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gosmigenergy · 21 days ago

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VIDEO? WHAT VIDEO?

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

Summary: It isn’t long before Francisco, Santiago and Will find out about Benny’s video with you as guest star. For context, here's the relating fic!

Warnings: Mentions of food, language, descriptions of sexual acts but none take place, boys will be boys, pet names, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2k

Notes: Benny anon, I finally wrote the thing! I wondered why I was struggling but this is the first time I’ve written something in months and I haven’t done a fic where the reader isn't present for the most part but I hope you all enjoy ✨🐇

Francisco was the first to find out about the video.

He didn’t even know why he pressed on the Instagram app, it’s not like he posts anything, he mostly lurks and waits for you to post something. It had been so long since he’d been on there, he forgot he was following Benny.

Scrolling down, he could understand why Will and Santiago decided to unfollow him, there was far too many high quality photos of his overly glossy, sweaty abs. Frankie grumbled as his brows furrowed, searching endlessly for anything other than his brother-in-arms when the automated movement stopped.

He read the words, then he read them again and though Benny’s caption didn’t state the obvious, he knew exactly what he was saying.

‘You seen this?’

Santiago saw Frankie’s message pop up then another came with a link.

He didn’t exactly know why he’d chose to send him to Benny’s post, he’d seen that man’s physique about a thousand times and it’s not like he needed reminding of what it felt like to have him underneath him.

After his fleeting thought, Santiago actually read what it said and a single eyebrow arched.

“And they didn’t invite me.”

Will was the last to find out. Luckily for him, he was on his break when the message from Santiago came through.

‘We’re going to need to have a group meeting.’

‘What’s Benny done now?’

He felt bad that he always guessed it was his brother but most of the time, his assumptions were correct, including now.

Benny was none the wiser.

He arrived to Frankie’s as he would any other boys night, with a six pack and a new found hope that eventually the conversation would lead to you. He wasn’t going to mention what the both of you did the other week, they knew about his Only Fans, all of them swearing blind that they were never going to pay for his content.

The others acted as if they knew nothing, emotions deep down stewing. The discussions stayed casual whilst they ate, a few drinks in their systems soothing the possible anger they felt.

Not that Santiago was angry, he guessed that at some point you’d be coaxed into Benny’s online antics, he just didn’t think it’d be so soon. He had his own plans to introduce you to something you may have never done but it was too early, even if you were aware he was in a different kind of scene.

“So,” they all heard how Benny’s voice changed, “we gonna talk about our girl?”

Frankie’s eyes darted between Santiago and Will, the tips of his ears turning pink, he’d never speak first.

Will sniggered, “Brother, we’re not in high school.”

“Aaaw, come on man, I thought we’d all been sharing stories!”

He caught the corner of Santiago’s lips twitch.

“See, Pope gets it,” Benny thrusts a hand in his direction.

Will shrugged, folding his arms before giving his brother his full attention.

“What do you want to know?”

“What did you do on your first night?”

There was a round of chuckles before Santiago’s eyes darkened.

“Well, Fish had her first.”

Frankie scowled at their leader, fucking asshole.

All eyes fell on him and he squirmed in his seat, clearing his throat as he watched Benny’s smile grow wider.

“I made her dinner…”

“Pfft,” Benny wished for the dirt, not that.

“Then I made her come with my fingers.”

Santiago tipped his head, “How many?”

Frankie bit the inside of his lip before he lifted a hand, displaying the three fingers he used.

“Well, shit,” Benny said with a giggle, he was actually impressed.

“What about you?”

Frankie jutted his chin as he passed the baton.

“We fucked.”

“That’s it?” Will sounded offended.

“And I’m sure you pulled out all the stops.”

“Not the first night but the week after, I gave her a massage,” Will leaned back, “made her squirt for the first time.”

He gifted his brother a smug smile, nothing like a little sibling rivalry.

“Who said I haven’t?”

“Did you use the technique I told you?”

Santiago had messaged Benny to brag about what he’d done, of course, he received a flood of responses to know how he did it. At first, Santiago thought it may have just been the aphrodisiac powder coursing through your veins but if Benny proves it otherwise, you’re in danger.

“Show us how you did it,” Santiago leaned back.

Benny’s expression scrunched and he brought his hand up, using his thumb and two fingers to replicate the motion he did.

Frankie rolled his eyes, “Jesus Christ.”

“The video, brother.”

“Video? What video?”

He tried to fain his innocence except none of them were buying it, each one of their faces stone cold. Benny knew he could take his brother in a fight, Pope would probably play dirty but he had one weakness, it was Fish he’d be worried about.

He had that look about him, one that could kill.

His usual soft brown eyes had grown hard, his jaw locked, fingers digging into the muscle of his arms.

“Show us the video,” his voice was low.

Benny swallowed, angling his body so he could slip his phone from his pocket. He logged onto his account, turned up the volume and placed the device in the centre of the table, it was a free for all.

Santiago moved but Frankie was quicker.

He jumped from his seat like a predator who saw his chance to catch his prey, claws out, his nails scratching at the table. Santiago scooted round behind him, arms locked to his chest, his brows furrowing as he concentrated on what was about to unfold.

Will remained seated.

He and Benny may be sharing the same girl yet he wasn’t sure he wanted to watch his brother fuck someone. They were aware that in a relationship like this, the day would come where they would both be involved with a group session, both had vowed not to watch each other or if they had to look, their attention would be solely on you.

“You can’t see my face,” Benny reassured him.

Will gave him a knowing nod but he still wasn’t going to look.

“I think I’m good.”

They both shared a smile before Will settled back in his seat, closing his eyes, his imagination would do him just fine.

Frankie and Santiago were seemingly huddling closer, their slopped noses almost pressed against the screen. It was surprising how good the picture was, crisp with sharp edges, your folds glistening and swelling as Benny’s fingers slipped effortlessly in and out. If they blocked out Benny’s grunts, it was like you were in the room, filling their ears with the sweetest sounds and shallow breaths.

Santiago glanced up, “Bunny?”

“She wanted to remain anonymous, my user name is Gym Bunny.”

Santiago stored the nickname in the back of his mind.

They continued watching, seeing the telltale signs that you were close to the edge, how you fought with yourself to keep your body locked in that position for the audience. Then just how Benny demonstrated, his thumb pressed to your clit and, they assumed, his fingers curled before you screamed, juices flowing.

Frankie released a ragged breath, “It’s so much better from this angle.”

Santiago delivered a hefty pat on his back as the video continued.

‘You want to cum all over my cock next, Bunny?’

‘Yes, please.’

Drawn in by your sugary response, the pair of the blink as they’re pulled back into the video. Will’s one brow twitches, his lips curling further as he imagined how you looked with the sweetest smile plastered on your face, fluttering your lashes to get what you want.

Benny laughed to himself.

It was very rare for the four of them to be as quiet as they were, only the sound of his blown out phone speaker filling the space. If you get over the fact it’s playing amateur porn, he would say it was almost peaceful.

Frankie almost launched Benny’s phone across the room when another rang around the table.

“Remember your training,” Will said as he leaned to the left to get out his phone.

He immediately answered when he saw it was your name flashing on the screen, slowing rising from his chair.

“Hey sweetheart…”

Benny scrambles to get his phone from Frankie though Santiago snatches it, ducking and dodging. From your end, you couldn’t fully tell what was going on in the background where Will was, there was a mixture of scrambling, shoes squeaking on tiled floors and… grunting?

“Hey, um, are you ok to talk?”

“All good, Pope and Benny are just fighting.”

You don’t miss a beat, immediately moving on from that piece of shared information.

“Oh, Santiago’s with you?”

Will hummed.

“I just tried calling him but didn’t get an answer.”

You don’t know why you called him first, he was always the most aloof.

“Yeah, he’s been a little…”

Will paused as he watched Santiago still managing to watch the video even as Benny jumped his back.

“Preoccupied.”

You giggle, “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

He saw it best to leave the room, ducking into the hallway with Frankie on his tail. Frankie heard Will say your pet name, distanced himself from the other two because he was more concerned about why you were calling.

“What can I help you with?”

Will pressed his volume a little higher so Frankie could lean in and hear.

You seemed nervous, hesitant to ask because you still considered it early days and Santiago was actually surprisingly adamant you had a ‘week off’.

“Um, I know it’s my week off but I’m… I’m kinda lonely so I was wondering if it would be ok for me to hang out with you? Or the guys, if they’re all there? I’m assuming you’re all there because why else would…”

You rambled on whilst Will and Frankie looked at each other, though they didn’t say a word, they used small gestures to communicate and they both agreed.

“We’re at Fish’s,” Will interrupts.

“He’s ok with it?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Great, I’ll see you in a bit!”

“See you soon.”

The pair of you hung up together.

“We’ve gotta tell, Pope,” Frankie sighed.

Will nodded, “Leave it to me.”

By the time you arrive, the atmosphere has calmed. Frankie comes to open the door when you knock and you gift him a peck on the cheek in return.

“No kissing!” Santiago shouts from the kitchen.

In an act of defiance, you scurry over to the table and place yourself in between the Miller brothers, kissing Will and then Benny swiftly. You smile sweetly at Santiago, who, even with folded arms has a smirk on his face.

Though your heart can’t leave him out so you swoop round, planting a sloppier kiss on his cheek and he huffs.

“Come on,” you drape your arms over his shoulders, “you love it really.”

He looks at you from the corner of his eye, “Behave yourself.”

You pout jokingly.

“Sooo, what have you been up to?”

“Nothing,” they all say in unison.

Your eyes narrow as they flit between all three of the faces around the table yet Frankie’s hand soft on your back distracts you.

“Want something to eat, querida?”

You straighten up, “I had something earlier.”

“I’ll get you some snacks.”

Slowly, you were starting to learn what the boys were like.

You were sure Francisco’s love language was related to the act of making you food, Will who was pulling you out a chair was the most gentlemanly of the lot. Benny was a puppy, enthusiastic and excitable to ever be in your presence whilst you were certain that underneath that hardened exterior, Santiago was soft in the middle.

And you guessed that tonight was probably one of their nights where they got together and talked shit but now their conversation was more than likely about you. There was a possibility they’d discussed the video, maybe they even watched it but one thing you were certain of is that if they had, they were going to make sure you were none the wiser.

For just a little longer.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 29 days ago

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Hiiiii sending a valentine’s request!!

I’d love something about first Valentine’s with Benny. Is he nervous? Excited? Horny as fuck? All of the above 👀

Perfectionist.

benny miller x female reader

warnings - smut.

valentines masterlist. main masterlist. inbox.

“Ben, please.”

His head whips around to look at you, brow quirked in questioning.

“Hmm?”

“What’s the matter with you?”

“With me?”

“Yeah, with you,” you laugh. “Who else?”

You look around exaggeratedly, shrugging dramatically when you don’t see anyone else in your living room.

“What is the matter with me?”

“That’s what I’m asking, Benjamin. You’re making me nervous.”

“I am?”

You grab onto his thigh, anchoring it down where it shakes. He’s been bouncing his leg for the last forty five minutes, and you’ve finally had enough.

“Are you okay? The anxiety is practically radiating off you.”

He sighs deeply, sinking backwards into the couch.

“I’m a little on edge.”

“You don’t say.”

He laughs all rumbled and genuine, and the sound makes you grin.

“Tell me why, babe.”

Benny’s hand rests over yours on his thigh, fingers tightening around yours.

“I want tomorrow to be perfect.”

“Tomorrow?” you ask, wondering why a random Friday is so important to him.

“Valentines.”

“Oh, of course. That’s come around quick.”

“Baby.”

“Benny.”

“It’s been stressing me out.”

“Honey… why?”

“Because it’s our first one together. And I haven’t really had a Valentine before that I care about as much as I care about you. Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

“You are.”

He chuckles, shuffling in to cuddle into your side. You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, the repetition of the movement calming him down instantly.

“Ben,” you whisper, turning your head to kiss his neck gently. “Stop worrying. It’ll be alright. We’ll have a beautiful dinner, and then later on I’ll show you the lingerie I bought just for you.”

He groans, his grip on your thigh tightening.

“What colour is it?” he croaks, eyes slipping closed.

“You’ll have to find out, won’t you?”

He’s shaking now, desperate to grab you and put you where he wants you. But he doesn’t, sensing that you have bigger plans for him tonight. Instead, he sinks back into the cushions, breathing deeply.

You drop to your knees in front of the couch, spreading his legs so you’re perched in between them.

“You want a teaser? Of tomorrow?”

He nods, smirking at the sight in front of him as he looks down at you.

“Show me what you got, baby. Give me a spoiler or two.”

The only sounds that can be heard are both of your lungs panting, and the button on Ben’s jeans popping open.

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mermaidxatxheart · 2 years ago

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Ribbed II

This is the sequel to Ribbed. I hope you enjoy it. Comments and reblogs show me love.

Pairing: Benny Miller x Reader

Word Count: 4450

Warnings: Benny is taking over as the pussy eating king. Sorry Pedro, usual smut, idk. does it even matter?

Previous Part

Master List

Come over.

You stare at the text message for a solid minute before dropping your phone onto your desk. Benny needed to stop. What happened between the two of you last week could never happen again. He’s your brother’s best friend, and if Mick ever found out, he would probably explode.

Please?

You groan and flip your phone screen down to avoid temptation. You flex your fingers over your keyboard and try to focus on your work. But the memory of Benny crowds your memory, fighting for dominance at the forefront of your brain.

“That’s my girl.” Whispers against the shell of your ear and you shudder. “So fucking good.” A breathy moan, your name a desperate plea that traces down your spine.

“God damn it.” You mutter, grabbing your phone.

I have air conditioning.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You type out a quick reply, fingers flying over the keys on your screen.

We can’t. It has to be just the one time. We were drunk. It doesn’t count.

Setting your phone down, you shake your hands as you try to rid yourself of the anxiety bubbling up inside you.

I don’t want it to be just the one time. It definitely counts if I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.

You press your thighs together, fighting against the memory of the way he felt there. The tender feel of his lips against yours. It didn’t feel like a random hookup at the time, but you’re definitely a coward. You’ve been avoiding both Benny and your brother ever since that night.

Come over.

Staring at his name, with his picture, your weak will power crumbles and your fingers are typing before you can really protest or talk yourself out of it.

…..when?

Tonight?

You sigh, knowing exactly what’s going to happen.

Fine. Now leave me alone. I’m trying to work!

He doesn’t text you back, but that’s just as bad. Jesus, fix it.

***

You pull up in front of Benny’s house, looking at the windows with no small amount of trepidation. You can’t loiter outside all night and if you don’t show, he’ll just pester you until you do. You shut off the engine and climb out, heading for the front door.

Your fist hovers over the wood for a long time as you get your courage up. If he doesn’t have you naked within ten minutes, it’ll be a miracle.

You groan, give your whole body a forceful shake and rap quickly on the door before you can talk yourself out of it. You stare at the welcome mat beneath your heels, wishing you had stopped at home to change out of your work dress and into comfortable leggings and flip flops. The wait stretches out and you tell yourself you’ll give him thirty more seconds before you leave and tell him you knocked but he didn’t answer. His fault.

