushing around like snow in a storm. All landing, thickening at your feet, burying you deeper and deeper in doubts and worries until you’re shrouded in light.

It’s warm, almost pearlescent as it illuminates the wooden porch you’re standing on.

It was cliche, very romance-novel the way the two of you met. Him having stepped through the gym door, lit up by sunlight, hands stuffing his t-shirt into the back of his jeans. All broad, loose curls and dark features—and a shy smile that only slowly broke out across his face.

From there it was little waves. Your eyes linger on his fingers, the length, the way they appear worn, weathered—and sometimes accompanied by a band-aid, sometimes close to skin colour and others with cartoons on.

It’s a while until names are shared and exchanged. Until you can put together an idea of the man who always wears a sun-scorched hat and clothing from a colour palette you’ve named him.

Then, you learn little things. That he likes listening to vinyls, that he has a son, that he likes the idea of working out but prefers to keep fit by building things.

What kind of things? Anything. Anything? Anything.

It’s how the conversation first began when he’d offered to build you a bookcase. A small one—easily tucked away behind the counter you’re often perched at and he’s often leaning against. Pointing out that he always sees you with a book, and that you must have a pile of them at your feet.

That’s when you learned he was astute, too.

All of that led to this. The now.

Eyes staring at him as he stands in front of you in a moss-green shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, curls not buried by a hat.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you reply, before he’s ushering you in.

You hear the laughter from another room before the door is closed. Frankie hovers, taking the wine and the paper bag as you slide off your coat. His face flushed, eyes staring at you before you watch him swallow, mouth opening, but you beat him to it—

“Thank you… for not minding that Benny invited me over.”

Nodding, he smiles. “Well. I asked him to invite you.”

“Oh?”

Looking at his feet, he smiles—soft, more sly. “M’really glad you could make it.”

"Well, Merry Christmas Eve?"

Licking his lips, he seems to swallow. "Merry Christmas Eve."

There’s something intimate about photographs, especially in frames dotted around a home.

A sea of memories displayed, the stories there, but not quite heard. Not until someone is willing to share them, to animate the frame and allow it to make sense.

Your fingers trace the air close to them, lingering on unworried smiles, spotting the beginning signs of the lines you’ve come to admire.

In your wildest fantasies, you never thought you’d be here. Not as the hours ticked on, not even when the brothers bid their goodbyes, and you suggested going with them.

You don’t have to. No? No.

So you didn’t. Hovering in the living room as Frankie bids them goodbye. You hear the sounds of claps on the back, and boisterous goodbyes quickly hushed before they exchange plans for tomorrow. You’re distantly aware the door closes, and that there are approaching footsteps, but you don’t drag your eyes from the set of photos on the shelves.

“I’m sorry for… them.”

Grinning, you sip from your glass. “You don’t have to. I like them.”

Nodding, Frankie folds his arms, leaning in the doorway, your fingers still ever so close to one of the photo frames—one of five men, him in the middle, three out of the five recognised, the other two a mystery.

“Your son is adorable,” you say, glancing up at him, finding his eyes creasing as a grin adorns his face. “He has your smile.”

Letting the words wash over him, you take another sip, letting the taste coat your tongue, and smother over your bottom lip—all the while holding his gaze. The one unmoving, all unwilling to tear itself away from yours. It charges the air, and makes it vibrate. Forces the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up, and knots something in your stomach. All as heat blooms across the rest of you, up your neck, smearing itself across your chest.

Because he’s given you this stare a few times. But, never for this long.

Not this constantly, either.

It hasn’t ever made your throat feel this dry, not able to quench it even as you pour more liquid down it; it hasn’t ever quite made your ears burn, always just cheeks.

“You want to see my garden?” Narrowing your eyes, you watch him walk backwards, heading to his coat hook. “Heard you can see a lot of stars tonight.”

Smiling, you nod. Simple, fucking easily. Taking the jumper outstretched to you—fingers brushing over his, just lightly, a spark of something streaming up your wrist as his lips part.

A part of you, one full of longing and need, hopes he felt it too—wishing for it. More so, as you pull his jumper over your head, trying not to noticeably inhale as the warmth settles on your skin, and finds a home in your bones. You’re coated in him, both physically in his clothing and his scent. The one which lingers when he leaves your desk and you have always wished to bottle.

“C’mon,” he whispers, a twinge of nervousness to his tone.

So you do follow. Jacket under his arm as he grabs two bottles from the side—your hand placing your glass down, twirling the ends of his jumper around your fingers, letting him lead the way out, his foot propping open the door so you can head out first.

And he’s not wrong.

The sky is littered with them, soft twinkles thousands of miles away, looking down on the two of you as your warm breath makes spirals appear in front of you—slow wisps of steam that carry themselves to the few clouds floating past.

“You doing much tomorrow?”

You don’t know why you ask it, cringing inwardly. Because tomorrow is the twenty-fifth, and it’s obvious, even more so the more you think about it, that he’ll have his son. Likely to be somewhere for dinner from the conversation overheard.

Frankie steps closer, shoulder practically close to yours, recalling what you’d overheard, layering more information—sharing how he’ll pick his son up at lunchtime, bring him back to open presents, and then they’ll be off to Benny’s. He goes overboard, surprise, surprise.

Your laugh fills the air, somehow unsurprised until Frankie asks you what you’re doing.

“Um, well. I’m usually alone for Christmas—well, except for the other gym goers who also hate the holidays.”

Snorting, Frankie slides the jacket in his hand around your shoulders. Your eyes glance from the swings and slide to meet his gaze.

Iit’s warm when you do. All warm cocoa, digging into you, soaking you in something you’re trying to translate. Whatever it is, it makes your heart flutter in your chest, forces heat to rise up your neck again—kissing your cheeks, your ears.

“You should…” his hand rises, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighs. “Shouldn’t be alone.”

Rolling your lips, you gaze back over his garden—the small space you imagine only looks this good because of him. A small paradise, perfectly painted. Lit up by more strung lights and little lanterns plunged into different flowerbeds.

You smile at the swingset—the one made from mismatched wood. Your thoughts concoct an image of him building it, brushing his curls back from his forehead.

“You look really pretty,” he whispers.

And the words make your head turn, tentative, wary.

“Wish there was mistletoe.”

Your heart pounds and it distils the nerves. You don’t have to force it, it bleeds naturally over your lips—a smile which smudges over your face, and makes your hand place your bottle down on the ledge.

It’s quiet—oh, so quiet—as you turn to face him fully. Body turned, heart thundering in your chest, all suddenly empowered, awake, bold.

The thrum of one chance dancing with the blood in your veins.

“You don’t… you don’t need mistletoe, Frankie.”

“No?”

Shaking your head, you let out a breath.

Letting it fog the air, swirling itself out into the night as you clutch his jacket around your shoulders, watching him move.

It’s breathless the way he says okay. It’s swallowed by the soft slant of his mouth over yours. It’s instant, the way warmth spreads out through you. Made all the more powerful by accompanying fairy-light touches to your skin, allowing your body to curl into him.

Then, it deepens, your lips finding his with more purpose, more intention. His palms cup your cheeks, and like his gaze, his mouth is like fire. It rushes into your mouth, filling your chest and fanning its way out to your outer edges. It’s dizzying, magical—almost worthy of a foot rising off the ground or floating away into the clouds.

Your hands clutch at his shirt, balling it in your fingers as it turns messy, needy—all heated and desperate.

Then, you both part. Barely a slither of space between both your faces, his eyes opening, smothering you in something which makes a tangled coil of need tighten inside of you.

“Wanted to do that for a while,” he whispers, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

“I’ve wanted you to do that for a while.”

His fingers lightly skate over your cheek, thumb drawing light circles on your chin.

“You got any plans for the 27th?”

Shaking your head, you smile. “Just the gym.”

“Okay. I’m taking you out on our second date.”

Frowning, you begin to grin. “Second?”

Dropping his hand from your face, Frankie places a chaste kiss on your lips. One that makes you want to chase him for more, but the growing gap following it prevents you.

“Yeah, the first is me going inside, grabbing us a plate with some pizza on, and sitting under the stars. If… if that sounds okay?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “It sounds perfect.”

He grins, hand brushing over his chin as he takes a step back. Your hand digging for your phone, the screen illuminating, as you hear him pull open the back door of his place.

“Oh, and Frankie?” His eyes look over at you, wide, beautiful—a mixture of sudden worry and dread filling them. “Merry Christmas.”

Turning to flash him your phone, the minute just passing midnight, you smile—removing the fear in his eyes, making them widen, and grow.

He thinks. Ponders.

Can see it in the way his eyes narrow and a line appears between his brows. Then, the door in his hand meets the frame, and the soles of his boots hammer on the decking, before he closes the gap to you within four strides, your face in his hands, lips pressed to yours.

“A kiss from you is the best gift I could have ever have gotten,” he whispers, between stealing your breath.

Swallowing, you roll your lips—tasting the beer from his lips on your own. “And a date with you is all I wished for.”

an: i really want a pizza under the stars with frankie now

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perotovar · 6 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 1) "transmission"

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pairing: frankie morales/nb!oc (they/them) rating: T (for now) chapter warnings: discussions of sexuality/gender (frankie doesn't understand some things and may use language that would be harmful, but it's not intentional), limited knowledge of the military, goth stereotypes abound, mentions of drug addiction/recovery, swearing, cute shit word count: 2.7k dividers by @saradika

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series summary: frankie morales thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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a/n - i can't thank y'all enough for giving my fic a chance! i'm really nervous about posting it since i haven't properly written anything in years, but i've had some lovely cheerleaders (@scenaaario - who is also my lovely beta, i want to kiss you on the mouth for making this fic sound like i wanted it to ♥♥ - @undercoverpena @mrsquill and @kedsandtubesocks i love you guys ♥) along the way that gave me the motivation to post this little story. comments and reblogs are super appreciated! i'd love to hear what y'all think <3

In 1994, the U.S. adopted “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” as the official federal policy on military service by lesbian, gay and bisexual individuals. It was officially repealed in 2011. Seventeen years. For seventeen years, LGBTQ folks, Frankie included, had to hide. At least, he felt he needed to.

He knew he was bisexual when he and his childhood best friend Mateo were in their sophomore year of high school. Frankie and all the other boys started to hit puberty the year before and things were changing: facial hair was slowly growing, voices were dropping. Mateo started to develop a little faster than Frankie did. Frankie really liked how Mateo was developing. It was a little weird, because they’d been best friends since they were still wearing underoos, but Frankie started to feel things whenever he hung out with Mateo. Things he normally only felt whenever Alana in third period flipped her hair over her shoulder, or whenever Charlotte in fifth period stretched before she started writing and her sweater pulled over her chest a little too much.

Frankie didn’t know what to do with this information or these feelings. He didn’t have a word for any of it, so he just never said anything. He had a couple girlfriends throughout high school, and to anyone who cared to think on it, would see that Frankie was like any other straight, high school boy.

In 1994, Francisco Morales joined the military. He was nineteen. It was never his plan growing up to join, but his dad always wanted him to. When he didn’t have his own plan after high school, he figured it was a safe bet since he had family in the service. While there, he worked his way up in the ranks and eventually met his brothers: Santiago, Benny, Will, and Tom. They would die for each other, had signed up to do so, in fact. He’d grown closest to Santiago, and it was the first time since he was 15 that he got those feelings again. He pushed them to the side, though, because that’s when she came into his life. He didn’t need those feelings getting in the way.

Frankie’s bisexuality really only came into his life a couple of times. His first girlfriend in the military, Layla, was also bisexual and that’s when he learned what the word was and that it also applied to him. She only ever told him since Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was in full swing. Of course he kept her secret, because she also kept his.

The only one of his group of brothers that didn’t know about his sexuality was Tom. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell him, and the others agreed it was best to keep it quiet. Santiago was the first one to know, then Will, and finally Benny. Ben was Ben about it when he found out. He immediately hugged Frankie and excitedly suggested they go to a gay bar instead of their usual hang out. It made Frankie laugh and Will smacked Ben on the back of the head. (They did end up going to a couple of gay bars from time to time. Frankie only went home with a guy once and the guys gave him a lot of shit for it, asking for details. Santiago gave him a smile and patted him on the back and said, “I’m glad you’re finally here, hermano.”)

Frankie had one man he’d consider a “boyfriend” in his life. After he left the military and after DADT was repealed, he went on a bit of a binge. He started hooking up with people more often, despite his introverted nature. He was always careful, safe, and eventually kept to one man for a couple years, before an especially messy breakup. They were both pilots in the military, but were based in different states; Frankie in Florida, and Jackson in Kentucky. They bonded quickly after meeting at a nightclub in Nashville. Neither one of them remembers why they were there, but they made it a point to see each other frequently, each of them taking turns flying out to see the other.

The breakup happened after Jackson found Frankie’s stash for the last time. The military affected everyone differently. For Frankie, his coke addiction is what got him through the sleepless nights. Jackson had found Frankie one too many times leaned over the back of a toilet and snorting god knows what. Jackson had his own problems with drugs and felt that Frankie ignored them in search of his next fix. Addiction had completely taken over Frankie’s life for the better part of five years. Frankie hated Jackson for leaving him when he most needed him, and lashed out, accusing Jackson of only ever wanting to fuck. That broke Jackson, as he thought about how deeply he loved Frankie. Gay marriage was legalized a year later, and had things panned out differently, they might still be together. He doesn’t blame Jackson for leaving anymore.

Frankie’s daughter, Marisol, changed everything. She was the love of his life, and he would do anything for her. After going back to his days of sleeping around after Jackson left, he met Maya. He kept telling her that he would get clean and go to therapy while she was pregnant, but not until he held his little Marisol in his arms for the first time did he commit to both. He and Maya never planned on being together officially, and decided co-parenting would be their best option.

He’d been clean and sober for two years by the time Santi told him about the Colombia job. He hadn’t flown, or been allowed to in that time, and was pretty content to never do so again. Every time he got in the pilot’s seat, it would take him to terrible places. But Santi was his best friend, so he took the job. He relapsed when he got home, after Tom. He never blamed Santi for it. He gave Frankie a choice, and where he could’ve said no, he didn’t.

Which brings him to where he is now, two years after Colombia. He’d crossed the street and stood in line for the entrance. He hadn’t been to this nightclub in a while. He looked up at the sign for the club, and raised an eyebrow. The Night Owl. That… isn’t what it was called last time. Was it sold? Apparently, it had recently undergone a rebranding, with new owners, and a slightly… different clientele.

The best way he could describe it now was that it was a goth club. Frankie had never personally been to this sort of club, not really being a fan of the music or subculture, but never had a negative opinion either. He stuck out like a sore thumb when he entered, the bouncer giving him a once over and chuckling, but letting him in anyway.

He made his way over to the bar and had a seat, taking in his surroundings and started people watching. He planned on going out tonight, and possibly go home with someone. A club is a club, so he decided to stick around and see what all the fuss was about.

The walls shook with the heavy bass and beats of the music. It wasn’t like anything he’d heard before. His nostrils filled with the scent of clove cigarettes and hairspray. Everywhere he looked, someone completely decked out in teased hair and black clothing caught his attention. He smiled softly at all the variations in people’s style, wondering how long it took for all of them to get ready in the morning.

The bartender, a large man with heavy eye makeup and a lot of chains and spikes, came up to him and smirked. He felt a presence behind him and when Frankie finally faced forward again, he startled a little, not expecting such an imposing figure to be giving him a staredown.

“What’ll you be havin’, stripes?”

“Stripes?”

The bartender, who had a patch sewed onto his denim vest that read “Viper”, rolled his eyes and gestured vaguely to Frankie’s whole self. “You mean to tell me you’re not military?”

Frankie blinked a couple times and huffed a laugh. “Ex-military, yeah. Is that… okay?”

Viper gave him a long look, eyes slightly narrowed, and pointed to one of the many tattoos on his arm, up high on his shoulder. It was an old one, a little faded, but Frankie recognized it as the stripes given to Sergeant Majors. “I left after this. Got injured,” he said.

“Sorry to hear that.”

Viper shrugged and reached under the bar, cleaning a glass. “I’m not. So what’re you havin’?”

Frankie thought about it for a second. “I’ll probably regret this, but surprise me.”

An amused look crossed Viper’s features, but he nodded and started mixing a drink for him. Frankie noticed all the ingredients used; lager beer, hard cider, and some kind of syrup. He raised a brow and picked up the glass as Viper slid it across the bar for him. Frankie gave him a look as if to say, ‘Is this safe?’ despite having just watched Viper make it. The bartender chuckled and just gestured for him to give it a try.

Frankie took a deep breath and gulped down a drink. A little foam was stuck to his mustache when he lowered the glass from his face. “Not bad. What is it?” Frankie asked.

“Snakebite. Kind of a staple around here,” Viper hummed, cleaning a different glass.

Frankie chuckled at the name. Of course that’s what it was called.

Viper was pulled away when a pretty girl with big, teased hair and dark makeup came up to the bar. Frankie took the opportunity to look around the place again.

The music was best described as “dark” and “broody”, unsurprisingly, with slow tempos and even lower vocals. Everyone on the dancefloor was slowly swaying back and forth and, once in a while, would move their arms in ethereal shapes.

Frankie remembered seeing one of the younger teachers at Marisol’s daycare wearing a t-shirt with a band logo that looked like a bundle of sticks. He tried figuring out what it said once, but was too afraid to ask, so he still doesn’t know. He doesn’t think she’d be at this kind of club.

“You’re new. Bit like a zoo your first time here, I bet.”

Frankie startled, putting his hand over his heart and turned to look at who was talking. Someone had sat next to him and was grinning, taking a sip from their own drink; something dark red and a little cloudy. He blinked a couple times and took in their features; big green eyes rimmed with dark lines, two different nose piercings, and black lipstick. Their hair was long and straight, dark, and with the right side in front of their ear shaved completely. He couldn’t quite figure out if who he was talking to was male or female, the androgyny of their look very clear.

“Uhh, hello?” They waved their hand, full of rings and black nail polish, in front of his face and chuckled quietly. “Oh! Maybe–” They cut themselves off and started making a bunch of symbols and shapes with their fingers and hands.

Frankie blinked and started laughing softly. “I’m not deaf! Sorry,” he grinned. “You just startled me, that's all.”

“Oh!” The stranger laughed, too, putting a hand on his right knee in a friendly gesture. He looked down at the hand and smiled, his heart skipping a beat. Even if he didn’t know very much about them, he couldn’t deny it; they were very pretty.

