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romanarose · 1 year ago

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For the Longest Time: Bonus Chapter (Laci and Santi)

Santiago Garcia x Lacina Dumas.

Summary: Laci is supposed to go see a movie with Ben. Supposed to. A peak inside how Santia and Laci are doing.

Warnings: Just Benny being shitty. Fighting. Yelling.

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Laci finished pouring extra oat milk into her pumpkin spiced latte, popping the lid on it. Usually, Laci didn’t have more than one cup of coffee a day as it made her anxious, but tonight she was staying up. “Hey baby.” She said to Santi as he cleaned up after dinner. “I’m going to sit on the porch while I wait for Benny.”

Today, Benny and Laci were going to the midnight premiere of Five Nights At Freddies, a movie based on a video game they loved. Laci spent hours watching Benny play it or watching youtubers play through and they were thrilled the movie was finally out.

“Alright, would you like me to sit outside with you?” It was getting dark, and Laci didn’t like the dark.

“No, I’m okay, I’ll just use the screen door, okay?”

“Okay baby, just let me know when you leave.”

“Of course!”

Laci opened the main wood door and just had the screen door closed, that way Santi could hear her swinging on their porch swing. She was doing much better, making improvements all the time in what she was capable of, and Santi’s heart swelled with pride thinking of how far she’d come. He loved her, he loved her so fucking much it hurt sometimes…

That’s what made this rough patch so rough.

The two of them just haven’t quite been the same the last few months, and Santi just didn’t know why. It wasn’t bad, not compared to what Santi had seem between other couples, but it was unlike them. Santi wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong. He was certain there was something wrong; he wasn’t saying he was blameless. In fact, he was sure whatever was happening was his fault, not hers. He just… couldn’t pin point it.

And just what was happening? Sometimes, especially after spending the day with their friends, Laci would snap at him. She’d be short, sarcastic, maybe even a little rude… and he wasn’t sure why. She had always been his sweet girl, so kind and empathetic… but she wasn’t doing it to anyone else, so it must be his fault. He was trying harder to take care of her, to be there for her, but that just seemed to irritate her. Giving her space made her sad and nervous. Santi felt like he couldn’t do anything right. When he tried talking to her about it, or suggesting he go to one of her therapy appointments, she just shut down. Couldn't get a word out of her, verbal or signed.

But he loved her, and he was still certain she loved him. There was not a doubt in his head that she loved him. So they were going to be okay. The reality of it was that Laci had been through 20 years of trauma that had only ended last year, and this was not something that would go away. She was going to have hard times, and he was going to be there for her. Nothing mattered to him more than Laci did.

It wasn’t all bad. In fact, it was mostly good, even still. They had been having a fun summer, and enjoying planning their wedding together. That made him happy, the fact she was so excited to be his wife made him fall more and more in love. It was going to be simple, in their backyard. Neither of them had any biological family left. Benny was her man of honor, Jana a bridesmaid, On Santi’s side, Will would be a groomsman and Frankie his best man. Rosie would be their flower girl, of course. For guests Laci would invite a few coworkers, Santi a couple military buddies. He’d sent an invite to Tom’s family, but doubted he’d get a reply. They’d invited Marc and Bahar, friend’s they’d made on their trip to New York and of course Ben’s girlfriend, Alice and Will’s… Well, whatever Lorelei was.

She was still the primary source of joy in his life, someone who made him laugh, someone who comforted him, someone who cared for him and he cared for in return… And she was hot as all hell. The perfect women.

Laci storm inside, slamming the screen door.

“Hey munequita, you forget-”

“I’m not going.”

Santi set down the dishes he was putting in the dishwasher. “What? Why?” They’ve had tickets for a month.

“It’s fine, he just couldn’t make it, okay?” Her lip quivered and tears blurred in her eyes as she moved to their bedroom.

Santi followed after. He felt defensive of her; Benny had canceled 5 times this month for things he was supposed to do with Laci. “He couldn’t have figured that out before? He’s supposed to be picking you up!”

“Just drop it!” Laci slammed the door to their bedroom, and when he went to open it, he found it locked.

“Lace!?” He said with a panic, pulling at the handle. “Laci are you okay?”

“Leave me alone!”

“What’s been going on with you!” Santi didn’t shout, but his voice was raised to project it through the door. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore!”

There was no response. Frustrated, but not wanting to invade her privacy especially in his high emotional state, Santi moved into the living room and pulled out his phone. He pulled up Ben’s contact.

“Hell-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Benny sighed on the other end. “I knew you’d call.”

“Damn right I’m calling! Why did you cancel again? Benny this is twice this week.”

“Santi just drop it.” Benjamin didn’t sound like himself either. He sounded tired. “I’m… sick, okay?”

Now that was bullshit. If Benny was sick, Laci would be asking him to drive her to CVS for medicine and going over to take care of him. She wouldn’t be crying, she’d be fretting with worry.

“Oh fuck off. What’s really going on?”

“Nothing, I’m just sick.”

“You’re making her cry, Ben!”

Beep beep, went his phone. Benny hung up.

Santi scrubbed his face, exhausted. Something had happened between them. Benny and Laci had been inseparable since the day they found her, Benny being the one who first got her to talk. They had been best friends ever since, but the last few months it seemed he was pulling away. From all of them, but especially Laci. Santi could tell how much it hurt her.

When he went back to the door, he heard soft crying below. Following the sound, Santi figured out she was laying on the floor as she cried. Santi laid down on his side.

“I’m right here, Lace. Whenever you need me.”

A small set of fingers peaked out from the crack under the door, and Santi gently entangled his with hers. They laid there for a while as Laci sobbed, Santi’s heart hurting for his fiance, wanting to hold her proper.

After a little, she spoke. “Alice doesn’t want Benny alone with me anymore…”

Of course. Of course it had to do with that bitch, Alice.

“Can I hold you munequita?

Shuffling came from her side and Santiago stood up. When the door opened, and he saw her red blotchy face, Santi took her in his arms tightly.

Laci explained that Benny had been canceling because Alice had an issue with how much they hung out, that Alice accused him of cheating. She thought it was insane to go to a dark movie theater alone with her. Since the movie was sold out, she couldn’t go with them and got mad. Alice laid down a hard and fast rule that Laci and Benny couldn’t be alone together anymore. Santi was furious at Ben for being such a coward, for backing down so easily over his best friend, but this wasn’t the time. Laci’s head rested on his chest and Santiago played with her hair. It had gotten longer. She wanted length for the wedding. For his part, Santi had grown out his beard. He’d shave it for the wedding, but right now she liked the salt and pepper facial hair.

“Come on, let me take you to Five Nights at Freddy’s.” He said, coaxing her to look up at him. “If we leave now, we can still make it with all the adds they play.”

She looked a little confused. “You don’t like horror movies…”

“Oh sweetheart…” Taking her face in both his hands, he kissed her forehead before looking down at her pretty, wet, blue eyes. “I’d do anything for you. Absolutely anything. You have to know that, don’t you? Going to a movie is nothing, not when I’d get the moon if you asked.”

She dodged his eyes for a moment. “I don’t want you to watch something you hate.”

He swore up and down he wouldn’t hate it, horror just isn’t usually a genre he liked. Laci promised to make it up to him by letting him show her an Army movie. She’d even allow him to talk during the whole movie to tell her how unrealistic it was. In return, Laci explained all the lore of FNAF before the movie. They made it just in time.

That night as they lay in bed, Laci still wired from the coffee and Santi wired from the movie (how did she and Ben fall asleep to those movies?), Santi held her in his arms as he kissed through her hair.

“Do you still want to marry me?” Laci asked abruptly.

This shocked Santi enough to make him pause before turning on the bedroom light and sitting up.

The lamp illuminated behind her, making her big ears that had hair tucked behind them stand out even more, but the worry-stricken expression was evident.

“Baby… Laci, mi amor, why would you ask me that?” He was more confused than ever.

Tears welled up in her eyes again. “I know I’ve been… I’ve been mean lately… I don’t know why but it’s like the more I trust to stop the more frustrated I get… I just feel so angry lately and I’ve been taking it out on you and it’s not fair.”

“Oh, my perfect girl…” Santi rushed to hold her, drawing in her body to his arms in a tight squeeze. “Of course I still want to marry you, you are my joy, you are my greatest source of pride, you’re my heart and soul. Baby I love you, I adore you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives waking up next to you.”

“But, I haven’t been nice.” She sobbed, wetting his shirt in her tears.

“You don’t have to be nice all the time. You’ve been through things I can never imagine. Youre going to be angry sometimes.”

“But I shouldn’t take it out on you!” Laci insisted.

Santi wanted to say it was okay, he wanted to tell her she could… but that’s not what she needed.

“We’ll work on it together, baby, okay? You and me. Like we always do. You and me.”

Santiago let her cry into his arms for a while and she wore herself out, getting tired enough to lay down again and try to sleep. He kept her close.

As she drifted off to sleep, Laci kissed his bearded jaw. “You and me. It’s gonna be okay.” She sounded like she was reassuring herself. “Everything is gonna be okay.”

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: ( they are struggling. But it's normal for couple to have some downs, and at least they are aware now. Laci struggling with losing Ben, who is supposed to be her man of honor. Benny.... come on.

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Take Your Time: Chapter 1

Frankie "Catfish" Morales X Fem! Oc (Jana Fernandez)

Chapter 2

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Fic summary: Told through the present and series of flashbacks, Frankie and Jana, his ex-girlfriend and the mother of his daughter, Rosie, begin spending more time together as Frankie attempts to get sober, and Jana becomes friends with the girlfriend of Frankie's best friend. They both say they never stopped loving each other, is the timing right for them to finally have a life together?

Chapter summary: 6 months into his sobriety, Frankkie is still struggling. When Will, Benny and Santi are all out of town and he needs help, he knows he can still call on Jana.

Takes place within Leather and Lace in what I call "TF Romanaverse" but it is NOT necessary to read LaL beforehand. You'll be more familiar with the Oc's such as Jana, Laci, and a little bit of Lorelei, but I wrote this series specifically to be read separately incase you don't read Santi fics, that series didn't interest you, or the content was too dark. Speaking fo which, read the mfing warnings.

Warnings!: Self harm (not a suicide attempt but sure looks like one) cutting, blood, puke, excessive drinking, mentions of drug use and addiction but no more relapses, Frankie feeling miserable. Graffic depiction of the wounds as first aid is being applied. Do noooooot actually do this for first aid. Get them to a hospital. But this is fiction.

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Answering the phone at midnight, Jana already swung both legs over the bed and began pulling socks on. “Frankie? What’s going on?”

“M’sorry. Woke you.” Frankie’s slurred voice answered.

“No you didn’t, the shelter had me on overnights last week, remember?.” Frankie had Rosie, their daughter, most of the week, albeit they stayed with Santi and Laci. While Frankie’s recovery was going well, Jana was still nervous with several days in a row, worried it might overwhelm him. Laci watched Rosie when Frankie worked, and if both were busy, Santi had taken her, impressing Laci very much with his skills with the toddler.

“Sorry” Frankie repeated. “Everyone else is gone. Didn’t know who else to call.”

“You can always call me, Francisco. What did you take?”

“Jus’ whiskey right now, but that’s why m’callin’ you”

Phone to here ear, she carefully bundled up a sleeping Rosa in a few blankets, the mild Florida winter making for less of a need for a full coat, especially when she’d have to take it off to buckle her into the car seat anyway. “Whiskey we can work with, honey.” Quickly, Jana back tracked as she headed out the door. “We can work if you relapse too, okay? Never be afraid to call me or the guys, we’re always here for you.”