Then the door opens and a gust of what can only be described as Benny hits you and your knees go weak. Irish spring soap, hint of sweat, old spice deodorant, and something specific to him that makes it all work.

“Hey, I’m just making-wow.” He says softly and you look up, frowning. You wish you hadn’t. He’s wearing gym shorts that hang loosely on him, a Motley Crüe tee shirt, his stupid backward hat, and a dish towel slung over his broad shoulder. Droplets are clinging to his hair, like he’s just gotten out of the shower. Looking so domestic shouldn’t be such a turn on. You have to force yourself not to notice all the little things about him that make you want to drop your panties right here in the doorway.

“What?”

“You look amazing.” He says, stepping back to let you in.

“Oh.” You enter carefully, determined not to slip on the polished hardwood floor. Benny never struck you as the type to have his shit together. He seems like the type that bounces around from apartment to apartment when his lease is up, the bare minimum of furniture: a couch, a tv, a bed. But his house is… nice. The hardwood floors are well taken care of, polished, clean, dust free. There are pictures and decorations hanging on the wall, some of it art, some of it personal. There’s a rug under a coffee table and the most comfortable looking couch you’ve ever seen, plush and tall. It looks like it will cradle you and support you in all the right ways. There’s a damn shoe rack by the door, what the fuck.

You pause, looking at the shoe rack with his boots and sneakers lined up neatly. You lift your foot to pull off your heel and he stammers.

“You can leave them on.” He manages and you chuckle.

“I don’t wanna scratch your floors.” You say, but also, your toes are cramping. He offers his hand for you to use as balance and you grip it tightly, pulling off your shoes and placing them on the rack. You look back up at him, significantly taller than you now.

“You said you were making something?” You prompt and he nods, pulling the towel off his shoulder.

“Chicken Marsala.” He says, turning and heading for the kitchen. “I figured you’d be hungry, and I thought maybe we could talk…” he trails off. He stirs a pot on the stove and you lean against the door frame, watching him.

“Talk?” You repeat.

“Yeah. I figure we owe it to each other.” He says, licking sauce off his finger as he meets your gaze. “Right?” You nod mutely. “Make yourself comfortable. Do you want some wine?”

“I think drinking is what got us into this situation.” You remind him and he grins.

“Fair.” He grabs a bottle of your favorite red wine and sets it on the island bar. “Whenever you want it.” He says, going back to cooking.

Oh, what the hell. You’re gonna need something to make it through this. You pour yourself a glass and move through to the living room. There’s a dining table off to the side, in front of some sliding glass doors to the backyard. There are actual chairs at the table, a complete set. Color you impressed.

A polished mirror hangs over a side table with pictures of him and his war buddies. You look at the pictures, Benny catching your eye in every single one. Strong, tall, competent. Then you lift your gaze to the mirror and spot him watching you from the kitchen. He sends you a warm smile, wiping his fingers on the towel. You straighten your shoulders and a mark at the base of your neck catches your attention.

Instantly, you remember Benny over you, pressing you into your couch, sucking and biting on your neck as you cum around him. Your face flushes and you drop your gaze once more. You need stronger willpower. But then, there’s a reason your gym membership has lapsed and there’s a half eaten package of Oreos you got yesterday.

Soft fingers trail lightly down your arm and your entire body electrifies. You suck in a breath, looking up to meet Benny’s gaze in the mirror. You can see the plates on the table but as you turn, you only have eyes for him. His gaze is intense, trapping you. Memories of that night dance through your mind, the way he felt on you, the desperate way he held you.

You want it again. Your brain short circuits and before you know it, you’ve pulled him to you and you’re kissing him.

God, you don’t realize how much you need this. His hands grip your back, lifting you and kissing you like his very life depends on it. He lifts you up and walks you backward into the edge of the table, still kissing you desperately. You moan against his lips, dragging in a ragged breath of air before giving back into him.

His lips are feverish as they trail down your jaw, your neck, leaving blisters of pure bliss. He has you up on the table before you even realize it, leaving marks on your neck. The heat that blazes down your spine is unreal as you pull his face back up to yours.

Did he kiss you like this last time? This feels different, almost possessive.

His big hand slides up your thigh, avoiding that spot behind your knee as he grips the meat of it, spreading you a little wider for him. His hips are rocking against yours, dry humping you despite the fact that he towers over you.

Fuck, he’s a great kisser.

You rock back against him, trying to angle your hips for better friction. The heat is pooling low in your belly now, simmering while all of his attention is focused above your waist.

“Lean back.” He whispers, pulling away from your mouth just long enough to urge you backward. You want to keep kissing him, you never want the kissing to end, but the look in his pretty blue eyes has you obeying.

He drags his nose down your torso, kissing the fabric of your work dress as he goes, his fingers curling around the hem of it at your thighs. He pulls it up as far as the table will let him. He guides your feet to his shoulders, kissing your ankles.

“Lift your hips, baby.” He says and you hesitantly push against his shoulders. “You’re not going to hurt me.” He promises, gripping your calves. You push a little harder, surprised when he doesn’t budge an inch. Your hips lift off the table and he pushes your dress up over your waist, exposing your stomach as well. He steps closer, lifting you higher and he pulls your panties down slowly, watching them track down your thighs, over your knees, your shins before they’re dangling on your ankles in front of his face.

You expect him to push into you, primed as you are in this position, but he doesn’t. Instead, he kneels, lowering your legs slowly. He takes off your panties and they disappear, never to be seen again. He guides your legs to either side of his head, dragging his nose up your thighs, inhaling and kissing his way.

“You smell like heaven.” He murmurs, spreading your lips. “Fuck.” He moans, licking a slow stripe up your heated center. You whimper at the promise of pleasure. If there’s one thing you’re sure of, Benny Miller knows how to eat pussy.

His tongue flicks at your clit and the series of moves he does next leaves you breathless and gripping at his hair. His hat had been knocked off at some point during your make out session.

“B-Benny,” you gasp and he dives deeper, fingers gripping your waist as he holds you to him, drinking from you like he’s dying of thirst. His blue eyes flicker to yours and he buries his mouth against your clit, sucking it right off your body. He growls, it vibrates through you and you arch off the table at it. “F-fuck! Right there right there.” You urge and he doubles his efforts, shoving you head first over the edge. You cum in his mouth and he slurps it all up, not showing any sign of slowing down.

Your muddled mind flashes on a comment he made last week, Later, I’m gonna eat you until you can’t fucking stand.

Oh god.

His tongue and lips are pulling noises from you that you didn’t even know you could make. No part of you is left neglected by his mouth, he’s determined to live up to his word. Your legs are shaking as his tongue nudges and swirls and flicks at your clit. You’re trying not to trap his head between your thighs, but somehow you really don’t think he’d mind. He moans, and that needy sound sends you over the edge again. Your hips buck and you grab for his big hands. He laces his fingers with yours, blue eyes on your face again.

His tongue laps at your slit, catching your cum, but he doesn’t come up for air. He just keeps eating you. Puffs of his breath skate over your mound and he’s back to sucking your clit right off your body.

“B-Benny,” you gasp, vision spinning and you feel his grin. You try to pull at your stuff dress, it’s restricting, you can’t breathe in it. He urges you to one more orgasm, this time your legs do trap his head for a minute as you tremble through it. Then he pulls away, almost reluctantly, helping you sit up.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, baby.” He mutters, reaching around you to unzip it. You wrap your arms around his waist for support as he does the work. You can’t help yourself, you press kisses against his chest, nuzzling into him. He’s so solid, so permanent against you. In return, he’s kissing along your neck as he struggles with your zipper for a second. “How do you do this by yourself in the morning?” He mutters, lips fluttering against a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. You moan, arching into him.

“It’s easier in the morning.” You pull at the hem of his shirt, sliding your fingers along his taut muscles. You lift it up to expose his bare chest and you lick and kiss at him, blindly finding a nipple and teasing it with your tongue.

“Mmm.” He hums, finally sliding the zipper down. He pulls it, loosening the dress around you before lifting the dress off over your head. His lips are on yours before it’s even left his hands. He’s kissing you desperately, holding your body tight against his. Fucking shouldn’t have this much kissing, right? He shouldn’t be kissing you like his very life depends on it. And yet, you’re kissing him back just as hard. His fingers pinch your bra clasp and that’s gone in the blink of an eye. You’re fully naked on his dining room table.

“Can you stand?” He asks softly, pulling away enough to tilt your head back and kiss along your throat.

“Yeah, I think so.” You reply, holding onto his shoulders.

“Okay. Lay back.” He urges, kissing down your chest and trapping a nipple in his mouth.

You lay back, the wood cold against your newly exposed skin. He kisses his way down your body and spreads your thighs once more.

“You’re fucking delicious. I could spend hours doing this to you.” He says, tracing your clit lightly with his thumb. You buck your hips in response to the touch and he chuckles. “In fact, I just might.” He adjusts your hips and dives in again, starting off strong. You moan, not sure how much more you can take from his perfect mouth.

He lets your legs drape over his broad shoulders, big hands now cupping your tits and teasing your nipples as he eats you to blinding orgasm after orgasm. One bleeds into the next, your eyes are rolled back into your head, or crossed, you don’t even know. Your thighs are shaking constantly, but you can’t move, can’t squirm, he hasp you trapped. He’s making just as much noise as you are, moaning and growling possessively

After six, or maybe nine? You try to push his head away, whimpering. “N-n-no more.” You beg and he’s slow to pull off, still sucking your clit as he does.

“Fucking best pussy I’ve ever had.” He says, massaging your thighs a little. “You did so good.” He looks down at you, panting and boneless on his table. “Mhm, I need you like this every day.” He says, moving around you and hooking his arms under your knees and shoulders.

“Can’t handle every day.” You shake your head before resting it on his shoulder.

He chuckles. “Okay, every other day.” You don’t even argue because you know now you don’t actually have the power to resist him. He’s too good, too much of what you need.

He sets you gently on the couch and starts undressing himself as you watch. He’s a fucking work of art, muscles within muscles, long and lean and powerful. You reach for him, wanting to taste him. He stopped you last time, but you need to this time, if only to give your poor cunt a break.

“Pretty girl,” he captures your wrist.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “I wanna taste you.” You say softly and he groans, running fingers through his messy hair.

“Can you kneel?” He asks, moving around to the back of the couch. You nod and roll, propping yourself over the back of it. It’s the perfect height for him. He strokes his hard cock, giving it a forceful tug as you open your mouth. “If you make me cum before I have a chance to fuck you again,” he starts.

“I’ll just get you hard again.” You promise, reaching for his shaft. Remembering how good it felt inside you had you dripping. You’re not leaving without it tonight.

You lick the tip slowly, tasting the salt of his sweat, the sweet precum. You drag your tongue around the crown and slide him into your mouth. You suck as you pull him back out, focused like a laser on this part of him. In as deep as you can get him, sucking hard on his way out. Tongue flickering against the tip and massaging along the sensitive underside as you slide him in deep.

It isn’t until he grunts, fingers buried into the back of the couch that you think to look up at his face. Twisted in concentration, he’s watching your every move like a hawk. Your own eyebrows furrow, wondering if you’re doing it wrong.

He lets out a breathy chuckle and smooths your eyebrows back down. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me with your hot little mouth, I’m trying not to cum immediately.” He says and you smile around his cock.

You pull it out, licking down his shaft. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I wanna taste it. Plus, I came plenty in yours. Fair is fair.” You remind him, flicking your tongue out against his balls. He hisses. You lift his hand off the back of the couch and place it in your hair. Something about a man’s hand fisting in your hair as you suck him off has you weak. Especially if that man is Benny Miller.

You worship his balls for a minute, licking them, sucking them into your mouth as you watch his face, lazily stroking his shaft.

“Oh fuck.” He moans, pulling your hair tie out and gathering your hair in his hands. He definitely has a thing about your hair being down while he’s with you. He did it last time, too. “Right there, baby. Oh fuck, that’s perfect.” He moans.

You kiss back up his shaft, sliding him deep into your mouth, tapping the back of your throat as you start to bob your head. You grip his ass, pulling him closer so you can get deeper. He slides down your throat and you swallow around him. He growls and bucks his hips.

You start bobbing your head faster, using your tongue wherever you can reach. His hips are starting to thrust, too, and watching him use your mouth for his pleasure when so far he’s been all about yours, is such a turn on.

You pull him closer still, holding him in place where he can’t pull out at all. He’s throbbing in your mouth and you can feel him getting closer. You start sucking harder, massaging his balls. You look up at his handsome face, finding his eyes already trained on you. His cock swells in your mouth and you bury him down your throat, feeling him cum. You let him pull out slightly, his cum spurting onto your tongue and filling your mouth. You close your eyes in bliss, tasting it, rolling it around as you suck and massage his shaft for all of it.

Finally he pulls out and you swallow every last drop with a soft hum of approval.

“Fuck.” He surges forward, kissing you hungrily, fingers tangle in your hair as his tongue invades your mouth, licking into every corner and dancing with yours. You pump his cock, feeling how hard he still is. “You’re fucking perfect.” He groans, pulling back to look at you. You kiss him again but he only allows it for a second before pulling away.

He moves around the couch and you’re about to sit back down but he grabs your hips. “Stay right here, beautiful. This is how I want you.”

You arch your back down, presenting your cunt to him with a playful wiggle of your ass and he groans, spreading you and licking your cunt again. “So fucking good.” He moans, starting to eat you out once more. The desperate way he’s devouring you triggers an orgasm before you can even try to stop him. You cry out, bucking and grinding against his face. He really is insatiable. He holds you firmly in place as he eats you out again, this time sliding two fingers inside. You tighten around them involuntarily as he finds your g-spot. They stick to it like glue, rubbing in time with his mouth suck you and you’re seeing stars. Mouth hanging open as he drags another three orgasms from you this way. Your cum is dripping down your thighs, his elbow, his chin, but you can’t stop. He won’t let you.

You're nearly in tears when he finally pulls away, his fingers sliding out of your drenched cunt and leaving your trembling walls to flutter around nothing.

You feel his cockhead press against your entrance and he slides in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. His arms brace against the back of the couch, caging you in. You can feel his broad chest, mere inches from yours. He nestles home inside you, forehead resting against the back of your skull.

“Lean forward.” He urges, guiding you forward until you can’t anymore. He rocks into you slowly, shifting his arms around you, holding you. It’s so tender, so soft, it doesn’t belong with two people who are just fucking. But it feels right. It feels like Benny.

Kisses are pressed against the crown of your head, down the side until he reaches your ear. “Feel so fucking good around me.” He praises softly. “So fucking good. I can’t get enough of you.” He kisses down your neck. “I’ll make it okay.” He says and you frown slightly, wondering what he means, but his words are soon forgotten as he starts to move a little more inside you, building up to a good speed.

You whimper and he clutches your hands, holding you tight against him. You can only cling to his long fingers as he fucks you, that pleasure building fast. He’s filling you in a whole new way, reaching parts of you he didn’t last time. Kisses are pressed against your shoulder as he thrusts faster and faster, marks are sucked into your skin, claiming you for himself.

You didn’t notice the mirror hanging on the wall across from you. It’s hanging at the perfect height to see him fucking you, lost in pleasure as he buries his face in your neck. Puffs of breath on your heated skin, and he looks up, seeing you watching him in the mirror. Never mind your own fucked out look.

