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raspberrybesitos · 1 year ago

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birthday girl | frankie morales x plus size latina reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~3.5k

Summary: It’s your birthday, and Frankie celebrates his favorite girl.

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all!!!), oral (f receiving), fluff, pet names (princesa, bebita, querida, hermosa, baby, etc), Frankie being in love, slightest hint of insecure reader, reader is female, reader is plus sized, reader is Latina, but no mention of hair type/skin color/height, reader understands Spanish, NO USE OF Y/N, translations available at the end.

A/N: it’s my birthday meaning this is completely 100% self-indulgent lol no other reason behind this. i wrote it with me (a plus size latina) in mind, but i hope you can still find relatability in it! y’all know Frankie is one of my favorite P boys, and i’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. shoutout to @mandoisapunk for hyping me up to post this one ilysm <333 anyway, happy frankie friday!! i hope y’all enjoy!! i’m off to pamper myself, then get plastered at the club 🪩💃 this was written very quickly. not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀��

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Daylight peeks through the blinds, bleeding through the curtains. A gloomy morning, typical around this time of year. Stirring in the sheets, you feel around for your boyfriend. Instead, you’re met with cold sheets on his unmade side of the bed.

He must’ve been up a while ago.

You swipe your phone from your nightstand, catching a glimpse at the time while unlocking it.

10am. He’s definitely been up for a while.

Frankie is an early riser, waking with the sun. While you prefer to sleep in as much as you can, being a night owl and borderline insomniac.

Rubbing your eyes, you scroll and respond to the birthday texts you received throughout your sleep. A few missed calls, you make note to call them back later.

Sitting up, you stretch and let out a yawn. The urge to crawl back under the covers grows strong as the chilly air hits your skin. Just as you’re about to get out of bed, you hear those unmistakable footsteps.

The door gently swings open, there stands your Frankie - beaming with a tray in hand.

“Happy birthday, hermosa,” he says through his dopey grin as he walks towards the bed, balancing your breakfast. You let out a soft hum, touched by the sweet gesture.

“Babyyy, you didn’t.”

“But I did. And I don’t want to hear any complaints, it’s your day, let me spoil you.”

“But you always sp-,”

“Ah ah! Let me spoil you, bebita. It’s what you deserve. I even made your favorite,” he says, setting the tray down in front of you. A tiny gasp bubbles over your lips.

“Frankieeee,” you whine, bottom lip jutted out as tears well in your eyes.

It’s a simple meal, nothing extravagant, but not one you make too often with how time consuming it can be. Your favorite childhood breakfast - chorizo con huevo y frijoles and homemade tortillas - one your abuelita would cook on the mornings you went to her house as a little girl.

You’d told him about it one morning when he found you downstairs making tortillas from scratch to go with breakfast. A labor of love from both of you, as you taught him the same way your abuelita had shown you - a way to honor her legacy.

He remembered.

“You remembered,” you whisper, voice wobbly as you’re overwhelmed with the simple, sweet gesture. Glossy eyes meeting his soft gaze.

“Of course, baby. I remember everything you tell me,” he says, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your head.

“How did you make the tortillas?” you ask.

He chuckles, sitting down beside you.

“I told you, I remember everything you tell me,” he says while fishing out a crumpled up index card and placing it in your hands. It’s got all your abuelita’s instructions, measurements, and ingredients scribbled on it in his chicken scratch.

He’d written everything down.

“Wrote it all down after that morning. It took some trial and error, and they’re nowhere near as perfect as yours and your abuelita’s, but…”

“I- Frankie…” you sigh, tears pricking your eyes as you’re nearly rendered speechless. Cupping his face softly in one hand.

“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you,” you sniff, a stray tear cascading down your cheek as you smile at him through watery eyes.

He swipes his thumb on your cheek, wiping away your tear.

“Of course, baby.”

You capture his lips in a languid, sweet kiss. Sighing into each other as you wrap a hand around his neck, carding your fingers through his hair. Frankie cupping the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

Parting for air, he rests his forehead against yours - toothy grins adorning your faces.

“Come on, princesa. Eat before it gets cold.”

The two of you share breakfast in bed before getting ready for the day.

Frankie spends the rest of the day spoiling you - taking you to a surprise nail appointment he’d booked. He’d headed home unbeknownst to you, setting up something else.

He picked you up, and the two of you landed in Barnes & Noble. Letting you go rampant, Frankie bought every book you wanted. He’d tucked them away safely in his trunk, reminding himself to take them out in the morning. You’d both decided to grab some dinner before heading out to the bars with some friends.