Jana had gone back and forth with her feelings on Santi for a number of years, mostly when she was still dating Frankie. Frankie would follow that man to the end of the earth, and pretty much had. That trip to Columbia had been the nail in the coffin for a relationship already strained from addiction, and Jana held it against Santiago for a long while. In more recent times, however, she’s come to see him as an ally for Frankie. Santi and his girl, Laci, as well as Will and Benny had all pulled together this last year as Francisco tried to sober up for perhaps the first real time. Although Jana was not with Frankie anymore, she would always love him. They hadn’t broken up for lack of love, or even for lack of trying, but for the things coke can do to a person, especially a person who recently came into a shit ton of money and nothing to do when his daughter is gone but get high.

“I’m waking Rosa” He sounded sleepy.

“No,” Jana couldn’t help but laugh, looking at her curly-haired daughter, out cold in the car seat. “That girl started sleeping through the night at one month old, she’s a miracle child”

“Yeah. Yeah she is. She deserves someone better.”

She got in the car, hooking up the phone to the speaker. “Stop. You’re a good dad, Frankie, a great dad. I’ve never seen a man play dolls with a kid for 2 hours straight, she adores you. You just need a little help”

“Yeah” It was quiet.

“Frank, hey, don’t fucking go to sleep, we’ll be right there.”

“Don’t wan’ her t’see me like this”

“She won’t, I promise. What room are you in?”

“Bathroom”

“Okay, I’ll lay her down in her crib before I even come to the bathroom okay?”

“Promise?”

“As long as you stay awake, yes.”

“Fine”

“Okay”

Wanting to make sure she paid attention to the road, her nighttime vision not greatJana didn’t talk much, only when she thought he was falling asleep. She parked on the wrong side of the road, quickly grabbing Rose (how did this child sleep so much?), calling to Frankie she was here, and laid her down in the crib as promised. Her room at her uncle Santi’s had a toddler bed, as she was quickly growing, taking after her dad, but this would do fine in a pinch. With her heart about to burst out of her chest, she ran into the bathroom, expecting to find him puking or passed out on the floor. Instead, to her horror, she found him in his underwear, slumped up against the tub and the wall, blood on his arms and legs.

“Frank!”

Thinking quickly, Jana grabbed one of his towels and wrapped it around the two deep cuts on the inside of his wrist and the one on the outside. There were a few others on his legs, but it was clear the wrist was more imminent a danger. “I’m calling an ambulance, hold on” She instructed as she placed his hand over the towel. “No” Frankie mumbled. “No ambulance” “You tried to kill yourself Frankie!” Jana shouts, the smell of alcohol and puke was raw in the bathroom, permeating her nose and she vaguely registered his crumbled up shirt as the source of the vomit, and assumed he must’ve thrown up on himself in the binge. Frank grabbed her hand, finally looking at her. “No, I didn’t” Eyes wide and panicked, she looked at him intently, gritting through her tensed mouth. “Then what the hell is this!”

Closed his eyes again. “I don’t know. Wanted to feel something, punish myself, I dunno”

“Hey. hey.” Gently tapping his cheek, Jana kept him conscious. “You need to stay awake.”

“No hospital” He reiterated. “They’ll lock me up and I swear to god this is only going to get worse.”

Jana considered for a moment, then reached for her phone. “Fine, but I’m calling Will” The older Miller was as close to a doctor as any of them knew, starting as a combat medic before he quickly rose in the ranks and eventually joined Delta Force as Tom handpicked his team. Throughout the years, they had called on him in lieu of an actual doctors visit, as the man kept up with trainings and taking classes. He could probably out do a doctor at this point, but much of his training was in formal. Frankie did not like this plan either, shaking his head. “No, they’re out of town visiting their cousin or something. Don’t wanna bug em” “It’s Will or an ambulance.” Jana gave him his choices, but as Frankie seemed to struggle to choose between being hospitalized or being a bother to the people that mean most to him, Jana calmed her tone, taking Frankie’s flushed and puffy face in her hands. “Francisco, Will loves you, so do Benny, Santi and Lace, so do I. We want to help you. You aren’t a bother, you aren’t a burden, Will would want me to call him.” Dodging her eyes, he gave a quick nod, consenting to calling Will. Jana pressed the facetime option on Will’s contact page and within two rings his face appeared on the screen. “Jana? What's wrong? Is Rosie okay? Are you?” He had clearly been sleeping, and it warmed Jana’s heart that he answered so fast, worried something happened to her or Rosa. That’s what she liked about Frankie’s friends. In the past, she could barely get the care she wanted from the men she dated, and their friends barely acknowledged her, if not being flat-out creepy or making racial comments. The Millers and Santiago, for all her and Santi bicker, had been nothing but respectful and welcoming to her, and she liked to think she welcomed back. “We’re fine, it’s… here” Jana flipped the camera to show Frankie. The poor man looked humiliated, but she’d handle that later. “He won’t go to the hospital and insists it wasn’t an attempt, I need you to look at them and tell me if we can handle it here.” Will was a combat medic. He’d seen way worse, hell, Jana knew. Hell, he’d seen worse on himself and his friends, including Frankie, but he was obvious not prepared for this, and despite his ability to keep calm in this emergency, she heard his voice shake, just a bit. “Okay.” Scanning up the cuts on his legs, Will confirmed those weren’t a risk, but he had seen the bloody towel around his friends wrist, and told her to unwrap it. She had to pad the blood away for him to even see how bad it was.

“Fish, you should really get stitch-” “No” Frankie was having none of it. Jana turned the camera back to her. “Can I take care of it here?” “Jana, he should really-”

“Yes or no” Will sighed. “Can you give him stitches?”

Jana glanced to Frankie, bleeding heavily and looking absolutely wrecked. She wanted him in the hospital, in the safety of doctors but she also knew he had seen a lot, and hospitals made him anxious. Plus, there was no doubt in her mind that for someone who valued quality time so heavily, a mandatory lock up for a suicide attempt, or whatever this was, would only make him worse.

“Yeah, I think so. ”

Will was not thrilled, but allowed it. “Go get his first aid kit, I’ll walk you through it.” All the guys had ‘first aid kits’ that were the size of small hospitals, thanks to Will. He instructed Frankie to keep his arm raised and gently keep pressure on the wounds. Jana knelt beside him. “Can you stay like this for me? While I get what you need?”

Eyes wide and wet, he looked up at her an nodded.

She kissed his forehead and she got up. “Good job, I’ll be right back.” Taking the phone with her, she went to the kitchen where she knew his first aid kit was. “What’s he on?” Will asked. “Just liquor, Helluva lot of it, and whiskey if I’m smelling it right.” “He’s been sober from coke for six months, maybe it’s time he stops drinking too.” “One bridge at a time, Will. He still has cravings, let’s give him a break.” Jana continued gathering what she needed and washing her hands thoroughly. “He tried to kill himself while drunk, Jana!” She looked directly at the camera. “How about you deal with your alcoholic brother, I’ll deal with Frankie, okay?” Jana snapped. A pause. She knew she wasn’t supposed to bring that up. “Sorry-”

“Let’s get him stitched up, we can talk about this later.” Sighing, she rinsed her hands and turned the faucet off with her elbow. “I’m sorry, Will. I’m just a bit freaked out.”

“I understand. We should probably talk when Ben and I are back, discuss it with Santi.” Jana wasn’t sure how she felt about talking about Frankie and his problems when he wasn’t around. “Yeah, with Frankie.”

Will nodded on screen. “With Frankie.”

Frankie, of course, had things for stitches, the over-anxious man he was. With Will’s guidance, the cuts only needed on each, enough to close the wound a bit. The bleeding slowed, and after disinfecting and bandaging the wound, and thanking Will (as well as promising to update him throughout the night), Jana found herself propped up in the bathroom wall, covered in blood, Frankie’s head on her lap as she played with his hair. Her instructions were to keep him awake for a while, since he lost so much blood, but this was proving difficult as the alcohol ran through his system.

“Where did Santi and Laci go? Laci didn’t mention going anywhere this weekend.” She asked. Santi’s girlfriend had begun volunteering at the women’s shelter Jana worked in, and the pair had become fast friends. Frankie mumbled, trying to stay awake. “It was snowing somewhere up north, Laci missed the snow, so he took her up there to some fancy hotel for a few days. Private hot tub, rose petals, room service. Whole shabang.” Jana couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at that. “She’s really got that boy whipped, huh?”

To her relief he smiled back. “Yeah but he’s got her wrapped around his finger too.” “They're really cute”

“Yeah, they are.” Frankie’s smile faded. “I’m sorry. That’s what you deserved. Someone who could be like that for you. Take care of you.”

“Frank…” He shut his eyes, and Jana thumbed away a tear that ran down her cheek. “Honey, no. I don’t need what Laci needs. I don’t need to be taken care of like that. You cared for me in all the ways I needed you too, and you continue to provide for me and our baby. You were a good boyfriend, you really were. I was really, really happy with you, that’s why we decided to have Rosa” Jana leaned down to press a kiss into his hair as his eyes remained locked shut. “You gave me the most precious thing in my life, and if I didn’t love you enough already, I’d love you simply for that. Look at me, sweetie.” With a soft touch, she coaxed his eyes open. “I love you, I always loved you and I never stopped loving you. I promised you that when I left. You are an excellent father and a loving, good, kind friend. If I can’t be with you as a partner, I’m happy to be your friend, for the rest of our lives.”

Looking at her, Frankie nodded. “I never stopped loving you either. I’m sorry. I know i’ve said it 1000 times but I’m sorry. For the coke, for how I acted, for going to Columbia when you told me not to, for everything that happened after…” “It’s okay, honey, I forgave you a long time ago. I know as well as you do that addiction is an evil illness” “It doesn’t mean I didn’t make mistakes-” “I know, you made mistakes and so did I. It’s okay. You’re not a bad person, Francisco.” He closed his eyes again, wincing this time. “Oh fuck.” Jana, having been through enough nights of the two of them drinking together in their youth, especially back in the army, knew what that meant. “Okay, up.” She helped him get over the toilet bowl, rubbing his bare back as he threw up. “Pope’s never gonna leave town again. Gonna start camping outside the house” “Pope can suck my dick, Frankie” Jana replied, an smiled when she heard him chuckle. “I’m serious.” But she was laughing too. “If you need him back off a bit, I’ll talk to him.” Frankie shook his head. “I like… I like having them around, I just don’t want to interrupt his life.” “You aren’t, I promise. He loves you very much, and much as he likes to pretend he’s a rolling stone, I think it’s become apparent with Laci around he’s a caretaker at heart.” Frankie mumbles “Like Han Solo”

This causes Jana to laugh. “Yeah, yeah like Han Solo.” “I’m sorry” Frankie spoke between dry heaves. “I’m really trying to sober up.” “Take your time. God knows you held my hair back enough times, Azúcar, I’m just returning the favor.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“You exist, Frankie. You don’t have to earn me, who you are is enough.”