He removed his cap and ran his fingers through the unruly curls for a second before putting the hat back on. “Sorry,” he repeated, shaking his head slightly. “Yeah, it’s my first time here. I didn’t realize the club had changed owners.”

“It did?” They asked, tilting their head to the left slightly.

“Yeah, it was a– Uh, last time I was here, it was a… different kind of club,” Frankie mumbled.

The stranger’s eyes twinkled mischievously, the smirk still present on their lips. “What kind of club? Are you secretly into some really heavy BDSM type stuff?” They wiggled their eyebrows.

Frankie had started taking a drink of his Snakebite again and nearly choked on it at the stranger’s teasing. He coughed a couple times, a wide grin on his face. “No! Nothing like that,” he chuckled.

The stranger snapped their ring-clad fingers like they were hoping he’d say otherwise and slumped their shoulders in disappointment. “Damn…”

Frankie’s cheeks warmed at the insinuation, but laughed, convinced they were just joking with him. He cleared his throat and continued, “Y-Yeah, uh, I wasn’t expecting this kind of… group, when I came by. Although, the name of the place probably should’ve warned me.”

“What kind of group?” The stranger grinned, watching his handsome features change from thoughtful to concerned.

Frankie panicked, worried he’d somehow offended them, and cleared his throat again. “N-Not that there’s anything wrong with– Um! I don’t, actually… know,” he tapered off, looking down as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

The stranger snorted and waved him off. “I’m fucking with you,” they laughed. “I know what you mean. When I heard a new club opened up closer to my apartment, I got pretty excited. No more hour-long drives to the nearest one, y’know?”

Frankie nodded, their low, smooth voice captivating him the longer they spoke.

“Oh! Meant to say this before, but my name’s River,” they smiled and held their hand out to him to shake.

“Frankie,” he answered, holding his own hand out to return the gesture. But River beat him to it, and gripped his long, thick fingers in their own hand and kissed the back of his softly.

Frankie blushed like mad, eyes widening slightly. No one had ever kissed his hand before. He kept his eyes downcast, his hand still securely in River’s grasp.

River tilted their head, brows furrowed in concern before letting go of his hand. “Sorry, was that–?”

“No! N-No, um…” Frankie smiled shyly, tugging at a loose curl behind his ear. “It was fine– Nice, actually.”

River grinned as if they had clocked him immediately. “Well, Frankie, it was very nice meeting you. Will I see you here again?” They asked, looking him up and down.

Frankie found himself nodding before he could say or do anything else. “Y-Yeah, absolutely. Um, how–?”

“My song just came on, and I simply must dance to it. Later,” River winked, stood, and leaned over to kiss Frankie’s cheek as they slipped something into the front pocket of his flannel shirt.

River was gone before Frankie could ask anything else, his eyes following after them as they reached the dancefloor. He watched them dance for a few minutes before he was brought out of it by someone clearing their throat behind him. He spun around and saw Viper, the bartender, leaning toward him and giving him a look.

“You gonna pay for these drinks?” He grumbled, motioning toward Frankie’s Snakebite and whatever River was drinking.

He followed Viper’s tattooed finger and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, pulling his wallet out and putting a couple bills on the bar. Viper nodded in thanks and Frankie took that as his cue to leave.

As he stood, he looked toward the dancefloor again in the hopes of seeing River one last time. When he didn’t, he tried to shake himself off and made his way toward the entrance. The bouncer gave him a look and Frankie just shrugged as he exited the club. The cool night air hit his still-warm cheeks, making him feel like he came back to reality.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled to himself and reached into his front pocket and pulled out a little scrap of paper. A phone number with two cute little devil horns drawn on either side and a little, ‘text me?’ written down beneath it.

Frankie smiled to himself and rubbed the ink on the paper with his thumb.

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Sunflower (Frankie Morales x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: mentions of sex, other than that just fluff

Word count: 822 words

A/N: Saw a TikTok, instantly though of Frankie 🥰 Also two fics in one day? I’m tryna feed my childrens ok 🥹

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He was doing this on purpose. You were supposed to be completing your lesson plan but instead you're staring at the man who is doing pull-ups in front of you. The small part of your mind that was tied down to Earth was aware of the amount of saliva that had pooled in your mouth. Any more and you would’ve started to choke. Your eyes trailed past your laptop as you watched your boyfriend’s t-shirt strain under the flexing of his back muscles.

Frankie had subtly set up the wall pull-up bar right in front of your working desk and the contraption has been the bane of your existence since he started using it.

Who in the fuck does pull-ups at 11 pm on a Sunday night?

Frankie had tried anything in his power to distract you. He tickled you, kissed your neck and stole your laptop, but to no avail. You had practiced deep breathing techniques to immune yourself from the tickles, strained yourself from caving into Frankie’s soft kisses and your backup laptop sat perfectly under your thighs, your document safely backed up the cloud as you smiled sweetly at your fuming boyfriend. It was then when Frankie decided to (literally) pull out the big guns.

His legs were crossed at his ankles, creating the perfect vision of his butt that was displayed in front of you. You glared at his butt as if it was the cause of all your problems. If you had a boyfriend who didn’t have such a fat, juicy butt then you’d not have a problem with your concentration. But where was the fun in that?

His arms looked dangerous from this vantage point, shining with sweat that made his skin look like he was doused with honey. You knew first hand how those biceps have the ability to literally smother you in your sleep. His biceps made you dizzy with delight as you could see the array of scratches you left from last night, even at a distance.

You lick your teeth, wondering whether you could sneak a bite when a small chuckle from him threw you off balance.

“Heh, my plan worked.” he said with a sing songy voice as he let go of the bar and walked towards you.

“How-?”

“Your breathing gave it away, mi girasol. Besides, you stopped typing for a good fifteen minutes now.” he cut you off with a cheeky grin.

Mi girasol.

Frankie Morales really knew how to tune you to sing the right notes. With his perfect golden retriever smile and his sweet charming words, you knew you were absolutely done for. He had bought you sunflowers on your first date, not knowing that they were one of your most favorite things in the world. The nickname stuck, and your heart swelled anytime he called you that in his native tongue.

“I hate you, Francisco Morales.” you mumble as you feel the weight of his taunting gaze on you.

“You’re so bad at lying.” he says pointedly as he walks around the table to kiss your forehead.

“I am going to get rid of that pull-up bar.” you said smugly, getting up from your seat.

“Love to see you try.” Frankie retorted with a grin, crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby wall.

You stood at the doorway and looked up, wondering why the bar was so far up. Stretching one arm out, you try to grab onto the bar, but you obviously couldn't so instead, you resorted to jumping.

You huffed, clearly annoyed at your state of affairs as Frankie continuously chuckled from where he was standing. You jumped a few more times before large hands grabbed onto you and lifted you up by your waist. You grabbed onto the bar above you and your legs dangled below you as Frankie’s big head appeared in front of you with a shit eating grin.

“Gonna admit defeat, girasol?” he smiled, cupping your face with his hands.

“Help me do a pull-up and maybe I will.” you said, frowning at him.

“Of course, bebita.” he said as he slid his hands over your tits and abdomen before settling them onto your hips.

He pushed you up until your chin touched the bar and as he lowered you down, you swung your legs to lock your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer, letting go of the bar as he gripped you tighter. You giggled as he started to pepper your face with kisses, his beard tickling you in all the right spots.

You took his face in your hands and admired his earthy eyes as you pulled away. He smiled dopey back and swayed the both of you as you stroked his hair.

“I love you, and your juicy butt, mi sol.” you said giving him a kiss on the nose.

“I love you more, mi girasol.” he chuckles again, his eyes shining with your love.

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Translations:

Mi sol: my sun

Mi girasol: my sunflower

Bebita: baby girl

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romanarose · 1 year

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Physical Touch with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List All fanfic masterlist

Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you in Physical touch, and you returning it. Be sure to comment which love language you'd like to see next!

Acts of Service Word of Affirmation Quality Time

Warnings: PIV sex, nonsexual nudity, mentions of oral, (f and m receiving), chronic pain, brief reference to child abuse (bc I can't let the Millers off easy, can I)

Didn't want to make his too sexual bc physical touch isn't just about sex but like. Let's be honest here, am I wrong?

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Benny Miller

Don't let him fool you. Benny is a strong farm boy, ex-military, but he's not afraid of being things that may be perceived as feminine. He will take any opportunity to touch you, even in the most innocent ways. You had a long day, and Benny was more than happy to treat you right. Using ingredients in the fridge that google said made face and hair masks (Is there avocado on your face right now? Yes. Are entirely sure the egg in your hair is doing anything? No.) Benny gives you the first facial that didn't involve his dick in your face since college. He puts on a homemade hair mask in your hair, massaging it into your scalp tenderly, and even letting you put the remainder in his hair. In the shower he washes you, and impressively does not make a move o fuck you, simply taking care of you. Afterwards, you sit in front of the tv between Benny's legs as he brushes and braids your hair so that the shiny locks (the eggs did work!) are in nice waves in the morning.

Benny had a long day, walking in your house and immediately flopping on the couch as he said hello. You knew what he wanted, even if he wouldn't ask, feeling silly. Walking over to him, you ask if he wants you to lay with him and he nods. Carefully, you lay down on top of his sprawled-out body. As you watched ABC family you play with his messy blonde hair, full body weight on him and wondering how he could breathe, you felt his body relaxing.

"You know Benny, we can get you a weighted blanket"

"I like this better."

Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia can't keep his hands off you, the bedroom is no exception. Santi would partake in a myriad of positions, but his favorites were anything that he got the most contact with your skin. Doing doggy style, he never strayed far, his chest connecting with your back, or he'd pull you up flush against him to cup your breasts and kiss your neck. When he went down on you, Santiago's hands were always busy, roaming your body as if it was the first time being explored. This man cannot even sit back and enjoy a blowjob, his hands are always in your hair as he tells you how beautiful you are, touching your tits, or feeling himself in your throat.

Stubborn man. He will not ask for help if it's his only option. He'll beg you to give him a 5th orgasm, but he cannot admit when he's in pain. It's not just his knees. This man is middle aged, and just like you, he has pains. When you push Santi onto the couch, telling him to take off his jeans, a grin splits on his face. "Hold your horses, cowboy"

You pull out the container of magnesium lotion, and he looks even more excited. "Santi it's not lube!" You rub the lotion on his legs, tenderly and carefully taking care of his knees and calves, even going to far are to peel off his socks. Initially not a fan, insisting his feet are 'gross', you insist you don't mind (he is freshly showered, of course) and ask if it's okay to try it. He lets you, and find he really, really likes his feet massaged. The magnesium helps with the aches, and it's always nice to skin to skin.

Will Miller

His body was broad and sweaty and all-consuming over you, his back chest up against your back as he fucked into your center, deep as always. Every fucking inch of you was covered by him, protected. As he lay on top, full weight heavy and comforting, his arms were wrapped over yours, fingers intertwined, even his legs were pinning you to the mattress. He came inside you, warmth coating you on the inside as much as his skin did on the outside, he took a few moments to breath to relish feeling you so completely. "Baby, can we stay like this for a bit?" He asked, not wanting to be any further away than he was right now. As he laid on top of you, only pulling away slightly to put a blanket over the pair of you, all you can think of is how safe and cared for he makes you feel. You fall asleep like that, with him still inside you, as close as two people can possibly be.

Will isn't a talker. If he's bothered, or upset or sad, he's not going to tell you. But that's why your job is take care of him. He cares for you, you care for him. But you have to frame it as asking a favor, as needing him. So, bathtub full of water lavender oil and Epsom salt, (no candle bc strong smells hurt Will's head), an open door so the steam and heat doesn't trigger him, you lay in the warm water with Will's large body surrounding you. He had his arms wrapped around you, knees bent around you as metaphorical extra protection to some imagined threat. Will likes this. Will likes being there to comfort you, Will likes to be there to protect you. Will is a caretaker, a protector, first and foremost, just ask Ben. Who shielded Ben from their dads alcoholic rages? Who bandages him up after fights? Will. Will needs to be needed, and you are happy to allow him that.

Francisco Morales

A hand on your thigh, fingers interlaced as you walk, a grasp around your waist. It's protective, he knows how men at bars can be, but also a bit possessive, you know, how Frankie wants to touch you all the time. His mind constantly whirs with worst case scenarios... he doesn't want you getting hurt, or someone touching you without consent... but also... he likes knowing. He likes knowing that other men see you, but know they can't have you, wouldn't even try, not with the way you sit on his lap. You are all dolled up, showing so much skin that a lesser man would be nervous, or demand you change. But Frankie doesn't see it like that. First of all, he would never tell you what to do. Second of all, he couldn't even if he tried, but thirdly, the primal, animalistic party of his mind loved showing you off. Look at how good you looked, and only he got to put his hands on you (Well, and Ben as you swing danced to Come on Eileen but that's beside the point). Frankie pinches your ass as you lean over the bar ordering another drink. For good measure.

Later that evening, as the crowd fills in and the men get drunker, more obvious with their staring, even as you are surrounded by four ex-military men, you notice Frankie's touch more and more possessive around you. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, much to more Frankie's visible distress, and on your way back to put money in the jukebox. After a few other peoples songs came and went, Frankie immediately looks up from his drink, looking at Santi as "Siempre en mi Mente" by Juan Gabriel comes on, asking if he put it on, the only person Frankie assumed would even know Juan Gabriel. But you had paid attention to his Spotify as he cooked Sunday morning breakfast. Taking his large, rough hand, you pull Francisco to the dance floor. In the predominantly white small southern town, no one really knew the song, but a few couples were dancing, because really, who is resistant to Juan Gabriel? For the most part, however, the dance floor was nearly empty. This meant that as Frankie held you close, singing along to the words with his mouth hot against your ear, every men in the bar who had been eyeing you got to see his your hands on his as, signaling in no uncertain terms who you belonged to.

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pimosworld · 4 months

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Santa’s a home wrecker

Pairing-Triple Frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- A little kiss leads to a Christmas morning misunderstanding.

CW-18+, Fluff, so much fluff, Kissing Santa, Pregnancy hormones, tf boys being great parents, polyamorous relationship, navigating a mixed family.

WK-1.6K

A/N- Set in the story of us universe but obviously in the future. We jumped way ahead here folks but I hope you love this fluffy snippet into their future lives.

Not beta read

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It’s a little easier now since they let you sleep on the end, but it’s still a chore to roll out of bed with your heavily pregnant belly in tow. You sit on the edge for a moment trying to soothe yourself as the kicks come in quick succession.

You try as quietly as you can to make your way out of the bedroom, stealing a glance at Ben’s large form sprawled across Frankie in the most uncomfortable way.

You're wrapped up in your fluffy red robe, an early Christmas gift from the boys that you’ve been living in for the last month or so while you grow out of everything else you own.

The house is quiet and warm as you shuffle down the hallway and smells like cinnamon apples from the pies you made for Christmas Day.

A peek into the spare bedroom shows you a glimpse into most of your nights when it's Santiago’s turn to put the kids down for bed.

He’s snoring in the chair that sits between Camila and little Santiago’s beds. Both children slumbering away as they dream about the most exciting day of the year.

Some rustling is coming from the living room and you round the corner to a site that will never cease to make you smile. The boys take turns being Santa every year and they never do anything halfway. Your arms are crossed as you lean against the wall staring at the rich, dark red velvet material bent over in front of the tree. Deliberately placing gifts from the giant red bag in various spots.

You let out a low whistle as you make your way towards the bearded man. “Santa has a nice ass.”

He chuckles and stands gesturing with his arms for you to come to him. It’s a bit of a struggle now to be held but he still makes you feel all warm and fuzzy as you sway in the living room in front of the lowlights of the tree. You humm as he rubs your belly, somehow the kicking stops as if the baby taking up home inside knows whose hands are caressing you.

“How’s mama doing?” He asks as he kisses your neck, the fluff from his beard tickling you slightly.

“I’m tired…someone keeps kicking me.” You sigh into his touch as he drops to his knees, his fingers kneading that spot in your back that he knows pains you throughout the day.

“Hey little guy.” He speaks so softly in some adorable voice he’s made up.

“He’s a big guy, Will…a very big guy.” You know well enough having been told ad nauseum Miller babies are big.

“Hey big guy…I need you to give your momma a rest so she can enjoy tomorrow okay?” He holds his ear to your belly and nods. When he looks up at you all you can make out is those piercing blue eyes nestled between the red hat and white beard. “He said okay.”

A small tear escapes as he kisses your belly and stands again. You can’t even blame it on the hormones.

“Go lay down, I’ll bring you some tea when I finish here.” One last kiss to your lips and he’s shooing you away so he can complete his Santa duties and enjoy his peanut butter cookies special request.

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Frankie stacks the pancakes high on the plate next to the stove, as he moves on to the eggs and bacon.

Ben hasn’t said a word just eyeing the food as you enjoy your morning tea, surprised the kids haven’t graced you with their presence yet.

Santi’s creaking bones enter the kitchen before he’s seen as he cracks his back in the hallway. Frankie laughs from the stove as he flips the bacon perfectly somehow never burning it.

“Laugh it up hermano.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before heading over to the fresh coffee pot.

“I’m not the one that keeps falling asleep in the chair.”

You hear the sound of hurried footsteps down the hallway as Camila quickly emerges into the kitchen beaming from ear to ear. She barrels into Frankie hugging him from behind as he reaches around and ruffles her long black curls. “Buenos Días papá.”

“Buenos Días mi amor.”

Frankie kisses her forehead and she makes her way over to you and Santi to say her good mornings and receive hugs and kisses.

She climbs into Ben’s lap forgoing an open seat as she waits for breakfast to finish. The way the two of them could eat you were worried about welcoming another Miller into the household for lack of food resources.

“Good Morning daddy.” She wraps her little arms around him and it’s a feeling he’ll never get used to.

“Good morning honey.” She stole your nickname early on when she could look so sweet at them and instantly get her way.

There was a rule from the beginning that there would be no distinction unless medically necessary between the fathers. They were all fathers and that’s all that mattered.

“Sweetie, where's Santiago?” She looks slightly uncomfortable as she leans in and whispers something in Ben’s ear.

“He’s not coming?” Ben looks over to you as Santi looks to Frankie now done cooking breakfast.

She leans in again whispering something as Ben’s eyes widen. He has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing at the situation that he knows will need to be handled swiftly.

“He doesn’t want to open presents from a home wrecker.”

You’re grateful you hadn’t taken a sip of your tea or it would’ve been all over your new robe.

Frankie flicks off the stove and heads over to the table. “How do you even know that word, young lady?”

Ben leans in whispering something in her ear and she relaxes slightly.