The bars are loud, particularly this karaoke bar. Although he despises karaoke, his love for you trumps his disdain. Seeing you sing your heart out on stage with your friends - the people who always show up for you - makes his heart swell. Your happiness is his.

Frankie nurses a glass of whiskey the entire night, allowing you to have your fun with everyone. He can sense your exhaustion, your telltale yawn is his silent cue that it’s time to call it a night.

Bidding everyone good night, you and Frankie walk hand-in-hand to his truck. Heading home after a day well spent. Giddiness radiating from both of you on the drive home, excited to finally have some privacy.

You two could barely keep your hands off each other the second you stepped out of the truck. Both of you stumble into the house, giggling through the tender kisses. Frankie tosses the truck keys onto the table in the foyer and flicks on the lamp before cupping your face again. Both of you refuse to part for air as he attempts to stealthily guide you into the living room.

Something brushes against your head, making you break away and whip your head around. A soft gasp is punched from your lungs, your eyes glimmering at the sight in front of you.

Balloons hang throughout the living room leading into the kitchen as a bouquet of flowers sits on the coffee table. Frankie grabs your hand, pulling you out of your trance, weaving through the trail of balloons as he leads you into the kitchen. Tears well in your eyes at the gesture. A small cake in your favorite color sits on the table, next to a card and another vase of flowers - tulips specifically, your favorite flowers.

He fishes for a lighter in his pocket, showing you how prepared he was for this moment. Lighting the candles, he pulls you into his embrace, your back flushed against his chest.

“Surprise, princesa,” he whispers. A watery chuckle bubbles from within your chest, sniffling while he softly sings his own rendition of ‘happy birthday’ in your ear as he sways you side to side. The glow from the candles illuminating the blinding smile on your face.

“Make a wish, birthday girl,” he whispers, placing a tender kiss to the shell of your ear.

You close your eyes, wishing for this love, this life with him for eternity. Leaning forward slightly, you blow out the candles before falling back into Frankie’s arms. He gives you a gentle squeeze before turning you around to face him.

Gently kissing you, you yelp in surprise when he swipes frosting on your nose.

“Couldn’t resist, sorry, bebita. Que le muerda,” he says with a wink. Playfully scolding him, you reach behind you to scoop frosting on your fingers and smear it on his cheek.

Frankie smirks, “Oh you think that’s funny?” You nod, snickering as you lick your fingers. He reaches for the cake, gathering more frosting on his fingers. Smearing it all along your lips and chin, you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Normally, you hate the tradition of taking a bite of the cake - it usually leads to having your whole face smashed into it, makeup ruined. But with Frankie, it’s not done with malice, not done to embarass you. It’s playful, fun - like the life you’ve built with each other.

Before you can retaliate, Frankie swoops in and slots your lips together. The sugar from the frosting combined with the glass of whiskey he had at the bar makes for a full-bodied kiss. Giggling like a pair of school kids, you and Frankie clean each other up with some paper towels.

"You missed a spot, bebita," he says, gesturing to the bottom of your lip.

"Oh!" You swipe your lip. "Did I get it?"

He grins. "Almost. Let me help you, hermosa," he says before crashing his lips onto yours.

Shared laughter resumes as he guides you into the living room, never letting your lips part. He accidentally bumps into the coffee table as he moves onto the couch. He smiles into the kiss as you laugh at his clumsiness. He plops down, grabbing your hips and tugging you onto his lap.

His large, rough hands squeezing your plush thighs before giving your ass a firm squeeze. Eliciting a surprised hum from you, you part from him with heavy eyes and a dopey smile. Frankie mirroring your expression.

“You have a good day today, baby?” He asks softly, timidly awaiting your answer.

You fervently nod. “The best. Thank you so much, baby - for this, for everything.” You say, gesturing to his hard work.

“Of course, bebita. Least I could do,” he rasps against your skin, littering kisses along your neck. A content sigh leaves your lips, basking in the love he showers you in daily.

“Baby?”

He hums in response.

“When did you find the time to even do all this?” You ask, carding your fingers through his hair as you straddle him, his lips still connected to your throat. He lifts his head, locking eyes with you.

“Did it all this afternoon while you got your nails done. I bought all the balloons and blew ‘em up on my lunch break yesterday and just kept ‘em all at work. The flowers, I went right after I dropped you off at your appointment to get them before I went to pick up the balloons and your cake from my fridge at work. Knew I could surprise you one day,” he explains with a wink.

You feel your heart grow 10 sizes bigger, a swarm of butterflies flutter throughout your tummy.

He’d done all this for you.

Tears sting your eyes again, a soft smile on your face - one only reserved for him.