Jana got Frankie set up on the living room floor, plush carpeting and the blankets she laid down giving enough comfort while simultaneously keeping him on a firm surface. After getting him to rinse out his mouth and drinking some water, he was put in the recovery position (confirming to Will via text that it was done) and she covered him in a warm blanket, after putting a pair of pj’s over him, to spare him a bit of dignity if nothing else. For the next half hour, at 2 AM, she cleaned up the bathroom of blood and vomit, showered his blood off her and helped herself to his clothes, threw hers and Frankies messy clothes in the wash with the bloodied towels, redressed his wounds as he slept, and did the dishes for good measure. One less thing for him to worry about in the morning. And he would worry in the morning. They got through that hard part, but it was all far from over. Jana laid beside him, getting under the covers on the hard floor and got just close enough to where she’d wake if he started to choke or vomit or anything, but didn’t want to encroach on his personal space.

It was far from over, to be sure, but Jana planned on working with him, Will, Benny and Santi, and being there for him every step of the way. He wasn’t her boyfriend anymore, but he’s always been the love of her life.

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Leather and Lace and Daisies

Santiago Garcia x Fem!OC (Lacina Dumas)

Summary: A special episode for Leather and Lace, with our fav horny teenagers (not literal), Santi and Laci, getting down and dirty for Valentine's Day

Can be read for smut outside the fic if you want, but plotwise it really ties in with how things have been going with Lal and the subsequent series based on Frankie, take your time.

Warnings: Blowjob, brief facefucking, throat bulge, size kink, floor 'sex' IG, after sex talk, refences to sexual trauma, eating problems, weight loss and attempts to gain weight/muscle/general health. Talk of wanting kids in the future, periods, potential fertility problems, pregnancy stuff. Usual warnings for this fic, but if I missed anything, plz LMK

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Santiago Garcia could not get home fast enough. The last fucking thing he wanted to do on Valentines day was go to a consulting meeting with an old army buddy when he had his pretty little girlfriend at home. He didn’t even like consulting that much. After Columbia, Santi is hesitant to have anything to do with military (or paramilitary) endeavors, not always sure how ethical the operation was. Today, however, it was an old buddy he trusted, and who he absolutely owed his life too. Laci understood, as long as it didn’t keep him past their dinner reservations; she had therapy anyway, she said. That didn’t help Santi at all, he had never missed a therapy session, always waiting dutifully outside in the waiting room if she had an upsetting session, ready to be there to hold her, to get ice cream, or take her to a park to decompress. The girl loved nature. Sometimes he’d join her in a session if she asked, but although Laci had told him the basics of most things, and details of many, he understood she was still entitled to privacy and could keep secrets, if that’s what she wanted. Laci can’t drive, having never learned growing up, so Benny, of course, took her. Santi almost stayed, hating to miss it, but he knew she didn’t like him pausing his life for her, and she promised to text him to come home early if things were rough. Santi received no such text, simply a picture of a completed Highlights magazine ’spot the difference’ page held up by a very proud and smiling Ben. “Munequita, I’m home” He called, setting his things down at the small table, but holding the bouquet of flowers

“One second!” He heard her call from the spare bedroom where she used to stay, but now functioned as a room for Rosie or Frankie, a drunk Ben, or the handful of short term foster kids they’d had. “Lace, why are you in there?” The door opened “This room is closer.” she explained before appearing, leaning on the doorway. “For dramatic effect.” Santi’s jaw dropped. Nearly a year of knowing her and he still found himself stunned by her. Laci wore red lingerie that wrapped around her waist like a ribbon. She didn’t wear a lot of red, not a lot of bright colors in general; she liked pink, white, light blue, pastels… but in the red??? The bright red?!?! BRIGHT RED UNDERWEAR?!? He was gone for.

“Shit, baby-” He started, moving to set down the flowers and dive to her, but she held out her hand. “Ah, ah, ah, pretty boy, stay there” Laci ordered.

Santi grinned. “Yes ma’am”

Laci began walking towards him, her petite hips swaying dramatically. “I’m up five more pounds, not much further now” And just like that, the semi Santi was sporting was at full mast. The two of them had been talking about the future, getting married and having kids. A bit preemptive, but Laci and Santi had gone to a specialist to see if her body was ready for that yet, and what it would take to get her there. In captivity, she had stopped getting her period, and hadn’t regained it for a few months after coming back, so it was unsure how her fertility was affected. That, and she was not at full health yet. Laci had always been underweight, and after a history of drugs and alcohol messing with her body, followed by the things she had suffered, her health had taken a significant hit. Sometimes Laci got tired after completing simple tasks, and had barely any muscle to speak of. She had gotten much, much better, however. The fertility doctor she had seen told her she needed to gain quiet a bit of weight before she carried a healthy pregnancy and needed to work on her strength. Will wasn’t a personal trainer by any means, but the last month she had been working with him, slowly but surely working on her endurance and strength. She’d come a long way. As she came up to him, he held out the bouquet. “For you, mi amor.” He said, out stretching his hand.

Laci beamed at him, thinking how lucky she was to have a boyfriend that did the stereotypical valentines day schtick for her, just because he knew she loved it. “Oh Santi…” She took the flowers. “I know daisy’s are your favorite!” he said excitedly, and the nervous smile as he explained further made him look incredibly boyish. “But I saw these, they’re called Queen Anne’s Lace” He was bouncing a bit. “I thought it… it’s like you’re name?” He looked down at her, hopeful. In truth, it was a bit ugly. But the fact he not only got her flowers, but remembered her favorite, and customized the bouquet to have something that reminded him of her... “Oh baby…” she teared up, taking them in her hand.

“Do you like them?” He asked, nervous and hopeful, his large eyes wide as he took in her expression, trying to read her.

Laci dove into him, nearly tackling him in her hug, her barely-covered body pressing up against him. “Santiago, they're perfect.”

He chuckled as he returned the hug. “I take it that’s a good Santiago?” He joked. Santiago was only used when he was in trouble or when she was about to fuck him. He could feel her smile as she buried her face in his chest. “It was a good Santiago, Santiago”

Santiago lifted her face up to him to kiss her. “I fucking love you, Lacina, so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Santi” Laci set the flowers down as she deepened the kiss, mouth opening to welcome his tongue in. Santi’s hands ran the length of her body, feeling her skin and noting the changes in her body as she worked on her health and fuck, he was so proud of her. After everything she’d been through, she was so fucking brave, and so fucking kind.

Laci’s hand felt up his chest, down to his stomach, and cupped his erection through his dark jeans, illiciting a loud from from Santiago. He tried to start walking her to the bedroom, but her hand pushed him back against the door. “Want you right here, Santi, against the door” “Fuck” He mumbled, watching her eyes look up at him and lips part as she began to sink down, when he caught her, pulling her up. “Not here”

“Santi-” She began to insist, but he pulled her only a few feet to the right, where the hallway turned into the living room.

“Softer here” He clarified.

Laci’s toes scrunched up in the carpet, heart swelling that even as horny as he was, he thought about her comfort, and didn’t want her bare knees on the hard, cold, wet, dirty floor. It just made her want him even more. Once they were situated again, she sunk to her knees before him, and looked up to him as she unbuttoned his pants, finding him gazing down at her adoringly. From Santi’s view, he was reminded once again how lucky he got with her, his precious, perfect girl. She wanted him, she trusted him, she wanted to have kids with and thought he would be a good husband and father. She believed in him and submitted herself to him, body and soul as he did her. Body and soul. As she took out his throbbing cock, she took time to stroke him, licking up and down the shaft as she used her hands. Laci knew Santi loved this, he loved seeing his dick in her tiny hands, how it looked compared to her little head. Santi knew it was primal, it was his cave-man brain working overtime, but he liked feeling like he was her big, strong man, there to protect her from all the horrors of the world, keep her safe, fuck up anyone who’d ever harm her and give her all the pleasure she could take.

When Laci took him in her pretty little mouth, soft pink lips stretching around him, Santi was in fucking heaven. “Fuck…” he groaned, resting his head back against the wall as she slowly worked her self on him. His hands flexed and closed at his sides, eager to touch her, but it wasn’t time for that yet. She’d let him guide her later, let him control the pace and pull her down on him, let him fuck her face, but that was later. Right now, Laci would take her time, stretching her mouth and getting used to him entering her throat. “Doing so good, munequita, you feel fucking perfect.” he mumbled down at her, feeling her soft hands grip at his thigh in response. When Laci was finally able to work herself all the way down him, burying her face in all the hair south of the equator, a loud groan escaped his mouth, shamelessly echoing in the room, causing Laci to moan in turn, the sound vibrating on him.

Laci pulled back, taking a deep breath and panting a little and she jerked him with both hands, her single fist unable to wrap all the way around the girth. “So fucking big, daddy, you feel so fucking good in my throat.” And before Santi could respond, she took him back in again, closing her eyes as she picked up speed and- fuck, was she smiling? She was fucking smiling while blowing him. Leaning over, Santi put the back of his hand against her throat to feel himself inside her warmth. Santi always did the back of the hand, never wanting to inadvertently do anything that might even feel like his hand was going around her throat. Laci keened to his touch, eyes still closed as some spit drooled down her chin the sheer force of her actions. While bent, Santiago felt up her tits in the lingerie mumbling soft praises in her ear. ‘Good girl, pretty girl’

As he stood back up, Laci began taking him all the way to the base with every movement down, and one hand fondled his balls, barely allowing him to keep any sense of composure. “Fuck Lacina, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

Her eyes flicked up to him at that, and she didn’t need any more words to communicate that yes, that’s what she was trying to do. Laci didn’t always want to have intercourse. The day they had sex out at the cabin by the lake, Santi understood she wasn’t magically cured, she wasn’t suddenly all better, and everything that had been done to her didn’t just go away. Most days, sex in some respect happened, and most of those days involved intercourse, but sometimes she didn’t want to be touched, and some days she wanted non penetrative sex; this was one of those days. This was not unusual for days after therapy, and Santi made a mental note to be sure to ask her how therapy went. For now however, Santi checked over her body language once again, looking for signs of discomfort, but only finding her looking up at him with devotion.

He did, however, take note of her reddening face and her chest picking up as she tried to breath through her nose. Santi pulled back, and although she gasped for air, her mouth chased after him. Crouching down in front of her, he tucked a lock of blonde behind her slightly large ears.

“Take a breather, sweet thing” he wiped her mouth clean of spit with his sleeve.

Laci began to protest. “I can-”

“I know you can, but I want you to take a second to breathe, okay? Then I’ll let you swallow me, how about that, pretty baby?”

“Okay, Santi” She smiled at him, kissing his lush lips, slow and languide as he touched her between her legs. Laci was wet as all hell, and he loved knowing he did that too her, all that just from her sucking him off.

“You ready, babydoll?”

She nodded eagerly, and Santi stood up, allowing her a minute to readjust before threading his fingers into her hair. It was his turn to run the show, set the pace, and he matched the one she was building too. Between them, blowjobs had started off very basic, Santi hesitant about hurting her, but as they grew together, Santiago became confident in his ability to read her, knowing what she could take and when to slow down. As he worked her up and down his length, his words became a stream of half-thoughts and nearly incoherant words.

“Fuck baby, so fucking- feels so good, can you touch yourself for me? Yeah? Feel wet? Is that what I do to you? That’s what I get to feel whenever I’m knuckles deep inside you, im so lucky, so fucking lucky to have you, you’re mine, pretty baby, aren’t you? Uh, uuuuhhhh- You’re my special girl? Fuuuuck, you’re just- so pretty, so fu-fucking beautful like this, dirty little mouth stretching around my dick”

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the bouquet of flowers. Santi took one of the daisy’s out of the twine wrapped around the stems, and with her mouth still around him, he slipped the flower behind her ear. “Mi flor bonita…” Santi muttered fondly.