“So fucking pretty, baby. Look how good you’re taking my cock. Look how pretty you look.” He murmurs, his eyes trained on your face in the mirror. “Cum. Cum for me baby. See how pretty you are when you cum. See why I can’t get enough of you.” He urges, thrusting faster, deeper. He nibbles at your earlobe, fingers, still twisted in yours, pinching at a nipple. You buck, mouth falling open as he makes you cum. He kisses up your jaw, licking and sucking another love bite. “Fucking gorgeous.” He praises. “You have me wound so tight, I won’t last much longer, baby. You feel so good.” He growls.

One hand stays trapped around you. The other slides between your thighs, strumming your clit and you let out a pathetic cry, cumming again. Your walls squeeze and roll against his shaft, trying to keep him inside you.

“That’s it baby. So good. Squeeze me so tight.” He praises, keeping his fingers moving against your clit. “Keep watching us, pretty girl. Watch me cum inside you, fill you to the brim.”

Despite the fact that your eyes desperately want to roll back in your head, you watch him in the mirror. His forehead furrowed in concentration, his eyes focused on you and you alone, his hair messy from all the times you grabbed it while he ate you out.

Another pinch to your nipple, rolling it between his expert fingers. He licks a bead of sweat off your shoulder and you thrust back against him.

“Do it.” You tell him, watching his face in the mirror. “Fill me up. Cum inside me. I wanna feel you filling me.” You beg and his whole face relaxes. His forehead rests against your crown. He’s mumbling something but you can’t quite make it out. He doubles his efforts on your poor abused clit, forcing another final orgasm from you before he thrusts in completely, cumming inside you. He growls, thrusting once, twice, three times to bury all his cum where it belongs. You slump in his arms, completely worn out. He rests against you, not quite his full weight but enough of it to keep you where he wants you, under him. You watch his face in the mirror, entranced by the tenderness you see there.

He doesn’t move for a long time, keeping you stuffed full of his cock, making sure his cum doesn’t leak out. “Are you okay?” He asks quietly.

You nod. You’re better than okay. You’re orbiting Saturn in orgasmic bliss.

“Wanna stay here tonight?” He offers and you look at him, twisting your face to the side.

“Yeah.” You nod and he kisses you deeply, leaving no doubt in your mind that this will happen again. Probably in a couple hours.

“Let me get you cleaned up.” He pulls out of you with a reluctant groan and you have to agree. You’d like him to stay right there forever.

“Then can we eat?” You ask and he tips his head back, laughing.

“Yeah, baby. We can eat.”

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althaiareads · 2 years ago

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“Honey,” he drawls, “I know so. You’re the only person that I want to be with for the rest of my life. I thought I made that clear years ago.”

THIS IS SO CUTE?!?!?!

“You’re a cliche, Benjamin.” Your words lack any conviction whatsoever as you scoot closer to him, ignoring the melted snow creeping through your clothes.

“Only for you, honey.”

Ugh, this was beautiful.

I am so in love with this man.

I loved it, it was so sweet. And the snow in Texas part?!?!? Babe, so romantic ❤️❤️❤️

kissin’ in the cold

Tags: Benny Miller x Reader, Holiday Fic, Triple Frontier Fic, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Christmas Fic,

Warnings: Kissing, cursing, holiday angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate!! and to those who don’t, here’s a wintery fic based on the song kissin’ in the cold (one of my favorites) i love all the triple frontier boys so much, and benny is no exception.

“Benjamin Miller,” you sigh, your hand cupping his cheek gently. You trace the laugh lines around his eyes and thumb over his bottom lip. He shines gold in the morning light, brazen against the cream colored sheets. His smile, though, is what has your attention, like it always has. It lights up your darkest days and makes your happy ones even warmer.

“Hi, honey,” he drawls, shuffling closer to you. “How are you this fine morning?”

You hum lightly and lean in to peck him on the lips softly. Instinctively, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him closer, signing into your mouth.

“Better,” you smile. Of course Benny knows, just from moments of being awake, that the holiday gloom has already set in.

The years you spent without him at home make this Christmas more meaningful, something you can appreciate, but there are other reasons that this time of year makes you feel a special kind of pain.

A lot of things have changed since you were a kid, young and in love with the same Benny. You used to be the one people looked at with envy, saying that you were lucky to have found someone so young who made you whole. At that time, Christmas meant time with family, laughing cuddled up in warm blankets, and home-cooked food. You could go ice-skating at the tiny, fake-ice rink in the town square with your hand in Benny’s and feel pride as the other girls stared at you with jealous gazes.

But things changed so quickly when Benny went away. You were happy for him, you really truly were, but it was hard being alone. While all of your college friends went out and meet new people, you were stuck at home, praying for a phone call or a text or anything at all from someone who was hundreds of miles away. So, Christmas meant being curled up alone in your childhood bedroom, those same blankets curled around you, but you were always missing the warmth of Benny’s form next to you, because it was so hard to be without something you had for so long. You didn’t go ice skating and the chill of the winter air was unavoidable without Benny’s jackets.

Then he came back, and he was still your Benny, still easy to crack a joke and be the life of everyone’s party, but he was also different. His laugh was more reserved and his hands shook when the sun went down. He started getting nightmares that woke you up in the middle of the night and sometimes, on the worst days, he doesn’t say a word to you.

You didn’t let that get in the way, though. He was still your Benny, still the absolute love of your life and the one person you reach for at night. It’s always been first nature to give Benny everything, and you don’t think that will ever change. No matter what happens, you’re going to love Benny endlessly.

“Care to share your thoughts?” Benny asks, cupping your neck. His hands are warm and safe, and they provide a feeling of comfort that no one else gives you. “I can see those wheels turning, sweetheart.”

You’ve never been able to hide anything from him, so it’s no surprise when your thoughts come bubbling out of your mouth. “Do you ever think we’re behind everyone else? Like, the world is moving on but we’re stuck in the same place we’ve been forever.”

“Maybe,” he admits, sitting up and bringing you with him, your backs to the headboard. The material of Benny’s t-shirt is thin and the chill of the morning air seeps through, but Benny pulls you in under his arm before goosebumps can skatter your skin. “But only if you look at it like that. Sure, there are people who have their shit together more than we do, but the way I see it, we’re further along than anyone else. I’ve known you’re the one for me since I was fucking thirteen, baby, and none of the other stuff matters. As far as I’m concerned, we can do anything anyone else can do just as easily.”

“You think so?” you ask, tracing patterns across his hand.

“Honey,” he drawls, “I know so. You’re the only person that I want to be with for the rest of my life. I thought I made that clear years ago.”

“Oh,” you say stupidly, a dumb smile on your face.

Benny must be able to see the loss of words on your face, because he nods definitely and tilts your chin up to him. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get the morning started.”

“It’s early,” you complain. “And the bed is warmer than anywhere else.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” Benny says with an over-exaggerated eyebrow waggle.

“Shut up, Benny,” you groan, climbing out of your bed behind him. “You’re the fucking worst.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” he grins, grabbing your hand and leading you to your kitchen. Your home is cozy, but it’s exactly what you want with Benny. You’re close to his family and Will, which is what’s important to him, and it’s far enough away from yours for you to feel independent enough. All of the rooms have huge windows that allow a great deal of sunlight through them, perfect for quiet afternoons.

“Coffee or tea?” Benny asks, rifling around the kitchen to find his favorite mug, a blue ceramic with bright yellow polka dots.

“Coffee,” you say, hopping up onto the counter across from him. “With lots of milk.”

“Fucking disgusting,” he chirps happily as he makes the coffee. “At least let me use the shitty coffee so you don’t ruin the good stuff.”

“All tastes the same to me,” you reply, swinging your legs. Benny’s shoulders shake with laughter as he shakes his head, and you grin even though he can’t see you.

“You’re insane, honey,” Benny says without turning around. Once the coffee maker is started, he turns around and faces you, his arms crossed across his chest. You take the moment to appreciate Benny; his broad shoulders and golden hair, the way it falls in front of his face when he hasn’t touched it in the morning, his blue eyes that are cunning and sharp, but also kind and joyful. The plain black t-shirt he’s wearing hugs his muscles beautifully and accentuates the V of his hips. As per your tradition, he’s wearing matching pajama pants to yours, a plain red and black checkered pattern.

“Do you like the view?” Benny asks, that smug grin you’ve come to love in his face. The coffee machine’s insistent beeping saves you from having to answer. He pours both of your coffee, dramatically adding sugar and milk to yours while rolling his eyes. She hands you the mug and you take a sip.

“Holy shit,” Benny breathes, his eyes somewhere beyond you. “It’s snowing.”

“Benny, I’m not falling for that. We’re in Texas, for fucks sake. It was forty outside yesterday.”

“I’m not joking, turn around,” he says, boyish excitement on his face.

“No way,” you laugh, looking over at Benny, who’s grinning conspiratorially, like he had anything to do with the weather. “No fucking way.”

“I wish I could claim this as part of my plan.” Benny drawls, “But snow in Texas is beyond my power. Shall we?”

There are excited tears in your eyes, ones that Benny definitely sees, because he makes a gentle soothing noise and wipes them away with the pads of his thumbs. “Come on, sweetheart. Who knows how long this is going to last.”

Both of you rush to the coat room and don your heaviest coat, which, for you, means wearing one Benny’s coat because you don’t have any coat that would be heavy enough. You can’t stop laughing while you get dressed, and Benny is looking at you with that fine look in his eyes.

Still dressed in your pajamas, you throw open the front door and promptly land on your ass in the snow.

“Shit,” Benny laughs, reaching for you and slipping himself. “I should have known better than to trust you with a task of balance.”

“Fuck off,” you say, grabbing the hand that he offers you and pulling him down next to you. Despite the fact that you know he could easily remain upright, he falls down beside you and splays his arms out wide.

“It’s really pretty,” you say, looking up at the sky, with the crystal snowflakes drifting down from gray clouds.

“Yeah,” he agrees, but you can feel his gaze on the side of your face, not up at the sky.

“You’re a cliche, Benjamin.” Your words lack any conviction whatsoever as you scoot closer to him, ignoring the melted snow creeping through your clothes.

“Only for you, honey.”

“Sap,” you accuse softly, leaning in and kissing him gently, your hand creeping up to cup his jaw.

“Your sap,” corrects Benny in between kisses. His hand taps you on the nose and you scruntch it up, making him smile wider.

Laying with him on the snowy concrete, it’s easy to forget the past; to forget all of the reasons you have to feel sad right now. Things can only be so bad if you have Benny by your side. “I love you, Benny.”

“I love you too, honey. For this Christmas and the next, I’ll love you.” By the scarf around you neck, he draws you in for another kiss, sweet and slow.

Maybe this year, Christmas will be okay, because no matter what, you have Benny here to kiss you in the cold, where snow falls into your eyelashes and turns Benny’s cheeks cherry red.

“Hey, pendejos, get a fucking room,” a voice calls from your driveway. You look over and see Frankie standing by his car, along with Will and Santiago.

“Glad you could make it,” Benny replies, absolutely no remorse in his voice. He pats your hip and helps you up before grabbing your arm and leading you to the group of men.

“Benjamin told us that you were getting the holiday blues, so we decided to come by and see if we could help,” Santiago explains, a knowing look in his eye.

“Although,” Will adds wryly, “It looks like he might be doing a good enough job on his own.”

“Nonsense. She needs us to make sure they don’t freeze out here. Benny could stay out here for hours without complaint,” Frankie quips, opening his arms for a hug, which you dutifully give. One by one, you greet each of them, ending with Santiago, who appraises you with an older brother’s gaze.

“Let’s get inside,” Benny says, leading the group through the front door. They follow his lead to the living room, where they fill in the mismatched sofas and armchairs, loud and boisterous and home.

You make your way into the kitchen and start a kettle for tea, which you know most of them won’t drink, but you can’t stop the hospitality that brews in you when you have guests. Benny follows behind you and traps you in against the counter, his hands coming to grasp your waist.

“Thank you for inviting them,” you say, your palms sliding up his chest. “You didn’t have to do that. Just you being here would have been enough.”

Benny shakes his head and kisses you the cheek, nosing along your jaw. “I don’t want you to just be okay, I want you to be better than that, and there’s no one better to cheer you up than the boys. It’s common logic, sweetheart.”

“You’re too fucking good for me, Benny,” you sigh. “There’s no way I deserve you.”

“I think you got that mixed up, honey,” Benny laughs, pushing off from the counter and leaning against the wall across from you. “Now, what did you plan on putting in that tea, because Pope won’t touch it unless it’s spiked.”

“I think we can find something,” you grin, looking through your drawers for the tea bags. “Oh, and Benny?”

“Yeah?”

“You have snow in your hair.”

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avastrasposts · 2 years ago

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The Pilot and his Girl - ch. 27

First of all: look at this beautiful banner @i-own-loki made for my fic! It's amazing, I love it and she is my saviour since I cannot figure out Canva! I'm going to go back and update all the previous posts so this will now be the official fic banner.

Also, chapter 27! I've been looking forward to this one for a while and I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 28 - Warnings have their own post - Word count: 10k

Half the morning passes before you stir, only moving because Frankie slips away to the bathroom. When he comes back you stretch, yawning widely as he wraps around you, his hand running down your side.

“I woke up wondering if I’d dreamt that Will was back,” he mumbles, “I can’t believe you found him, couldn’t fucking believe my eyes last night.”

“Imagine my face when I saw him, they put a hood over my head and Will pulled it off, he’d recognized my voice and I was just dumbstruck, started crying straight away.”

“You’re in good company, I’ve never seen Benny that emotional before, except,” he hesitates “except with Hannah, at the end.”

“That was hard, telling Will about Hannah,” you sigh,” I wonder if Benny told him the whole story, all the details, or if maybe he wants to spare him that? I’m not sure I’d wanna know, it can’t be changed.”

“I’d wanna know,” Frankie says, shifting in bed so that he can look at you, “It would fuck me up, but I’d wanna know anyway.”

You shudder, shaking the thoughts off you, “I don’t wanna think about it, I’m happy Will is back, I wanna leave it at that.” You go to push yourself off the bed but Frankie grabs hold of you, his hand behind your neck, and pulls you down to his lips in a hard kiss. There’s an edge of desperation in the way he grips your neck and holds you close to his mouth while his tongue licks into you, all teeth and urgency.

“Yesterday, before you came back,” he says, pulling back a little so that he can look at you, his eyes almost black, “I imagined what I’d do to them if they got even close to doing what Myers did to Hannah. I’d wanna know every detail, because I would do a hundred times worse to them.” His tone is rigid, harsher than you’ve heard from him before, and the intensity behind his words makes you frightened, not for you, but for him.

“Don’t go down that route, Frankie, please,” you say, taking hold of his hand, “don’t even think about it, it’s not a good head space to be in.”