“Frankie,” you whine in protest, your gaze shifting to the side as guilt floods you.

As if he can read your mind, Frankie grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Uh uh. I don’t want to hear it. I wanted to do this for you. It’s your special day. Now I know this day isn’t the easiest for you, but I want to make it easy. I want to make everyday easy, the same way you make loving easy. You deserve the whole world and more. And I’ll work everyday to give it to you. Let me celebrate my favorite day, my perfect girl. Because on this day those years ago, the world got brighter. And 2 years ago, my world did too.”

Overwhelmed by his devotion, you shamelessly let your tears fall. Love seeping from your eyes and onto your cheeks, Frankie draws you in gently. Kissing you with such tenderness, cradling your face as if you were the most delicate diamond in the universe, your cheeks wetting his. He pulls back, swiping those tears, mirroring each other's small smiles.

“I love you, bebita,” he says, his voice hushed and husky.

“I love you too, Frankie. Thank you for today, for all of this, baby. This was the best birthday I’ve ever had, all thanks to you. You always make me feel so loved, and I hope you know just how much I love you. Eres el amor de mi vida,” you choke out.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything and everything for you, princesa. Loving you is the easiest thing in the world. I do know how much you love me, you show me everyday, bebita. I’ve got you, baby. Always. Eres mi amor, mi luz, mi vida, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. Eres mi todo. Te amo mucho, con todo mi corazón, bebita,” he whispers against your lips.

Melding your lips together, your combined hums ring in the air as you vehemently consume one another.

He shifts his grip to your thighs, tightening his hold on you as he rises to his feet.

“Frankie, stop! I’m too heavy, you’re gonna hurt your back!” You yelp as he carries you up the stairs, the whispers of insecurity creep into your head.

“Hush, bebita. My back is fine. I’ve never thrown it out any of those other times I carried you before, and I’m not about to start now. You’re never too heavy. ‘Sides, how many times have I tossed your sexy ass around in bed? Hm?” He asks as he turns the corner, leading you to your shared room.

He immediately rids your mind of any insecurities as he’s met with your silence. Bashfulness coursing through your veins as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck..

“Exactly. That's what I thought,” he says as he kicks the door open, tossing you onto the bed. You yelp as you bounce in the air, Frankie’s pupils dilate - blown black and wide.

Your head resting on a pillow with dress ridden up your thighs, exposing your panties to him as your breasts nearly spill over the low neckline.

He pulls your shoes off, his following suit as tosses them off to the side. Snaking his hands up your thighs, he grabs the hem of your tights.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he warns before yanking them down, tearing them in the process. It’s unbelievably feral, how swiftly he ripped the tights in two. You gasp as another wave of arousal pools in between your thighs.

He hovers over you, hands trailing up your tummy and cupping your breasts. He captures your lips in his, patience thrown to the wind as his tongue invades your mouth. Sucking in your bottom lip between his teeth, you moan as he bites down. The slight sting only sending more slick to seep from your weeping cunt.

You eagerly fumble with the hem of his shirt as you moan into his mouth. His chest rumbles with a small chuckle, before parting from your lips. He quickly yanks it over his head and tosses it to the floor, refocusing on your lips.

He snakes his hands down to your waist where your dress is bunched up. Slowly raking it up your body, you lift yourself up so he can pull it off you. Frankie licks his lips. He knew you’d been wearing one of his favorite lacy bras, but it’s such a sight for him every time.

Sloppy kisses are exchanged while he slickly maneuvers to unhook your bra, lifting you slightly and discarding it on the floor. He kisses down your bare breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth while he fiddles with his belt. Frankie releases your nipple with a lewd pop and shucks off his jeans and briefs, his hard cock throbbing.

Both of you bared naked, on display for each other.

“So fucking beautiful, baby. The most beautiful woman on Earth,” he rasps, nearly to himself.

Heat radiates throughout your body, your heartbeat thrumming in your ears and a fire simmering in your belly as he slides down to position himself in front of your bare sex.

Frankie insatiably licks his lips, feasting his eyes on your glistening folds. As if he’s about to devour the finest meal. He peppers kisses along your soft thighs, making you twitch under his grasp.

Your clit throbs, aching for attention. Whining, your hips buck up into his face as he presses a tender kiss to your mound.

“I got you, bebita,” he whispers against your core. He dives in, tongue licking languid stripes up your folds. Frankie groans at the taste, something he’ll never get enough of.

Flicking your clit combined with the vibrations of his groans draws out a high-pitched moan from you, your head sinking further into the pillow. His tongue prods your entrance, slurping up your slick.