A small whimper escaped her as she pulled back for a breath. “I fucking adore you, Santiago” she gasped out before diving back onto him, yearning for his cum in her mouth, desperate to make him feel good. One hand touching her clit, one placed on Santiago’s thick, firm, hairy thigh.

Conversely, Santiago put one hand behind her head, playing with her soft locks and feeling the regrowing hair coming through since her health and nutrition began back on track. His other hand went to his thigh, his fingers entwined with hers, holding onto her. Eyes watching her like a hawk, careful not to get so lost in his own pleasure he hurts her or misses a sign she need to stop (and he is fully confident in her that she’d signal to him if she needed to), Santiago thrusts into her wet mouth, feeling himself sliding down her throat, feeling her swallow around him as he held her hand. Laci moaned around his cock, her own fingers rapidly working herself to reach orgasm at the same time, reveling in the taste of him fully thrusting. He was watching her, taking care of her, even as he babbled near-incomprehensibly as he spilled his seed into her, bypassing her tongue and straight down her throat.

“Fuck baby, doing so good, fucking take it, take all of me, amor, fuck just like that, good girl, good girl…” Santi stilled inside her, and when he watched her throat swallow one one last time as she came on her fingers, Santi pulled out from her, a string of spit still connecting them until Laci wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Thank you, daddy” She whispered as she beamed up at her handsome, loving boyfriend.

“Fuck baby” Santi rasped, pulling her up to kiss her. “You’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect, I can’t imagine anything better than you, I’m gonna take such good care of you, sweet thing.” He wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

“Can I have your mouth?” “Baby, after that? You can have my mouth all fucking night long.” Nuzzling into his shirt, cupped his perfect ass. “Not so fast, we got dinner reservations, viejo” Laci smacked his ass, then took off running to the bedroom, squealing as she saw Santi give chase. “Fucking brat-” He started after her, but the pants and underwear gathered around his ankles making him trip and topple to the floor. Santi didn’t give up that easily, reaching out to grab her ankle. Laci yelped and fell to the floor, mostly catching herself and trying to scramble away as she laughed loudly.

“Santi! Don’t you dare!”

But Santiago dared, pulling her back towards him as he laughed jovially, feeling childish and free. Once she was in his grasp, he tickled her gently for a bit before she said stop, and proceeded to pepper her face and neck with flutterings of kisses. In their household, stop and no meant stop and no, even in playing. Grinning wildly, Laci wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You’re a pain in my ass, Santiago” Laci laughed out, the daisy still in her hair.

Santi moved himself down her as she lay on the flow, taking off her bright red underwear. “And you’re the light of my life” He proceeded to give her two orgasms with his mouth right there on the floor, and goddamn, she must really be feeling it, she usually only wanted two total.

Laci lay on his warm chest, fingers trailing over his dark skin, and Santi held her close. She was still wearing the red bra, but looking significantly messier than she had before.

“How was therapy today, Lacina.”

She chuckled a bit. “Not the most sexy of questions”

“You make everything sexy, no matter what” Santi whispered in her ear, giving her neck a little massage.

Laci snorted at that. “Okay”

Now that was odd. Santi craned his neck to look at her. “What does that mean?”

Laci looked embarrassed, and turned away from him. “Nothing, just okay”

Santi adjusted her placement on him so that she was fully laying the length of him, her face level with his. “Don’t do that, please? We have such good communication; I don’t want to start us hiding things.”

Laci considered as his eyes pleaded at her. He was right, they were a fantastic couple, she’d never been happier than she was with him, and that happiness didn’t just pass the low bar that was presented to her in the last decade. No, Santi is the kind of guy that her brother would’ve loved, should he have lived. Santi lived up to the standard Antoni had for her, not the very very low standard Laci had set for herself. Did she even have a standard before? Or did she take whatever was given. Laci never broke up with anyone, even in the worst of circumstances, she simply allowed it, never wanting to be alone. With Santi, it was different. They had fights, but just in the early days. Laci could tell him if he did something that bothered her, like being overprotective and likewise, Santi could communicate if he needed something from her, which admittedly, wasn’t much. They were honest, they were open, they were both patient and loving and cared deeply for each other's comfort, thus there was no need for fights.

Laci shrugged. “I wouldn’t exactly call myself sexy, that’s all.”

Okay, now Santi sat up. He placed Laci up to straddle him as he sat up against the couch to support his back. “Baby… I’m sure I’ve called you sexy before” Santi was bewildered, he was aware of her insecurity regarding her weight, and he always showered her and her body with affection.

“Yeah but, only during sex” She saw the heartbroken expression on his face, and cupped his cheek, not wanting him to feel like this was his fault. “You love me so much, I can’t help love myself in return. Pretty, yeah, beautiful, sure, but sexy? I’m not sexy. I’m barely 5 feet tall, I have no ass or tits, my skin and face are littered in scars, my face looks like a mouse-”

“Laci…” How could she not see what he did?

“It’s fine Santi, I don’t need to be sexy, you make me feel beautiful… I just won’t be famous instagram model is all” She tried to joke.

Santi wasn’t having it. “Mi vida, you are sexy as hell. Do you have any idea the reactions you get when you walk in a room, I can practically feel the jealousy coming off the other men. You don’t look like a mouse, you’re elven. And I have no idea what you mean about the scars, because the ones on your body are hardly noticeable, and the one on your face?” He angled her blushing face down and kissed the scar along her hairline. “This scar shows that you are a boss ass bitch” Laci burst into loving laughter, dropping her forehead to his shoulder. “You think I’m a girl boss?”

“I think you’re the girliest of bosses” Santi re-secured the daisy behind her ear. She chuckled and kissed his collarbone. “Thank you, baby, you always know what to say.”

Santi smiled and kissed into her hair. “Do you believe me?”

“I’m trying too.” She took a deep breath. “My therapist says that sometimes with… with abuse victims it can cause a lot of body image issues. I didn’t really think much about it growing up, but back then you were supposed to be super skinny anyway. Now I just feel weird in my skin sometimes. But it’s gotten a lot better this year, I promise.” Santi nodded. “Okay, if you promise. Can I maybe join you and your therapist sometime and we can talk more about it? I’d love to know how to support you better.”

“You support me perfectly, my love. But yes, yes I’d love for you to come next week. And to answer your question, today’s therapy went well. Benny sat in with me for part of it.” “... and that went well?” “Yes,” she giggled. “I think it was helpful for my therapist to hear from a friends perspective”

Santi held Laci tighter to him. “I’m glad, Lace.”

“You know, we can skip the diner reservations, if you want. I like being here with you”

Santi knew what she was doing. Laci never wanted to put her out, she never asked for anything, but Santi knew her, and he knew she wanted the hole Valentines Day shabang. “No way, after that blowjob, you’re getting the fanciest desert we can find. Besides, I wanna see the dress you bought.” Santi was currently looking at wardrobes to put in the spare bedroom, as her collection of dresses had overtaken ⅔’s of his closet, as well as the closet in Rosie’s room. Dresses were the only thing she bought for herself in excess, and the way she looked in them? It was fine by Santiago.

Laci lifted her face to smile at Santi. “I think you’re gonna like it”

Santi kissed her cheek with a tender touch. “I know I will”

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SORRY THIS IS LATE I was gonna get it done but my car didn't start saturday so i had to uber all weekend until it was fixed tuesday,a nd tuesday was valentines day but i work at olive garden so I WAS POOPED!!! so here you are my loves.

@welcometostayingawake @howaboutcastiel @poeedameronn @itspdameronthings @milkymoon2483 @luciannadraven33

#santiago garcia #santi and laci #TF Romanaverse #triple frontier #santiago garcia smut #smut #santiago garcia fluff

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Take Your Time: Chapter 2

Frankie Morales X Fem!Oc (Jana Hernandez)

Chapter 1 : Chapter 3

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Chapter summary: Dealing with the fall out of the previous night, Frankie struggles with his own self-hatred and worry of the harm he's causing his daughter, her mother who he still loves, and the friends that surround him, and attempts to push them away.

Warnings: LOOOOTTSSSS of negative self-talk, self-hatred, self-sabotage. Frankie's being a dick near the end but give him some grace, he's struggling. Talk over suicidal thoughts, wanting to die, addiction, overdose, wounds/blood, bad coping. A/N: I won't go into Laci's backstory here, all you really need to know is given in the text. She's had a hard life, hence Santi's protectiveness over her, especially in regards to sex. If you are curious, you can read chapter 1-3 of Leather and Lace. Chapter 1 goes into how the group meets Laci, and chapter 3 tells you how she ended up with Santi. Chapter 2 is just Santi being a sweetie. Also, I don't know how clear I made this so far, bc it's clear in LaL, but Jana is afro-latina, Chilean on her mom's side, Ethiopian on her dad's side, making Rosie mixed too. I've been doing a lot of research and just listening to my friends of either culture, but if I say something incorrect or offensive, please let me know. I am actively trying to make sure my OC's aren't constantly white, but seeing as I am white, I could very well mess something up.

********************************* When Frankie woke up that morning, all that registered was feeling like complete shit; his head hurt, and he felt nauseous. Next thing that came to mind was that he was on the floor. When he opens his eyes, he sees a blurry vision of the couch and his carpet. When he notices long dark curls falling on his face, Francisco starts to remember when happened last night: the drinking, fighting calling up his old contacts to buy coke, blood, calling- oh fucking hell. Frankie groaned, embarrassed and humiliated. How could he do this to her? Waking her up when she works so hard, dragging her and his daughter out in the cold and she had to- how did she stop the bleeding? It all started to get kinda blurry at that point. Frankie pulled his arm out, finding bandages wrapped around his wrists.

“Morning, Francisco” The tired voice of Jana spoke from beside him. Frankie’s body tensed, and Jana immediately gave him space. “Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry.” Jana speaks firmly; she never liked him apologizing. Frankie feels her sit up. “How are you feeling?” “Me siento como una mierda” Jana chuckles a bit as she gets up. “I bet you do” She gently kicks him. “Sit up, let me redress your wrist.” Another pang of guilt shot through him, but he was in no position to argue. Jana took off the wrapping, and Frankie notices the two stitches on either wound. “You called Will, didn’t you?” He asked, knowing the answer and what it meant. Will knew what happened, which meant that Benny and Santaigo knew too. “Yeah, you were bleeding quite a bit, I needed to make sure you didn’t die.” Frankie just nodded, trying not to look at where she was working, lest he begin puking. Again. “Thank you” His eyes averted where she gazed up at him, knelt at the floor before where he sat on the couch. “Don’t worry about it, honey.” A bit of a pause. “Santi texted me, I guess Will called him. He asked if he could come over today?” She didn’t miss the small sigh that came out of mouth. “This is why I didn’t want anyone to know, I didn’t want them to come home early.” “He’s not, they got a call, their getting their first kid today.” Santiago and Laci had decided to do respite foster care together. This was short term foster care, a few hours to a week, and they were able to decline at any time. Laci had seen so much of the struggle of women and families in the system and wanted to help. Her and Santi decided this was a good way to do their part and put their money to use without having to commit to a long-term foster child. Laci, as emotional as she was, would likely get very attached to any kid in her home that long. Plus, ever unspoken, Benny was still blacking out every week and getting in fights, and Frankie was obviously still struggling with recovery, and Laci and Santi needed to be able to help their friends. “Are you lying to me?” Frankie asked. “No, I won’t lie to you, promise.”