“I can’t help it, the thought of that happening to you…” he trails off, you feel his fingers flexing around the back of your neck, “I just wanna fucking make them-”

“Stop, Frankie,” you cut him off, “I don’t want you thinking about it, and if anything was to happen to me, I don’t want you doing anything,” you take his hand from behind your neck, putting the other one on his cheek. “If I go missing, come find me, please, tear the world apart if you have to, I’ll do the same for you. But don’t lose yourself to revenge, I don’t want that for you.” Frankie’s eyes soften at your words as you run your thumb over his cheek, “You’ll break my heart if you let hatred take over, I want you to be my sweet Frankie, even if I’m not here.”

“Please don’t talk about not being here,” he says, his voice thick, “that thought fucking kills me, that’s what scares me more than anything.”

“Being without you scares me the most too, Frankie, but promise you won’t wreck yourself trying to get revenge if something happens to me.”

He takes in your worried face, your eyes searching his for assurance. The very thought of someone hurting you, or worse, makes his heart stutter, his first instinct is to think of all the ways he can bring retribution. But your pleading eyes, your hand on his check as you beg him to promise you a different path, makes him squash it down, he can’t deny you anything, even this.

“I promise, cariño, I promise I won’t lose myself.” His kiss is gentle this time, his arms wrapping around you, as you cup his face. You let yourself stay wrapped up by him for a few, quiet minutes, breathing in his warm scent, his soft lips and hands on your skin.

“We should go downstairs and see the others,” he mumbles, still close to your lips, “see what Will has to say about the smugglers.”

You nod and pull away a little from him, taking his hand and tugging him off the bed. It’s a couple of quick showers for the both of you and then you go downstairs. Will and Benny are on the couch as you walk in, Pope making coffee in the kitchen.

“Morning, sleepy heads!” Benny greets you, he’s got a wide grin, looking happy and relaxed next to his brother.

“Morning,” you say as Will pushes off the couch and comes over for a hug.

“Did you sleep ok?” he asks, tilting your head up to check on the cut his men left on your cheek.

“Out like a light,” you say, and it was true, you hadn’t even had a nightmare. “You ok?” you ask in a lower voice and he catches your meaning, giving you a nod and a small crooked smile.

“I’m good, it’s surreal to suddenly have breakfast with you guys like nothing changed, and about Hannah…” he shakes his head a little, “I always hoped, a little at least, that she was still ok. But to know that she was alive until just a few months ago…that’s gonna take some time to process.” He shrugs and you nod, leaving it at that for now.

Will, Benny and Pope have obviously been talking before Frankie and you arrived and they fill you in on the details while you have breakfast.

“So, the thing with Conway yesterday,” Will says, “had been brewing for a while. The guy’s an asshole, he was only part of the crew because he had good connections when we first started out. He’s been pushing for us to start smuggling and trading drugs, opiates mainly, but I’ve said no to that from the beginning, not happening.”

“We heard that from Jodie Graham, she said you guys wouldn’t sell any to her,” you say, refilling your coffee mug.

“Jodie’s good to trade with but that was always our disagreement, but she was fine with it, didn’t push it.”

“So what’s the plan for your crew now?” Frankie’s looking over at Will, “We talked about approaching you guys and working together before but now,” he glances over at you, “I’m not gonna trust them, they attacked us and we’ve taken out a lot of your guys, there’s gonna be bad blood.”

“Yeah, the idea of you joining my crew died when you killed Conway’s brother in the warehouse,” Will says, shaking his head. “They had orders to scare you, ‘bit of intimidation, not kill you, but that obviously backfired.”

“Ok, so collaboration is out of the question,” Benny says, “then what the fuck do we do? Take them out?”

Will sighs and leans back against the counter, uncrossing his arms to rub one hand over his face. “I don’t think that’s gonna work, I mean, yeah we can take them out, we can handle them, no problem. But first off, I don’t wanna, not all of them are bad like Conway, and I’ve been working with some of them for years, I don’t wanna turn around and kill them, or give them a reason to kill me. But,” he shifts on his feet, crossing his arms again, “the guys who you’ve killed, they had family, and friends, in this QZ. And I’m not saying you did the wrong thing when you killed them, they attacked you,” Will’s holding up his hands as both Benny and Pope start to object. “But, as a result, the guys in the crew are out for your blood, and as they start spreading the word about who killed their friends and family, we’re toast, we can’t stay in this QZ.”

You breath out a low fuck….and sink your head into your hands. You’ve just settled in New York, you just fucking got here, and now you’re all stuck with either leaving, or watching you back at every step.

“Great, back into no man’s land,” Pope growls.

“We should’ve just come to you straight away, Will,” you say, looking over at the other three guys, “We were being fucking stupid.”

“I’ve been keeping a low profile, and my guys wouldn’t have trusted you, you’re new in the QZ, unknown, too risky. And,” Will shrugs, “what’s done is done, and the Conway situation would’ve blown up anyway.”

“So we need to leave again,” Frankie says, seemingly shaking himself out of inactivity, “when, how and where to? We need to figure out where the fuck we’re going this time.”

“I think I can answer the ‘how’,” Will says, “I talked to Jodie in private the last time I saw her. She was willing to let me sail with them up to Dartmouth, outside Providence. They trade up there. Their ship is big enough for the five of us, and them, so as long as we pay our way, they’ll take us.”

“That gets us a long way away from New York,” Pope says, “sounds like a good idea. And getting to Orchard Beach is no problem, we’ll just have to be extra cautious and avoid your guys, Will.”

“And then what?” you ask. “Is there a QZ in Providence?”

“Yeah, there is,” Will nodded, “Jodie says it’s small but decent, might be good to check out, if not, the Boston QZ isn’t much further north and that’s a big one.”

You look over at Frankie who nods at you, “I’m in, if we have to leave, that sounds like a solid idea.”

“I’m in too, and sailing sounds like a really nice way to travel,” you look back at Will, nodding your agreement.

“Alright, if everyone’s in, I’ll get in touch with Jodie, set it up. In the meantime, we need to lay low,” Will says and everyone agrees.

The next few days are spent collecting supplies and going over the resources you have while trying to stay out of sight. Frankie and Pope do a short trip outside the wall to clear a cache they’ve got stashed. You pace the apartment while they’re gone, glancing out through the window every time you hear a noise. When they get back you breathe a long sigh of relief, pulling Frankie in for a long hug. He tangles his fingers in your hair as he holds you close, letting his solid body under your arms sooth you.

You choose to leave just after the curfew comes into effect at six pm, jogging through the empty QZ until you get to a tunnel you rarely use because it’s broken up and slow going. Slipping into it, the five of you stop just inside the entrance, waiting for anyone who might’ve followed you. After fifteen minutes you continue on, nothing moves behind you. You get through to the other end without any issues and quickly make your way through the Bronx towards Orchard Beach. Nothing stirs in the night and it’s almost worse, you’re expecting something to happen, something to go wrong, but you arrive at the beach with plenty of time to spare.

You camp out on the side of the beach, waiting for Jodie and Damon to show up. You’re nervous while you wait, pacing back and forth until Frankie stops you by pulling you to the side and wrapping his arms around you. He doesn’t have to say anything, you just bury your face against his soft flannel shirt, and let him rub his hands up and down your back.

By the time the ship sails into the bay, a thin new moon has risen over Long Island and there’s a steady breeze. Jodie comes in with the small dinghy and gets you all out to the ship, it takes two trips to get you all and your bags onto the sailing vessel. Once you’ve climbed onboard and look back towards the shore, you feel your shoulders relax, leaving New York QZ and the exposed world outside the walls behind. Damon and Jodie get the sails up, helped by Pope, the only one of you with any kind of sailing experience, and the ship starts moving north. Damon sets a course that takes the ship out through the Long Island Sound and as it widens the shorelines on both sides disappear from view.

“I’ll take the first watch,” he says, “Jodie will take the second one so you’re all welcome to sleep in the bunks below deck, might be a bit cramped though but there’s plenty of room to sleep on deck.”

Benny, Will and Pope disappear beneath deck and you poke your head down too. There’s two bunk beds set up on either side of the narrow hull. At the aft of the ship there’s a small bedroom where Jodie and Damon sleep.

“I wouldn’t mind sleeping up on deck, what about you?” you ask Frankie, eyeing the one single bunk bed available.

“Sounds like a very nice idea,” he smiles, “Will snores.”

“I do not,” Will grumbles in reply from the top bunk he’s climbed into, already inside his sleeping bag.

Frankie chuckles and pulls you back up top. There’s plenty of room on deck and you roll out your sleeping mats, cushioning them with a few thick pillows Damon offers you, and zipping your sleeping bag together. The night air is cool but fresh and salty as Frankie pulls you close, your head on his arm as you both look up at the sky. The stars are impossibly bright out here on the water and in a low voice Frankie points out the different constellations, showing you the north star, a bright light in the sky.

“It’s less than one degree away from the north pole, so if you see it, you always know where north is.”

“Did you ever use it to navigate with?” you ask, tilting your head to get a better look at it.

“Several times, it’s a quick reference when you’re moving at night.”

“You’re such a boy scout, Francisco,” you tease him, “Big, scary, Delta Force boy scout.” You giggle as he growls into your ear, his fingers finding the soft skin at your waist and tickling you.

“If we were in a bed I’d show you how I got my knot tying merit badge,” he chuckles as you squirm under his fingers.

“Pretty sure we’ve already done that,” you smile as his hands return to their soft caresses over your skin.

“Pretty sure you really enjoyed it too,” Frankie smirks, the memory of several occasions when he’d used his one tie to restrain your hands making you squeeze your legs together. Something to remember for when you’re next in a safe location and on your own. Right now you’re getting sleepy and you turn, your back pressed up against his chest.

“Sleep well, hermosa, te amo.” Frankie nudges his nose against your neck as he gives you a soft kiss.

“I love you too, my sweet Frankie,” you mumble, his arm a warm weight over your body.

Damon and Jodie make sure the ship sails safely through the night and when the early morning sun wakes you, the ship has already passed New Haven. It’s another full day of sailing before you reach Dartmouth according to Damon and you’ve already agreed to spend a second night on the ship so that you can disembark the next morning in daylight. A whole day on a sailing ship turns into what feels like a well deserved holiday and you’re starting to think Jodie and Damon really have the best idea about how to live in the apocalypse.

“Do you ever see other ships out here?” You ask as Damon brings out the fishing rods after breakfast.

“Not much anymore,” he says, “in the beginning there were a lot of boats around, both sailing boats and motor ones, nowadays we only see sailing ships but even they are rare. Might get one passing on the horizon.”

“Do you ever approach them, see if anyone is alive?” you ask as he hands you one of the rods and a tub of homemade bait.

“Sometimes, depends on how badly we need supplies or gear. We follow them for a bit, see if anything stirs, most times the ships are empty or have infected on them. In the past year we’ve only come across two other ships with people on them. Trade with one of them, the other one wanted nothing to do with us.”

You cast out, following Damon’s instructions, the other guys are also casting out around the ship, Frankie’s next to you, he’s been listening to Damon speaking.

“Do you ever go ashore?” he asks, “For supplies?”

“No need any more, we trade for what we need most times, scavenge ships for the rest.”

“And eat a lot of fish,” Jodie sighs from the steering wheel, “I used to love eating fresh fish, now I’d be happy if I never ate fish again in my life.”

“I’ll see if I can catch a burger for you, Jodie,” Will jokes from the stern and everyone laughs, it’s a nice relaxed, holiday feeling on deck. Frankie insists on you wearing his cap as he sees you squinting at the sun, it smells like him and you give him a grateful kiss on the cheek. The sun has already given him a deeper tan and more freckles and he looks irresistible as he pulls off his t-shirt, he catches you staring and winks at you with a grin.

“You look like a snack, Frankie,” you whisper into his ear as you kiss his cheek again and he smiles, turning his head and kissing your lips.

“Never thought I’d be getting a tan in the apocalypse.”

Between the six of you fishing, you catch plenty, more than you need. But Damon has figured out how to extract salt from the ocean water, and shows you all how he preserves the fish by drying and salting it. He gives you plenty of what he’s already dried as extra rations, and prepares what you’ve caught while the best catch gets grilled straight away.

None of you have eaten fresh fish in years and it feels like a feast and even more like a holiday when Damon serves up what you’ve just caught. You stuff yourself, tipping back on the deck after lunch with your hands on your belly, groaning at how full you are. Frankie smiles down at you from above, his unruly curls waving in the breeze as his eyes crinkle at the corners with a smile, sunlight filtering in and out between the sails and lighting up his tan skin. You’re suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia, a memory of your first date with him, lying back on his blanket in the park, your belly full of tacos and smiling up at this gorgeous man who’d just taken you up for your first helicopter ride.

“Do you remember when we had tacos in the park?” you ask and put your hand up to his curls, running your fingers through them.

“How could I forget,” he smiles, “our first date. I fell asleep on your chest and if you keep doing that I’m going to fall asleep again.”

You smile up at him and rake your nails across his scalp, always his favorite thing. He drops down and puts his arm over your waist, head on your chest just like he did in the park and it doesn’t take long before you can hear his soft snoring. You catch Will glancing over at the two of you with a smile but when he turns away it slips off his face, replaced with something more doleful. He turns and looks out over the empty ocean and you see his hand curl, white knuckled, around the railing and you know what he’s thinking about. You blink back sudden tears as you look up at the blue sky, dotted with little white tufts. You’d give anything to have Hannah safe on this ship with Will too.

By the time the sun slips under the western horizon, you’ve reached Dartmouth, the old town dark but still relatively unbroken by the looks of it. Damon takes the ship out further into Buzzards Bay and anchors up. You’re sleepy and relaxed after a day in the sun when you curl up next to Frankie on deck, falling asleep almost instantly as the ship gently sways on the waves.

The following morning the fog is thick over the bay, but Jodie and Damon have sailed here many times and they easily navigate to the shore, bringing you in at Nonquitt Beach outside Dartmouth. Jodie rows the dinghy in, bringing Pope, Frankie and you in last.

“Thanks for everything, Jodie,” Pope says, as he unloads the last of the bags. “Safe sailing, we’ll try to get word to you about where we end up.”

“Take care of yourselves now,” she gives you all a final wave before pushing off the shore again.

“Ok, back on dry land,” Benny says, looking over across the beach, towards the residential area behind it, “What does the map say, what route?”

“We head north up to route six, follow that to Taunton River, route six crosses it but if that bridge is out, there’s another one just to the north,” Pope says. “After that it’s a straight stretch into Providence.

Will looks over Pope’s shoulder and points at the neighborhood beyond the beach, “I suggest we try to get through this area and then go inland up to route six. Less houses when we’re away from the coast here.”

Pope nods in agreement and pockets the map while the rest of you ready your guns. You’ve got three rifles between you now, and you’ve each got a handgun. In silence you all start moving across the beach, Pope in the lead, Will bringing up the rear. It’s not fast going but the neighborhood is empty and quiet. Jodie and Damon had left you here because it was a regular spot for them to meet traders and the area was regularly cleared by people who moved through it and it shows. The buildings are empty, looted, and nothing stirs.