“S-so fucking good, Frankie. A-always so f-fucking good to me,” you keen as the flames in your belly fan into a fully-fledged fire. Panting and whimpering, you squirm beneath his hold as he relentlessly flicks your pearl.

He grips your thighs tighter as he suckles your clit between his lips, humming into you. Stars burst behind your eyes as you're engulfed by your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, Frankie! I’m gonna-,”

You're cut off by a never-ending stream of moans, babbling incoherently about how good Frankie is. Tugging on his hair as you fall over the edge.

He lets out an animalistic groan as he laps at your slick, slurping up every last drop. Savoring the tangy sweetness seeping from your aching cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste. He takes great pleasure in getting you off.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body, glistening in the warm glow of the room. Frankie presses a chaste kiss to your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before towering over you.

Your eyes heavy and glossed over with bliss. Whimpering into him as he presses his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Sweeter than any fucking cake, bebita,” he jokes, getting a giggle out of you. You bring him down to meet your lips again. Humming as you feel his hard length graze against your bare sex.

Precum weeps from his tip, lightly smearing on your mound. A soft moan slips from you as Frankie lines his cock up with your pussy. He swirls the tip around your mound, gathering your slick on his cock as he teasingly prods your entrance.

“Frankieee, please. Need you inside me,” you whine, rutting your hips seeking relief.

“Relax, hermosa. Like I said, I got you.”

He slowly slips inside, your dripping pussy welcoming him in with ease. Your walls flutter around him, adjusting to his size. Moaning in tandem as he slides home, bottoming out. He’s so big, he’s already kissing your cervix.

You clench around him, panting as the sting from the stretch of his cock morphs into pleasure. Frankie lets out a moan, huffing as he tries to keep his composure.

“Don’t do that, baby. Or else it’ll be over before it even started,” he grunts above you.

“Then how about you fuck me, Morales? ‘S my birthday, I want you - need you, baby,” you whine.

“Oh I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna have you fucking stumbling all over the place after this,” he slurs, nearly drunk on just being inside your warm walls.

Without preamble, he swiftly draws his hips back before slamming into you. You unabashedly scream, not caring that your neighbors will probably hear you.

Your noises drive Frankie wild, spurring him on to bring you to your orgasm. His pace picks up, unrelenting as he cants his hips into yours - pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust as he hovers above you.

His chest brushes against yours as his thrusts grow sloppy.

“Feel good, bebita? Huh? Feel me here, in your stomach?” He taunts, pressing down on your stomach as he punches your g-spot. The added pressure makes the coil in your belly tighten, burning white hot as he fucks in and out of you.

“Answer me, baby,” he growls against your lips, the angle he’s at hitting that spot just right.

“Y-Yes, Frankie! Feels s-sooo fucking g-good! Gonna feel you for d-days,” you shriek, hiccupping as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Squeezing around him as your second orgasm rapidly approaches.

“That’s right, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. I could live between these fucking thighs. Like you were made for me,” he babbles, moaning as you clench around him.

“Made for you, Frankie. Only you,” you whisper, the air being punched from your lungs with every thrust.

“Cum for me, bebita. Dámelo, wanna see your gorgeous face when you soak my cock. Come on, baby,” he grunts, holding out on his orgasm - set on making you cum first.

His words toss you over the edge. The coil snapping in your belly as you writhe beneath him, riding out your orgasm, gushing all over his cock.

“Fuck yes, bebita. Good girl, good fucking girl,” Frankie grits as he continues to fuck you through your high. His own orgasm not far behind.

“Cum, Frankie, f-fill me up, baby, please!” You beg breathlessly as you come down from your high.

He moans, chasing his high as he ruts into you. Moaning in tandem as he fills you with his load. Both of you sticky and clammy, covered in sweat and cum. He topples over you, caging you in between his broad biceps.

Small lingering kisses trail along your neck as you bask in each other's proximity and warmth. The post-coital bliss sinking in. You wrap your arms around his taut back, running your fingers through his disheveled curls.

“Love you so much, Frankie," you whisper into his ear.

“Love you so much more, princesa."

Translations:

Que le muerda - bite it

Eres el amor de mi vida - you are the love of my life

Eres mi amor, mi luz, mi vida, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. - you are my love, my light, my light, my moon and all my stars. You are my everything

Eres mi todo - you are my everything

Te amo mucho, con todo mi corazón, bebita - I love you so much, with all my heart, baby girl.