“Is Pope lying to you?” Jana chuckled at that. “I don’t think so. Laci asked if we can go get some stuff for infants while you and Santi talk”

The idea of a ‘talk’ with Santi made him anxious. His friend, for much of their life, had been his strength, a sense of security. They had grown up together, enlisted together, and it was Fish’s connection to Santiago that had gotten him in Tom’s circle. Hence, when Tom hand-picked his team, Frankie was picked for his skills as a pilot. Santiago’s sister, Fatima, had practically raised the pair of them, and her death had hit Frankie nearly as hard as it did Santiago, it was bad enough that when his daughter was born, Jana had no qualms naming her after Santi’s sister. Together, they decided on Fatima Rosa-Maria, Rosie for short. “Okay.” Frankie nodded as Jana wrapped him back up again. From her room, he heard Rosie start calling. “Daddy! Daddy!” At two years old, she was just starting talking, and for the first time today Frankie smiled. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, and no matter how bad things got, his little girl always brought him joy. Jana kissed his wrist as she finished. “Do you wanna go see here?” He did. He really fucking did. But Frankie shook his head. “Can you get her? I need to shower. Don’t want her to associate me with the smell of puke and alcohol.”

She seemed to understand, and put saran wrap over his dressings, instructing him to try not to get it wet, and casually requesting he keep the door unlocked.

From where he undressed in the bathroom, Frankie heard Rosie squeal ‘Mama!’ in surprise, and he wanted so badly in this moment to give his daughter this. He wanted nothing more than a family with Jana and her, her mommy and daddy married and in love, one household; a household frequently filled with her aunts and uncles, and the million little cousins that Santi and Laci inevitably produce after fucking like rabbits… He wanted a happy family for her, for Jana, and hell, for himself. He wanted to give to Jana what Santi gave to Laci, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t the man Santiago was. Santi had taken Lacina at her lowest, carefully and lovingly built her up, adorned her in love and affection, given his all to her; Frankie had nothing to give. Best he could do was make sure they were taken care of.

After Santi had gone back for the money in the canyon, he split it with all of them, making them all set for life. Despite the cost of raising a child and his addiction, Frankie still had a shit tone of money; him and Benny didn’t have as much as Santi and Will, who were more responsible, but enough he’d never have to work again. But he did. They all did. Something to take their minds off things. Benny still fought MMA and Will still did his talks. Santi had missions that he often recruited the others for, although he stopped that since the day Laci came into his life. Frankie worked with Pope back when he used to contract, but for almost a year now, there had been nothing, leaving him with nothing to do when Rosa was gone but see the guys, or get high. Recently, he had taken a basic engineering job, Monday through Friday, 9-5, simply for the structure and honestly? He liked it. He liked knowing when he’d wake up and when he’d go to bed, still seeing the guys frequently, and being able to have Rosie when Jana worked evenings and over nights.

Jana refused ‘charity’ as she called it. Since leaving, she wouldn’t let Frankie pay for anything of hers that didn’t involve Rosa; so Frankie paid for everything to do with her. Frankie paid for daycare, their home security, and sent her money every month for food, pullups, clothes, and fun. Jana even acquiesced to letting him buy her a car when her piece of shit broke down on the side of the road again; a simple Buick, just something safe. As he stood in the shower, nearly numb to the scalding water, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to cry, just a bit. He had everything in his hands, a beautiful girlfriend he was ready to propose to, his perfect little baby, the best friends a guy could ask for, and he threw it away for addiction. Jana and him had been on the rocks before Columbia, but that trip had put a gap between them that was irreparable. She didn’t leave right away; she was worried about him, but she didn’t stay long, especially as his using got worse. She refused to raise their daughter in that, and she was right to leave. Frankie had often wondered how things would have gone if he had simply gotten clean when Jana did. Frankie wouldn’t have been desperate for the money, he wouldn’t have gone on that godforsaken mission, and Santi wouldn’t have been able to do that stupid fucking heist without a pilot. With no mission, Tom would still be alive.

“Francisco?” Jana’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he realized despite not dipping his head under the water, his face was soaked. “You okay in there?”

He wanted to ask her to come in, he wanted to hold her… but he couldn’t. Asking for help was hard, but letting her see how broken he really is was even harder. “Yeah, just warming up.” he lied. He wanted her there, but also wanted her far, far away from him, away from his own personal disaster. “Okay, I’m making breakfast, it’ll be ready for you whenever you’re out.” It sounded so damn casual. What he would give to have this every day, to wake up to her hair in his face every morning… but she deserved better. Flashes of last night blurred in his head as he stepped out of the shower: Jana’s panicked voice, the vague sound of Will trying to keep his cool, blood coating the dark skin of her hands, the thick, pungent smell of puke in the air… he looked around the bathroom, it was squeaky clean. She must’ve cleaned. That woman was a fucking saint. That was why they couldn’t be together. She deserved more, she deserved better, so did Santi, Will, and Benjamin, so did Rose. He wished he could simply stop existing, stop being, erase his existence without erasing her, somehow. He wished it had been him, not Tom, with a bullet through his fucking brain. He’d kill himself if he didn’t think it would cause everyone more pain, but he knew that would make matters worse, and Benny would probably drink himself to death, if he doesn’t already. Best he could do is try to be as little of a problem as possible.

He stepped into the illuminated kitchen, seeing Jana feeding Rosie in her high chair, and despite his misery, the world looked just a little bit better with them in the room. “Hey honey” She smiled at him as she spooned some apple sauce into Rosie’s mouth and he felt warm inside again. “Is it okay if I shower?” “Of course, are you washing your hair?” He asked with a mouthful of the omelet she cooked up.

Jana laughed, walking to the hall to get the towels out of the dryer. “No offense Francisco, but I’m not washing my hair with your white boy 3-1, I’ll have to use so much coconut to come back from that.” she called out to him, her jovial voice ringing down the hallway. “Do you happen to have anything I can tie my hair back with?” “I think Laci left a hair tie the other night, but… I actually have your shower bonnet in the closet… with the rest of your hair stuff…” His voice trailed off as he continued feeding his babbling little girl. Her voice slowly got louder as he came back around, arms holding the laundry basket. “What?”

Avoiding her gaze, he continued. “When you left you… didn’t take some of your stuff. By the time I noticed, I figured you bought new shit so I just… kept it, just in case.” He didn’t tell her he spent the better part of that first year hoping she’d come back. “I also have a silk pillowcase, you know, if you ever need it again.” “I brought my pillowcase when I left...” She said as she sat down the basket. He still wouldn’t look at her. “Yeah I… bought one. Didn’t want to mess up your hair if you ever got stuck here for one reason or another. Plus, Rosie will need one when she’s a little older anyway” Their daughter had gotten her hair from her maternal grandfathers side, 4A curl type, as he had learned from his online research on how to care for her hair.

He heard Jana walk across the floor, her soft hands on his. “You’re a good man, Francisco.” He couldn’t help smile into her touch, but deflected the conversation before it could go any further. “Her hair is getting longer. I want to start styling her hair, I’m just not sure how.” Jana recognized right away how he shifted attention to Rosie instead of himself. “You were getting pretty good at braiding my hair, back in the day.” “I might be a little out of practice.” Jana knew Frankie was worried about having a biracial daughter. He barely managed his own soft curls, tucking them away under his hat most days. He wanted to be able to properly care for her hair, and was not afraid of being corrected. “How about I wash my hair today, and you can braid it, and we’ll see where you're at.” Smiling softly at her, he finally met Jana’s eyes. “That would be nice” When Santi let himself and Laci into Frankie’s house, he expected Jana and Rose to be there. What he did not expect was for Jana to be sat on the floor between Frankie’s knees braiding her hair and massaging oil into it while the pair of them and their toddler watched Bluey. With a glance to Laci, he knew automatically she was thinking the same thing he was. The pair had been spending a lot of time together the last few months. Laci kept hoping they’d get back together, telling him how fun it would be, how they could be couple friends, all the grand plans she had for the next 50 years. Santi couldn’t lie; he had hoped they’d patch things up too, but as he told Laci before, Frankie didn’t think he deserved her. He felt Laci squeeze his hand. She was nervous. She was scared for Frankie, having heard minimal details of what happened last night but she cared deeply for him and it hurt her when people she loved hurt. Santi had to remind her not to overwhelm him, and she was buzzing with a nervous energy as she held back her desire to run over to him and shower her with hugs. “Hey guys” Fish called from the couch, beckoning them over. He saw Laci and her desperate attempts to stay calm. Putting a hair tie as he finished the second of the double dutch braids, he patted on the couch next to him. “C’mon, I know you wanna” Laci nearly tackled him in the hug. Despite her skinny arms, she held onto him tightly, but careful not to touch either wrist. He wore a flannel to cover the bandages, and she didn’t know which side was hurt. “I love you so much Frankie, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

He gave an awkward hug back. “I love you too, manita. Can I finish Jana’s hair?” Laci promptly slid down the couch and onto the floor to greet Jana, and started talking about the stores she wanted to go to. Santi sat behind her, rubbing her shoulders. “Would you like me to do yours too, munequita?” The girl beamed up at him. “Yes please”

Santi’s braids… left something to be desired, so they opted to just put two pigtails to the top half of her short blonde hair at the top of her head as Frankie laid Jana’s baby hairs down. “Voila!” Santi motioned as they finished. “Don’t our girls look beautiful?” Frankie winced at Santi calling Jana his girl, but he couldn’t really blame the man; they spent so much time together, the four of them, it was hard to not see them as a couple.

Jana took Laci’s hand. “Yes we do!” And Frankie couldn’t help the breath that hitched in him at the idea of Jana being okay being called his again…. Laci got Rosie ready to go to the store with them to allow Frankie and Santi privacy. She gave Frankie a kiss on his head from where he sat on the couch, and ruffled Santi’s curls. “Adios, Santito” “You’re only half an inch taller than me, Jana” He grumbled. She leaned over to him on his other side. “Sé gentil” Laci gave him a smooch before she quite literally skipped out the doorway. When the door closed, Frankie turned to Santi “Your girl just skipped.” He teased. Despite his nerves surrounding the reason he was here, Santiago beamed and blushed like a smitten teenager. “Yeah, she’s something else.” There was a pause before Frankie spoke. “I didn’t try to kill myself, Santi” “Then what the hell happened” Santi breathed out, exasperated. Frankie slumped down on the couch, pouting. “I don't know how to explain it, hermano. I was having cravings, I had some drinks to curb it, then I just felt… I don’t know, like I didn’t exist or something” “What are you talking about?” “I just told you I didn’t know how to explain it. Don’t ever just wanna… feel something?” A soft chuckle. “Sometimes I feel I have the opposite problem” Frankie returned the laugh. “I know you do, lover boy” “Not just with her, I mean, in general. It’s been better the last half a year, I think Benny can agree I’ve yelled at him less” “Well, except when we went to get the Christmas tree-” “He almost took her foot off!” Frankie raised his hands in mock defense, smiling “Si, si, yo estaba allí” Santi settled, dropping it. “I just mean, I think we can all agree I run a little hot.” “Yeah.” “I’m not going to ask to see the cuts… but how bad was it?” “Will didn’t spill all the gory details?” Frankie joked. “No, you know him, he doesn’t generally want to get involved in things more than he has to. Not one for gossip.” Frankie nods. “Few on my legs weren’t bad enough to need anything, wrists needed stitches.” “Dios Mio, ¿Qué está pasando contigo?” Pope exclaimed, his anxiety for his friend going through the roof. “How am I not supposed to take this as a suicide attempt?” He sounded exasperated, but the pain in his eyes as he turned to Frankie was clear. “You’re not very good at this” Frankie attempted to dissipate the tension with a joke. Santi wasn’t thrilled. He took Frankie’s face in his hands, a similar soft touch Frankie had seen Santiago give Laci. “I’m trying, man. I know I’m not good at this, but I’m trying here.” Closing his eyes and allowing the familiar touch “I know, you’ve gotten better since Laci came around” “Yeah” Santi practically whispered. Frankie didn’t have to open his eyes to picture the dreamy expression on his face. “She brings out the best in me.” “Yeah. She really does.” There was a pause as they both settled back into their seats before Santi talked again. “So you called Jana?” “Don’t get jealous”

“I’m not! I’m just saying-” “Don’t” “She’s been around a lot lately-” “Santi, stop.” He couldn’t have this talk, he didn’t want anyone trying to talk him into it. She deserved better. “I think she’d like to get back-” “Stop” Jana deserved better, Rosie deserved better, Santi deserved better. “Laci thinks that-” Laci, Will, Benny, they all deserved better than him. The urge to push everyone away bubbled up. “Laci needs to mind her damn business.”