“Well…ugh.” She’s in the hot seat by way of Santi much like her father often does to other people. You lay your hand on hers and wince slightly cursing this baby for picking the most opportune moments to make himself known.

“Camila it’s okay, you can tell me…you’re not in trouble.”

“Tia Marí said Tio John kissed a homewrecker and that’s why they’re not together anymore.” It comes out all rushed and flustered and you're trying not to giggle at her panicked confession.

Frankie points at Santi while he still looks on confused. “Your sister is off babysitting duty for a while.”

Santi scrubs his hand down his face. “I'm still not following.”

Ben places his hands over her ears so she can’t hear. “Will was Santa last night.” He grits out as she giggles.

Santiago must have woken up and seen you kissing “Santa”.

“Daddy I can’t hear anything.” He starts tickling her as she squeals in delight.

“Good because if you did, you wouldn’t get any presents.” They continue their giggles as you let out a long sigh.

“We’re gonna eat breakfast while you two go handle that.” Frankie starts serving up plates as Ben and Camila clap in excitement.

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Santiago is face down in the blankets when you enter his room. He was a deep sleeper so it was pretty obvious when he was pretending. His little breaths are coming in shallow like he just ran here and plopped himself down.

You have a seat on the edge as Santi sits in the chair beside him.

Santi rubs his back hoping to calm him a little before he speaks. “Hey bud, you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

Inaudible mumbles come from the pillow and you bite down on your tongue at the mirror image. Payback for all the time Santi made someone chase him for a simple misunderstanding coming back ten fold.

“I didn’t hear you mijo, que pasó.” He slowly rolls him over as Santiago rubs his red eyes.

“I…don’t want…I don’t want.” He’s sniffling and Santi tries to calm him so he can catch his breath.

“Deep breaths bud.”

He shakily inhales and wipes his little hands on the blanket. “I don’t want Santa to break up our home.”

You could kill Maria for almost ruining Christmas morning, but you know one day you’ll get to tell this hilarious story to your children when they’re all grown up. You let Santiago take the reins even though you did kiss Santa. This was not your mess to clean up.

“Santiago, no one is breaking up our home. I love your mama very much.” Santiago crawls over to you as you wrap him up in your arms, kissing his unruly brown locks.

“You promise?” Your heart breaks a little as those little puppy dog eyes look up at you.

“Yes we promise.” He exhales as he relaxes in your arms and you look up at Santi incredulously.

“Santa is my friend…he’s allowed to kiss your mama.” Santiago looks up at his dad with pure shock written all over his face.

“WHAT!” He balks at him as you burst into a fit of laughter.

“HO, HO,HO…” The boisterous sound echoes down the hallway from the living room.

Santiago scrambles off your lap as you fall back with an oomph. Your belly won’t allow anymore movements like that so you succumb to the comfort of his tiny car bed, as his father chases after him.

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Camila is standing in front of the tree as Santa hands her the first gift.

“Well hello little boy, would you like a gift from Santa?”

He runs up to him with his hands on his hips as he pokes him in the surprisingly hard belly. “Next time just drop off the gifts and go.”

Will looks up confused by his son's words as Frankie and Benny are losing it in the kitchen.

Santi stands there in the same stance.

“Don’t worry I’ll explain later.”

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Belly lift - Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x F!Pregnant!Reader

Warning: pregnancy, tik tok challenge, Frankie's happy ending 🥺

A/n: this man is so precious and Pedro is such an amazing actor, I fell in love with him through this movie. And I was inspired by the tik tok challenge I kept seeing enjoy

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You were currently seven months pregnant and currently leaning over the sink in order to do the dishes comfortably. Your back had been hurting worse than usual.

Little baby Morales was pushing against your spine, so here you are bent halfway over the sink, washing a pot you had used only hours earlier.

Frankie was currently out with the boys and wouldn't be home for another hour and you really wished the time would go by quicker so he could be home and rub the notes out of your shoulders and have a good cuddle with you as you both fall asleep in the bed.

You are lost in your own world, you don't even notice Frankie walk in through the front door. He's quiet, he lays his keys on the coffee table and takes his boots off. He watches you from the living room, his beautiful wife, the mother of his child. He can see the tension in your shoulders. He quickly makes his way to you.

“Hey carino,” he whispers into your ear, a hand goes to your hip and the other under your belly.

You moan out, the feeling of Frankie holding your belly feels like heaven.

“Baby, you're home early,” you begin to feel yourself relax.

“Here baby, let me help you. Benny showed me this tik tok he found,” Frankie guides you away from the sink. He goes and stands behind you, placing his hands underneath your belly. He slowly lifts your belly, causing a relaxed sigh to escape your mouth.

“Bebita, let me know when you want me to let your belly back down,” He says in your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“Can you hold me like this for the next two months?” you laugh out while running your hands over his. You can't wait for baby morales to come and for the both of you to hold your child. “Ok mi amor, i think i'm ready for you to release me,”

He lowers your swollen belly back down just as gently as he had lifted it in the first place, a pleasant smile appears on your face as you relish in the feeling that is no longer there.

“I can't wait to meet our baby,” he says as he comes to your front, “I don't think I have ever seen you so beautiful as seeing you pregnant,” he says as he leans his forehead against your own.

“So I wasn't beautiful on our wedding day? I do recall you saying that exact thing when you saw me at our first look,” you smirk at him, watching as his cheeks get red, “I love you Francisco, so much. You've given me everything I could have asked for.” tears began to well in your eyes as you speak. Fuckin pregnancy hormones.

He kisses your cheeks where the tears streaked down your face, “I love you mi vida, thank you for giving me everything,”

“I love you more my love,” you smile.

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enchantingqueenkitten · 10 months

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All the Fire Bright

Will Miller x Reader

He had been sitting with his group of friends, huddled to the side of the bar, talking. It had been a while since he had seen these boys and they decided to take a week long vacation. Like brothers bonding, reconnecting and simply enjoying their life outside of service. When he caught sight of her, in her simple but classy black dress and strappy sandals, he knew he had to talk to her. She sat a couple of tables down from him and his group. He could still see her in his view. She hadn’t noticed his staring. His brother on the other hand, had.

“See something you like, brother?” Benny nudged Will in the ribs knowingly. It had been a while since Ben had seen his brother interested in anything other than his routine - which consisted of: eat, train, give a motivation talk at the army training academy, sleep and doing it all over again. This vacation was definitely something Will needed. Benny hadn’t pushed his brother on the romance front with the ladies. He knew that his past relationship, with his fiancé, Tara, had not turned out too well. Will’s PTSD had reared its ugly head and caused serious trouble. Almost killing a man in Publix of all places because he didn’t move his cart when Will had asked him to. That was a day that Will never forgets and he makes a point of explaining the detrimental effects of war and serving your country in lectures that he is asked to give at the training academy.

“Go and talk to her man.” Benny whispered.

She still hadn’t noticed him and Will was out of practise. He didn’t usually do this sort of thing. He hadn’t done it in a long time. Will ignored Benny’s remarks and continued to tune into the conversation around him but his eyes kept finding the beauty sitting across the room. She was laughing at something the blonde with her had said.

“Yo, Will, you okay man?” Pope had caught on now. Great.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Will averted his eyes and took a swing of his beer.

“Nah man,” Benny started, “Will has his eyes on the pretty brunette over there.”

Slowly, all the men at the table turned and look at the brunette Benny was talking about.

“Damn.” Frankie muttered taking a swing of his own beer.

“Will, if you don’t go over there right now, you’re going to regret it.” Poke pushed on.

“Told ya.” Benny winked at him.

Thing was, the brunette’s blonde friend had caught onto the attention they were receiving.

“Don’t look now but that table to our right, the one with all the guys, they were looking right at us. The blue eyed god has got his eyes right on you.” She giggled.

The brunette didn’t say anything but simply rolled her eyes. She was going home in a couple of days and the last thing she wanted to do was to get involved with some guy in a foreign country. She didn’t need that kind of drama in her life right now.

“Guys, just drop it okay.” Will popped a stick of gum in his mouth.

“Look Will, if you don’t go over there then I will.” Frankie stated. Will wanted to cut him with his eyes. No way was he going to let Frankie go there. Who knows what he’d say.

“Look brother, I can go and get her number for you,” Will shrugged off Benny’s offer. If anything, he knew she’d go for his brother more than him anyways. Benny had that charm with women. He could sweet talk his way in and out of most things. Sure, they liked Will because he looked good and Will knew that but it was his brother that got a woman to leave a bar with him. Will didn’t try. He usually turned down most of the offers due to his last relationship. However, something had shifted in the air as soon as he saw her. Like the possibility of trying with someone again was there. Like he wasn’t as fucked up as he thought he was. Maybe, someone could love him for all his flaws and open wounds.

“Alright, fuck it. I’m going.” Will stood up from his chair as the boys around him cheered.

“You got this Will!” Benny shouted which earned him an irritated look from Will. He didn’t want to scare her off.

The blonde noticed Will approaching. At first, she thought he was there for her but soon realised otherwise when he stopped and looked at her friend, who had just turned and noticed his presence.

“Can we help you with something?” The blonde interrupted.

“Um… Hi, sorry… I’m Will.” Will was not good at this. He could feel the eyes of his friends boring into the back of his head. Benny would have been so much better at this.

“Okay.” The brunette nodded still holding his gaze. Confident. She wasn’t fazed.

“I was wondering if I could buy you a drink.” Aria looked down at her half full glass.

“Already got one thanks.”

Her blonde friend kicked her under the table.

“Maybe the next one is on me.” Will smiled.

“Yeah sure. She’ll have the next one.” The blonde answered for her, “I’m just going to the bathroom, you should sit. I’ll be right back.” The brunette’s friend got up and left the table, not before giving her friend a cheeky wink.

Will took this opportunity and sat down. Right where the blonde was sitting, across from her friend.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.” Will didn’t really know what he wanted. All he knew he had to come and speak to the girl he couldn’t stop looking at for the last half an hour.

“So why are you here?”

“I am here on vacation with some of my friends.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“I mean here. At my table.”

“You want me to be honest?”

She nodded.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you as soon as I saw you. I knew I had to come over and speak to you. That’s it.” Will’s blue eyes sparkled under the light.

The brunette wasn’t buying it. It wasn’t the first time that she had been picked up by a guy at a bar. She knew what flirting looked like. What desperate men did in a bid to get a woman to go home with them. She wasn’t in the mood to be toyed with especially not tonight when all she wanted to do was enjoy a quite evening with her friend.

“I don’t buy it.”

“You don’t have to. I am telling the truth though.” She eyed him wearily. He didn’t seem the usual bar types. He was tall, looked strong and was athletically built. Short blonde hair with a trimmed beard. He was attractive. She knew that much was true.

“So what do you do?” she might as well have some fun while she waited for her friend to return, if she ever would.

“I am a Captain in the special forces unit for the army. I should say I’m retired. I give training and lectures at the academy.” Will took a swing of his beer.

She didn’t say anything. Processing. It made sense though that’s why he has such a strong looking physique. One she needed to stop thinking about immediately.

“How’s that been going for you?” Will was surprised. No one had asked him that. Not in a long while. Sure his friends cared. They asked how he was. No one had asked how he was doing.

“It hasn’t been so bad. What do you do?” He wanted to get the attention off of him. Will was never comfortable talking too much about himself which was why he was considered to be the quiet one of his group of friends.

“I am a doctor. In my residency year.” She smiled. It was the first time she had smiled broadly and Will knew there and then that what she did meant a lot to her. So he slowly began to ask more questions about her profession and the smile got bigger and her eyes shone brightly and he could sworn he was falling in love there and then. She spoke so fondly of her work. How helping others was important to her. How her job meant everything to her which was why she was here helping out.

“I am heading back home in a few days.” She explained. This made Will’s stomach drop. He wouldn’t see her again. Not after tonight. So he tried to formulate a plan to get her number or some form of contact. He needed to see her again.

“I like talking to you.” He simply stated. She just smiled.

By the end of the evening, Will had left with her number saved under the name Aria in his phone. His friends had left half an hour ago and Will walked both Aria and her friend Sam back to the apartment they were living at. Aria was surprised. She expected Will to ask to come in. Ween his way. Make an inappropriate sexual comment or flirt seamlessly but he hadn’t. He was sincere. Good conversationalist and asked for her number. She had given it. Still not sure of where it would lead or even if it would.

Will returned back to where his buddies had rented a villa together.

“So, tell us.” Frankie asked as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. The boys were sitting with their night caps in hand.

Will smiled cheekily.

“I got her number.” The boys cheered loudly and patted Will on the back as they gave him his drink. They knew it took a lot for Will to even consider asking someone out given what he had been through. He was trying.

The boys were proud of him.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is.

Synopsis - They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to four guys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the boys told you they loved you.

Pairing - Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller x Female Reader.

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5k

Author's Note - is it weird that I have sort of compared each boy to a room in the house? maybe! but we're rolling with it, because it worked in my head. this is the first of a few fics like this, much like Tethered, Time and Tranquility - I have a few different TF boy comparison ideas. love these babies so much. <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You follow the laughter floating down the hallway into your backyard. Standing against the doorframe, you watch as the boys double over in amusement while Benny reenacts the time Frankie fell in your pool. Their faces are illuminated by the golden glow of the fairy lights adorning your deck, moonlight shining down.

"And none of you helped me! Hermosa had to come and rescue me! At least I know who loves me the most," Frankie chuckles, tilting back in his chair to catch your eyes.

You make your way over and kiss him on the cheek, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't think there was ever any debating that. You've always been my favourite," you coo, ruffling his hair gently.

"Give us a break," Benny teases. "We all know I'm your favourite, sweetheart."

Santiago scoffs and jabs Ben in the ribs, yelping when the younger man elbows him in retaliation.

"Cariño, put them out of their misery. Tell them I'm your favourite."

You catch eyes with Will, who's grinning at you across the table. He doesn't even have to say anything. He raises his eyebrows and winks at you, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. You can't help but smile back.

"I mean, Will is currently very high on the list, because he built this table for me today."

Everyone groans as you and Will laugh, knocking on the table to check his handiwork.

"You did a good job," Frankie praises, kicking at a leg to see if it holds.

"I built your couch!"

"You can't build a couch, Ben."

"He did! It needed assembling!"

Benny blows you a kiss, thanking you for the assist.

"I did most of the painting," Santiago chimes in.

"Until your weak ass knees gave in," Frankie laughs.

Santi shoots daggers at him, both of them chuckling.

"Me and Hermosa tiled her bathroom. That took fucking forever."

"Frankie, I told you that I'd call a guy for that, and you told me you were the guy."

"You can't tell me those tiles aren't gorgeous."

You shrug, squeezing him tight.

"You're right. They are. I admire them everytime I shower."

"Ooo, tell us more," Benny teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Pervert," you and Will say in unison, both shaking your heads.

You settle into the chair next to Frankie, popping the cap off your beer.

"I honestly don't think I'd have any furniture without you guys. This house wouldn't be a home if it wasn't for you."

All of their attention is on you, focusing as if you're the only girl in the world. You feel like it sometimes, when you're all together.

"I can't believe you've been moved in for an entire year," Santi muses. "Feels like only yesterday we were helping you unpack all those boxes."

"Time flies when you're having fun," you beam at him.

As the evening settles and the sun begins its descent, you start to think about just how many parts of the boys live in your house. The furniture, the paint, the lights. At least one of them helped you with basically every single element. You think of all the memories filled with happiness and laughter that have happened here over the last year, and your eyes well with tears. You meant what you said, earlier. Your house wouldn't be a home without them.

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The Living Room. Benny.

You're tangled with Ben on your newly assembled couch, a cheesy romcom acting as background noise. We have to test it out, he'd said. Just in case.

So here you are, nestled into his side, strong arm slung over your shoulder to pull you closer. You sip your drink, paying virtually no mind to the movie. You're making a mental list of all of the things you still need to do for the house - tile the bathroom, buy a lawnmower, paint literally every room. But the couch is a start.

"I can hear the cogs turning in that brain of yours," he laughs, pinching your side. "We're supposed to be relaxing. You know, really getting a feel for the couch."

"Right, right. Sorry," you chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder in retaliation. "Just thinking about all of the shit I've gotta do."

"Hey, we've got plenty of time. And you've got four guys ready to do whatever needs to be done. There's no rush."

Exhaling loudly, you realise he's right. There is no rush. Yes, you may have a never ending list of things you need to get done, but there's no time limit. You can take each job as it comes.

You turn your attention back to the movie, discovering that it's actually half decent. By the time you're an hour into it, you and Benny are laughing along. It's a sweet coming of age story, two teenagers falling in love for the first time.

You watch as the two characters share a kiss, all clumsy hands and unsure touches. You smile, and start to think.

"This bringing back memories, Ben?" you tease.

"Oh yeah. First time I ever made out with a girl, I couldn't get her bra undone. I was trying to give her a hickey at the same time, and I snapped the clasp against her so hard I made her bleed. Safe to say, we didn't make out again."

Both of you are crying with laughter, vibrating the couch with it.

"I can see the image so clearly. Teenage Ben with his frosted tips and his puka shell necklace. Bet you broke some hearts, huh?"

"Shut up," he chuckles. "I got tonnes of girls back then."

"I'm sure you did," you joke, pinching his cheeks.

He pinches your thigh and pulls you closer, settling back into the cushions.

"You know, I've never had one," you say after a while.

"Had what?"

"A hickey."

Ben pulls away and turns to face you, looking at you incredulously.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Never got one as a teenager. Now I'm a grown ass adult, I always warn my partners not to leave marks. Guess I just missed out on the whole hickey thing."

Ben smiles at you, mischief rife in his eyes.

"You want one?"

You quirk your brow and turn your body towards him, putting some distance between you to look at him properly.

"What game are you playing, Benny Miller?"

He laughs, and the sound makes you smile so wide it's blinding.

"No games, baby."

"No?"

"I believe getting a hickey as a teenager and having to figure out how to cover it up in embarrassment is a rite of passage. And I'm weirdly sad you missed out on it. So, I'm offering to give you that experience."

"Out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Exactly. Because I am a kind, selfless, giving guy."

You pause for a moment, watching his face carefully.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you laugh. "Show me what you've got, makeout king."

He chuckles at the nickname, but grabs your thighs to pull you closer. Benny plants a knee between your legs and leans over you, using a strong hand to hold onto your jaw. You tilt your head to the side, and brace yourself for his lips.

Instead, he takes his time. He noses up your neck, and then traces the path with the tip of his tongue. He blows onto your heated skin, making you shiver. Humming at your reaction, he leans in again, and connects his lips to the spot underneath your ear, kissing it softly.