Finding route six is easy and then you turn west, following it to the river. The trek takes most of the day, a few detours necessary to avoid infected and by the time you see the river, it’s too late to go further, but at least your first day off the ship has been uneventful. Finding a safe looking building to stay in for the night, Pope, Will and Benny go through it, making sure it’s empty, before you make camp in the top apartment. You all divvy up the watches and despite being outside the wall in an unknown city, you sleep fairly well after your watch, and the night passes quietly. You wake up on your side with Frankie’s arm around your waist and his solid body pressed up against your back, by the sound of his heavy breathing, he’s still sound asleep. Desperate for a pee, you carefully move away from his arm and step into your boots. Will is on watch, the final one for the night, and he gives you a warm smile as you step out of the apartment after a quick bathroom visit. He’s standing at the top of the stairs and you lean against the window ledge next to him.

“All quiet?” you ask in a low voice, not wanting to wake the others still sleeping inside the apartment.

“All quiet,” he confirms with a nod, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, it felt pretty safe here, and having you four around helps,” you smile, “It’s really good having you back, Will,” you give his hand a quick squeeze and he smiles again.

“It’s good being back with you all too,” he says but then hesitates, falling silent for a minute while you watch his mind work, and you reflect over how Will was always more like Frankie with his words, never speaking just for the sake of speaking, they always consider what they want to say before they speak.

“It’s good being back with family,” he offers eventually, “and not just Benny. You, Frankie and Pope too. I had people I trusted to a certain degree in New York, mostly because I had to trust them. But they were never friends, never family. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be with family.” He looks over at you again, “I missed it more than I realized.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t find each other sooner. We heard rumors about a guy who sounded like you in the months after the outbreak, but we didn’t think it could be you because it was all the way up in New York.”

“Yeah, Benny told me about it, I don’t think I would’ve believed it myself.” He shoulders the rifle and comes to stand next to you, leaning back against the window ledge. “I...I feel guilty for not trying harder to get back to Hannah, to Arlington. Things might’ve been different if I had.”

“Or you could’ve died on the way there, there’s no point in thinking you could’ve changed anything. We did what we thought we could do.”

Will stays silent for a few minutes, you turn to glance out through the window, down at the street, it’s slowly getting lighter now. As you turn back you hear him exhale slowly.

“Benny told me about Lucía, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to Frankie about it yet,” Will says, his voice even lower, looking over at you. “I’m really sorry, Ben told me it got pretty bad.”

“It did, we were at Denny’s cabin after and he shut off, barely even spoke. I…I had moments when I wasn’t sure we’d make it, it would’ve been so easy to just stop trying to survive. Frankie didn’t seem to see a reason to live either, I had to keep him alive.”

“What got him out of it?”

“He got kinda jolted out of it when we got attacked on our way to the Franklin QZ, we were attacked by raiders, we got separated but Frankie killed them, burnt their place down and got us out. But what he had to do…to Lucía…” you trail off, exhaling slowly, “He’s…there’s something darker in him now, it changed him.”

“I think we’ve all changed, forced by circumstances,” Will says, keeping an eye on the open door to the apartment down the hall, “but that kind of trauma would break anyone, and Frankie had been through a lot even before it.” He looks over at you again, “He’d be a lot worse off if it wasn’t for you though, you know that right?” Will gently nudges your shoulder with his own, “You were good for him from the start, before the outbreak, and anyone can see now how you ground him, keep him centered.”

“I hope it’s enough,” you sigh. Frankie’s darker moments were less frequent after the years he’d spent getting help from Herb, but you’d seen them flare back up when things got heated. The anger was closer to the surface than ever, never directed at you, but always present if he perceived a threat to you, or the violent thoughts he fell into when he thought of revenge.

“Morning guys,” Pope comes out of the apartment, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, “all quiet?”

“Yeah, we’re just catching up,” Will says and you push off from the window ledge.

“Morning, Pope.”

“Morning, hermana,” he gives your shoulder a quick squeeze, “Please go wake Fish, he responds so much better to your morning kisses than mine.”

“Tonto del culo,” you smirk at him and he chuckles.

“He really is only teaching you the bad ones.”

You find Frankie still sound asleep and you almost don’t want to wake him, he looks peaceful and younger, splayed on his belly with his arm as a pillow, the other one thrown over where you’d slept. Benny has stirred across the room, sitting up and scratching his chest.

“Is it morning?” he asks, his voice drowsy.

“Yeah, the others are up, I’m just gonna wake Frankie,” you whisper and Benny nods, pushing back his sleeping bag. You sink down on your side, next to Frankie, and run your fingers through his curls, pressing your lips to his scruffy cheek. His nose twitches and a low rumble comes from his chest.

“Keep doing that, hermosa,” he mutters, his voice rough with sleep and you smile into his patchy beard, your nails scratching across his scalp.

“Time to wake up, love,” you whisper and he grumbles again, his arm coming up to wrap around your waist and pull you closer, his nose buried against the soft skin of your throat.

“Despiértate, el pececito,” Pope says, coming into the apartment again, grinning at Frankie’s grumbling.

“Don’t fucking call me that, I’m bigger and older than you,” he mutters, rolling over on his back as you sit up.

Coffee and breakfast is quickly done and then packed up before you all head down to the street again. Route six leads right up to the river’s edge, but that’s where it stops, the huge six lane bridge has been wiped out by the bombing after outbreak day. The twisted blue girders lay rusting in the water next to the USS Massachusetts.

“Alright, plan B,” Pope says, pointing north, “there’s another bridge about two miles upriver.”

“I wonder if anyone thought to make camp on the warship,” Benny says as you walk past it. Nothing stirs and it looks uninhabited but also like it would make a regular fortress with a few guards.

“Probably, but I prefer Jodie and Damon’s idea,” Frankie says, “be far out on the ocean, away from everything, that’s how I’d like to do it.”

“Wish I could sail,” he adds in a lower voice so that only you can hear, “then that’s what I’d do, take us out there, maybe find a small, uninhabited island down south for shelter during the winter.”

“I’d like that, Frankie,” you whisper back at him and he gives you a quick wink, before he turns forward again.

“ ‘Veterans’ Memorial Bridge’, how appropriate,” Benny says as you approach the smaller bridge, “But it doesn’t look too good.”

“Looks like it should hold though,” Pope says, “Let’s get a closer look.”

The bridge is low and flat and used to open in the middle to let ships through, the center section splitting in two parts and standing straight up. Most of the bridge is still in place and looks solid, but the part that opens hangs below the bridge, as if the two movable slabs have collapsed and sunk lower than their hinges should allow. You all walk up to the edge of the bridge and look out over the tilting road surface. The opposite side of the bridge sits lower than the eastern side, you have to jump across and down to get to it but it seems doable, even to you.

Benny takes a cautious step onto the part of the bridge that slopes downwards, it doesn’t move under him and he tests it by bouncing on his feets, as if he was on a trampoline, finally jumping up and slamming his boots down onto the surface. The bridge doesn’t budge and Benny looks up at the rest of you.

“Seems solid enough,” he says, bouncing a few more times.

“What’s our option, Pope?” Frankie asks, eyeing the gap at the end.

“Next bridge is twelve miles north of here,” Pope replies, “Doable, but it takes us a long way away from Providence.”

Will steps out on the bridge next to his brother and does a few test jumps, moving further out from the solid section.

“It’s not moving an inch, I say we go this way, the jump at the end is easy enough.”

“Ok,” Frankie agrees, “But let’s go slowly and carefully, I don’t want a fucking bridge collapsing under me.”

“Too many arepas, fishsticks,” Benny taunts and Frankie flips him off.

Slowly you all move down the sloping road surface, it remains solid, even when you get to the end of the section and look down at the jump.

“That side tilts a bit more, be careful when you jump, Benny,” Will says, eyeing his brother as he gets ready to jump.

“Nothing to it, Ironhead,” Benny says and takes a gigantic leap, overshooting the gap by several feet and slamming down onto the road surface with a grin.

“Beat that, bro!” he calls, flexing his arms, posing for imaginary cameras.

Will chuckles and backs up, “Watch me, Benny boy.” Will takes a running start and launches himself over the gap, landing a clear foot further than Benny who scowls.

“I didn’t have a running start, that doesn’t count.”

“Yeah, whatever, big bro beat ya, kid.” Will smirks and dodges Benny’s playful swipe at his head.

“I’ll jump first, you follow me, cariño, ok?” Frankie says, “I’ll catch you when you land.”

“Ok, but it’s a tiny jump, I’ll be fine, Frankie,” you smile and he gets ready to jump, he’s not going to take part in the Miller brother’s pissing contest. He takes a few steps back and clears the gap, landing just in front of Benny who whoops.

“Still in the lea - oh fuck!”

The bridge groans and drops, the section screeching further down towards the water, the angle suddenly sharp.

“Grab the railing!” Will yells, yanking Benny towards the side while Frankie scrambles to find purchase on something.

“Frankie!” you yell, you see his boots scraping across the asphalt as he slips down the road. “Will!” Pope shouts, “Grab Fish! Grab him!”

“Take my hand, Benny!” He grabs Benny’s hand in an armlock and Benny hooks his other arm around the railing, Will reaching out towards Frankie.

Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest as you watch Frankie scraping along the road, slipping further down as he tries to get to the railing and Will’s hand. You can hear him cursing as his boots slip and he skids down closer to the edge. The bridge groans again and Frankie stumbles, at the last second launching himself forward and grabbing hold of the last part of the railing, his boots dangling over the fifty feet drop.

“Pull me up!” he shouts, “Pull me the fuck up!”

“I got you,” Will calls, scrambling down the railing, using it as a ladder, “I got you!” He hangs on with one hand and reaches down to Frankie, grabbing hold of his wrist and pulling him up. Benny manages to hook his arm around Will’s waist and together they get Frankie high enough so that he can get his feet up on the railing too.

“Climb!” you yell, “You’ve got to get off the bridge!” You can hear it groaning under them. Benny is already scrambling up the railing, Will makes sure Frankie’s got a good grip and then they both start climbing, rushing as the bridge section slips lower. It’s hanging at almost ninety degrees now and the screech of the metal hinges makes you and Santi yell at them to climb faster.

Frankie heaves himself over the ledge, Will and Benny holding on to his arms, dragging him up. They scramble to their feet and run backwards as the section rips loose and crashes into the water below.

“Fuck…” you hear Benny gasp, Frankie’s bent double, his hands on his knees as he looks over to the other side where you and Pope are now stuck.

“How far did you say the next bridge was?” you ask Santi, your eyes still on Frankie.

“Twelve miles, four hour hike if we don’t run into trouble.” He gives the guys on the other side a wave, “You guys ok, no injuries?”

Frankie shakes his head and Benny gives a thumbs up, they’re both standing up now, a safe distance from the ledge.

“Pope!” Will calls from across the bridge, “what’s the name of the next bridge?”

Pope pulls out the map, “Berkley Bridge, twelve miles north,” he calls back, “Follow the one thirty eight, along the river. There’s a high school next to the bridge, on the west side.”

“Alright, we’ll meet you there,” Will calls back, “we’ll leave markers if we get there first.”

“See you there, stay safe!” Pope calls back, giving them a wave. Frankie’s eyes meet yours and despite the distance you can see the anxiety, you know you’ve got the same look.

“Pope!” he calls, and Pope cuts him off.

“I know, hermano, I’ll keep her safe, I’ll get her back to you, don’t worry about it.” You feel Santi put his hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze, pulling you back towards the eastern shore. You raise your hand to Frankie, and he does the same.

“Stay safe, Frankie, I love you.”

“Te amo, mi vida. Stay safe!”

Pope and you head back to the eastern shore, you feel your legs shaking, the adrenaline leaving your system and you stumble slightly. Pope reaches out and grabs your shoulder, holding you steady.

“Take it easy, hermana, you doing ok?”

“Just a bit shaky after all that,” you say, “that was way too fucking close.”

“Yeah, it was,” Santi gives you a squeeze and keeps walking, “thank fuck Will and Benny were there too.”

“I wish I could be as cool as you guys in situations like that, and then just brush it off and keep going.”

“We had years of training, remember? And it didn’t always do us a lot of good, trained to do some fucked up shit but no one taught us how to deal with the aftermath.” Pope pulls out the map and scans the street for any landmarks. “We basically just need to follow the river but it curves around a bit so I’m gonna try to not get us too lost.”

Off in the distance you hear the tell tale sound of infected and you both freeze in your tracks before Pope grabs your arm and pulls you into an alley. Skirting around, moving slowly and carefully, it’s slow going for the rest of the day. You end up spending an hour hiding inside a building while a horde of at least fifty infected shamble past on the street outside.

“It might’ve been the noise of the bridge falling that attracted them,” Pope says, peeking out through the window at the last infected stragglers.

“I hope there's no more heading this way,” you say, it’s already been three hours since you left the others at the bridge and you’ve still got a long way to go. At this pace you won’t get the next bridge before nightfall.

Together you carefully leave the building and move quickly away from the horde, checking every street corner and blind spot before you move on. You manage to move a few more miles, but then a chilling screech goes up close by and Pope pulls you down behind a car, crouching down. It’s in the nick of time, four runners stumble out of an alley across the street.

“Fuck, they’re everywhere today,” Pope breathes. Glancing behind you he motions you backwards, into a shop, “In here, we need to get off the street.”

It looks like a small mom and pop dry cleaning business inside, you see racks of empty coat hangers behind a counter as Pope scouts forwards and finds the door to the second floor. The door opens up with a small tap of his boot and you both make your way up the stairs slowly. Whoever ran this shop clearly lived on top of it, the stairs leading to a small landing with a closed front door. Pope pushes it open without resistance and quickly scans the small hallway that it opens to. He motions for you to close the door behind you and it shuts with a soft click. Nothing stirs and you quietly follow Pope towards what looks like the living room. You’ve both got your guns out, Pope in front as he steps through the doorway and sweeps the room. He spots the man a split second before the butt of a rifle comes down on the side of his head and he’s thrown to the floor. The crack to his skull disorientates him but he manages to hold on to his gun, rolling onto his back and aiming at the man now advancing on him, a shotgun raised and cocked. His head throbs and he blinks rapidly to clear the fog threatening to envelope him.

“Lower the gun or your girl gets hurt.” The growl comes from a second man, holding you firm, your arm twisted up behind your back and a large hunting knife pressed against your throat. He’d grabbed you as Pope stumbled to the ground, twisting the gun out of your hand as he yanked you into the room and bent your arm painfully up behind your back. You can feel the cold blade press into your throat, just shy of nicking your skin.

You see Pope quickly scan the situation, the determination in the two men, the knife against your throat, and he drops his gun, sliding it across the floor..

“Check him for any other weapons and tie him up,” your captor orders the man with the shotgun. “On your belly, hands behind your back,” he tells Pope. You see the anger in Santi’s eyes as he rolls over, gritting his teeth. The man holding you doesn’t relent his grip, your shoulder is screaming, another half an inch and he’ll dislocate it.

“Please, my shoulder,” you whimper, “you’re breaking it.”

“Don’t worry, darlin´, as soon as he’s secured I’ll loosen my grip.” He’s still got the blade tight against your throat, forcing your head back, his voice is close to your ear and the deep drawl of his rough voice makes your skin crawl.

The man with the shotgun quickly secures Pope’s hands with a cable tie, patting him down and stepping back.

“He’s clear, Joel, now what?”

He looks over at the man holding you and your brain goes into overdrive, putting the face of the man in front of you, older now, more worn, together with the deep Texan drawl of the man behind you.