“Hey.” Santiago turned him, his face suddenly that deadly calm that came before he absolutely rocked someone's shit. “Watch it.” Frankie wanted to apologize, but he also wanted Santi out of his house and out of his life, he wanted Santi so mad at him that his death wouldn’t phase him. One less person to worry about should he overdose or finally put himself out of his misery. He didn’t look at Pope. He didn’t back down. “Look at me, Francisco” Fish turned to him, face deadset into a glare. “I’ll letting that go because you’re going through something, but you leave her out of whatever the fuck is going on with you, got it?”

He could practically feel the crease in his furrowed brow. Push him away, push him out of your life, he’ll take the girl and Millers with him. “We get it, you’re pussy whipped, you don’t need to make a big show of your masculinity just because she’s the first girl small enough to make you feel tall and your dick feel big-” Even if this doesn't alienate the others, all it would take was picking a fight with Benny. Will would automatically get in the middle of it, and Laci, who spent most of her time away from Santi hanging out with Benny, would put herself between Benny and anyone who'd insult him, which has even included Santi on occasion. “What is going on with you?” Santi couldn’t fathom what would make Frankie suddenly turn on him like this. Keep going, keep talking about her and he’ll deck you, and walk out of your life. He could forgive a lot of things, but not transgressions against her. “You don’t have to act all protective, pendejo, it’s not like she can leave you anyway, but that’s probably why you brought her in-” He didn’t know where the hell these words were coming from, they certainly weren’t things he’d ever thought before. He loved Santigo as a brother, and Laci as his little sister, but that's why he needed them to go. He was a downward spiral, a grenade, and he couldn’t take them with him when he exploded. “Last fucking warning, Fish” The dark look in Santi’s eyes told him he’d switched from Santiago, domestic and in sappy love, to Pope, a soldier trained to kill, who’d taken out men who’d hurt his girl before, and would do it again. He was playing with fire. He just needed one more push, hit him in his weak spot, not his knees, but his jealous streak. “You knew she’d be completely dependent on you, so she’d never leave. If she could, she’d probably leave you, wouldn’t she? She’d probably be with Ben right now, hell, she’s probably fucking him when they-” Within a blink, Frankie felt himself being pulled up by the strong hand that was fisted in his shirt. Despite the panic that had bubbled in his chest knowing what Santi was capable of, Frankie couldn’t bring himself to punch or hit Santi.

“I know what you’re doing, you’re trying to push me away. Well it’s not going to work, asshole. You’re stuck with me. It’s been 35 years of this, you think I don’t know you well enough by now? I get it. You’re picking on her because you know that’s the only way to get me this fucking mad.” Frankie just glared harshly at him, unwilling to back down or take back the words he said. Santi continued. “But you do not fucking talk about Laci, and you absolutely do not talk about her in the context of sex, do you understand me? Ever. Off limits.” Unable to apologize but unable to push him further, Frankie’s face remained stagnant. Santiago shoved him back down onto the couch, pointing at him. “Nice fucking try” he sat back down on the oppesit end of the couch, crossing his arms. “It worked, I’m furious at you, but I’m not leaving you, not until Jana comes back” When Jana walked in, she sensed the tension immediately as she saw them both sitting silently with stiff body language on the couch and muttered something to Laci about it not going well. Seeing Santi and Frankie clearly in distress, Laci sat down Rosie and walked over to them. “Frankie, what’s-” But before Laci could finish her sentence, Santi grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the man.

“We’re going home”

Laci looked confused and concerned. “But-” but she was being pulled away.

“C’mon, we got a baby to prep for the baby.” Santi turned to Jana, muttering about how it’s her turn.

Jana grabbed Laci’s free hand. “Can you stop pulling her around?” She said, referencing Laci.

Laci stood between them, arms spread out between her lover and her friend. “I think you’re both pulling me around right now”

Jana and Santi both dropped her hands, but Laci promptly found herself at Santi’s side. Something had upset him, and she wanted to be there for him. Santi wrapped an arm around her possessively, ushering her out the door. He looked at Frankie before leaving. “Call me when you’re ready to apologize” and nodded a goodbye at Jana, and Laci gave both a little wave as she followed Santi’s lead.

When the door shut, Jana turned to Frankie. “What did you do?”

Crossing his arms, Frankie didn’t acknowledge her. He couldn’t manage to say anything to push her away like he did Santi, but he hoped if he just ignored her, she’d leave.

Jana wasn’t as easy to play as Santi.

“Nice try, cielito. You’re stuck with me today. Whatever the fuck happened between you is something for Will to deal with, not me. Today is just you, me and Rosie, and you can pout all you want, but something tells me you won’t stand a chance when she wants to play barbies.”

She was right. Jana and Rosie stayed the day, and as much as he tried to keep them at arm's length, when Rosie toddled over to him with her dolls, he soon found himself on the floor having Barbie and Ken make-out while making kissing noises. “Oooohhh Ken you’re so hot” he said in a girlie voice.

When Jana and Rose left that evening, Frankie's goodbye was lingering. He wanted to push them away, but that was nearly impossible, he couldn't hurt Jana the way he had Santi, so as he closed the door behind her, he resolved to do his best to keep them out.

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Take Your Time: Learning to Let Go

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Fem!OC (Jana Fernandez)

Take Your Time Masterlist

Summary: Santi and Jana learn to let go.

Warnings: Drinking, getting drunk but its funsies, one small self-deprecating comment about weight, mentions of loneliness and a brief mention of sex trafficking but only in reference to Laci's past but in general a soft chapter, lots of dialogue.

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Jana loved Laci, and she loved Santi. She loved them together, they made a great couple… but sometimes they were a little strange.

Jana let herself in, like they all did in each other's houses. “Hey Lac-” As Jana nearly tripped over their cat, Slenderman, she was promptly shushed by a wide eyed Laci with a finger pressed to her lips, greeted by an interesting scene. Laci was sat on the couch, one of her cute little dresses all spread out, with Santiago laying on her lap… sleeping while Laci play with his hair. He looked like a toddler taking a nap after playtime.

Laci checked to make sure he was asleep, and carefully got up, taking his head off her lap and laying him down on the couch. Motioning Jana to her room, Laci put a blanket over Santi and kissed his forehead. Closing the door behind her, Laci spoke quietly as she began to gather her things. “He had a long day” she referenced her sleeping boyfriend.

Jana’s gaze was scrupulous. “What happened?”

“He had to go to the DMV. Was so frustrated about it he tuckered himself out.”

Oh yeah. Definitely a toddler.

She could picture it now. The short ball of hot temper hated the DMV. In fact, she had witnessed Santi ranting about a trip to the DMV time or two throughout the years. Will couldn’t understand it. ‘It’s just filling out paperwork Santi.’ Jana thought Will would be perfectly happy in a simple 9-5 filing papers all day.

It was a girls night. Laci didn’t have any “going out” clothes so they were going shopping; one more dress to fill up Santi’s closet(s). It was Jana’s goal to find her something she felt comfortable in, but sexy. Santi had mentioned Laci doesn’t think she’s sexy, and Jana thought that was insane, so it was time to dress her up. Of course, Laci had a very different taste. She likes girly things, pink, flowers, lace, where Jana, who was raised on grunge and hard rock, liked dark or neutral tones. If she was at work or home, generally, she didn’t wear makeup and stuck with comfortable, practical clothing that a toddler may or may not throw up on, peed on, chuck of bowl of spaghetti on… but when she went out? When she dressed up? Tight, leather, low cut, heavy dark make-up.

Even before Rosie, Jana opted for more comfort, but in a “sweatpants, sports bra, unbuttoned flannel” sort of way, and Jana had once overheard Tom ask Frankie why he let her dress like she does. Frankie’s response was that he didn’t ‘let’ her do anything. Santi, in very Santi fashion, said ‘Besides,’ he clapped Frankie on the back. ‘Frank can fight!’ to which Frankie replied, smiling into his glass, ‘so can she.’

Laci gathered up a few things and they headed out to find Laci a dress she’d feel good in, but not before Laci left a sleeping Santi a note that she was with Jana, and a kiss.

After a successful shopping trip, they found themselves in Jana’s room getting ready, Jana doing Laci’s make-up, contouring, eyebrows, fake lashes, all that. Santi had woken up and come over, him and Frankie were having a few drinks and watching Rosa in the living room while the girls got ready.

“Really?” Jana said and she painted on Laci’s blush. ”Whipped cream?”

Laci giggled. “Yeah, it was hot, just licking each other up.”

“Did you at least set down towels?”

“There wasn’t time! One minute we were making ice cream sundaes, the next his dick was inside me and I was licking whipped cream off his tits.”

The mental image of Santi having sex was never very appealing to her, but Laci was getting more comfortable discussing sex with her, so it was a small sacrifice to make. “Santi’s a man, Laci, men don’t have tits.”

She laughed again. “He absolutely does. Have you seen him shirtless? He’s got more tits than I do. He should be wearing a bra.”

Jana couldn’t help laugh at that, Santi would be mortified at this topic. “You know who I don’t think would ever mix food and sex?” She asked, reaching for the blending brush.

No hesitation. “Will”

“Yeah, Will. The germaphobe.”

The girls laughter was so loud Frankie and Santi heard it and both turned in the direction of the bedroom.

Santi sipped his beer. “Think they're talking shit?” He joked.

“Oh yeah” Was Frankies sarcastic answer. “I’m sure Laci has all kinds of terrible things to say about you.”

After a little bit, Jana cracked the door open. “You boys ready?”

They stood up straight, and turned to watch the grand entrance as Frankie called for them to come out. Jana was first, and Frankie had to set down his drink in awe of her.

“Damn, mamacita, look at you…” Frankie looked her up and down as he approached her, arms out. “You gonna leave me home alone when you look like that?” but he was teasing, kissing the side of her face. Jana wore leather pants, a purple bra and a leather jacket, hugging her body perfectly, showing off the assets she had.

Jana beamed at his praise. “Gracias, mi cielo” she turned to Santi. “You ready, Santito?”

With a cheeky smirk, he grinned excitedly at the door. “Probably not.”

With a smack to Santi’s curly head, she tell’s him he can’t fuck her in their bedroom, and called “Vamos a salir, bicho!”

“Une minute, vous êtes toujours pressée…”

Jana turned to Frankie. “I don’t think either of us understand what we’re saying.”

Laci opened the door, shyly walking out in a skimpy, tight little pink dress that barely covered her.