"Benny," you breathe. "Don't tease."

"Whatever you want, baby."

Benny picks a spot on the side of your neck and sucks. When he's satisfied, he grazes his teeth over the mark, and uses his tongue to soothe the sting. Your eyes roll back, and you cant your hips into his knee between your legs.

You both lose yourself in the moment, chests heaving and breath panting. You separate yourselves to look at one another for a moment, neither of you breaking the gaze.

Suddenly, you burst into a fit of laughter, unable to stop it escaping. Within seconds, Benny joins you. Before you know it, you're both crying tears of joy, sides hurting and abs aching.

"Oh shit," you choke out between giggles. "How the fuck am I gonna cover this up?"

"That's half the fun, baby!"

"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking his side. "You're the worst."

"I love you too," he grins. "You're the best."

And when the rest of the guys ask what happened the next day, you and Benny discover that you make good improv partners. No one questions your elaborate story involving the couch and a runaway screwdriver. Benny winks at you cheekily, and you can't help but smile.

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The Bathroom. Frankie.

Repeated knocking at your front door breaks you out of your reality TV induced haze. You check your phone for the time. 8:34pm.

You swing it open to be met with the sight of Francisco Morales. He has Ava perched on his hip, fluffy pink backpack held in his other hand.

"Hey, you guys. You okay?"

"Hermosa, I'm so sorry for just dropping in with no warning. I have a favour to ask."

"Anything."

"Can I bathe Ava here? We're having some sort of plumbing emergency in our bathroom, and we can't get a guy out until tomorrow. I want her to have clean hair for when I take her back to her Mom's."

You wink at Ava, who sticks her tongue out at you cheekily. You mimic her and smile, glancing back to her Dad, who looks like the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders.

"Of course you can," you assure, reaching over to grab Ava from Frankie's arms. "Come on, baby girl. Let's get you clean!"

Frankie exhales a sigh of relief, and follows the two of you upstairs, locking the door behind him.

"Frank, did you bring shampoo and stuff, or shall we just use mine?"

He unzips the backpack and pulls out a couple of bottles.

"I have shampoo, and conditioner, but no body wash or anything."

You root around in your cabinet, finding a bottle with a label that contains words like sensitive and hypoallergenic.

"Vanilla and chamomile. Is that satisfactory for you, my princess?" you tease, grinning when Ava beams at you at the nickname.

You turn the water on and start to run the bath, trying to ignore the way you can feel Frankie's eyes on you as you bend over the tub.

"Bubbles, or no bubbles?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "Right. Stupid question."

"These tiles are hideous," Frankie says from behind you.

"Thank you, Frank. Appreciate it," you tease. "I'm gonna call a guy about getting it all retiled."

"What?"

"Don't call a guy!"

"Why not?"

"I'll do it."

You look at him in confusion, before realising he's very serious.

"Do you... know how?"

"Hermosa, it's not rocket science. We can figure it out together."

You deliberate for a moment, looking at him carefully.

"Okay. As long as you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't."

You smile at him before leaving and disappearing downstairs for a minute, trusting Frankie to watch the water.

"Where did you go?" he asks on your return.

"I just put a towel in the dryer, so it's warm when she gets out of the tub."

Frankie steps over to you and cradles your face in his hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. He's always been good at that - saying so much without saying a word.

"Princesa, you need help?" you ask, laughing as she struggles, head stuck in her shirt.

Soon enough, Ava's sat happily in all the bubbles, splashing around in the warm water. You and Frankie sit on the floor next to the tub, legs tangled and bodies pressed together. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder as he throws an arm around you.

"Thank you for this. Seriously. I don't know what we'd do without you."

"It's no problem, Frankie. I love seeing her. Wish I saw her more."

"Me too," he says quietly.

You look up at him, and grab his chin so he meets your eyes.

"You're a damn good Dad, Francisco Morales."

He goes to protest, but you cut him off.

"You are. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You're doing a good job. I mean, look at her. She's happy, she's healthy, she loves you so much. What more could you ask for?"

Frankie stares at you for a moment.

"You're right."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Shut up," he laughs, dipping his hand into the bath water to splash you. You splash him back, and before you know it, the three of you are completely soaked. Completely happy.

You eventually get around to cleaning Ava's hair, shampooing and conditioning as carefully as you can. She loves the fact she gets to use your body wash, and slathers herself in it, making you both smile.

You wrap her in the dryer warm towel and sit her in your lap on the floor, rocking gently as she snuggles into your chest. Frankie pulls you both against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. The three of you sit for a while, peaceful and content.

"I know I don't tell you enough," Frankie murmurs. "But I love you."

"You tell me everyday, Frankie."

"I do?"

"You don't always have to say it out loud, but I know. The way you smile at me across a room, the way you always have one eye on me when we're in public, the way you trust me with Ava. You tell me you love me in a million different ways, every single day."

"I love you," he says again, surer this time.

"I love you. Both of you. So much."

When Ava falls asleep in both of your arms, you convince them to stay the night. The next day, she can't stop telling everyone about the best sleepover ever, with her Dad and her best friend.

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The Kitchen. Santiago.

You're completely in your own world. An upbeat, catchy melody hums from the radio and radiates around the room as you slide across the tiles in your socks. You grab your mixing bowl from the cabinet, picking up the bottle of vanilla extract too.

Your hips are swaying, head nodding, feet tapping along to the beat. The sunlight is beaming through the kitchen window, keeping the room bright and warm. There's flour covering every possible surface, sugar sprinkled over the counters. An array of bowls, cups and spoons litter the worktops - a visual representation of your efforts. You've barely even began baking, only just having measured your ingredients. You've set yourself up for an entire day of preparation, ready for the exciting occasion.

You're humming away to yourself, completely oblivious, when two hands plant themselves on your hips from behind. You shriek and throw your elbow backwards, connecting with the person's ribs. You spin around to face your attacker, only to be met with the sight of Santiago Garcia hunched over.

"Fuck!" he groans, clutching at his side.

"Shit! Santi, fuck. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Welcome home to me, I guess," he laughs breathlessly.

"Are you okay? Fuck, I'm so sorry, Santi. I thought you were an intruder or something. You're not supposed to be back until tomorrow!"

He smirks slowly, before winking at you.

"Surprise."

You finally calm your rapid heartbeat down enough to register what's happening. You grin at him, before running and jumping into his arms, holding onto him as tight as possible.

"I missed you so much," he breathes into your hair. "Four months is too long."

"I've been counting down the days," you whisper into his neck. "We all have."

He finally puts you down to take a good look at you.

"You look good, cariño. This dress is real pretty."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

He knows what.

"Looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You're just full of questions today, aren't you?"

He laughs, twinkle in his eye. The sun has kissed his skin while he's been away. He looks tanned, glowy, alive.

"Last time you looked at me like that, we ended up naked in your hot tub."

"Good times, huh?"

"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking him on the arm.

Santi looks around, and takes in the scene before him. Ingredients scattered, bowls full, oven preheated.

"What are you making, cariño?"

You survey the kitchen quickly before answering.

"Nothing."

He smiles, Cheshire cat style.

"Nothing? You've measured everything out. The oven is on."

You're trying to figure out a way to cover this up, to make up a lie as fast as possible, but it's no use. He can see right through you. You might as well be transparent when it comes to the boys.

"I'm making you a cake," you mutter quickly under your breath.

"What was that? Hmm?"

You roll your eyes and scoff, but give him what he wants.

"I'm making you a cake."

He looks genuinely surprised, gentle smile gracing his face.

"You are?"

"Yeah. I wanted to do something special for you coming home. Tomorrow."

"Sorry, cariño. I didn't know I was coming back early. Thought I'd make the most of it and surprise you."

"Well, now your surprise cake and your surprise party aren't a surprise anymore."

"There's a party too?"

"Shit."

The two of you laugh as he slings an arm around your shoulder.

"Thank you, cariño. You didn't have to do all this for me."

"I wanted to. I'm so excited that you're back, Santi. There's so much I've missed doing with you."

"I made a list."

"Of?"

"Of things I wanted to do with you when I got back. It's what kept me going - thinking of going to that lunch spot with the sandwiches we like, our annual road trip to Cali. It kept me sane."

You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean up and press your forehead to his, both of you exhaling. You stay tangled together for a long moment, enjoying each others long awaited company.

"You know what was on the top of my list, though?"

"What?"

"Painting your goddamn kitchen."

You laugh, pulling back to look at him incredulously.

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly. This colour is fucking awful."

"It's not that bad."

"It's terrible."

"Fine, fine! Whatever you want, Santi. You can paint my kitchen if that's what your heart desires."

"It is," he grins. "I can think of nothing I want more. We'll do it this weekend."

"Okay," you smile. "Now, about this cake..."

"Can I help you?"

"I can think of nothing I want more."

"I love you," he tells you, stroking a thumb across your cheekbone.

"I love you too. So much, Santi."

The two of you spend the afternoon baking Santiago's cake, singing and dancing around the kitchen. You turn a blind eye to him licking the spoon and sticking his fingers in the icing. You're just glad to have him back, annoying you again.

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The Bedroom. Will.

"Can you pass me that screwdriver please, honey?"

You would, but you can't take your eyes off the man currently kneeling on your bedroom floor. His chest is glistening with sweat, warm in the morning sun. The light illuminates the room in balmy hues of gold, shadows dancing across your faces.

You and Will agreed to dedicate today to building all of your flat pack furniture. You've been sleeping on the floor for weeks, and it's finally taken a toll on your back. So, Will showed up bright and early, ready to tackle your bed, dresser, nightstands, desk, and whatever else presented itself. You were barely awake, still in your pyjamas, sleep heavy in your veins. But the sight of Will, toolbox in hand and smile on his face? That's enough to motivate anyone to assemble furniture all day.

"Honey?"

"Shit, sorry. The green one?"

"Please."

He smirks at you like he's reading your dirty thoughts. He probably is, knowing him. If anyone you knew turned out to be telepathic, it'd be Will. You're convinced he was some sort of psychic in a past life.

"You okay over there?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You need a hand?"

"Come hold this up for me while I screw it in."

You shuffle over to sit next to him, leaning over to hold the piece he's gesturing towards. He's trying desperately not to look down your shirt, and you're trying desperately to ignore the way he smells like heaven.

"C'mere," he murmurs under his breath, scooting backwards so you can get closer to the bed frame. He grabs your hips and pulls you so you're sat between his legs, holding onto the wood steadily. He wraps his arms around you from behind and gets to drilling, placing the screws in perfect rows.

Every now and again, he stops to press a kiss into your hair, or onto your cheek. You smile every single time, heat creeping across your chest. He eventually changes his path, trailing the kisses down onto your neck, shoulders, back. You're breathing so heavily you wonder if you're about to pass out.

"I like this colour," he whispers into your ear.

It takes a moment for your mind to register what he said.

"...Hmm?"

"The colour on your walls. I like it."

"Oh," you murmur. "Santi helped me pick it. He was only gonna do the kitchen, but then we were on a roll, so we ended up painting every room in the house."

He chuckles, tightening his arms around you and encouraging you to relax. You lean back into him, resting your head on his firm shoulder.

"This place is really beautiful, you know," he says lowly. "It's so... you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"The best thing. Beautiful house for a beautiful girl."

"You're a smooth talker, Miller."

"I learned from the best."

The two of you sit intertwined for a while, reveling in the comfort the other person brings. After a while, Will speaks.

"Okay, strong girl, you wanna help me put the mattress onto it?"

You flex your biceps, making you both laugh.

"I mean, I could do it single handedly... but sure, I'll help you."

"That's my girl."

You both make light work of the mattress, picking it up and throwing it onto the frame effortlessly. Will helps you put on your sheets and pillows, standing back to admire his handiwork.

"We did a good job."

"You did a good job, Will. I just sat over there and stared at you the whole time."

"Thought I felt eyes on me," he laughs.

You don't know where it comes from, the sudden honesty. It creeps up your throat out of nowhere, clawing to escape.

"I'm always looking at you."

Will turns to look at you, confusion written across his face.

"No matter where we are, or what we're doing. The most interesting thing in the room is always you."

His features soften, gentle smile tugging at his lips. He strides towards you and cradles your face in his big hands.

"I love you," he tells you so sincerely it makes you want to cry.

"I love you, William Miller. My love for you is just so... overwhelming. Some days I just want to scream it from the rooftops. I don't know what else to do with it."

"Give it to me," he says without missing a beat.

"What?"

"All the love. Don't throw it into the abyss. Give it to me. I want it."

You grin at him, a bright, blinding thing. He reciprocates, before leaning down and smashing his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your knees give out from the sheer love he's kissing you with, both of you tumbling to the floor.

You pull his shirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous, sun soaked skin. He's so broad it makes you clench your thighs together. He tugs your shirt off and throws it across the room, paying no mind to where it lands. The two of you don't separate your lips for more than a second.

He's rutting his hips into yours, the friction making you dizzy. You try and push his jeans down, fingers fumbling with the button. He takes pity on you and shoves them down himself, adding them to the pile of clothes scattered across the room.

Will wastes no time, throwing his boxers behind him and pulling your underwear down your legs. He pushes into you with effortless ease, both of you ready and eager. You unanimously groan in relief, panting rapidly. You claw at his shoulders, leaning up to connect your lips.

"I love you," he whispers against your mouth, hips gliding into yours.

"I love you," you gasp, resting your forehead against his. "I love you I love you I love you."

Will slides a hand down your body to rub quick circles between your legs, dipping his tongue into your mouth as he does it. He's swallowing your moans, licking the whines from your lips. He can't get over how sweet they taste.

"Come for me, honey. Give it to me, good girl. That's it. Atta girl."

You back arches off the floor, nails scratching down his back. Your vision goes white, stars clouding your view. Will groans, deep and low, spilling into you. You both ride out your highs while Will murmurs sweet sentiments into your ear, against your skin, into your mouth.

He collapses onto you, smothering you with his weight. You don't mind. Every part of your body is touching a part of his, and it still isn't close enough. It'll never be close enough. You could sew yourself into his ribcage, and you'd still want to be closer to his heart.

The only sounds that can be heard are two sets of heaving lungs. When you've snapped back to reality, you thread your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails across his scalp and smiling when he leans into your touch.

"Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Why did you just build me a bed, and then fuck me on the floor?"

He takes a moment to register what you've said, before breaking out into contagious laughter. He's vibrating against you, both of you high on each others company.

"I didn't even think," he wheezes. "Fuck, we're idiots."

"You can say that again," you chuckle. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Will rolls off and lies next to you, linking his fingers with yours.

"You ready to keep building?"

As much as you'd happily stay where you are forever, it would be nice to have actual furniture in your bedroom.

"Let's do it," you say as you sit up.

You scramble around for your clothes, both of you beaming at each other as you get dressed. You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him.

"I can't wait for you to move in."

He grins at you, pecking your lips.

"I can't wait either. Two more months and my lease is up. Then you're stuck with me forever, honey."

"I wouldn't say stuck. More like the luckiest girl in the world."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Shut up," you laugh, grabbing the toolbox. "Let's build our furniture, shall we?"

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"You've made this place really beautiful, you guys."

"Beautiful house for a beautiful girl," Will grins at you across the table.

"Ugh, I hate when they do that," Benny complains.

"Do what?"

"Look at each other like that. It's like they're communicating through their minds, or something."

"We're silently talking about you, dipshit," Will teases, jabbing his brother in the side.

"Before the Millers kill each other, we bought you a present, hermosa. Think of it as a one year housewarming gift."

Frankie hands you a large rectangular parcel, wrapped carefully. You rip open the paper, discovering a large, ornate picture frame. In it, is your favourite picture in the world.

You and Will's first dance.

Frankie had taken the picture, unbeknownst to the two of you. You're both swaying to the music, arms wrapped around your husband's neck, completely lost in each other. Around you, the lights twinkle as your closest friends and family look on in awe.

"Frankie," you breathe. "Thank you. All of you. I love it so much."

"We thought you could hang it above your fireplace," Santiago offers. "In that big empty space."

"It's perfect," Will agrees.

"It's like the final piece of the puzzle," you whisper. "Now our home feels complete."

You trace your fingers over the frame, overwhelmed with adoration for the four boys staring back at you.

"I love you all," you tell them, glancing around the table. "So much."

"Love you, hermosa."

"Love you too, cariño."

"Love ya, baby!"

"I love you, honey."

The chorus makes you beam so bright, you're convinced your smile can be seen from space.

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dailydragon08 · 10 months

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

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

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

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

Soft Will who lives for the pillow talk after.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just soft Will.

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plentyoffandoms · 4 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Three Weeks (18+)

Frankie Morales x f/Reader

Warnings: Some swearing. Smut under the cut. Descriptive sexual acts. Unprotected sex. Breeding Kink. Oral (f receiving).

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @@uuuhshiny

Also, Frankie doesn't have a kid in this story, but Tom is still dead.

WC: 1343

Summary: It is Frankie's wedding day, and there is only one thing on his mind. How he can get his new bride alone.

After months and months of planning, it is finally my wedding day. I am standing at the altar with Pope next to me as my best man, Will and Ben next to him.

The three of them in the tuxedo that my bride picked out, with my input, of course. She made sure I was involved with every single step of this wedding, right down to the napkin colour. I still remember when I tried to pass off all the planning on her shoulders.

"This is your day too, Francisco, and I will not be the only one planning this. You will be helping." She told me with fire in her eyes.

When I told Santi what she said, all he could do was laugh at me and tell me, "Good. She keeps your ass in line."

The music changing brought me back to this very moment. She was walking herself down the aisle, even though many men in her life offered to walk her down it, including Santi, but she said that she could do it herself. That no one needs to give her away.

All I could focus on was on her. It was like everyone else in the room disappeared, and it was just us two. That usually happens when I see her.

She looked absolutely beautiful. My eyes raked up and down her body, and I felt myself twitch in my own tuxedo pants.

It has been three weeks since the last time I touched her.

Three weeks since the last time I had her crying out my name as I made her cum on my tongue and fingers.

Three weeks since my cock was engulfed by her pussy.

Three weeks since I got to cum in one of her holes, instead using my own hand like a teenager.

Three weeks since I had her trembling beneath me as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy, groaning her name loudly as I came, feeling her pussy flutter around my cock one last time before she finishes for the last time.

Three fucking weeks.

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The ceremony went by in a blur, and the moment the two of us were announced as Mr and Mrs Morales became one of the happiest moments of my life.

I wanted nothing more than to leave and take her to the hotel room that I rented a suprise before we actually left for our honeymoon, but I did what was needed.