“Miller!” you gasp, your throat scraping against the knife as the man’s eyes snap to yours. “You’re Tommy Miller! We met, fourth of July, at Denny’s cabin.” You feel the man behind you tighten his grip on your arm, bending it just a little bit further back and you sob, “You’re Will and Benny’s cousins!”

“You’re Frankie’s girl!” Tommy blurts out, his eyes suddenly wide with recognition, “And you,” he looks at Pope, still belly down on the floor, “you’re one of the Delta Force guys.”

“Yeah, I’m Pope, get these fucking things off me, man,” he spits. Tommy takes a step forward but Joel barks.

“Tommy, wait! What the fuck are you doing, we can’t trust them!”

“C’mon, Joel, we know them,” Tommy says but he stops in his tracks.

“Yeah, we knew them, for a weekend, six fucking years ago!” Joel snaps back, Now the-”

“We’re with Will and Benny,” you interrupt, moving your head back as much as you can from the sharp blade. “We got separated this morning, they’re on the other side of the river, we’re trying to get to the next bridge to meet them.”

“Will and Benny are alive?” Tommy’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he shoots Joel a hopeful look before he quickly schools his face back into neutrality.

“How do we know you’re not just lying? Who else is with you?” Joel growls from behind you.

“Why the fuck would we lie about that?” Pope growls right back at him from the floor, “We’ve been with Benny since Arlington, at the beginning, and we just found Will in New York about a week ago.”

“Frankie’s with us,” you say, “It’s just us, Frankie, Will and Benny.”

“Joel…” Tommy says, “We can’t walk away from this, we gotta see if they’re telling the truth:”

Joel remains silent behind you, you can see Tommy’s eyes on him but his grip on your arm is still firm. It’s like the two brother’s are having a silent conversation, deciding your fate as your shoulder screams in protest.

“Fine,” Joel finally spits, “but if they fuck us, it’s on you, Tommy!” He removes the knife from your throat and releases your arms. You collapse forward, stumbling away from him with your arm cradled to your chest. Tommy kneels next to Pope and cuts his ties and Pope gets to his feet with a grumbled thanks.

“Lead the way then, you two in front,” Joel says as you glance back at him. He’s changed more than Tommy, a bit more gray around his temples and on his jaw, but it’s his face, the expression in his eyes that’s made him almost unrecognizable. The Joel you knew for a long weekend six years ago had a friendly, warm face. You still remember his belly laughs when his daughter and Lucía brought him down with tickles, a friendly giant who didn’t even protest when Lucía lay flat across his legs with Sarah over his chest. The man scowling at you now looks dangerous and feral, angry lines carved into his face and a hard set jaw.

“Sure, I’ll take the lead,” Pope says, accepting his gun back from Tommy, much to Joel’s dissatisfaction. “Let me just check her shoulder first, you twisted it pretty hard by the looks of it.” The sharp tone in his voice isn’t lost on Joel and he only answers with another low growl.

Pope gently prods your shoulder and you wince under his touch. “Feels like the muscle has been torn, like a sprain,” he says, “I’ll make you a sling when we get to the others, keep your hand hooked into your jacket for now.” He briefly cups your cheek with his hand, “You ok, hermana?” he asks in a low voice and you’re reminded of how similar his eyes are to Frankie’s when they share the same look of concern.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say, giving him a small smile and he smiles back.

“Ok, we’ve got about two hours I think, to the bridge,” he says, looking over at Joel who gives a curt nod. “We good to go?”

“Yeah, take the lead,” Joel says and motions to the door.

Pope quickly finds the back door of the shop, scanning the narrow alley before stepping out. You stay behind him, then Tommy, with Joel covering the rear. You move as fast as possible through the streets, eventually coming out into the countryside and cutting across fields. Twice you have to hastily hide from groups of infected, still moving south towards the broken bridge but after the second group has passed you see no more. By the time you see the river again the sun has just sunk below the horizon, it’s taken you almost the whole day to cover the twelve miles and you’re exhausted. As the Berkley Bridge finally comes into view you’re dead on your feet, hungry and thirsty and your shoulder aches.

“Hang in there,” Pope says to you in a low voice, dropping back and giving your uninjured shoulder a squeeze, “the high school is just on the other side of the bridge.”

“I can’t wait to just lie down and sleep,” you reply, “I really hope the others got there ok.”

Pope nods in response and steps forward again, taking the lead as you all step onto the bridge. It’s in one piece and you breathe a sigh of relief when you’re across it. It doesn’t take long to reach the high school and Pope quickly finds a marker carved into the gate post.

“Back door,” he says and leads you around the building. It’s fully dark now and it’s slow going, but you finally see a half open door to a smaller section of the school and as you approach you hear the sound of a weapon cocking.

“Stop, identify yourself!” you hear Frankie’s low voice, stern and commanding, he’s expecting two people, not four, and he’s raised the rifle, aiming at you through the darkness.

“Catfish,” Pope calls, “stand down, it’s us.”

You see Frankie lower his rifle a little bit as the four of you come out of the gloom, his finger is still near the trigger and he doesn’t put the safety on.

“Who’s with you?” he asks, his eyes landing on Joel and Tommy behind you.

“Joel and Tommy Miller, Ben and Will’s cousins,” Pope replies and you see recognition flash across Frankie’s face before his eyes widen. .

“Holy shit, what are the odds of that?”

“Pretty high I’d say,” Tommy replies, stepping forward and extending his hand, “Good to see you again, man.” Frankie shakes his hand and then Joel, who, a bit more reluctantly, grabs Frankie’s hand as he extends it.

“Come inside, and we’ll bar this door for the night,” Frankie says, stepping to the side and motioning the men towards the door before he turns to you. His eyebrows knit together as he sees your arm, still hooked into the opening of your jacket to support your shoulder.

“You’re hurt, what happened?” He shoulders the rifle and steps forward as gently reaches for your wrist.

“It’s my shoulder, Pope says the muscle is torn a bit. He’s gonna make me a sling.”

“How did it happen?” he asks, moving his hands up to your shoulder, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort.

“I’ll tell you later, I just wanna get inside and sit down, I’m exhausted, Frankie.”

“Of course, c’mere, I’ve got you,” he leads you inside and helps you off with your pack as Pope and Tommy shut the door and slide a heavy iron girder in place.

“We’re just a bit further in, we found a room with shuttered windows so we can have some light.” Frankie leads you all down a hallway and turns right, pushing open a door he steps into a classroom. The desks have been pushed up along the walls and in the middle Will’s got a couple of camper stoves set up, the smell of food making your stomach growl.

“Look who we found,” Pope grins as he waves Tommy and Joel in through the door. You can’t help but smile as you see Will and Benny look up, confusion on their faces at first and then, almost simultaneously, shift into huge smiles as they recognise their cousins.

“Holy shit, what the actual fuck?!” Benny whoops and jumps to his feet, grabbing Joel into a bear hug, “Where the fuck did you come from?!” he says as he tries to pick Joel up off the floor under loud protests.

“Put me the fuck down, Benny,” he laughs, slapping him on the back. Will and Tommy hug, big grins on both men and then Benny pulls Tommy into another bear hug, laughing as Will embraces Joel. It’s good to see the tension melt away from Tommy and especially Joel. He’d been guarded the whole way, not quite trusting that Pope and you were telling the truth. But now, seeing the four Miller cousins hug it out with big smiles, even Joel looks less intimidating.

Frankie gently takes your uninjured hand and leads you over to where his sleeping bag is rolled out, helping you sit down. You sink down gratefully and lean back against the wall, finally relaxing.

“Let me get your boots off,” he says in a low voice, the Miller boys still catching up and laughing behind him. You nod and rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes. Your shoulder is throbbing, you’re going to have to dip into your small supply of expired painkillers soon. Frankie pulls your boots off, and your damp socks, gently rubbing the soles of your feet as you sigh and shoot him a pleased smile.

“Thanks, Frankie,” you mumble.

“Anything, hermosa,” he smiles back, letting go of your feet. “But I need to check your shoulder, might be less nice.”

“Do what you have to do as long as I can have food afterwards, I’m starving.”

“You took a long time getting here, what happened?” Frankie asks, making you sit up so that he can slide your jacket off.

“There were infected everywhere, we had to stay hidden for long periods of time. Pope thinks maybe the noise from the bridge collapsing attracted them.”

“Yeah, we saw some on our side of the river, but not that many. How does this feel?” He gently prods the joint of your shoulder and you wince as he carefully moves your arm.

“Hurts and feels very stiff,” you say, glancing down at it. There’s a dark bruise forming and you can see the swelling around the joint..

“If we had an ice pack I’d put it on,” Frankie says, “But for now, keep it still, I’ll get you that sling.” Frankie steps over to his pack and rifles through it, coming back and setting your shoulder more comfortably against your chest. You watch his deft hands as he works and when he’s done you lean in and capture his lips in a soft kiss. He hums against you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin.

“I’m so happy you’re ok, Frankie,” you whisper, “Did you get hurt on the bridge?”

“Just a few scrapes,” he says, his mouth still close to yours as he turns up his palms and shows you a few angry looking lines. “I had to clean them with alcohol, that fucking stung,” he chuckles, “but they’re fine now. How did you hurt your shoulder?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” you say, pulling back a little so that you can see his face clearly and he frowns at you.

“What happened?” His eyebrows come together in a frown, his body stiffening under your touch.

“We, Pope and me, had to hide in a building when a group of infected surprised us.Turned out Joel and Tommy were already in there and they grabbed us, Joel twisted my arm behind my back. But they didn’t know it was us,” you say hastily as you see Frankie scowl and look towards Joel. “Frankie,” you pull his eyes back to you, “they just did what we would’ve done if someone unknown walked in here now.”

“Yeah, ok,” he relents, his face softening again, “Let me get you some food, should be done now.”

As Frankie stands up Joel comes over, he’s got a bowl in his hand and as he crouches down he hands it to you.

“How’s the shoulder? Sorry ‘bout it,” he says, looking at the makeshift sling Frankie’s put together.

“It’s sore, but it’ll heal, don’t worry about it,” you reply, gratefully accepting the bowl of stew and rice.

“Alright,” Joel responds, clearing his throat, “Good, and thanks for…” he waves his hand over at where Benny and Will are deep in conversation with Tommy, going over what’s happened in the six years since they last saw each other. “It’s good seeing them in one piece.”

“I’m glad we were able to bring you guys together,” you say as Joel gets to his feet again, nodding to Frankie.

“Good to see you too, Frankie.”

“Yeah, same, Joel,” Frankie replies as Joel turns and begins rolling out his sleeping mat.

Frankie grabs a bowl for himself and sinks down next to you, you’re almost done with the stew, wolfing it down.

“Got you some painkillers too, cariño,” he hands them to you with his water canteen and you gratefully swallow the two pills. Once they kick in you slip into your sleeping bag, drifting off as Frankie helps Ben take care of the dishes. You barely wake as he slips in next to you, careful to not disturb your shoulder, but you reach for his hand as he puts his arm over your waist, turning your head towards him as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

The dull throbbing in your shoulder wakes you early next morning and forces you to get up, just to get some relief. There’s thin slivers of light shining through the shutters, giving you enough light to move around and pad out into the hallway in your socks. You’d missed any talk of having a watch roster last night but it seems you were allowed to sleep through the night. Tommy is sitting on a bench close to the door you came in through, playing cards with himself, a rifle next to him.

“Morning,” you greet him and he looks up.

“Hey, how’s the shoulder?” He scoots over on the bench, making room for you as you carefully move your arm.

“Sore and swollen, it’ll take a few days to get better, but don’t worry about it,” you say as you see his apologetic face, “you did what we would’ve done in the same situation.”

“Yeah, I suppose, we all have to assume the next person we meet is either infected or the enemy.”

“Not much trust going ‘round these days,” you agree, watching him gather up the cards and shuffle them.

“I wanted to ask you,” you begin cautiously as he starts dealing. “Joel’s daughter, Sarah?”

Tommy nods, his hands stopping as he looks up at you, “She didn’t make it, she died that first night,” he says, his voice low and you sigh and close your eyes.

“Fuck...I’m sorry, Tommy,” you look up at him again as he leans back against the wall. “I didn’t wanna assume but when she wasn’t with you, I had to ask.”

“Yeah, of course, just don’t mention it to Joel,” Tommy tilts his head so that he can look over at you. “He’s not one to talk about it.”

You nod, rubbing your hand over your face, “I get it, more than you think.”

“Frankie’s girl?” Tommy says and you hear the question in his voice.

“A few days after the outbreak, she got infected.”

Now it’s Tommy’s turn to breathe out a low Fuck as he drops his head back against the wall again. “I’m sorry, for you and for Frankie, she was a great kid.”

“So was Sarah,” you say, giving Tommy a weak smile, “Lucìa wouldn’t stop talking about her after we got home, she was bugging Benny to invite you guys over as soon as possible so that they could meet again.”

Tommy chuckles softly, “Yeah, I remember them thick as thieves at Denny’s, Lucìa following her around like a puppy.” He absentmindedly shuffles the deck of cards in his hand as you both stay silent for a few minutes, the soft snores of the still sleeping men coming from the classroom.

Tommy suddenly laughs softly, keeping his voice low, “I remember how annoyed Frankie got when I flirted with you that weekend, he got really possessive, those hickeys the next morning,” he grins and you feel your cheeks getting red at the memory, even all these years later.

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” you say and Tommy nods.

“Poker? I promise I won’t suggest the strip version,” he grins, dealing out the cards again.

You play a couple of rounds until you hear people stirring in the classroom. Frankie pokes his head out of the door and comes over when he sees you.

“Morning, sweetie,” you smile up at him as he bends to give you a kiss.

“Morning, cariño, you sleep ok? How’s the shoulder?” He lets his kiss linger a little bit longer than usual, his hand cupping the back of your head, before he pulls back and sits down on the bench next to you.

“Sore and swollen,” you say, shifting it a bit.

“I’ll get you a better sling today, just need a piece of wood to support your arm.”

“What’s the plan, down to Providence?” you ask, “I don’t know if you guys made plans after I fell asleep last night.”

“Not Providence,” Tommy says immediately, “we were on our way there but the QZ’s fell, overrun by infected.”

“Shit, what happened?” you ask, “We heard it was fine just a few days ago.”

“Not sure, but we ran into a survivor a week ago and he said FEDRA got challenged by another group when FEDRA kept cutting rations. FEDRA took out the other group pretty harshly, imposed martial law and people tried escaping or rebelling, it had been going on for a couple of months.” Tommy gathers the cards up and shuffles them before putting them back in the box. “The survivor we talked to didn’t know how it had happened, but infected got in, or someone who was infected slipped through the checkpoint, it started spreading on the inside anyway. FEDRA lost control and started executing everyone, so riots broke out and FEDRA left, just took the last working trucks and just took off.”

“Did you get to Providence, what’s the situation like there now?” Frankie asks, leaning forward to look at Tommy.

“We didn’t get to the gates, got told to not go anywhere near it, too many infected.” Tommy glances up towards the door as Joel looks out.

“Morning, Joel.”

“Morning, coffee’s ready if y'all want some,” he says and you can smell it wafting through the hallway now.