Santi was shellshocked, gapping at her while Jana smirked. “Hey baby, what-what are you wearing?”

She does a little twirl. “A dress.”

“Say’s who?” Santi coughed out.

“Calvin Klien!”

“I’m pretty sure you have lingerie that looks exactly like that at home…”

Laci looked up at him, pouting. “You don’t like it…”

“No! No, no, no” He was quick to reassure. “You look stunning, princesa, I was just surprised is all.”

Satisfied, Laci gave him an innocent hug, Santi looking over at the culprit, Jana, and mouth ‘what the fuuuuuuck’

Jana simply smiled, and took Laci’s hand. “Our uber is almost here, let’s go!”

Santi looked worried. “You’re not driving?”

“You want Jana to drink and drive?” Frankie asked his friend.

“No, of course not-” His eyes bugged out even more. “You’re drinking?”

Jana laughed at him as Laci giggled. “Well, we’re going to a dance club, so yeah.”

Santi looked at Laci. “Are you drinking?” Laci didn’t drink. Not because of trying to stay sober, but because after everything she’d been through, she didn’t like the loss of control.

But the tiny blonde just shrugged. “I might partake,” She joked.

Jana guided Laci towards the door, giving a quick peck on his cheek and leaving him with a purple lipstick print. “Adios, mi sol, no dejes que Santiago mantenga a Fátima despierta más allá de su hora de acostarse otra vez, lo descubriré.”

“Haré mi mejor amor mi, sin promesas”

Laci ran up to Santi and placed both hands on her face, giving him a big ol’ smooch before saying by and running off.

“You’ll have your location on, right princesa?” He called out to his girlfriend.

Jana answered for her. “No, I’m turning off her phone, relax for just one night!”And they were out the door.

When it closed, Frankie felt his phone buzz and when he pulled it out, it was a notification that Jana began sharing her location with him. He showed it to Santi. “Relax, amigo, Jana won’t let anything happen to Laci.”

Wringing his hands together, Santi looked on at the door with a worried expression. “I know, I know I just… she’s never gone out without me before… usually her and Jana go to our houses or places with Rosie, and when she hangs out with Ben they are home watching horror movies by like 8-”

“That’s because Ben can’t handle one drink without slipping into a chugging contest and blacking out 3 hours later, and he’d never put Laci in danger like that. Jana can handle her liquor.”

“I know.” Santi sighed, scrubbing his face. “And she is terrifying as hell when she wants to be. I just… worry.”

Reaching in the fridge, Frankie tossed a beer into Santi’s arms, but not one for himself. It’s not that he was quitting drinking, perse… but he recognized he’d substituted the coke for excessive drinking these last 9 months and was making a conscious effort to limit it. He didn’t want to have to stop drinking all together if it got out of hand, so he decided to be proactive. “Entiendo, it’s been a lot of changes lately, Laci beginning to work, being more independent-”

“It’s not that.” Santi groaned, flopping on the couch. “I’m happy she’s more independent, can go places without me without panicking. Frank, she wouldn’t even go outside without me for months! I’m happy, I’m sp proud of her…”

Frankie quit his teasing. “I know you are, Pope. Me, Jana, Ironhead and Benny are proud of her too. So what’s going on?”

He hung his head in embarrassment. “I dunno, I miss her…” He mumbled.

Of course he did. It had been over a year since meeting Laci the day they saved her, and the pair had been attached at the hip ever since. It was Frankie that found her, that day, half dead in the basement where she was being trafficked, starved so bad she never really recovered and skin a translucent gray. Santi took her in for no reason other than to care for the girl, and the two had fallen into a genuine, adoring love. Early on, there had been accusations that Santi liked her because she needed him, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Both were amazing people who loved each other and him dearly, and e loved back; his brother and his little sister, manita as he called her.

“Have you told her how you’re feeling?” Frankie asked the obvious.

He shook his head. “I won’t do anything that might cause her to stay home more. She worries about me.” Santi chucked. “You think I’m the only one that worries, but she does too. I want her to be whatever the best version of normal for her looks like… a normal she never had. It’s just… If we don’t have a foster kid, it feel it’s just me talking to Slenderman all day.” It took a second for Frankie to remember that ‘Slenderman’ is what Laci and Benny named the cat Laci and Santi got. Awful name for a cat.

It struck Frankie that while he and everyone else was so wrapped up in his recovery, the people he cared about’s lives kept moving, and they had needs as much as he did. Frankie was switching to part time work- enough to keep him on a schedule which help his sobriety, but freeing up more time to be with his daughter, and as he promised to himself to reach out more to Santi, for Frankie to spend more time together, the three of them. “I know you’re nervous, this is a big step for both of you. But I’m gonna turn on the game, and before you know it, they’ll be back. And don’t let Jana fool you, I have their location.”

Santi breathed out a sigh of relief, and called to Rosie’s room that the game was starting soon and she needed to clean up her toys. A pantsless Rosie ran squealing out of the bathroom with a large Miami Heat jersey. Rosie loved basketball.

“Mija, ¿Limpiaste tu habitación?”

“Si, papi!”

“¿Es eso cierto? Porque no sonaba como si limpiaras nada.”

Santi interjected on behalf of hsi goddaughter. “Oh come on, old man, let the girl watch the game!” He scooped up the curly hair girl in his arms, swinging her around.

“Fine, you can go help her.”

Santi huffed, carrying Rosie off muttering something about “daddy is so mean, isn’t he?” before helping her shove everything under her new baby yoda toddler bed.

It was several hours later when Santi woke up to Frankie’s phone getting a call from ‘Luz de mis ojos’. Frankie was fast asleep on the couch where Santi had embarrassingly fallen asleep on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jesus, Santito, you always answer the phone like that?” But Jana was giggling.

“Sorry Jan Jan, but why did you call me?”

“Well, I called my boyfriend, but you’ll do. Just letting you know we’re heading back, but… and don’t freak out…”

“Too late”

“Laci may have had a drink…” her words were slightly slurred.

Sani sighed, impatient. “Yes, she said she might, is that all?”

“Well… she may have had 4.”

“What?!”

“Don’t freak out!”

“Jana she’s 5 feet tall and barely 100 pounds, that’s like 8 drinks to a normal person.”

“I’m not her goddamn mom, Santiago, I’m not stopping her!”

He sighed again. “You’re right, you’re right.”

And just like that, Jana was laughing again. “Always am!”

“Can I talk to her, please?”

“Well, that’s what I was calling about. I got her in the uber, and she promptly passed out. Maybe I could carry her if I was sober, but-”

“We’ll meet you guys outside, chica.”

“Thanks, Santi.” She was sincere.

Santi and Frankie were waiting at the curb for their girlfriends as they pulled up. Frankie opened the door, holding his hand out for Jana and pulling her into a kiss that Jana quickly made illicit, shoving her tongue into his mouth as if Santi and Lacina weren’t right there.

On the other end of the car, Santi was scooping a sleeping Laci into his arms as she stirred. “Hey there, sleepyhead” he greeted her.

“Daddy” Laci smiled and reached up for him, seemingly unaware of their friends and the uber driver. Santi gave the pair a look that said not to bring that up again, thanked the driver, and waved goodbye to Frankie and Jana and carried her off to his pick up.

“How was your night, baby girl?”

“Good, I’ll tell you about it when I can think clearly?”

“Of course.”

“How was your night with Frankie and Rosie.”

“Fun, but Frakie made me clean Rosie’s room.”

“Did you shove her stuff under her bed?” She curled up in his arms, resting on his chest.

Santi cradled her to him. “Maybe.”

As Jana and Frankie stumbled inside, Frankie tried to hold her up as she wobbled in her high heel boots. “Wish I was as small as Laci so I could make you carry me.” She mumbled, in an extremely rare self deprecating comment.

Francisco Morales would not let this stand. He was not as strong as he was in his 20’s to be sure, but he was no pathetic old man, and he scooped her right up. Jana laughed loudly, her voice, bright and beautiful, echoing through the suburban streets as she hung her head back. He loved her. He loved her so much it was indescribable. He could not get enough of her spirit, the way she was so very herself, the way she was bold and proud and beautiful the way she commanded a room but submitted her body to him, the way she feared nothing but feared for him in his addiction, the way she loved their daughter fiercely and put her above all, the way they were a unit, a family, and that they were friends through it all. Frankie was enamored, and thanked god every day that she was back, that he got to listen to her talk about her day again, that he gets to watch her do yoga, unravel on his fingers, twist her hair. He’s thankful he gets to see her breastfeed their child once more even as Rosie weens off. He’s thankful that although she never left his life, now they share one.

On the bed, Frankie undressed her and put her in PJ’s rubbing magnesium lotion on her feet to help with the inevitable aches the boots always brought now that she was in her 30’s, and put her hair up in a silk bonnet.

Jana drifted in and out of sleep on the bed and when She came to it was to a wet wipe on her face. “Baby, what are you doing?” Slowly, she registered that she was laying in Frankie’s lap.

“Taking off your makeup, hermosa.” he wiped with careful but firm strokes, taking better care of her skin than she did some days. She felt him shift, and then the familiar feeling of lotion being rubbed on her face. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

And Jana did relax, she let go and gave into him, because she knew that he always would take care of her for the rest of their lives.

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Hope you all enjoyed!! Im happy to see these two back together <3 and those who have been in this since lal probably get where santi is coming from.

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#frankie morales #francisco morales #cw addiction #triple frontier #triple frontier angst #triple frontier hurt comfort #hurt comfort #angst #frankie morales oc #frankie morales fem!oc #frankie morales hurt comfort #frankie morales angst #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fic #frankie catfish morales #leather and lace universe #tf romanaverse

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Screaming crying throwing up it looks like Santiago and Laci 😭😭😭😭

All short and cute, short blonde hair, likes to dress up all nice 😩😩😩

Goddamn it’s like seeing them irl I’m so emo

Funny thing is laci would be even shorter ☠️☠️

#leather and lace fic #santi and laci #TF Romanaverse

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romanarose · 1 year ago

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Yeah, no I need help 😭

Bestie if you like the idea of Will with a kid I’ve got some NEWS for you

You’re gonna like Will’s series in the LaL universe once Frankie finishes up 👀👀

(I should watch sone of anarchy)

#will miller #Charlie Hunnam #leather and lace universe #tf romanaverse

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Take your time chapter 3 sneak peak

Take Your Time is returning this week! After Frankie attempts to alienate everyone around him, Jana Laci and the boys refuse to let him do this alone

#take your time #frankie morales #triple frontier #tf romanaverse

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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Bruh

Why is Mona so fucking funny lmfaoooo

Me and @welcometostayingawake doing what we do best, thinking leather and lacd specific TF senarios ☠️

#tf romanaverse #Santiago Garcia #santi and laci

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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STOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!!!

Laci is so accurate, all little and blonde and smiling littling to Santi

Santi is CLEARLY ranting about SOMETHING

Will is sitting there, waiting for Santi to STFU so he can tell Santi how wrong he is. Laci is just happy to be there with her boys.

So I’m thinking about what we were talking about with Laci Santi and Will doing spa days and Laci treating her boys right and taking care of them before they all relax and I’m just imagine laci buying this

Bc like you said she told santi she wasn’t going anywhere with him in sandles “baby I love your but you’re embarrassing me”

But then she starts using it on Will and one day their at the beach and Benny notices their feet like ??????? Wtf is going on

But the LAST thing he’s expecting is Will, Santi and Laci all having a spa day together so he’s starting to think pedicures are making their way to straight men 😂

pls enjoy this badly edited version of Will, Santi and Laci in the backyard with lemonades and cucumber eyes post-pedicures :P

#tf romanaverse #romana tf verse #I love my children

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romanarose · 2 years ago

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"Take Your Time" Chapter 1 sneak peak.