We took our photos, were announced as husband and wife, and had our first dance to Yours by Russell Dickerson.

Her and I are not the biggest country fans, but this song was on when we first danced together, and it has been our song since. I leaned down to softly sing my favourite line.

"I came to life when I first kissed you."

"The best me has his arms around you."

"You make me better than I was before."

"Thank God I'm yours."

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As we ate, I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Her hand was on my thigh as she talked to her Maid of Honour.

I leaned over and told her to come with me. She looked at me, and she most likely could tell by the look in my eyes what the hell was going to happen.

She told her friend she would be right back, and the two of us left the reception. Some probably already knew what we were going to do. Some probably thought we just needed a break from everyone, as many people know that I hate this type of stuff, but for her, I would do anything.

"Frankie, baby, where are we going." She asked me. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor, as she tried to keep up with my pace.

"Need to be alone. Yes!" I opened up the first unlocked door and rushed her inside.

I closed the door to the bathroom and made sure to lock it. I cupped her face with my hands and smashed my mouth against hers, letting out all my sexual frustrations into this one kiss.

I turned us around, so her back was against the door. "Three fucking weeks baby." I muttered against her lips. "Making me wait this long, well, no more waiting."

I kissed down her neck and down her chest. I groaned as I pushed my face into her cleavage. Kissing and nipping at the flesh that was showing, once again muttering how I missed her tits, missed her body.

I got down on the dirty floor, not caring at this very moment. I needed just a taste.

I ran my hands up her legs and thighs, making sure not to break eye contact with her, but once I got to my destination, a surprised look came over my face.

I bunched up her skirts to make sure I was correct, and I couldn't help but smirk. "My naughty bride isn't wearing any underwear." I tutted.

"I was Frankie, but seeing you in your tux and knowing that we can finally touch after so long, they make soaked."

I groaned against the thigh I was kissing. "No need to wait any longer, baby." I wrapped my lips around her clit and slid two fingers in her pussy, the both of us moaning. Her moan was due to the fact that my fingers and mouth were quickly bringing her to the edge, and my moan was from finally tasting her.

I pulled my mouth away, can feel her juices on my chin and beard, but my fingers never stopped fucking her. "Come on baby, cum for me. You know she needs to be dripping for me to fuck you how you like. Your little pussy needs help to take my cock."

"Frankie, Frankie...shit." Her back arched the door as she came, her pussy gripping my cock. My mouth went back to her pussy, as I fingered her through her first orgasm.

I stood up and moved her so she was leaning over the sink.

Our eyes made contact in the mirror, I never once looked away from her as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out of pants.

I placed the tip at her entrance and slowly pushed in, the both of us loudly groaning. I pushed in slowly until I bottomed out. I leaned down and kissed between her shoulder blades, knowing she needed to get used to my size again.

"Move Frankie, please. Fuck me." Came a broken whine, falling from her lips.

I pulled back until just the tip was left, and then I slammed into her pussy, quickly covering her mouth as she screamed. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could.

Never once stopping as I fucked her through each and every one of her orgasms.

I had sweat dripping down my forehead as I fucked her with all the pent up frustration I have had over these past three weeks.

"Never make me wait this long again." I said through clenched teeth.

My hand was still covering her mouth, so she couldn't answer.

"Gonna cum baby. Gonna fill you until you are dripping all night long. Gonna make you round with my child. Fuck."

The image of her round with my child had me moaning her name as my own hips still, flushed against her ass, as I came. The both of us groaned at the feeling of me finally finishing inside of her.

I was catching my breath, ready to help clean her up when there was a knock on the door.

"When you two are done in there, we are waiting for you to cut the cake." Came the voice of Pope. I could hear the snickering of Ben and Will.

"Be out soon." I called out as I turned her around to help fix her makeup and hair.

"I love you, Mrs Morales." I said as I gently cupped her face in my hands, leaning down to kiss her.

"And I love you, Mr Morales."

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perotovar · 5 months

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into the beat of the night (ch 5) "human fly"

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pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: M chapter warnings: swearing, (2) ptsd induced panic attacks, discussions of drugs (cocaine), hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, this one is a little heavier y'all (but it's me so it's still soft) word count: 3.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta/co-writer: @scenaaario (seriously she helped so much with this chapter, pls send her some love ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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Frankie, River, Santiago, and Benny were standing in line waiting to get into The Night Owl. Will had to work and couldn’t make it, but he let them know it really wasn’t his scene anyway and wished them all a good night.

River squeezed Frankie’s hand, looking up at him. “You’re such a trooper letting me get you all dolled up today,” they giggled, kissing his cheek.

“I’m surprised how good it looks on him, to be honest,” Benny smirked.

Frankie sighed and rolled his eyes, cheeks pink. He was dolled up by Frankie standards, and having a hard time not fussing with River’s hard work. They had slicked his hair back, and the gel felt like a helmet. He was hyper aware of the eyeliner now rimming his eyes and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He did everything in his power not to touch his eyes and smudge the thick kohl. Despite his discomfort, even he had to admit he looked good. His hair was smoother than any of them had ever seen it, and the eyeliner emphasized the complexity of his deep brown eyes. River’s eyes dragged over his broad shoulders and grinned at the borrowed shirt he now wore, the delicate mesh pulled taut over his back.

Fake jewelry adorned Frankie’s ears and neck, making River grin. Their eyes traveled down the broad expanse of Frankie’s torso and landed on his soft middle. Frankie was apprehensive about how tight the mesh shirt was, saying that he didn’t want his tummy to poke out too much. River’s kisses to the soft flesh convinced him to go with it. Their arms wrapped around Frankie’s middle and squeezed appreciatively.

“Y’know, now that I’m seeing you all put together like this, you kind of remind me of an older version of someone I used to know,” River hummed thoughtfully.

Santiago snorted and dug his hands under his armpits. “Ay dios mio…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Yeah. Kid went by Dio, but I guarantee he couldn’t tell you a single song by him,” River rolled their eyes, exhaling exasperatedly. “Ended up going to jail for stabbing someone.”

Frankie blinked before barking out a laugh. “That makes me feel great, Río, thanks.”

“No problem,” they smirked, getting up on their toes to kiss him properly, pressing their lips delicately to his so their lipstick wouldn’t smear.

The four of them finally stepped into the club, the walls bouncing with the music. Benny was like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide and excited as he took in all the people. He made his way up to the bar, Viper giving him a look before making him a drink, and Frankie grinned. “I think he likes the place,” he chuckled, looping his arms around River’s waist from behind and kissing their jaw.

“I think so, too. I hope Anya is here tonight.”

“Anya?”

River turned and smirked, putting their finger over their lips as they winked. “It’s a surprise for Benny. I’ve been meaning to find someone for her for a while now and I think he’s perfect.”

An amused look crossed Frankie’s features. He turned to say something to Santiago, but the other man was missing. Frankie furrowed his brows and looked around, one of the clip-ons slightly hitting his cheek as he turned his head. He scanned the room and his eyes finally landed on Santi, already chatting up a pretty girl with dark skin and bright, unnatural contacts in her eyes. Frankie turned back to River, grinning to himself. He’ll catch up with him later.

“You weren’t kidding about these Snakebites, Fish,” Benny’s booming voice brought Frankie’s attention back toward the bar. Ben handed Frankie a matching drink as he took a swig.

“They have other drinks, you know,” River snorted.

Frankie smiled before shrugging. He pressed his hand to their lower back as he guided them over to a cluster of tables. He bit his lip, searching for an empty one.

Suddenly, River gasped and took off, running over to hug a plump woman excitedly. Ben raised his eyebrows and Frankie made an I-don’t-know sound. He moved closer to the pair as River excitedly spoke to the woman, who was giggling loudly. She was really pretty, with a medium skin tone, and her round face bright and more heavily made up than River’s. She wore a lace dress that ended at her thick thighs, and heeled boots with spikes on them. Her hair was short and bleached a bright white.

River felt Frankie’s presence and grinned as he wrapped his arms around their waist, resting his chin on their shoulder. “This must be him,” the woman smiled, her voice soft but with an intrinsic power underneath. He could practically feel the confidence rolling off her in waves. “I thought you said he looked like a truck driver?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Anya, please,” River laughed, holding onto Frankie’s wrists. “He let me get him all dressed up tonight, I promise he does normally.”

Frankie sighed and hid his burning cheeks in River’s neck. He reached a hand out toward Anya, keeping the other secure around River’s waist. “I’m Frankie,” he smiled.

Anya shook his hand and grinned. “You’re being good to them, right? Because if you’re not, I will find you,” she threatened, eyes hard and serious.

Frankie gulped, his eyes going wide, and nodded jerkily. “P-promise.”

“Good,” she grinned. “Anya. And who’s this puppy?” She turned her eyes toward Benny looking over him with an unreadable expression on her face.

Benny was speechless, gazing in adoration at her. He held his drink close and smiled softly, but still didn’t respond, like he didn’t hear her.

“Benjamin,” Frankie mumbled, trying to cover it with a cough.

Benny snapped out of it and shook his head, cheeks red. “S-sorry! I’m Ben,” he smiled wide, holding his hand out for Anya to shake.

Anya looked at his hand accusingly, then looked at Frankie and River with a raised brow, and looked back at Benny. She took his hand and shook it. She must have determined he was a good one because her face softened, a smile blooming on her face. “Hi, Ben.”

River and Frankie exchanged looks before sneaking off to find a spot to sit. When they couldn’t find one, they decided to head for the dance floor instead.

“So, that was Anya,” Frankie laughed, hands on River’s waist as they swayed together.

River hummed and nodded. “Was I right, or was I right?” They smirked, taking a look at the two of them talking animatedly at the bar.

A softness crossed Frankie’s features before he pressed a light kiss to their forehead. “I’m gonna use the bathroom. Be right back, ok?”

River nodded and tapped him on the shoulders before going back to dancing.

Frankie made his way over to the club’s men’s room. As he stood at the sink, he analyzed his look in the mirror, deciding it was growing on him. He wouldn’t keep it, but he didn’t hate it either.

The sound of someone snorting in a stall behind him stopped Frankie in his tracks. He felt his entire body go cold as a shiver ran through him, his eyes slamming shut. He took a deep breath and held it, opening his eyes in time to see a man stumbling out of the bathroom, frantically wiping his nose. Frankie exhaled and looked down at his shaking hands, rubbing his thumb over the black nail polish. He took a minute to collect himself before he made his way back into the club, looking for River and the guys.

River was walking over to Viper from the dance floor and pantomimed drinking something. He poured them a glass of water and they drank it gratefully. They made eye contact with Frankie over the rim of the glass and they set it down, excitedly bouncing over to him.

Frankie felt a rush of warmth at the sight of his partner and his racing heart slowed a little, lacing their fingers through his own. River kissed his cheek before they walked over to where Benny and Anya were still chatting.

“I see things are going well,” River grinned, winking at Anya. Anya rolled her eyes, but smiled up at them. Benny looked at Frankie and did a double take, noticing the pinched look on his face before anyone else did. He caught Frankie’s eye, concern growing on his face. Frankie nodded, squeezing River’s hand a little tighter. Benny seemed to take that and turned back to Anya.

“I was just going to ask this lovely lady if she’d give me her number,” Ben rumbled, looking over Anya’s form appreciatively before landing on her face and holding her gaze. Anya’s cheeks warmed as she held her hand out for Ben to hand her his phone.

River turned to Frankie and smiled. “We should check and see if we can find Santi.”

Frankie swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart pounding, before he croaked out, “He’s probably making out with that girl he was talking to.” He sniffled twice.

River nodded and squeezed his hand, noticing the tightness of his features. The furrow in his brow seemed to deepen by the minute, and his gaze bounced frantically around the room. They could tell something was up, but didn’t want to press the issue. At least not here.

“I’ll go find him,” Frankie muttered quietly before walking off to find Santiago. He made his way over to the women’s restrooms, placed next to the all-gender bathroom, and smiled to himself. Santiago had the same pretty girl from before pressed against the wall and, just as Frankie thought, was heavily making out with her, her arms around Santi’s neck.

Frankie cleared his throat and grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was still shaking, but trying his hardest to suppress his trembling. Santiago pulled away from the girl, her lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“Hey, Fish,” Santiago mumbled, licking his kiss-swollen lips. “What can I do ya for?”

“Uh,” Frankie chuckled uneasily. “I think River and I are gonna head out. I, uh…” he shuffled on his feet a little. “It’s getting a little crowded, and I just…”

Santi turned serious, quietly whispering something to the girl before turning his attention back to Frankie. She waited patiently, smiling at the back of Santiago’s head.

“You okay, Frank?” Santiago leaned closer to his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

Frankie gulped and nodded, looking down at his black boots. The warmth from Santi’s palm seemed to ground him. “Yeah, I’m just… tired,” he lied, forcing a smile. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Santiago narrowed his eyes, but nodded, giving Frankie a once over. “Alright. I’ll make sure Benny gets home.”

“Thanks, Pope.”

Frankie slapped Santiago on the shoulder before turning away to find River. He had to get out of here, and quick. His palms were sweating and it was getting harder to breathe the longer he stayed. The sound of that guy sniffing played on a tormenting infinite loop.

He hadn’t had an episode like this in a long time, and he guessed that’s why it was happening. He should’ve expected there to be something like this at a nightclub, but it still felt like it came out of nowhere . He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing River’s hand again.

“Hey,” they smiled, a pinch of worry on their face. “Everything okay?”

Frankie bit his lip and nodded jerkily. “Y-yeah, uh. Do you think we could go home?”

River’s heart skipped a beat at the insinuation that River’s apartment was home, for both of them. Frankie already planned on staying over at River’s that night. “Of course, babe.”

A genuine smile grew on Frankie’s lips and he nodded, kissing their cheek softly.

“I already told Anya and Ben to use protection and they nearly hit me for it,” River chuckled, walking Frankie out of the club and toward his truck. Frankie’s hands were still shaking as he grabbed for his keys. “You want me to drive?” River asked, holding out their hand.

Frankie battled with himself for a second before nodding, handing his keys over to them. “Thank you,” he mumbled, making his way over to the passenger seat.

The drive home was quiet. Frankie was obsessively picking at his nails, not used to having polish covering them. River kept looking over at Frankie worriedly, unsure what was going on. They knew he’d tell them when he was ready but they couldn’t help but feel useless at this moment.

Once they were inside River’s apartment, Frankie quietly untied his boots and went to the bathroom to clean all the stuff off his face. River got Jonsey his food for the night and went into their bedroom, changing into boxer briefs and Frankie’s Iron Maiden t-shirt. Once changed, they knocked on the bathroom door softly. “You decent?”

They heard a few sounds on the other side of the door, mostly of the fake piercings hitting the counter, before he answered shakily, “Yeah, c’mon in.”

River opened the door and smiled sadly at Frankie’s now-bare face. “There he is,” they smiled, stepping further into the small bathroom to hold his face. They kissed the tip of his nose and pressed their hands on his broad chest. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a sec, ok?”

Frankie nodded, almost on autopilot, and made his way into River’s bedroom to change.

When River made their way back into their bedroom, their own face now bare and hair pulled back in a loose braid, Frankie was already curled up in the blankets. His bare back faced them as he lay on his side, so River crawled into the sheets to wrap their arms around him. They cuddled his back close to their chest, rubbing their hands over his soft tummy comfortingly.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” River asked softly into Frankie’s curls, now freed from their gelled prison.

Frankie sighed quietly, lacing his fingers with River’s free hand. “In the morning? I promise I will, I just,” he paused. “I just wanna sleep it off first.”

“Of course,” River hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Frankie’s head. “I’ll be here.”

Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then, euphoria.

Frankie startled awake, covered in cold perspiration. He panted hard, trying to blink the room back into view.

River blinked awake, Frankie’s heaving chest rising and falling quickly underneath their hands. “Babe?” they asked, voice thick with sleep.

Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then—

“Frankie,” River’s voice came through clearly, sounding more awake. They tapped on his chest, rolling him onto his back and then pulling him up into a sitting position.

Black spots and blurred vision greeted him as he tried to come back to earth. “I—“ he croaked, starting to cough. He began breathing heavily, shakily.

River’s eyes welled with tears as they watched him, rubbing his back as soothingly as they could. What could they do? They thought about it for a second, then started humming a song softly.

Frankie pressed his large hand to his chest and his throat, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He turned his head to see if he could find someone familiar. When his eyes landed on River’s tired face, a tear fell from his eye. He didn’t want them to see this. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

River continued humming, rubbing soothing circles into Frankie’s back until his heart rate got to a steady rhythm. “Frankie?” they asked softly, eyes searching his pinched face.

Frankie startled a little, almost like he didn’t expect them to say anything. “Riv—“

“Shh, it’s okay. Just making sure you can hear me,” they whispered. They leaned over to kiss his shoulder, the hand not on his back coming up to hold the back of his own hand pressed to his chest. “I’m gonna go get you some water, ok? Don’t move.”

“Nuh,” Frankie mumbled, shaking his head quickly. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pressed his head to their chest. “N-no.”

A shaky breath left River’s lungs, but they nodded, cradling his face and rubbing his back gently. “Alright,” they sighed.

Exhaustion overtook Frankie’s body and he fell asleep. River looked over at their phone on the nightstand and picked it up; 5:28am. They looked at the photo on their lockscreen of Frankie smiling shyly and looking down. They sighed and put the phone down, looking back at Frankie’s sleeping face.

River could wait. They settled back against the pillows and watched the sky outside lighten to a dusty blue, the clouds glowing orange as the sun rose.

When Frankie opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the sun filtering in through the window. Dust motes floated in the shafts of light. His head was pounding.

“You’re awake.”

He lifted his head from River’s chest and saw their yawning face. “Yeah… You’re up early,” he mumbled, biting back his own yawn.

“I never went back to bed,” River smiled sleepily.

Frankie’s face fell. “God, I’m so sorry, mi río.”

River shook their head and sat up against the headboard of the bed. “No, you stop right there. I chose to stay up, okay?” They smiled, rubbing their thumb against his arm. “I wanted to make sure you slept.”

Frankie’s eyes welled with tears and he shook his head, looking down. He took a deep breath before speaking, wanting everything to come out clearly. “I don’t want you to not know what happened,” he looked up at them, big brown eyes glossy. “I don’t want to scare you again,” he whispered.

Heart melting and breaking simultaneously, River nodded in understanding. “Okay. I’m listening,” they said softly.

So, he told them everything. Joining the military at nineteen, figuring himself out. But also what the military did to him mentally, and how he dealt with that. Colombia. River didn’t say much, just taking the time to let Frankie get his thoughts out.