“So what’s your plan then?” Frankie asks as you go back towards the classroom.

“Boston, I think,” Tommy says, “It’s the nearest QZ from here, big enough.”

You sit down next to Will who gives you a quick smile and a mug of coffee, Frankie sinks to the floor next to you too.

“Thanks, Will,” he says, taking a second mug. “So what’s our plan then, if Providence is a no go?” He looks over at Will and Pope, “Boston for us too?”

“I don’t know about you guys,” Benny says, “but I think we should stick together, with Joel and Tommy I mean.”

You see Pope frown, he hasn’t warmed up to Joel after yesterday, and by the way Joel stiffens and scowls at his coffee mug, you know he’s not all for it either.

“I think it’s a great idea, Benny;” Tommy says, glancing over at Joel, “You guys are family and we know you and Will consider the rest of y’all as family too, we can trust each other.”

“What do you say, Joel?” Will asks, he can sense that Joel’s not totally onboard and the older man looks down at his coffee, jaw working as he seems to go over the options in his head.

“Yeah, might be a good idea,” he says eventually, but there’s still hesitation in his voice, “there’s safety in numbers and y’all are ex Special Ops, and like Tommy says, we can trust each other,” he says the last thing looking over at Pope who holds his gaze for a few seconds before nodding.

“Yeah, we can trust each other.”

Joel nods to Pope, the two men seeming to come to some sort of silent agreement.

You think it seems like a good idea, it makes sense. You can’t see Will and Benny just walking away from their cousins now, even if they’re maybe not the same people they were six years ago. And like Joel said, there’s safety in numbers and it’s forty miles to Boston, lots of bombed out suburban landscape to cover. You shudder at the thought, your shoulder aches, you’re in no shape to take on anything and the thought of having to cover forty miles on foot makes you miserable. Frankie notices your body shiver and slips his arm around your waist.

“What’s up, hermosa?” he whispers softly in your ear as he leans his chin on your good shoulder.

“It’s a long way to Boston,” you whisper back, looking over at him with worried eyes, “I’m scared, so much can go wrong.”

“We’ll go slow, be cautious, and not let Benny jump on bridges.” The last thing he says with a crooked smile, nudging your nose with the cool tip of his own.

“No more bridges please,” you say, giving him a small smile.

“Maybe I should lay off the arepas,” Frankie chuckles softly, his hand now rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “Amor de mi vida,” he whispers after a while, “I can’t promise everything will be fine, but I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, I promise that.”

“And keep yourself safe,” you add, “you’re the love of my life too, Frankie.” He gives a little nod before his soft lips press against yours. You’re still sitting next to Will, right by the camping stove, but you’re in a bubble of your own with Frankie. The others talk about Boston, the route and possible dangers. You don’t notice Joel watching you with a frown, his fingers tapping on his thigh, before he glances down at the broken watch on his arm.

Chapter 28

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The Five Times Will Miller Wanted to Kiss You.

Parings: Will Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Straight fluff, a lot of cuteness and platonic? semi established relationship behavior?? A LOT OF PINING!! (unrequited love [Will]) This is basically Will Miller pining over reader years before she met abusive cheating husband and before he got engaged.

Note: IM BACK!!! i wanted to depict Will and readers relationship before the events of Triple Frontier, and provide a small explanation as to why Will acts the way he acts when it comes to the reader (the TENSION IMMA ADD FOR THEM PEOPLE!!) the build up for their story is gonna be insane!! also, the tension in these scenarios you have to cut it with a chainsaw. ‘bowie’ and ‘sunshine’ are nicknames used for reader.

could/should be read as the prequel to Lucky

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one:

The first time Will wanted to kiss you was when he got back from his first deployment.

You did this everytime they were coming home. That he was coming home. You had been his bestfriend for years. Well into your guys' second year of highschool. He always thought you were the prettiest girl in the world. All those girlfriends or girls who lined up just for him, had nothing on you.

It was certainly hard leaving you behind for months, you two had only been apart for weeks at a time, but months was something he didn't know he could handle.

So seeing you standing at base, waiting for him, stirred up a feeling he had missed while he was away. Watching you bounce from heel to toe, hands clasped together infront of your mouth, hoping to see him get off the plane, elicited a warm feeling in his cheeks and stomach. Etching a smirk on his soft pink lips.

He saw you before you saw him, hell, Frankie and Ben, and anyone who was near and paying attention could see him already looking at you. His smile only tripled in size when you finally saw him approaching.

Immediately he dropped his bags right where he stood when he saw you take off running towards him, squealing, giggling, and crying all at once.

Right then and there, he wanted to pull the prettiest woman into him and kiss her while everyone watched. He wanted everyone to see the most beautiful woman hug him and be excited for his return. He wanted everyone to be jealous the way he was when it was him watching you and someone else.

He was entranced by you. Your hair had grown longer and healthier, the same color looking impossibly more vibrant than ever. He couldn't help but notice your frame and figure changed. You have a slightly, just slightly, taller frame and you certainly grew into your curves since sophomore year.

His mind was only ever on you. The whole time he was away on those dark nights. The hard nights. It was only ever you. You. You. You.

He caught you when you had thrown yourself at him, full force. Him, barely moving an inch.

"Oh my god, Will! I missed you so much, you have no idea." You spoke, slightly muffled, as your head pressed into his neck in the hug you seemed to wrap yourself, literally, in. From catching you, one of his hands moved from the bottom of your thigh to your back to join the other.

All he did was hold you. "I think I do, Sunshine." He whispered into your ear. His grip on you only tightening. He missed his girl.

"And oh my god! You look so good with short hair! And you have muscles! Oh my god you have muscles, Will." You had pulled away from his neck, your legs and arms still wrapped around his body, just looking at him in the eyes.

Your faces were close in proximity due to the position. That's when he felt every bone and muscle in his body aching to kiss you so passionately. To kiss you like he's missed a lifetime with you, essentially, he has emotionally.

He couldn't kiss you. He didn't know if there was someone, he didn't know where that kiss would lead him. Where it'd lead you and your guys' friendship. It was far too risky. So he settled for resting his forehead on yours, slowly letting you drop to the floor.

"Im so glad you made it back home." Was all he heard you whisper from your conversation as he focused on the touch of your hands that somehow ended up cupping his cheeks.

"Me too, darlin'."

Will planned to spend every waking moment he could with you on leave. He didn't want to waste any moments that could be pulled from right under him. He would spend this leave watching you, loving you, regardless of if he wasn't yours or you, his. He knew it wouldn't be like that because your you, and he's not who he was before he left.

"C'mon you, it's time to get you home." You whispered as you let go of him, and grabbed his hand instead, already trekking to the car.

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two:

The second time Will wanted to kiss you was when you two were at Tom's wedding.

He should've known you would have looked like an angel sent to earth from heaven. Your beauty has always been something that captured his mind in a way he didn't understand and didn't want to understand. The way you were nothing less than the most beautiful human being on this earth, and that you were his bestfriend.

Although you looked like you were heaven on earth, he felt this was his own personal hell. He felt as if the gods were punishing him and condemning him to an eternity of witnessing the godly beauty bestowed infront of him. Torturing him because he knows he cannot have you, and that he will never have you. Atleast in the way that he wants. The temptation egging on the intrusive thoughts.

Your dress long and green. The green that he despised before he had met you. What once reminded him of broccoli and vomit, now reminded him of the purest of natural beauty. The green he loved because you did. You hair long and the curls sitting nicely as they cascaded down the expanse of your back.

He was entranced by the look—by you. And he would be damned if he took his eyes off of you.

"Hey boys!" He heard you quip as you got closer to the groomsmen of the wedding. Frankie had texted you in need of assistance of tying his tie—everyone's tie. "Im here on time which means I took my seat on time, for once might I add, and you boys still find a way to make me late." You shook your head as you hugged Frankie. You fixed his tie and moved onto Benny, hugging him and fixing his tie. The two left the room to go check on Redfly as you moved to Will.

"Hi." He said. That's all he could say. His mind somewhere else as he gazed at you. All he could think about was the beauty that was you. That encapsulated his mind into a bubble of attraction at all hours of the day. It was damn near impossible to speak a full sentence when you looked at him like that.

Granted you thought it was just a normal look of platonic affection, but to him, it was as if you knew what he was thinking and feeling all in that moment. "Hi."

He watched you smile at him while you adjusted, and fixed his tie. He knew how to tie a tie, he thinks a part of you knew that too. He would be lying if he said he played dumb just to have you this close and personal with him. "I thought you knew how to do this, Miller." You quipped, a small giggle escaping past your soft lips.

There it was. He was caught. "I do."

"Then you don't need my help." You started to drop the fabric of his tie, and land a small shove to his shoulder.

"I said I knew how, I didn't say I didn't want you close to me, sunshine." Will knew he may have exposed himself, said too much. But the look on your face when he said it, assured him he didn't push it. He had placed his hands on your hips, bringing you closer, closer than before.

He didn't take his eyes off of you. The whole time you tied it. He watched the way your eyes were trained on the task but flickered up to his every couple of seconds. He watched the way your nose sloped perfectly and how well your hair framed your face.

He could stare at you forever if time allowed it. If you allowed it. The feeling you brought out in him was something he's never felt for anyone before. This feeling was only reserved for you, no one would be able to bring this back out in him.

He stared at you until you finished, and for a little while after. You two stared at eachother and it took everything in him to not kiss you. To not kiss you like you were the air he needed to breathe.

It wasn't until you leaned in closer and closer that his heart started to beat out of his chest. This wasn't happening. You couldn't have someone like him, surely you knew that you deserved so much better than what Will could offer. His mind was moving a mile a minute thinking and rationalizing all the possibilities that could come from your face inching closer to his.

"Your gonna be late, handsome. Your the best man, so I suggest you stop looking at me how you just were and get a move on." You whispered into his ear. Okay, so Will was a little dissapointed, completely dissapointed, that you didn't actually kiss him. He would hope that you would, you still had time.

He couldn't have you. Repeating it in his head like it was a prayer with an ulterior motive. If he kept repeating it, maybe the universe would take pity and jinx it. Just give him what he wanted.

"Thank you, pretty girl." He settled for a kiss on the forehead before you both walked out of the room.

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three:

The third time Will wanted to kiss you was when you and the guys had a movie night.

Movie nights didn't happen often as everyone had a busy schedule. Frankie was spending more time with his new girl, Benny training to start fighting in local fights, that Will often coached him for. Santiago was always planning to go back home to his mother, and everyone thinks that will be set in motion soon.

So no better than for you, who's schedule was mostly open aside from work, to suggest a movie night before everyone gets to busy and before Santi leaves.

It started like every other time you've done this. Santiago took the best recliner in this basement, Frankie took the loveseat in between the two couches, Benny was always sprawled over the one couch and Will and you shared the other.

Except this time, Will sat on the farthest end of the sofa by the right arm rest. Your head in his lap and the rest of your body stretched over the expanse of the couch like Benny. Will never had a problem with the seating arrangement until right now.

All he could think about was the proximity between you two. Damn the movie, and damn everyone else in this room. You right here. In his lap. This was all his mind wanted to focus on—could focus on. His eyes weren't on the screen, they were simply drawn to you. Like busy honeybees drawn to a pool of honey.

One hand was on your cheek, his thumb making small strokes, and his other playing with your extended hair. Was this a little too domestic? yes. Did he care one bit? no. of course not. How could he when he had a beautiful beautiful girl his reach.

Yes your beauty was something he couldn't shake. You were always beautiful, and everyone could attest to the notion that you, the beautiful angel sent beauty, has never had an off day of looking like the most divine intervention in human form.

You had always been beautiful to him, but right now, you looked absolutely ethereal. It didn't help that you were sporting his favorite black hoodie that he had left at your home after the last gathering you hosted. He had to buy a new one and as fate would have it, or it all happened coincidentally, he had wore it paired with dark denim jeans and his black and white shell toe adidas.

You both matched and if that didn't do anything for his attraction to you then, it sure as hell did now. It didn't help that a scary part of the horror movie you suggested, got to you, which had you curled into his stomach; your face now hidden in his abdomen, away from the movie.

Your lips were drawn into a small pout and by god, did your lips look so kissable to him. All he ever wanted was to kiss you, tell you that it'd be okay even if it wasn't that scary. To call you his.

All he ever wanted was for you to want him. For you to need him the way he did. He was so desperately gone for you. It'd take him years to get over you and to make his heart stop beating for you. To make it stop repeating the constant call of your name. He just needed you to let him love you the way you were intended to be loved. His heart simply called your name, he believes it always had.

But he knew it wouldn't happen. Maybe not now, not soon, hell, maybe not in this lifetime. That wouldn't stop him from wanting you. From loving you. He'd just have to have you from afar.

And that's what he'll do until your ready. Love and admire you from afar, just like he's doing now. His eyes on you, the insatiable need to kiss you, the restraint in his actions, as you watch the movie. While he watches a vision better than any movie. You, in his lap. While you look like the effortless ethereal beauty you are to him.

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four:

The fourth time Will wanted to kiss you was when you two were at the beach together.

"Will! Why are we in so deep! The water is about to reach my boobs." You huffed, arms moving any motion that would guarantee that you stayed afloat.

Of course Will didn't nessacarily realize how far it was for you. To him it barely hit his waist.

"Will! Are you even listen—AH!" You laughed as you tried to jump over the wave that looked giant compared to you, considering you were right under the wave in deep water. Suddenly you were submerged in water as the wave was far too big to jump over.

You rolled a little under the water, trying to come back up but the swell of the wave hasn't passed. The current pulling you closer to the shore but not far enough to where your far away from Will. You came back up, the current passing you making its way to the shore.

You swiped both hands over your hair and took a deep breath in.

Will turned as he heard you come up for air, and immediately a small smile of relief and amusement etched his sun kissed skin. He slowly moved closer to you as you opened your eyes and met him halfway.

Once you reached him, you slapped him on the chest. All he could do was laugh as he found more amusement in your frustration. "It's not funny you jackass! I almost drowned." Your eyebrows frowned just a little.

"But you didn't and that's all that matters." He smiled as he wrapped his arms around your head, pulling you impossibly close to his chest.

"It's gonna matter when my fist connects with your face, asshole." You rolled your eyes at the blonde.

"Yeah? You think can hit me?" He mused, his eyes not once leaving your glimmering eyes.

"Oh hell yeah, i can. It's gonna hurt, too." You quipped, mostly convincing yourself than him, but he decided to humor you. He's literally apart of a special forces tactical team, captain at that! A punch from you wasn't going to phase him one bit.

"Oh yeah? I think that’s kinda hot." He smirked while still holding the most intense eye contact you think you've had in your life, and you couldn't lie and say that it wasn't turning you on in the slightest.

"Oh, so your kinky? Never expected that from you." The water pushed your body just a little bit closer, your breasts flush against his stomach. Instinctively, his hands found place on your hips.

You two stared at eachother. You gaze falling to his lips for a split second hoping he didn’t notice. He did. That’s when his gaze fell from your eyes to your lips. Slowly, without either of you realizing it, you were both leaning closer to eachother. His breath fanning your cheeks. Before you couldn’t even make contact with him, he stopped.