Frankie Morales X Fem!Oc

HEAD WARNINGS like all my fics it gets dark.

Intro: Hello everyone! As promised to my Leather and Lace readers, here is the start to Frankie's story. This takes place in the same universe as Leather and Lace, but IT IS NOT NECCECARY TO READ BEFORE THIS ONE! Any OC's will be properly introduced, and you will know anything you need to know within THIS STORY. I would say it's better if you read LaL, but all 4 stories that will be within my "TF Romanaverse" will be able to be read on their own or together. So if only one or two stories interest you, or maybe one stories content is too triggering, you can just read what you want! However, all together, they will form a cohesive storyline. Consider it like Bridgerton or AHS.

Summary: Jana, Frankie's ex and baby momma, gets a call from Frankie late at night.

WARNINGS: Drinking, mentions of cocaine, addiction recovery, worries about relapse, blood, self-harm.

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Answering the phone at midnight, Jana already swung both legs over the bed and began pulling socks on. “Frankie? What’s going on?”

“M’sorry. Woke you.” Frankie’s slurred voice replied.

“No, you didn’t, the shelter had me on overnights last week, remember?” Frankie had Rosie, their daughter, most of the week, albeit they stayed with Santi and Laci. While Frankie’s recovery was going well, Jana was still nervous with overnights and several days in a row, worried it might overwhelm him. Laci watched Rosie when Frankie worked, and if both were busy, Santi had taken her, impressing Laci very much with his skills with the toddler.

“Sorry” Frankie repeated. “Everyone else is gone. Didn’t know who else to call.”

“You can always call me, Francisco. What did you take?”

“Jus’ whiskey right now, but that’s why m’callin’ you”

Phone to her ear, she carefully bundled up a sleeping Rosa in a few blankets, the mild Florida winter making for less of a need for a full coat, especially when she’d have to take it off to buckle her into the car seat anyway. “Whiskey we can work with, honey.” Quickly, Jana back tracked as she headed out the door. “We can work if you relapse too, okay? Never be afraid to call me or the guys, we’re always here for you.”

Jana had gone back and forth with her feelings on Santi for a number of years, mostly when she was still dating Frankie. Frankies would follow that man to the end of the earth, and pretty much had. That trip to Columbia had been the nail in the coffin for a relationship already strained from addiction, and Jana held it against Santiago for a long time. In more recent times, however, she’s come to see him as an ally for Frankie, Santi and his girl, Laci, as well as Will and Benny had all pulled together this last year as Francisco tried to sober up for perhaps the first real time. Although Jana was not with Frankie anymore, she would always love him. They hadn’t broken up for lack of love, or even for lack of trying, but for the things coke can do to a person, especially a person who recently came into a shit ton of money and nothing to do when his daughter is gone but get high.

“I’m waking Rosa” He sounded sleepy.

“No,” Jana couldn’t help but laugh, looking at her curly-haired daughter, out cold in the car seat. “That girl started sleeping through the night at one month old, she’s a miracle child”

“Yeah. Yeah she is. She deserves someone better.”

She got in the car, hooking up the phone to the speaker. “You’re a good dad, Frankie, a great dad. I’ve never seen a man play dolls with a kid for 2 hours straight, she adores you. You just need a little help”

“Yeah” It was quiet.

“Frank, hey, don’t fucking go to sleep, we’ll be right there.”

“Don’t wan’ her t’see me like this”

“She won’t, I promise. What room are you in?”

“Bathroom”

“Okay, I’ll lay her down in her crib before I even come to the bathroom alright?

“Promise?”

“As long as you stay awake, yes.”

“Fine”

Wanting to make sure she paid attention to the road, her nighttime eyesight not the best, Jana didn’t talk much, only when she thought he was falling asleep. She parked on the wrong side of the road, quickly grabbing Rose (how did this child sleep so much?), calling to Frankie she was here, and laid her down in the crib as promised. Her room at her uncle Santi’s had a toddler bed, as she was quickly growing, taking after her dad, but this would do fine in a pinch. With her heart about to burst out of her chest, she ran into the bathroom, expecting to find him puking or passed out on the floor. Instead, to her horror, she found him in his underwear, slumped up against the tub and the wall, blood on his arms and legs.

“Frank!”

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I'm going to try and finish Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside this week, then get more of Take Your Time done, hopefully out this weekend, unless I can pick up some shifts. In the mean time, maybe check out Leather and Lace if it interests you. Not to brag, but although my readership is small, the readers are v passionate and I'm v proud of my work!

If not, here is a playlist I've started working on for this series! check it out to start to get the vibes, and if you have any songs that give you frankie morales energy, or for readers of LaL, give you Jana Fernandez energy, let me know!

Comment if you'd like to join the taglist!

#Frankie morales #frankie morales oc #frankie morales x oc #frankie morales angst #frankie morales hurt/comfort #frankie morales smut #triple frontier #triple frontier pedro pascal #pedro pascal #francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction

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romanarose · 6 months ago

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Thought maybe y’all may enjoy a short Frankie series ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Take Your Time Masterlist

Beautiful moodboard by my dearest @welcometostayingawake thank you for always supporting this universe <3

Frankie Morales x Fem!OC (Jana Fernandez) Summary: 6 months into sobriety, Frankie is still struggling, and understandably so. After a near-relapse, he calls Jana, his ex-girlfriend and the mother of his daughter for help when he hurts himself. Ridden with guilt, Frankie tries to push everyone away by picking fights and not answering calls, convinced he is a grenade doomed to hurt anyone in his proximity. Can Jana work with the guys to get through to him? Can Jana convince him he in worthy of her love, and the unconditional adoration of their daughter?

General Warnings for whole fic, heed individual chapter warnings: Addiction, self-harm, self-hatred, drinking, smut

Unknown number of chapters at this point but:

Chapter 1: Francisco calls Jana late one night, trying not to relapse. She comes to him, finding him in a deeper emergency than she anticipated.

Chapter 2: The next day, Jana and Frankie deal with the fall out of the night before, and Frankie begins spiraling.

Chapter 3: Frankie gives up, but those around him don’t.

Chapter 4: Frankie talks to Rosie, apologizing for not being the dad he wanted to be; flashbacks to Frankie leaving for Colombia.

Chapter 5: All flashbacks to periods of time in Frankie and Jana’s relationship; meeting, Frankie’s relationship with Jana’s family, and finding out they were having a baby.

Chapter 6: Jana and Frankie decide the time is right.

Bonus Chapter: Learning to let go

Chapter 7: Frankie feels insecure, but Jana is always there for him. Laci and Santi take a big step

Takes place after Leather and Lace, but not at all necessary to read before this one.

Spotify playlist

OC'S

Jana Fernandez: Frankie's "lady" he referred to in the movie. Jana and Frankie met in the Army during Jana's brief stint to pay for college, where Santiago introduced them. Jana comes from a loving family, and doesn't take shit; including from Santi. Her and Frankie fell into addiction, but Jana got sober shortly before becoming pregnant with her and Frankie's baby, Rosie. Jana is someone who will always call others out on their behavior (often Santi) but is a powerful ally to have, and a loyal friend. This is shown by the fact despite breaking up, Jana has always remained on Frankie's side. Jana has thick, curly hair, medium dark skin, and is, in Santiago's words ''only half an inch taller" than him, hence her calling him ''Santito". Frankie absolutely has had to measure them. Multiple times.

Fatima Rosa-Maria Morales Fernandez (Rosie, Rose, Rosa): Named after Santi's sister, a surrogate mother to Frankie, who died of an overdose, Rosie is the 2-year-old child of Frankie and Jana. She's starting to talk, her favorite words are mama and daddy (and shit, but that's Uncle Benny's fault). Rosie adores her aunts and uncles, and is damn near spoiled by her godfather, Santi, and both Miller brothers. Santi's girlfriend, Laci, often watches Rosie if Jana and Frankie are both busy, and the two bonded immediately when Laci came into the guy's lives. Rosie's hair takes very much after her maternal grandfather and is very thick and dark. She is a giggly and happy baby, and the light of her mother and father's eyes. Frankie wants, more than anything, to protect his Rosa from himself and his past.

Lacina Dumas (Laci): Santiago's girlfriend, who he is absolutely head over heals in love with. The pair are a frequent source of groans from the guys, being disgustingly in love. She is besties with Benny Miller, but has become friends with Jana, and is part of the reason Jana has been seeing more of Frankie these days. Laci comes from a very traumatic background, which you can read about (as well as her and Santi's journey of love) in Leather and Lace, which is why Santi is so protective of her. Laci is emotionally fragile, and prone to not talking, or having non-verbal episodes if her anxiety is high enough. Outside of where she volunteers, she needs to have someone who trusts with her out in public. She had medium, straight, blonde hair, and is very petite and short. Laci is a gentle soul. She has battled addiction in her previous life, so she's been a support to Frankie during this time.

Alice McCartney: Benny's girlfriend, introduced in chapter 6. Alice had long, wavy, sandy brown hair, and struggles to fit into the group's dynamic, as well as understanding everyone. Alice is suspicious of Laci, and makes a bad first impression on Jana, making things difficult from the get-go. Alice is curious and has no filter, saying what she thinks and asking the many questions she has.

Any and all art, collages, anything like that that any of you make will go here, as if anyone write's stories within this universe!

Hope you all enjoy!!

#tf romanaverse #take your time fic #leather and laci universe #Frankie #Frankie morales #francisco morales #Frankie morales smut #Francisco morales smut #black oc #Latina oc #afrolatina oc #Afro Latina oc

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kirsteng42 · 1 year ago

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I would highly recommend these series, whether you’ve seen Triple Frontier or not, they are just damn good stories. Love Jana, didn’t think I would like anybody with Frankie, but I must admit Jana is great, as are all the characters.

Take Your Time Masterlist

Beautiful moodboard by my dearest @welcometostayingawake thank you for always supporting this universe <3

General Warnings for whole fic, heed individual chapter warnings: Addiction, self-harm, self-hatred, drinking, smut

Unknown number of chapters at this point but:

Chapter 1: Francisco calls Jana late one night, trying not to relapse. She comes to him, finding him in a deeper emergency than she anticipated.

Chapter 2: The next day, Jana and Frankie deal with the fall out of the night before, and Frankie begins spiraling.

Chapter 3: Frankie gives up, but those around him don’t.

Chapter 4: Frankie talks to Rosie, apologizing for not being the dad he wanted to be; flashbacks to Frankie leaving for Colombia.

Chapter 5: All flashbacks to periods of time in Frankie and Jana’s relationship; meeting, Frankie’s relationship with Jana’s family, and finding out they were having a baby.

Chapter 6: Jana and Frankie decide the time is right.

Bonus Chapter: Learning to let go

Chapter 7: Frankie feels insecure, but Jana is always there for him. Laci and Santi take a big step

Takes place after Leather and Lace, but not at all necessary to read before this one.

Spotify playlist

OC'S

Any and all art, collages, anything like that that any of you make will go here, as if anyone write's stories within this universe!

Hope you all enjoy!!

#TF RomanaVerse #Take Your Time fic #Frankie Morales #frankie morales fic #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales #frakie morales hurt comfort #triple frontier fanfic #pedro pascal #Santi and Laci #Leather and Laci universe

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