“I understand if this is like, a lot,” Frankie mumbled shakily. He shut his eyes and exhaled. “If you don’t want to—“

“Stop it,” River hummed sadly. “It is a lot to process, but I’m not worried. I mean, I’m worried, because this is something that’s still affecting you, but I’m not going to leave you over this.”

Relief flooded through him and he pressed his forehead against theirs. “How did I get so lucky?” he whispered, smiling softly.

“It was the New Balances. So hot.”

Frankie snorted, his shoulders shaking slightly until he barked out a loud laugh. “Shut the fuck up,” he giggled, tickling their sides.

River squealed with giggles, falling onto their back. Frankie kept going until they had tears streaming down their cheeks and he was hovering over them. They slowly caught their breath, watching each other’s faces quietly.

“Te amo, mi río,” Frankie hummed, cupping their cheek.

River’s heart stopped and they bit their lip. They looked down at Frankie’s collarbone, not answering right away.

Frankie panicked a little, his eyes widening. “Sh-shit, um, I’m sorry—“

“No, it’s okay,” River’s eyes shut as they shook their head a little. They held his hand against their face so he wouldn’t take it away. “I… I’m not sure I’m ready to… to say that back. But I want to. God, do I want to.”

Frankie exhaled shakily and he nodded, cheeks burning.

“It’s just… I haven’t been in a real relationship in a long time. I still… I still identified as a woman when I did. No one’s ever… b-been with me like… like this,” River gulped, finally looking back up into his eyes again. “It’s always just been flings and hookups.”

Frankie was quiet, processing what they were saying. “Okay,” he muttered. “I don’t want you to say it until you’re ready. I just needed to let you know,” he smiled softly.

River’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss them softly.

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Would you mind doing prompt 18 with either Jake Lockley or Santiago Garcia? I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more, so I’ll let you decide ❤️

Erase it (Santiago Garcia x reader)

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Prompt: they’re teasing each other when one character goes “then kiss me” and is surprised that the other character actually does it

Word Count: 2.6k A/N: Fun fact! This period fic was just sitting in my drafts for a while but this prompt inspired me to add a lil something hehe. Enjoy <3

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (doesn’t matter if you’re on your period, WRAP IT UP), i'm back at it with the idiots in love trope <3

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You couldn't decide whether mother nature had decided to play a nasty trick on you or had blessed you with a chance when your period had made its uninvited appearance. It was an unusually cold night in Bogotá but you woke up sweating, pure pain radiating from your lower abdomen, edging itself towards your lower back. You panicked slightly when you turned, feeling a wet patch under you.

“Shit …” you mutter as you scramble to get out of bed to turn on the lights.

You were right, you had bled through your pants onto the bed below you as you slept. The past few weeks have been absolute hell, you and the boys have been out and about. Today had been the day where they checked into a hotel and you guess that your body decided to let go of all its stress that it was holding and push it out of your uterine lining. Your period had been late and your flow was heavy despite it being literally the first day. The cramps were biting into you, making you curl your body forward each time another wave hit you.

You ransacked your bag and the hotel room, but found no pads or even tampons. Part of you was ready to just free bleed but the other part of you just wanted to cry. All you wanted was a hot cup of chocolate and a large pad but you couldn't go and get it yourself, not in the streets of Bogotá at 2 am in the morning. You bit your lip and decided to admit defeat, walking out of your room and padding sadly towards Santi and Frankie’s room. You hesitated slightly before knocking their door.

Santi flung the door open and squinted down at you warily, sleep heavy in his eyes. His curls were astray and he was pulling down his sleep shirt, exposing some skin that made you blush a little. His eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled, a warm feeling coursing through you at how genuine he looked.

There's no way that this man could look this good even when he slept.

You were pretty sure you looked like a gremlin in your oversized t-shirt and blood covered shorts.

“Everything okay?” he mumbled, sleep coating his usual gruff voice, softening out its edges.

To put it plainly, his voice sounded like it had been touched by a siren.

“Uhm, yea kinda, but also no.” you look downward, shifting from one foot to another.

Santi raised an eyebrow but let you continue.

“Sorry for waking you Pope, but I need a little help.”

“That’s alright, querida. Name it, I’m at your service.” he said bowing a little, making you giggle.

You hugged yourself, feeling very vulnerable as you bit your lip

“I started my period.” you whispered

Santi gave you no reaction to what you had said and you wondered whether he had fallen asleep with his eyes open and standing up.

“Okay, need me to get you anything?” he said, instead giving you a small smile.

That took you aback slightly, no one had said something like this to you so casually. Normally men would lean on the extremes, either making it a big deal, as if you were on the verge of death or downplaying it and making you feel small

“Yes, please. I just need pads, the biggest ones you can find please and something for the pain.” you meddled with the edge of your shirt, twisting it in a comforting pattern.

“Alright, lemme just get my wallet. Wait for me in your room, okay?” he said cupping your face with his hand, an unusual act of affection from him.

“Okay. Thanks, Santi.” you smile, forcing down your tears as you look away from him

You went back to your room and took a nice shower, letting the hot water soothe your body. You heard a knock and you shut off the shower, pulling a fluffy towel around you before letting Santi in.

“I- oh.” Santi said before turning around when he realised you were only in your towel.

“Oh, it's fine. I’m decent. I mean the towel is long enough.” you laughed a little awkwardly.

Santi set the big bag of things he got for you onto the bed. He pulled out a packet of big pads, several of your favourite chocolate bars, pain ointment, painkillers, a hot water bottle and lastly a pack of cotton underwear. You didn’t realise you had a hand on your mouth as you watched Santi pull out the stuff from the bag

You were absolutely flabbergasted

“Fucking hell, Santiago Garcia.” you breathed.

You stepped closer to him and grabbed the pack of pads, examining it with a smile before turning to face him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When you pulled away, you noted how red his face had gone, and the dopey expression that lined it. You thanked him profusely and rushed into the bathroom to get changed.

You finally felt nice and fresh. You came out to find Santiago laying a towel on the soiled part of your sheets and you started to tear up. You sniffling made him look up and he just opened his arms out understandingly. You almost run to him, letting him envelope you in his warm, comforting embrace.

“How do you feel?” he murmurs into your hair.

“Much better, thanks Santi.” you say into his chest, breathing in his soft scent as your tears get caught in his sleep shirt.

“Alright, I’ll let you get some rest, okay?” he said before slowly pulling away.

You were rendered confused, and he didn’t even get to put his hand onto the doorknob before you grabbed onto his wrist. His confused stricken face made you blush and drop his hand.

“Could you maybe stay?” you ask, slightly bashful.

Santiago just smiled at you, studying your face.

“Sure, I’d love to get away from Frankie’s snores for a while.” he said after a few seconds, making you snort.

He grabs a few of the chocolate bars before he leads you to the couch. You open one of the bars and break it into half, giving the other half to Santiago. The both of you nibbled on the chocolate and laughed about old memories.

You watched as Santiago animatedly tells you about the boys and their shenanigans. Oh, to be Santi’s girl. You would be treated like a queen, forget it, you would be treated like a goddess, mainly because this man had the heart to be absolutely head over heels over someone.

“There was once where Benny tried to pet a dog, it was a calm dog, for your information, and the dog lunged at Benny so fast that all we saw was Benny’s rifle flying 30 feet away in one direction and Benny running as fast as he could in the other direction.” You laughed a little too hard and felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, making you double up in pain.

Santiago held you and pressed his hand over yours on your tummy. For the first time panic flashed through his eyes, not knowing whether this was a normal thing.

“Ugh I hate taking pain killers, it's not like they work anymore.” you straighten your back as the pain ebbed away.

Years of chronic pain have made painkillers essentially useless for you. Santi nods understandingly, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly a sheepish look settled upon his face.

“What?” you say squinting at him

“It's nothing.” he said and you swore you could see a tinge of pink upon his cheeks.

“I demand you to tell me, I'm the one in horrendous pain,” you winced.

Santi settled back onto the couch and pulled you down with him with a sigh.

“Remember when we were small and our mom’s would take care of us?” he said softly.

“Of course.” you said, snuggling a little closer to him.

“You know when you would fall down and your mother will always have that one special remedy?” his voice edged into a whisper.

“Hmm? A bandage and some tylenol?” you say back, totally oblivious.

“No, I mean what comes after the bandage and the tylenol?” he says a little exasperatedly now.

You look up at Santi with a pout and shrug. He sighs again, this time with a small smile on his face as he brushes away a wet strand of hair from your face.

“When they kiss it all better?”

It took you a while to process what Santiago was trying to tell you. Suddenly it clicked but you didn’t let it show, masking your shock at what Santiago was implying with confusion to divert him.

“You wanna be my mom, Santi?” you feign confusion and he rolled his eyes.

You sit up slightly and press your lips together, trying to keep your laugh in.

“I’m just playin’, I’d love to kiss me all better, not that you’d know where to kiss-.”

His lips caught yours before you could finish your sentence. He sighed sleepily into your kiss and caressed your cheek with his knuckles. You smiled against his lips and anchored yourself against his chest, fingers feeling up whatever was under his sleep shirt.

He pulled away and smiled at you, a boyish smile that made him look several years younger. His fingers were at your chin and he turned our face so that he could plant another kiss onto your cheek before pulling you down onto his chest. You groaned again and clutched at your stomach as another wave of pain crashed through you.

“Guess your remedy didn’t work.” you mumbled sadly into his chest as his hand kneaded your lower back with soft pressure.

Santiago stayed silent for a while and you slowly felt yourself getting sleepier with his presence but a few biting cramps kept pulling you out of your relaxed state.

“I… umm… heard somewhere that there is a way to take the pain away.” Santiago stuttered a little, a little unusual for someone who was usually so calm and collected.

“I’ll do anything.” you muttered again.

“Anything?”

“Well not do hard drugs but you know, yes anything.” you sigh.

“It involves coming.” Santi says after a few seconds of silence

“Going where?” you said without missing a beat, the pain clearly making you stupid

Santiago’s nervous expression shifts to a blank one as he stares at you incredulously

“Pope, what?” this time you were genuinely confused as you stared at his face.

“I mean, like, ORGASM!” he whisper-shouted.

oH-

Now it was your turn to be nervous. You eyed Santiago and picked at a hangnail on your finger.

“Let me take care of you.” his voice dropped to something more sultry and you felt your insides swim with desire.

“How?” you whispered.

Santiago wanted to buy his time by whispering all of the sweet and sacrilegious things he had been meaning to do to you but in your current state, he would rather just blatantly tell you before he made a fool of himself.

“Let me touch you and help you relax.” his eyes were so soft when they met you and you found yourself trusting him entirely.

“Okay.”

With your confirmation, Santiago scooped you up and walked you to the bed, laying you down on the towel he placed there earlier, before pulling his shirt off and crawling beside you. Your heart thudded in your chest as you pressed your legs together and stared up at Santiago. You’ve never seen this look on his face before and he was studying you, his eyes scanning your body as your breath quickened.

“Relax, querida, I’ll take care of you.” he said, pulling your oversized t-shirt up slightly before hooking his fingers at your shorts, tugging them down gently, easing your legs apart.

The cold air on your bare pussy made you shiver and he eyed your core in a way he’s never looked at you before. You let yourself sink down at his soft touches, his fingers kneading gently at the skin of your thigh as he kissed your knee. He kept his eyes on you as his fingers found your clit and you squeezed your eyes shut at the soft pressure. Silently, he began to softly rub at your clit, easing out soft moans and whimpers from you. You felt the tension in your abdomen pull away as it is replaced by another sensation, one that was egged on by the attractive man who was hovering over you.

“How do you want me?” he asked softly over your whines.

“Anything you can give me.” you breathed back, and instantly, he slipped two of his fingers inside you, making your head drop back with a delicious moan.

He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you started whispering his name like a prayer almost like you were pleading for him to not stop. His thumb swiped at your clit when your walls started to get tighter around his fingers and the band that he was building instantly snapped and your back arched off the bed as you came with a gut wrenching moan.

You dropped back down onto the bed and caught your breath, your vision swimming as you vaguely heard yourself thank Santiago. You felt the bed dip around you and your eyes dropped down to where Santi’s hand was. He had rid himself of his pants and was gently pumping himself up and down, smearing your blood on himself, eliciting a string of curses from your own mouth. You dropped your knees open and he pushed himself in, filling you up to the brim as you gasped at his size. He dropped himself onto his forearms, caging you as his lips whispered soft nothings into your ear.

“So wet and warm… Still so fuckin’ tight…” he started pistoning his hips pulling out moan after moan from you again. “Fuck, you feel so good, I need to make you feel good.”

He was making you feel good. All of the pain had vanished and was replaced with quaint pleasure coursing through your veins. The intimacy of it all made you feel so vulnerable yet safe. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly, letting him drop his head against your shoulder as your pussy started to grip him with absurd strength.

“So close…” you managed to breathe and Santi nodded, unable to form any words.

His fingers dropped to your clit once more and it didn’t take much for you to snap again, Santi spilling into you with a sharp moan to the column of your throat. He slumped against you and your hands lazily scraped at his scalp. All of your muscles were relaxed and it was replaced with soft clouds of pleasure that turned your mind hazy. You kissed Santiago’s temple and thanked him over and over as he soothingly kissed your neck.

“Better?” he mumbled into your neck.

“So much better.” you breathed, sleep pulling your eyelids over your eyes.

“Shh, rest, I got you baby. I always got you.” was the last thing you heard before you succumbed to the powerful callings of sleep.

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You woke up curled up against him, his hand pressing a now lukewarm hot pack to your abdomen as he cuddled you close. While you were asleep, he changed you, and made sure you were comfortable before settling to sleep. His nose now was buried in your hair and your back was flush to his chest, impossibly close.

You held on to his arms and you pulled him closer, praying that he would never slip away, knowing that he’d be able to erase everything that could harm you.

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romanarose · 11 months

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Gift Giving with the Triple Frontier Boys

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Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you through gift giving, and you returning it.

Acts of Service Word of Affirmation Quality Time Physical Touch

Warnings: Mentions of smut, pregnancy, nightmares involving death, drinking problem, addiction/rehab, past child abuse (sorry Millers lolololol), Not very smutty this time, lo siento.

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Santiago Garcia

After Santi and Fish went back for the money in the canyon, they split it with the Millers, but that still eft each with a hefty sum. Anyone who grew up poor like Santi knows its easier to make money when you have money, and after a few smart monetary choices, Santi found himself in a good financial position. He still considered what he has somewhat blood money, although you frequently remind him that it was Tom that fucked it all up, so Santi makes sure to donate to charities close to his heart. However, Santiago adores you, and he'd me amiss if he didn't use that money to spoil you. Maybe it's dresses, maybe it's leather pants that show off your ass, maybe it's you're clothing taste is more simple but he indulges you in t-shirts from Star Wars, Doctor Who, and what's the stupid Marvel show? Moon Night? Whatever, he'll get you the goddamn Moon Night back back. If you like make up, fancy head coverings or wigs, he's got you, anything to make his girl feel special. You go to a concert, merch tent is yours. You don't even bring it up half the time, he'll catch you staring at a dress at the mall or 'recently viewed' will pop up on amazon and he'll just get it, as a treat. And if you have a fancy event, a quince, you're nieces first communion, or an Afghan wedding with multiple clothing changes, you bet you'll have the best. Oh, and you BET your wedding dress or suit will be the one you want, and you're ring? On point.

You and Santi took things slow. Maybe it's for religious reasons, maybe it's because you have had bad experiences in the past, or maybe you just wanted too, but you hadn't had sex yet. You'd slept over, keeping things modest but intimate, him holding you close and yeah, you maybe had to ignore a boner or two. He couldn't help it, it was biology, but he was nothing but respectful. However, when the time came you found you were ready.... you had a plan. It was his birthday, and after a very loud, very fun event with all his family and his friends ending with Will half-dragging his brother out because Benny kept saying goodbye for 40 minutes, you found yourselves alone.

"I've got a surprise for you" You gently push Santi back, lifting up your dress to reveal a lingerie set that made you look good and feel comfortable.

The dumbfounded look on his face and immediate bulge in his pants made it all the more impressive that he gulped, and stuttered out an "are you sure? you're absolutely sure?" before diving in on you. It wasn't the only gift you had gotten him, of course, but your body might be his favorite.

Benny Miller

It had been a bad day, but when you called Benny on your break and asked how he was, it was clear Benny was having a rough day at the gym. Benny vented to you, you listened, offered advice where he wanted it and allowed him to complain about the little things that nothing could be done about where he needed. By the time your hour was up, your food was ate and both of you felt better. Even just talking to your husband brightened your day, even if you didn't tell him that you were frustrated. However, work continued to suck ass. When you get home, however, you start on diner because you know Benny had a tough day and food made him happy. When he came home, however, he had a few things. In one had was his keys, water bottle and barely gasping a case of beer (jesus christ his hands are large) and in the other, a Hostess fruit pie from the gas station that he handed to you. "What's this for?" You ask, surprised by the treat. Benny shrugged. "I saw it and thought of you. You said you used to eat them a lot as a kid?" You did... you said that... about 3 years ago you made an offhand comment, and he remembered. Benny was nearly tackled by the hug, and you could not imagine having a better partner in this life.

Benny was a silly lil guy. Not to say he couldn't be serious. He was there for Frankie through his addiction, but Benny's best support was offered through his shinning personality, like visiting Frankie in rehab and making him laugh. Likewise, he was there to listen and genuinely help you with problems, he was fiercely defensive of you, and was serious when needed, but what you loved about him was how much you genuinely had fun together. None of this is to say Benny doesn't have his struggles. You told him he needed to get him drinking under control before you would date him, (although you supported him with that even through the 'friends for now' stage), and Benny clearly had PTSD from serving and from his childhood that he tended to bury under her sunny exterior. You notice him slipping, his nightmares getting worse; nightmares of his dad killing Will, someone hurting you or Santi or Fish, Tom dying... you figured you needed to make him laugh. So, you sit him down and gift with him with a pair of boxers that say "this ass belongs to-" with your name on it. Benny's face splits into a wide, genuine grin. He laughs so damn hard and hugs you so damn tight you feel a little bit better. You tell him you got him a gift because you've noticed he's been struggling lately, and open up a conversation about what's been going on... and maybe, if he's up for it, talking to a doctor at the VA about getting on some anti-nightmare medication.