You were being hoisted into the air and you didn't know what for until an even bigger wave made its way for you two. The water clashed with your skin, the cool air and the cold water sending chills all over your body. Will holding you up, took the brunt of the wave, pushing you and him closer to the shallow of the beach.

Once he put you back down, the water now at your hips, he placed you back in the same position as before. You both stood there for two seconds before he spoke.

“Cmon, it’s getting dark. We should head back, or we’ll be late for the guys’ movie night tonight.” His hand tapped your hips before you both made your way back to the shore, your hands locked together.

This would definitely play in his head over and over tonight when he can’t sleep. Another sleepless night from his nightmares…atleast he’ll have this beautiful moment—beautiful person, to deter the scary thoughts. You had the power over them. Over anything in his life.

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five:

The fifth time Will wanted to kiss you was when his leave was over and he would be deployed for months. Months where he wouldn’t see you—his girl.

“I’ll miss you, Benny.” You stood on your tip toes to wrap your arms around Benny’s neck and kiss his cheek.

“I’ll miss you too, Bowie.” He kissed the top of your head. You’d never get used to the fact that even though he was the youngest, he was always the biggest.

“You know I love you right? Be safe.” You said before releasing him and walking over to Will.

You started coming to the buses on base because your dad had gotten you a pass when you were younger, coming to work in his office with him when your babysitter canceled. Plus, Will and Benny being your bestfriends, single, and parents who live in another state, don’t really have anyone to say goodbye and hug hello to when they leave and come back. So your here for them everytime.

Plus your here for Frankie and Santi too. But now they have their girlfriend and wife here for them too.

You had already bid your goodbyes to Santi, Frankie, and Benny. Last was Will. You walked over to blonde who was already looking at you. He had watched you hug and kiss everyone goodbye.

The internal conflict going on in his head drove him mad. He could kiss you goodbye and see where it take you two when he gets back. But that’d leave you reeling for months and he didn’t want to spark any hope just incase he didn’t come back. But there was the possibility that he’d come home, see you and hold you and never let go. You could finally be his and him, yours.

Or he could settle for the friendship between you two. Although he didn’t know that after the beach trip you guys took a while back, he didn’t know if the lines between friends and lovers was blurred. Regardless, he could have you to himself either way, just one he knew he wouldn’t lose you forever. And hell would he be a stupid man to not pick the one where you would remain in his life for as long as you’d have him.

“Bye, Will.” You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, already trying to fight the tears. You didn’t know why it’d be so hard to say goodbye to Will. The worst just swimming in the back of your mind, the worst being he may never come back home to you. Your best friend. Your lover.

“Bye, bow.” He instantly dropped his bags and wrapped his arms around your waist and embraced you wholeheartedly and tightly. He didn’t want to let you go.

You drew back slowly, your hands landing on either one of his cheeks. “I love you,” You kissed his cheek. “Don’t you dare die,” You kissed his forehead. “You and Benny better come back home to me, you big idiot.” The hesitance in your body only lasted a millisecond before you decided to place a hopeful kiss to the corner of his mouth. Dangerously close to his clips and the boundary between friends and lovers.

You thought this would be a significant will boosting kiss, to encourage him to fight and come back to you. The possibility of being able to receive more from you if he came home safely.

“Wow, so touching. Truly.” He feigned sarcasm as he placed a hand on his heart before he grabbed your face. He knew how much he meant to you. But he also knew for a fact that you had no idea how much you meant to him. Although your words we definitely encouraging, he didn’t need them to have the most animalistic will power to fight his way back to you. If worst came to worst, he’d shoot himself in the foot just to be sent back home to you.

“I love you. I’ll come back home, baby.” He then kissed your forehead, and then reciprocated a kiss on the corner of your mouth before moving to the other side and placing a kiss there. His hold still on your face, he then opted to just let go and get on the bus. Another kiss would go against his internal conflict decision.

He’ll come home. When he does, he wouldn’t wait anymore. You’ll be his. He’ll be yours.

How it was always meant to be.

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No One Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten - TF Boys x GN!Reader

Warnings: blood, Tom's death, bullet wound.

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“Pope!” Benny shouts as he hold you, a hand on your left leg trying to stop the blood from seeping out, will comes running to the both of you

“Fuck!” you moan out in pain, right before they could end the firing, the kid who killed tom, got one more shot off and the bullet entered the tom of your thigh and exited the back.

The two men come rushing to you and Benny, Frankie rips off a piece of his shirt and wraps it around the bullet hole.

“Can you walk?” Santi asks as he rubs his face, this can't be happening, first Will gets shot, they lose the helicopter, money, and now Tom is dead and you are injured.

“I-I cant,” You seeth through your teeth, “Look, I’m just going to slow all of you down. You need to get Tom and the rest of this money out of here,” you wince.

“Hell no!” Frankie says. The other three men agree with him. No man left behind, they all say.

“I wasn't even supposed to be on this trip remember? I tagged along because benny doesn't know how to be quiet,” you let out a painful laugh, the blood loss making you feel dizzy.

“Mi vida we aren't leaving you behind and that final,” Santi says as he gives you a hardened look, “we already lost Tom we can't lose you too.”

“I will slow you down. You need to leave me here, please just go!” You try to plead again but instead of anyone answering, Frankie just picks you up and begins to carry you. Benny picks up your pack along with his own.

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It was finally time to head home. You had all signed your shares over to Tom’s family. You were leaning on your crutches, thankful that the rest of you made it out.

"You sure you're ok? You don't need me to come by and watch over you? u?” Santi asks as you smile at him.

“I am positive, i'll stay with Frankie for a bit and Will and Benny promised they'd come by too, however you are more than welcome too,” you say, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You appreciate your boys so much and loved everything they have done for you over these past few days.

Unbeknownst to you, the boys have a group chat and have all decided when they would come watch over you.

“Frankie I’m gonna start heading to the car alright?” You smile at the four men, “See you soon. Oh and by the way, thank you for not leaving me behind"

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musings-of-a-rose · 2 years ago

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He's the BEST EVER

Pool Party

This was an ask from @theewokingdead:

Imagine you're relationship is still sorta new. Benny tells you there's going to be a BBQ and pool party at one of the boys' house and he wants you to go to meet them all. You're a little nervous, not just because it's your first time meeting them but you hate how you look in a swimsuit. But you agree to go because you want to meet his friends. You wear a one piece because, you know, too insecure for a bikini. But when you take off your cover up Benny is just like enamored. Everything goes well and you're having a great time. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you open the door to leave the bathroom Benny is standing there. He kisses you with such intensity that he pushes you back into the room. He tells you how sexy you look in the swimsuit yadda yadda. Next thing you know he's got you against the sink, facing the mirror, pulling your swimsuit aside so you can watch as he fucks you from behind.

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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“You’ll come this weekend then, sweetheart?” Benny asks me, his voice full of hope and begging. I swear this man know exactly how to pull things from me.

“Of course. Anything for you, Benny.”

Benny and I have been dating for a few months now and it’s going great. He’s sweet, kind, hilarious, and hot as fucking hell. He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room when he looks at me and no one has ever looked at me like that before. So it only makes sense that we’ve progressed to the point where he wants me to meet his friends. One of them is having a BBQ, Frankie? I think? Or was it some kind of fish? And he invited us all over to go swimming. Which is great, fantastic, wonderful. I can’t wait to meet them all, except for one problem -

I hate how I look in a bathing suit.

No matter what size I’ve been, I’ve always hated how I look. I typically choose to hide in one pieces, often tossing on a shirt over my suit before swimming. But I did just get a new bathing suit - ok fine, my friend bought it for me after she saw me in it in the dressing room, demanding I throw the rest of mine out. I’ll admit it is a cute suit - strapless, with little cutouts above and below a tie to the right of the center of my body. It’s pretty comfortable which I can get behind.

When Benny comes to pick me up, I’m already dress, new bathing suit on under a coverup that shows nothing of the suit under it. I’m still debating on leaving it on.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Benny leans down to kiss me and I chuckle into him.

“I haven’t even taken off my coverup.”

His eyes darken a few shades as he stares down at me. “Well I know what you look like under any bathing suit so it don’t much matter to me.”

“Benny!” I slap his arm playfully, hoping that the desire that spring to life at his words quells before we make it to Frankie’s.

We arrive at this beautiful home, white picket fence leading up to a wrap around porch, complete with porch swing. The house itself is a light blue with a bright red door and I swear it looks cut out of a magazine. Benny leads us inside and through the empty house, towards the backyard where I can see the pool and everyone lounging around and in it.

“Hey guys!” Benny yells as he slides the glass door open.

“Hey Benny!” A shorter man with salt and pepper colored hair gives him a hug before he sees me. “And you must be the girlfriend he won’t shut up about.”

“That’s me!” I stick my hand out to shake his but he smirks and pulls me in for a hug instead.

“Oh no. We’re hugging, hermosa.”

“Alright alright. Break it up.” Benny chuckles as Santi lets go of me.

He makes the rounds, introducing me to everyone there before Frankie tells us to settle on some chairs as he was just getting the grill going. Benny leads me over to a couple of cushy looking lounge chairs and I set our bag down.

“Wanna play corn hole, Ben?” His brother Will yells to him from the yard. “Bring your girl!”

Benny looks at me, eyebrows raised in question. “Wanna play?”

“Sure!”

Will I knew, having met him just a couple weeks into dating Benny. He’s nearly the complete opposite, organized and rigid, obsessed with numbers. But he’s also nice and really cares about his brother and his friends. He must have made a great soldier.

Will sets up the game and hands us some bags, holding a beer in one hand as he takes the first throw. We play and chat for a while, Santi coming over to join in and even Frankie gets to toss a few bags inbetween checking the grill. I’m having such a great time despite the sun completely baring down on us, no cover on this saide of the yard. My sun hat only blocks out so much and after about 40 minutes, we’re all too sweaty to continue.

“Pool time!” Santi yells, shedding his shirt as he runs to the pool, Benny and Will close on his heels.

“Food will be ready soon!” Frankie yells from the grill.

I head back over to our chair and hesitate. I am pretty hot and the pool would help to cool me down quickly, but that would mean removing my coverup in front of everyone.

“Come on in, sweetheart!” Benny manages to yell before chucking a water ball at Santi’s head.

It’s ok. Just take off the coverup and go in the pool. Yalissa assured me that I look good in this one. It’ll be fine. I grip the bottom of my coverup and lift it over me, gently folding it and setting it on the chair. I turn and head to the shallow end of the pool where the steps are, gripping the railing to step in. Benny sloshes through the water to get to me, his eyes roaming up and down my body as he extends his hand to me.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“You have to say that.”

“I don’t have to say shit. I mean it.”

He gives me a kiss and Santi whistles. “Get a room!”

Benny breaks the kiss but his eyes remain on me as I take the water ball from his hand and chuck it at Santi, smacking him squarely in the face. Loud laughter erupts from all the men, even Santi who was wiping water from his face as Benny whoops, fist pumping in the air.

“That’s my girl! She’s on my team!”

We pair off, us against Will and Santi, trying to pelt each other with water balls. Benny is always near me, placing his hand on my back or arm, constantly touching me as if to silently ask if I’m ok while simultaneously telling me I’m ok, that I’m safe here.

“Ok ok time out!” I call. “Bathroom break!”

I leave the pool and towel myself off, winking at Benny as he watches me. I walk past Frankie and he tells me the bathroom is down the hall, first door on the right. I use the bathroom and wash my hands, turning off the sink and look at myself in the mirror. Ok fine, Yalissa was right - this suit did fit me pretty well. I just won’t be doing any competitive swimming in it with the sleeveless top, but it does hug my curves well. I open the door and Benny is there, his eyes dark as the sea on a stormy day. Before I can speak he kisses me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth as he walks me backwards, kicking the door closed behind him. He kisses a path to my neck, each connection of his lips increasing the fire that sprang to life between my legs the moment he put his lips on mine.

“Benny,” I moan out as he pushes my hips into the counter, his hands trying to touch every part of me.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, sweetheart,” He moans into my neck, his hot breath fanning out across my jaw. I feel his hand on my boob as his thumb swipes over my clothed nipple, and fuck does that feel good.

“Hate myself in a bathing suit,” I’m practically panting at this point and the only way I know he heard me is because he stops, pulling back and catching my gaze with his baby blues, which were now as dark as the sea on a stormy day.

“You’re fuckin’ sexy as hell.”

I scoff. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Is that a twinkle in his eyes?

He grips my hips and spins me so I’m facing the counter. His legs kicks mine apart and I feel him drag his fingers across my clothed cunt and I moan his name, feeling how wet I’m getting. He dips a finger inside my bathing suit and pushes into me and fuck do I need him now.

“So wet for me already, sweetheart? Want me to fuck you in this bathroom?”

“Oh fuck yes!”

He fumbles with his shorts but then he’s there, moving aside my bathing suit while pushing my back down so I’m nearly flush with the counter as he thrusts inside me, lighting me up as he taps that spot at the back of me that only he can. He slowly pulls out of me and back in a few times, letting me feel every ridge and inch of his skin before he leans over me, crowding me with his body that I can never get enough of.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this sink and you’re gonna watch. I want you to see how sexy you are, even when taking my cock.”

He pulls me up so I’m leaning up enough to look in the mirror, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter on either side. He reaches forward and pulls my top down, my boobs popping out. He massages them for a minute before he grips my hips, thrusting into me at a rough pace, my hips slamming into the counter edge. It digs into my stomach but I am so far from caring. When Benny fucks, he fucks and I’m just along for the ride. I’m watching him, his hair still wet from the pool, small pieces of it falling forward into his face, his mouth open and panting, sometimes gritting his teeth before he lets out a moan and fuck does the sounds that come from him turn me on more.

“Look at yourself. Look at what you do to me. I can’t even wait - had to..nghhh..have you before we even left.”

“Oh shit!” I know I’m close, I can feel my orgasm building faster and faster. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and I definitely look like a fucked out mess - boobs sliding back and forth across the counter, my wet hair sticking to my skin, my fingers digging into the sides of the counter. My mouth is open, like I’m silently screaming “Oh” over and over again. But then I glance back up at Benny and the expression on his face as he watches me, with such admiration and desire, a need to be with me, in me, around me overwhelming him. It’s too much and I come, screaming his name as he covers my mouth, thrusting into me a few more times before coming himself, grunting out his release. It’s all heavy breathing as I collapse onto the counter, feeling him soften inside me as he pulls out with a hiss.

“Hang on a sec, sweetheart. I’m gonna clean you up.”

He wets a cloth and moves my suit aside again. I feel a cold, wet washcloth pressed to my core and I whimper, my legs twitching as he slides it around my sensitive cunt.

“Ssshh I know sweetheart, I know. But I gotta clean you up.”

He finishes quickly, drying off my legs with another cloth before tossing them both into the hamper that was in there.

“Benny. We can’t just leave that here.”

“What? It’s laundry.” He shrugs and I know there’s no getting through to him. Plus I’m way too fucked out to really care.

“You’re amazing.”

He smiles down at me and pulls me close, kissing me gently before pulling back. “You’re amazinger.”

If any of the men noticed my limping they didn’t say anything but I swear I saw Santi give Benny a knowing smirk.

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