Frankie Morales

When Frankie came into your life, you knew before you ever dated that he had a daughter, and none of that phased you. She was a good kid, and you had gotten along well with her. Frankie was slow to introduce you, of course, not wanting women in and out of her life, but as you and Frankie grew closer you met her, and were thrilled to be spending more time with her as Frankie thought was appropriate. It was still early in your relationship when you came over to his house only to find Fransico Julio Morales Andala with a tiara on his head, covered in glitter, sitting at a kid sized table with craft goods stone across it... girl dad life. You smiled fondly at him, and chuckled as him and Adrianna yelled at you to wait in the living room until they were done. So, you sat on your phone listening to the father-daughter pair whisper and giggle and argue before they bring their finished product. A Valentines day card, ugly as all hell... but so clearly both of them. Franki drew a helicopter, Adrianna drew a castle, Frankie drew you and him holding hands, Adrina drew a dead "bad guy"... you weren't sure what that head to do with Valentines Day but oh well. And together, they had glued on dried flowers, lace, Star Wars stickers, and a fuck ton of glitter for you. It was entirely too much, would glitter-ize you and your apartment for weeks... but god dammit you were crying and now you had to frame it.

You were nervous, as far as fathers days go... Frankie wanted this, he said he did, but less than 2 months of marriage seemed... soon? You did the math, and he knocked you up your wedding night. Still, you wanted to give Adrianna a sibling... Frankie had spent the day with her, but you really wanted to talk to him alone, and you really thought today was fitting... so Santi took her for diner. He was a father figure to her, after all. It took a while, but halfway through diner was when Frankie asked, worried, 'Something wrong, hermosa?' You couldn't wait any longer, and told him you were pregnant with his child. You watched as the shock filled him, tears misting his eyes before he came over to your side of the table and pulled you to your feet. Frankie picked you up, making you squeal and both of you giggled as he spun you around before setting you down on the floor.

"Best father's day gift ever"

Will Miller

It was a military ball, and although you tried to keep it lowkey... you were thrilled. You hardly got a chance to dress up, and when was the last time you wore a dress this fancy? Will knocked on the door before entering when you called him in, a move you thought was a bit silly considering you were married and it was his savings that bought the house, but Will thought you should be allowed your privacy either way. You turn from where you sit in the vanity mirror, finding Will blue eyes and soft smile trained on you. 'You look beautiful, princess. I'll never get tired of telling you, every damn day.' He kissed the top of your hair, very careful not to mess up your up-do and walked over to his drawer. He began a preamble that you didn't have to wear it if you had other jewelry plans, but you but him off. Whatever he gave, you'd proudly wear. Will walked back behind you, and you are struck once again by how such a large man can manage not to look the slightest bit intimating. not you at least. But maybe that's because you know him, and despite whatever he had done on the military, he was the gentlest soul you had ever met in your life. He pulled out a neckless, stunningly sparkly and bright, with your favorite jewel and fucking hell it must've been expensive. He clasped it behind you, sealing the act with a kiss on your neck, a hint of what no doubt will happen later tonight... And you will, in fact, be showing this neckless of all night, just as Will is going to show off you.

"Honey, I'm home!" You call as you step in and Will beckons you to the guest room where he is fixing the closet door. Will turns around to greet you, setting the tools down so he could take you in for a kiss, something you two promised to try and do every day, when he saw what you were holding, flowers. Confused, he kisses your cheek. "Are we visiting your grandma today, honey?" He asked, and when you said no, he had a few more possible reasons for the flowers, even so far as to ask if this was your way of reminding him he forgot an important date. You laugh, as if he would ever. You finally tell him, "They're for you, silly." The man was too stunned too speak. "For me? Why?". You explain you don't need a reason, that he's your special man and he deserves it. You explain how you were driving home and saw a pop up flower stand, and realized that your kind, thoughtful, gentle, hardworking husband had probably never gotten a bouquet in his 30 something years of living. And what a shame that was! He deserved flowers. Pretty ones, too. Despite the strength he held, and the way his arms wrapped tight around you, he knew his strength and did not squeeze to hard... but it was a firm hug, and as he buried his face in your neck, you swore it was a little wet as he whispered "thank you, beautiful." Even in his childhood, no one had treated him with such soft kindness as you did, and he'd do everything in his power to not let you go.

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avastrasposts · 11 months

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The Pilot and his girl - ch. 8

Happy Frankie Friday! In this chapter I've got Dad!Frankie in full swing, no warnings needed, with the possible exception of fluff overload. Very suitable for Frankie Friday!

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Chapter 9

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You hear the alarm on Frankie’s phone go off early on Saturday morning and his groan as he fumbles turning it off. As he silences it you roll over and wrap your arms around him, hooking your leg over his hip as you press your lips to his shoulder.

“Morning, hermosa,” he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep, he’s rubbing his hand over his face, trying to wake himself up. He has to get up early to drive an hour to pick up Lucía for the weekend and he usually starts very early so that he can have as much time with her as possible. And he knows she’ll be waiting eagerly for him as he arrives, sometimes she’s even on the steps of her abuela’s house, her little suitcase beside her, as he pulls up.

He leans over to your half asleep form and presses a kiss to your forehead before he pushes back the covers and sits up, your leg slipping off his hip. You mumble and burrow deeper into the bed, grabbing his pillow as he pulls the covers over you again.

“I’ll come say goodbye before I leave, cariño,” he whispers and quietly leaves the bedroom.

You wake up properly half an hour later when Frankie comes in with a mug of coffee for you and sets it down on the bedside table. He’s showered and dressed in his usual t-shirt and flannel shirt and when he leans down to your lips, his warm scent wraps around you as you push your fingers into his damp curls. He presses a long kiss on your mouth and you let slip a sleepy moan, he feels so soft and warm. With a smile he pulls back, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I’ll message you when I get there, hermosa, ok?”

“Mhmm, drive safe, love you,” you mumble back.

“Te amo, cariño,” he presses a last kiss on your neck before he leaves.

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While Frankie’s away you give yourself a bit more time in bed, sipping the coffee and reading the news, before getting ready. The weather forecast promised sunshine so Frankie said he wanted to take Lucía to a new playground at the big park in town. He’d flown over it (the fact that he’d flown over it made you giggle, most people saw new things by driving past them) and thought Lucía would love it. So it was your task to make a picnic while he drove to pick her up. It wasn’t exactly a difficult task, Lucía shared her father’s love of PBJ sandwiches so you were going to make some simple chocolate cupcakes and then sandwiches.

Frankie messaged you about an hour later, letting you know he’d arrived safely and would be on the road again soon with Lucía. The cupcakes were baking and you had sandwiches on the go. While the cupcakes cooled you wrapped everything up, packing a cooler with juice boxes, water bottles and soft drinks. By the time your phone pinged with a message from Frankie, letting you know they’d just parked outside his apartment building, you’d showered and changed and had everything ready by the door. Your nerves were spiking though, suddenly nervous about meeting Lucía. Frankie and you had decided to not introduce you to her in his apartment so you grabbed the cooler and your own bag and made your way down to the street where Frankie was waiting.

Taking a steadying breath you push open the door to the street, and you’re met by a sight that makes you smile as your heart constricts. Frankie has Lucía on his hip and his cap is on the ground next to them, the little girl is busy pushing a pink glitter hair clip into Frankie’s hair, two more already decorating his curls. As you watch, the little girl struggles with closing the clip so, holding her with one arm, Frankie helps her close it, securing it to his hair. Lucía giggles and pats his hair, her own brown curls bouncing around her head now that she’s passed all her clips on to her dad.

You walk towards them and Frankie spots you, giving you a wave. He puts Lucía down and whispers something to her as he grabs a piece of paper from the car. She grabs it and takes Frankie by the hand, pulling him over to you. You crouch down to her level as she gives you the paper, it’s a drawing of a unicorn with ‘Lucía’ written in a childish scrawl at the bottom.

“I made this for you”, she says, one hand still tightly holding on to Frankie’s, giving you a shy smile that’s so reminiscent of her dad’s, even the dimple is there.

“Thank you so much,” you smile back at her. “Your dad told me a lot about you, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

She looks at the cooler that you’ve set down on the ground next to you, “Dad said you made chocolate muffins…” she’s eyeing the cooler and you hear Frankie chuckle.

“Lucía, we have to have lunch first, I told you already.”

She looks up at her dad with a serious face, “I was only asking about them, daddy.”

“Sure you were, you little chocolate monster,” Frankie playfully growls as he grabs her and tickles her belly while Lucía giggles.

“I’m not a monster,” she squeals, trying to tickle her dad’s belly too while he picks her up.

“You know that doesn’t work, mija,” he laughs, “it’s my superpower,” he says to you as you stand up again, “I’m not ticklish so this little monster can’t get me back.”

“It’s not fair,” Lucía says, pouting at you, “I have no superpower.”

“What superpower would you like to have?” you ask as Frankie sets Lucía down again, grabbing the cooler and your bag to put in the back.

“I don’t know,” she says, scrunching up her nose, “what’s your superpower?”

“I don’t know, you admit, “I make pretty good pizza, can that be a superpower?”

“I love pizza!” Lucía exclaims as Frankie picks her up and puts her in the car seat in the back as you walk around the truck and get in the passenger seat, “Daddy, can she make us pizza?”

“Maybe, if you ask her nicely,” Frankie says and smiles at you as he buckles her in.

“Please will you make us pizza?” Lucía says immediately, “but I don’t like mushrooms on my pizza,” she adds, giving you the same serious look she gave Frankie about the chocolate muffins.

“If your dad says it’s ok I will absolutely make you pizza, no mushrooms,” you smile at her in the back seat.

Frankie gets into the front and starts up the truck, “Maybe if you don’t have plans tonight you wanna make pizza with us?” he asks with a grin. He knows full well you don’t have plans for tonight but you’d left it open to see how it went with Lucía. “What do you say, princesa, can she hang out with us tonight and make us pizza?” There’s a very energetic nod from the back seat as Luciá starts telling you what she wants on her pizza and then what she knows her dad will want on her pizza (mushrooms, no pineapple, lots of cheese). She also lets you know that her stuffed bear Santi, named after Pope, Frankie confirms, would like extra cheese on his pizza too. Teddy bear Santi is currently sitting on her lap, tucked in under her arm.

The ride to the park is taken up by pizza discussions and by the time you get there Frankie has decided he will take you both to the supermarket for extra groceries so that you can have a proper pizza party.

The park is one of the biggest ones in town and the new playground is in the middle, by the time you all make it over to it it’s, time for lunch but Lucía wants to go on the slide first. You tell Frankie to take her on the playground for a bit while you set up the picnic and he gives you a quick thank you kiss as Lucía runs ahead.

“She really likes you, hermosa,” he says, giving you a happy smile.

“I made her chocolate muffins and promised pizza, not exactly a high stakes negotiation,” you giggle but you’re pleased Lucía seems to have warmed to you. You watch them both as Frankie jogs after his daughter to catch up. Seeing Frankie in dad mode was a new experience even though you’d heard him talk about her many times. His confidence around her reminded you of when he’d taken you up in the helicopter, he seemed calm and in control in a way that you hadn't thought he’d be. He’d talked about his fear of failing her as a father, that he didn’t spend enough time with her and that he didn’t know how to be a good dad, so you thought that he’d maybe be insecure around her in his parenting role. But instead he seemed comfortable, handling his daughter as if he spent every day with her.

You pull out the picnic blanket and spread it out under one of the big trees and set out the food. You’d made some more “grown up” sandwiches with spicy grilled chicken, avocado and arugula and cut up some fruit to add to the muffins and PBJs so in all it looked like a pretty good spread when it was all set up.

You look over at Frankie and Lucía at the playground, Lucía had somehow convinced Frankie to go on the slide with her and as you watch he slides down the chute with her on his lap. You can hear her squeal with delight and Frankie’s whoop as they go down, and when they reach the bottom Lucía jumps off his lap and runs straight to the stairs going up to the top again. Even from a distance you can see Frankie telling her it’s time to go for lunch and she shakes her head, waving at her dad to come up and slide down with her again. You smile when you see how easily she gets her way and Frankie climbs up the stairs, squeezing his wide frame through the tiny little child sized door and sitting down at the top of the slide. They slide down again but this time Frankie holds onto her and says something to her when they get to the bottom, Lucía wriggles free and starts running back towards you as fast as her short legs will go.

“Dad said I can have a chocolate muffin now!” she calls at you as she gets closer and you laugh, “Can I have one, please?” She skids to a halt right in front of the blanket, her eager face shining.

“Wow, you really like chocolate muffins!” you say, smiling at her as you pick one of them up from inside the cooler.

“Yeah, they’re my favourite so it’s good you made them!” She accepts the muffin with a big smile. “Thank you!”

“You’re dad told me they’re your favourite,” you smile at Frankie as he gets to the blanket too.

“Mija, clean your hands first please, before you eat,” he says to her, pulling out wet wipes from his bag. “You want one too?” he holds it out to you, and you grab one.

“So prepared, Frankie, I’m impressed.”

“You try getting grape jelly out of your shirt and then tell me…” he says, wiping his hands too, “I learned to be prepared the hard way.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” you smile and sink down on the blanket where Lucía has already plopped down. She’s half way through her muffin and looking up at her dad.

“Are the muffins good, mija?” he asks while he lowers himself down to sit next to you.

“Yeah, they are good,” she says, her mouth full of her next bite, “better than yours,” she giggles and Frankie gasps in mock shock.

“Better than mine?! Never!”

“They have chocolate chunks inside,” Lucía holds up her muffin to show her dad with a grin.

“I thought you only made brownies, Frankie?” you say as you hand him one of the PBJ sandwiches. “Have you been holding out on me?”

“I only made them once,” he says, “but they were pretty damn good, if I say so myself. And little miss traitor here,” he gives his daughter a poke, “said they were her favourite muffins ever, but now apparently they’re not!” He grins at her as she giggles through a mouthful of muffin.

“I like yours too, daddy,” she says after swallowing the last bite, “but hers are better because they have more chocolate and that’s always better.”

“She speaks the truth, Frankie, more chocolate is always better,” you nod.

“You have no say in this,” Frankie pokes you too and you giggle, swatting away his hand, “you’re partial.” He’s smiling at you, his warm brown eyes doing that thing where they crinkle at the corners and his whole face just looks so happy you just want to kiss him.

He seems to think the same because he moves slightly closer to you, scooting over the blanket so that he can reach into the cooler for a juice box and a sandwich, passing them to Lucía. When he straightens himself out, his long legs over the blanket, he’s got one hand on the blanket just behind you, not around you, but just enough so that when you shift slightly you can feel his body heat against your side. Lucía is busy feeding herself and Santi the bear sandwiches and juice, telling Santi he needs to clean his paws first.

“Thank you for coming with us, hermosa,” Frankie murmurs, tilting his head slightly so that his low voice is right next to you. “She really likes you, she told me when we were on the slide.”

“She’s a very sweet kid, Frankie, you’re doing a great job with her,” you smile back at him and you see how he puffs up a little as he glances over at his daughter.

“She saved my life, and she doesn’t even know it yet. But I’m gonna tell her when she’s older, explain it all so she knows how special she is.”

“I’m pretty sure she already knows she’s very special to you, Frankie, you have a great connection,” you’re looking over at Lucía, she’s still feeding Santi the Bear, and you feel Frankie’s arm wrap his arm around you properly as he drops a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you, cariño,” he whispers before he moves away slightly and drags the cooler towards him. “Got any more PBJ in here?”

…

Frankie and you eat your picnic listening to Lucía chatter about Santi the Bear, her real uncle Santi, her favourite pizza toppings again and the costume her abuela is making for her friend’s birthday party.

“I’m going to be a princess helopticer pilot!” she tells you with a bright smile.

“Heli-cop-ter, mija,” Frankie says with a grin, “and you’re going to be the cutest princess helicopter pilot.”

“Have you seen dad’s helopticer?” she asks you, giving her dad an eye roll worthy of any teenager when he corrects her again, making you laugh out loud at the sass.

“I have, he took me flying in it a while back, it was a lot of fun.”

“I’m not allowed yet,” Lucía pouts, “daddy says I’m too little.”

“You’re too small for me to take up on your own, but maybe all three of us can go up someday, would you like that?” Frankie asks, throwing you a quick smile too.

“Yeah! I wanna go, can we go today daddy?” Lucía squeals in excitement.

“Not today, but we’ll plan something real soon,” he promises.

…

Once the picnic is all eaten, Lucía making sure her dad doesn’t eat all the muffins, you all pack up and make your way over to the playground swings. Lucía wants to go on the one with a chair and a strap so that she can’t fall out, that way she can swing herself as high as she wants and she’s soon flying over the playground.

There’s a big swing next to it, a round flat bottomed net made so that several kids can sit or lie on it. Frankie gets on it and pulls you over so that you can lie next to each other, looking up at the sky and Lucía swinging high. One of his long legs is on the ground, kicking out to give you gentle momentum. It’s a bit like being in a hammock and you swing slowly back and forth with Frankie’s warm body next to you, his soft flannel shirt brushing against your hand.

“When I buy a house I’m getting a hammock,” he mumbles, sounding a bit sleepy, “this is nice.”

“You wanna buy a house, Frankie?” you ask, looking over at him, his cap has almost fallen off his head and he’s got his eyes on Lucía while the breeze ruffles his hair.

“Yeah, someday soon, once I’ve saved up enough money for a down payment and get my credit score in order,” he gives you a wry smile, “losing your job and apartment because of a coke habit really seems to put banks off.” He looks back at Lucía, “but I wanna get a house so that she can stay longer, have a proper room there, maybe stay a few weeks over the summer or something. And it’d be nice to have a yard, have a BBQ, have the guys over in the summer, somewhere to hang out, both for her and for me.”

He looks over at you again, “and you too, if you wanna hang out with us,” he’s giving you that shy little smile that you love and you feel your feelings for this man bubble over.

“What’s that insult you and Pope always use?” you ask with a smile.

“Pendejo?” Frankie says with a confused look.

“That’s the one,” you take his chin between your thumb and index finger, “Pendejo, of course I wanna hang out with you and your daughter and your friends, Frankie.” Throwing a quick glance up at Lucía who’s still swinging herself high, you give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose as his face splits into a wide grin, chasing your lips as you pull back.

“But most of all I wanna hang out with you in your hammock,” you say, “a hammock sounds like a nice idea.”

Frankie kicks his leg a bit harder into the ground making your swing higher and you feel your stomach dropping as you grab onto the side and his arm, he’s giggling next to your ear as he makes you go even higher.

“I swear to god, if you make us fall, Frankie,” you laugh and grab on to him tighter. The sky is tilting back and forth over your head and the wind is whooshing in your ears and you can hear Lucía giggling too, calling to her dad to go higher.

“Wanna join us, mija?” Frankie calls to her and she squeals “Yeah!!” loudly. Frankie puts his boot down and drags it through the sand, making the swing stop. He gets Lucía from her swing and plops her down between the two of you, tucking his arm around her tightly, you feel her little hand grabbing on to yours too and you squeeze it back.

Frankie goes gentler this time, kicking his boot and the swing goes up and down, making Lucía giggle in your ear. She’s telling him to go higher and he obeys, holding onto her as he makes the swing go higher and soon all three of you are laughing as the sky tilts back and forth over your heads. Finally Frankie stops kicking, his leg burning, and the swing starts slowing down, rocking gently back and forth. Over Lucía’s head, Frankie catches your eyes, you’re smiling, cheeks flushed from laughing and your hair windswept. He wants to kiss you so badly, this day has been better than he could’ve dreamed, the two most important people in his life together with him, his little princesa and this amazing woman who seems to see only the good in him, who loves him as much as he loves her. Pulling his hand out from under Lucía he searches for yours as the swing slows down further, and as his fingers closes around yours, he realises Lucía is already holding on to it, and it makes his heart swell. He wraps his bigger hand around both of yours, holding on tight as he looks at you, smiling at him.

…

Taking an over-excited four year old through a supermarket is an experience to say the least… After the park Frankie drives over to the nearest one so that you can get what you need for the pizza and once there, Frankie goes into dad mode. Grabbing a cart for Lucía to sit in, she promptly stands up in it, holding on to the sides while she leans over the edge trying to grab anything that catches her eyes as you all walk past. Frankie makes her sit down and she stands up again. He puts on his stern ‘dad voice’ and it works for about two minutes before she’s up again and so it goes. You’re walking a few feet behind them, trying to stifle your giggles.

“Lucía Francesca Morales Hernandez,” he says with a serious voice, holding on to her arm as she stretches across the side of the cart, reaching for a jumbo pack of Reese’s cups the size of her head. “Sit down now.” She sits down and looks up at him with wide brown eyes, looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but Frankie seems to be immune to her feigned innocence because he gives her a stern look and she drops her gaze and remains sitting down.

“I’m impressed,” you whisper behind him and he throws you a quick grin over his shoulder.

“What do you need for the pizza?” he asks, putting back the Reese’s without protest from Lucía.

“Depends what you have at home, I need flour, salt and yeast for the base. And then whatever we wanna put on top.” you reply, sneaking a pack of Reese’s into your shopping basket.

“Ok, we need yeast then,” Frankie says, turning down the aisle with baking ingredients. “I can’t wait to have this pizza, never had homemade pizza before.”

“Are you serious?” you raise your eyes in surprise, “Never?”

“No, it’s like the ultimate delivery food right? So why make your own?”

“Because it’s like a thousand times better and you get to decide exactly how much you want of each topping,” you say, grabbing canned tomatoes for the sauce.

“We’re definitely getting extra cheese then,” Frankie smiles, “extra cheese and extra pepperoni slices.”

“And no mushrooms!” Lucía says from the cart as Frankie grabs a punnet of mushrooms.

“What do you say, Lucía, should we add extra pineapple on your dad’s pizza too?” you ask, winking at her and she grins.

“Yes, extra pineapple,” she giggles as Frankie pretends to gag, grabs his throat and sinks to the floor, making Lucía keel over laughing. An elderly man further down the aisle gives the three of you a disapproving look that makes you snort as Frankie shuffles to his feet, grinning at his daughter’s giggles.

Groceries all paid and packed up in the truck Frankie takes you back to his place where you help unload and drag it all up to his apartment. Lucía has fallen asleep in the back seat on the ride home and Frankie takes her up first, getting her shoes off and tucking her into bed for a nap before helping you with the rest of the stuff. When you’ve got it all on the kitchen counter he puts his arms around your waist and pulls you close, dropping his forehead against yours.

“I think today might’ve been the best day of my life,” he murmurs, his hands stroking up and down your sides. “Hanging out with my two favourite girls, watching you get along, seeing how much Lucía likes you, I’ve never been this happy.” His warm eyes are so close to yours that you can see the shadows of his eyelashes on his cheeks, he’s got your favorite soft smile and you return the same up at him.

“Thank you for letting me meet her, Frankie, I know it’s a big step,” you say, “I was really nervous this morning.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your fingers into the soft curls at his neck. “She looks so much like you, she’s got your dimples and eyes, and your cheeky smile.”

Frankie smiles wider at that and the dimple creases in his cheek so you move your hand down so that you can fit your thumb into it, it fits perfectly and it makes Frankie chuckle.

“It was never a hard decision to let you meet her, you’re the best thing in my life, cariño, and so is she. I need you both to make me whole,” he moves his hand up from your waist and cups your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as his eyes flit down to your mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day,” he mumbles as his lips brush against yours when he moves closer, tilting his head so that the cool tip of his nose nudges against your cheek. As his tongue comes out and lightly tastes your bottom lip you close your eyes, his beard scratches gently against your chin, his hand is strong, cupped around your cheek and his warm scent washes over you. His other arm wraps around your waist, his little soft belly pressed against yours, your breasts pushed up against his torso and he’s enveloping you as he nudged his tongue past your lips, opening his mouth to yours. His kiss is slow and deep, taking his time to explore as if he didn’t just spend hours kissing you last night, your tongue slipping around his as he pulls you closer.

Eventually you pull a part just a little, needing oxygen and some composure. Usually he’d have you undressed and on the nearest flat surface by now but with his daughter in the next room, that’s not an option. Instead you both draw a few deep breaths and Frankie brushes his hand across your cheek, bending down for a soft kiss, before standing up straight and stepping away, towards the forgotten groceries.

“I’ll put this away and deal with the picnic fall out, and let you start the pizza, ok, cariño,” he says, managing to grab your butt with a mischievous grin just as you turn away from him.

“Hands to yourself, Morales,” you smirk, as if you didn’t just have your body pressed up against his just a few seconds ago.

…

The pizza dough is soon proofing on the counter, pizza sauce simmering on the stove and just as you’re prepping the toppings, Frankie standing behind you, his arms around your waist with his chin on your shoulder, as he watches you chop the mushrooms, you hear small feet shuffling across the floor behind you.

“Daddy,” comes a sleepy little voice from the door to the kitchen and you feel Frankie pull away from you as he turns towards his daughter. WIth a couple of long steps he’s swooped her up and he’s hugging her tight.

“Princesa, you’re awake,” he coos as she snuggles her face into his neck, her thumb stuck in her mouth. “Did you sleep well?”

She nods silently against his neck before she pulls her thumb out, “Thirsty,” she mumbles.

“Of course, mija, do you want another juice box?” Moving the little girl to his hip he opens the fridge and gets one of the leftover juice boxes and gives it to her. “Do you want to watch some cartoons while we get the rest ready for pizza? When we’re done you can make your own pizza.”

Lucía nods again, her eyes still sleepy, and Frankie takes her through to the living room and sets her down on the big couch, wrapping her in a blanket.

“You look like a little burrito, princesa,” you hear him say and Lucía giggles, protesting that she’s not a burrito.

Frankie comes back into the kitchen, and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I would love to offer you to take a shower with me, hermosa,” he murmurs against your neck, “but I can offer you a regular shower, if you wanna clean up before dinner?”

“Will the ‘shower with Frankie’ offer still be valid next weekend?” you ask but instead of answering Frankie nips at your earlobe, blowing hot air on your neck. “Go take a shower while I finish up, I’ll keep an eye on Lucía,” you smile. “I’ll shower when you’re done.”

“Ok, mi amor,” he mouths, placing a warm little kiss on your neck before leaving again. You can hear him tell Lucía he’s going to take a shower but that you’re in the kitchen if she needs anything.

It doesn’t take long for Lucía to scoot off the couch and patter back into the kitchen, the blanket trailing behind her.

“Hi, sweetie,” you say to her with a smile as you notice her coming up next to you, “do you need something?”

“Are you making pizza?” she looks up at you with those big brown eyes so reminiscent of her dad’s.

“I’m getting all the toppings ready for the pizza, so that when we make them we can just put them on top.”

“I wanna help,” she says, dropping the blanket on the floor as she goes over to the little wooden step ladder Frankie’s got stowed in a corner of the kitchen. You pick up the blanket and help her stand next to you at the counter.

“You can help me by putting all the toppings into these bowls, I’m just gonna finish cutting up these peppers so you decide what thing goes into which bowl.”

Lucía takes her job with all the seriousness a four year old can muster, carefully placing each individual piece of pepperoni gently in the first bowl, followed by grabbing each slice of mushroom and putting them in the next. She’s chatting to you about her pre-school, her favourite teacher Ms Green and the dog she met at the park last week. You tell her about the dog you had growing up and she says she’s going to ask Santa for a puppy for Christmas this year.

“The puppy can live with dad so that he’s not lonely when I’m not here,” she says, nodding along to her own sage words.

“That’s very sweet, Lucía, making sure your dad’s not lonely”, you smile, finishing up the last of the toppings and putting away the knife.

“I think you should live with daddy too, then he won’t be lonely,” she says in the same serious tone as she scoops up handfuls of the shredded cheese, “because dogs can’t make pizza.”

“Good point,” you laugh, “but your dad can order pizza, he doesn’t need me for that.”

“But girlfriends should live with their boyfriends, Ms Green lives with her boyfriend,” Lucía keeps arranging the toppings as you bite your lip, trying to contain your grin but not sure what to say. You hear a noise behind you and see Frankie leaning on the kitchen door frame smiling at the two of you, he’s heard what Lucía said too.

“You should tell your dad about the puppy you want,” you say as Frankie comes over and places a kiss on top of Lucía’s head.

“Are you still trying to convince Santa to give you a puppy, mija?” he asks with a smile, nabbing a piece of mushroom from the bowl. “You know I’m not allowed to have a pet in this apartment, but maybe when I buy a house we can think about a dog.”

“Do you live in a house?” Lucía asks you as Frankie wipes her hands clean, all the toppings taken care of and organized.

“No, I live in an apartment too, and we’re not allowed pets either unfortunately.”

“You should live with daddy in his house so you can have a dog too,” she says as she hops down from the wooden step ladder. You look up at Frankie who’s got his eyes on you.

“I guess that’s decided then,” he says quietly to you with a warm smile, while Lucía pushes the step ladder back to the corner. “Sweete, you want her to live with me?”

“Yeah, because Ms Green says girlfriends live with their boyfriends, that’s why she moved,” she says, heading back to the cartoons in the living room and behind her back both Frankie and you break out in silent giggles.

“So much for being discreet,” you whisper with a grin to Frankie who raises his eyebrows in a ‘how the fuck did she know?’ look.

“Mija,” Frankie walks over to the door to the living room, “do you know what a girlfriend is?”

She looks up at him with a little confused look, her eyebrows knotting together in the same way Frankie’s does, as she seems to consider the answer seriously.

“I don’t know,” she says eventually, settling into the couch and watching the tv, “Ms Green said it’s like a very special friend that you love and want to live with.” Sticking her thumb securely in her mouth she focuses on Doc McStuffins, clearly done with the subject and Frankie chuckles and turns back to you in the kitchen.

“I think that’s as much as we’ll get out of her.” He pulls you out of sight of the living room and wraps his arms around your waist as your hands push into the damp curls at his neck.

“She’s a perceptive little girl,” you laugh, “and very concerned about her dad’s wellbeing. She wants the puppy to live with you so that you don’t get lonely when she’s not here.”

“My little angel,” he smiles, “I’m gonna end up getting her a puppy for sure.” He’s on the verge of saying something else, but he hesitates, instead he gives you a long kiss before pulling back again, “go take a shower, I’ll get everything ready here.”

When you’re done with the shower, in fresh clothes and damp hair, you find Frankie and Lucía cuddled up on the couch under the blanket. The dinner table in the little nook is laid for three and Frankie’s even folded napkins on top of the plates. They both look up when you come into the living room, both with identical smiles, Lucía’s smaller version of her dad’s.

“Pizza time!” They both yell simultaneously, arms stretched up over their heads before they collapse into giggles, Lucía falling onto her father’s lap with her arms still stretched over her head, squealing with laughter as Frankie snorts through his nose, his grin stretched wide.

You shake your head at them, laughing, “Not sure who’s the biggest kid, Frankie.”

“PIzza time!” Lucía squeals again, scrambling off her dad’s lap and running into the kitchen before you, Frankie following behind, giving your butt a quick grab when Lucía isn’t watching.

PIzza making is a success, ending with Lucía and you skillfully conspiring to sneak three pineapple chunks onto Frankie’s second pizza and doing your best to feign innocence as he finds the offending ingredient on his pizza after taking a big bite.

Lucía eats a whole pizza, declaring it the best she’s ever had and Frankie agrees, tucking into another slice.

“We’re gonna have to make this a regular thing, cariño,” he says, smiling over at you as you pull out the last pizza from the oven. You’ve made enough to have left over pizza for breakfast tomorrow.

“I’d love to,” you say and sit down at the table again, grabbing your last slice, “I’ll teach you too, if you want, it’s not hard to make the base.”

“Will you teach me too?” Lucía asks and you nod, “Of course, and we can have all sorts of different toppings too.”

Frankie drops the half of his last slice on his plate and leans back, groaning with his hands on top of his belly, “I’m done, no more or I’m going to have to change into sweatpants.” Lucía giggles and reaches over and pats his little belly with her hand so Frankie swoops her out of her chair and puts her on his lap instead.

“Mi princesa,” he kisses the top of her head, “my little pizza princesa, do you wanna watch a movie before it’s time for bed?”

“Yeah, I wanna watch Toy Story.”

“Again? We watched that last time.”

“But it’s my favorite,” she says, sliding off her dad’s lap and tugging at his hand to make him follow her to the couch.

“Ok, we’ll watch it again, anything for you, mija,” he says, taking hold of your hand too and making you follow. “Leave the dishes, I’ll clean up once she’s in bed.”

Lucía falls asleep halfway through the movie, her head on a pillow in Frankie’s lap as he strokes her back. You’re on his other side, curled up in the corner with your toes tucked in under Frankie’s thigh and he’s got his arm leaning on your bent knees.

“I’m just gonna put her to bed,” he whispers, “feel free to pick another movie, cariño.” He carefully picks up Lucía, cradling her close to his chest as he gently moves into her bedroom down the hall.

You stretch out on the couch and keep watching Toy Story until Frankie pads back into the living room. With a sleepy smile you motion for him to lie down next to you and he squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, curling his arm around your waist and making you lift up so that he can sneak his other arm under your head. His lips find the crook of your neck and he presses warm little kisses into your skin before you feel how he buries his face in the spot and exhales, a long warm breath of air against your skin.

“You ok, Frankie?” you ask.

“Mhmm,” comes the mumbled response from him, and you feel his lips against your skin again as he kisses up your neck, across your jaw and finds your lips, making you turn your head to meet him. He lets his tongue slip out and taste yours, a low moan escaping him as you nip at his lip. You end it with a chaste kiss on his plush lips and you can feel him chasing you as you pull away as much as you can with how tight he’s hugging you to his body.

“Frankie, I don’t wanna tempt fate,” you murmur, “Lucía could wake up.”

“I know,” he groans, “I wish I had a house.” He sighs and lets you go a little bit, settling for caressing your hair as you get comfortable and watch the movie again.

His hand runs gently through your strands, untangling knots from your shower and smoothing it down over your head, scratching at your scalp, making you tingle from the way his touch feels through your body.

“I can’t believe Lucía caught on to you being my girlfriend,” he chuckles after a while. “I thought we were being so discreet.” He presses a kiss against your hair and keeps caressing your, his hand slipping down over your shoulder and your waist, slowly smoothing over the skin at the edge of your t-shirt.

“She’s probably more perceptive than we would give a four year old credit for,” you yawn, your eyelids are getting heavy, it’s been a long day. “I should get going.” You push yourself off the couch and Frankie grabs hold of your arm.

“Don’t go, hermosa,” he pulls you back down against his chest, “I know we said you wouldn’t stay over but now it doesn’t matter. She’ll wonder where you are if you’re not here in the morning.”

“I don’t want to cut into your father-daughter time, Frankie,” you protest weakly, you don’t want to go, Frankie’s warm body behind you is sleep inducing.

“You don’t, I already told you, you’re my two favourite girls, I want you both here.” He’s got his arm wrapped around you again and he’s trying to make you understand how important it is for him to have you here. “Just stay, please,” he cups the back of your head and pulls you around to his lips, “stay,” he mumbles against you, “always.”

Everything about him is warm and sleepy, his mouth against yours, his calloused fingers that strokes your cheek, sliding around your neck, his plush body pressed up along yours as he hooks a leg over your hip as if he’s physically trying to make you stay even though you’ve already sunk down next to him and wrapped your arms tight around him too.

“Frankie, I always want to stay,” you mumble against his lips when you pull apart for air, he can still feel your breath, your pulse under his fingers, “I love you, I love being your girl, always.” You kiss him again, as you run your fingers through his curls, sending shivers down his spine and he sighs a little moan into your mouth. He pulls back a little and takes a deep breath.

“Hermosa, I love you too, para siempre,” he presses another kiss to your lips, “and I wanna ask you something,” his hand is tangling into the hem of your t-shirt, twisting it around his fingers, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and all day today, seeing you with Lucía..it really made me make up my mind. I…I think...” His eyebrows pull together in that worried knot, his brown eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, “I…I hope you don’t think I’m being stupid, or…or too rushed but, I really love you, you know that right?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, ploughing on, “And-and I don’t want you to have to leave and maybe…maybe we can, if you want to…if you think..I mean it’ll be easier for you too, it’s closer to work, I could even drive you, I’d love that, when my schedule fits yours, because most days it does and I could, maybe-maybe…if you like…and-and I love waking up with you and-and I wanna do that everyday and Lucía really loves you and it would fit so..”

You put your fingers up to his lips but he continues to ramble, “but maybe it’s a dumb idea, I…I don’t kn- “

“Frankie,” you say, your lips curling into a soft smile as your sweet man won’t shut up when his brain gets away from him, “be quiet for a second.” His eyes go wide and he closes his open mouth, looking at you with his brow furrowed.

“Frankie,” you say again, stroking his scruffy beard, smiling at him, pressing a quick kiss to his nose, he’s really asking you this in his sweet, rambling way, “are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, his face softening into a small smile as you cup his cheeks with your hands and brush your nose against his.

“I’d love to,” you whisper against his lips.

Chapter 9

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