Dámelo - give it to me

hehehehe can you tell Frankie is rotting my brain?

this was definitely my most vulnerable piece yet, as it contains aspects authentic to me so i was very nervy to post. like i said, i hope you found some relatability, and enjoyed!

anyway, happy frankie friday!! thank you so much for reading!! 🩷

tag list: @nostalxgic @sweetercalypso @undrthelights @gracieheartspedro @sapphic-gardn @bastardmandennis @party-hearses @tinygarbage @mandoisapunk @pedrostories @harriedandharassed

#happy frankie friday #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x plus size reader #frankie morales x latina reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x female reader #frankie morales x oc #frankie morales #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales smut #frankie morales fic #frankie morales fanfiction

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pascalpvnk · 11 months ago

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december & january fic recs list

hello! welcome to the second installment of my end of the month(ish) fic recs posts :) listed in no particular order, just as each fic was read! [once again, if your fic has found a cozy home on my tbr blog, don't fret! i will work through each one slowly but surely xx (divider by @saradika-graphics)

important post regarding TLOU + Neil Druckmann’s Zionism!!

heed all warnings according to each fic. if there's something on here that isn't your cup of tea and you don't want to read it, then scroll past. thank you!

fic rec masterlist // main masterlist

a * denotes smut (18+ MDNI!!)

drabbles

untitled [joel cares for you when you're ill] - @undercoverpena (soft!joel miller x reader) snooze - @tightjeansjavi (joel miller x f!reader) untitled [first date arm appreciation] - @softlyspector (joel miller x f!reader)

oneshots

Joel Miller

sweet thing* - @honeyedmiller (jackson!joel x sunshine!f!reader) study days with joel* - @bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) joel nye, the science guy* - @endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) love shack - @pascalispretty (joel miller x gn!reader) do you like it here?* - @/endlessthxxghts (joel miller x afab!reader) a burning desire - @/honeyedmiller (firefighter!joel miller x f!reader) hiraeth* - @/honeyedmiller (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) ripe* - @hier--soir (preoutbreak!joel miller x f!reader) teacher's pet* - @javiscigarette (joel miller x virgin!f!reader) the way he was - @cavillscurls (joel miller x reader) a lesson in condom sense* - @joeloverture (dbf!joel miller x f!reader) softness - @joelsgreys (post outbreak!joel miller x f!reader) texas hold 'em* - @sweetercalypso (joel miller x f!reader) yellow bird* [from whiskey sour universe] - @kiwisbell (joel miller x f!reader) sick days with joel miller - @/bearsbeetsbeskar (joel miller x f!reader) caught the bug - @mrsmando (joel miller x f!reader) warm me up* - @/tightjeansjavi (game!joel miller x f!reader) your heart, a sonnet - @kedsandtubesocks (author!joel miller x f!reader) will you show me?* - @eupheme (no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess) untitled request [body insecurity comfort] - @forever-rogue (joel miller x f!reader) like nothing matters* - @sp00kymulderr (joel miller x afab!reader) yours and mine, mine and yours - @morallyinept (no-outbreak!joel miller x pregnant!afab!reader) untitled* [body worship] - @/softlyspector (joel miller x afab!reader)

Frankie Morales

sweet treat [part I // part II] - @/mrsmando (sweet!frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) worship* - @/tightjeansjavi (frankie morales x f!reader) birthday girl* - @ilovepedro (frankie morales x plus-size!latina!f!reader) pickup truck* - @luxurychristmaspudding (frankie morales x f!reader) end up here* - @inthe-dark-tonight (frankie morales x f!reader) hungry* - @/endlessthxxghts (frankie morales x f!reader) stalemate* - @joelscurls (frankie morales x f!reader)

Javier Peña

use me* - @palioom (javier peña x f!reader) knead - @/tightjeansjavi (javier peña x f!reader) nights are so starry, blood moonlit* - @janaispunk (javier peña x f!reader)

Misc.

blue jean baby* - @fettuccin-e (agent whiskey x afab!fem!reader) peeta mellark: your loser boyfriend* - @zombatss (peeta mellark x afab!reader) more than friends* - @gracieheartspedro (best friend!ellie williams x f!reader) let me be needed* - @/luxurychristmaspudding (din djarin x f!sex worker!reader)

series

i know it when i see it* [part six*] - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader) catfish* - @/tightjeansjavi (fisherman!frankie morales x bartender!reader) cherry thrill* [lights*] - @hellishjoel (tattoo artist!daddy dom!joel miller x virgin!sub!f!reader) the checklist* [hot & cold* // take my breath away* // what's in the bag*] - @thetriumphantpanda (joel miller x f!reader) your needs, my needs - @/gracieheartspedro (cowboy!joel miller x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :') i was having so many formatting issues lmao. thank you all for sharing your wonderful fics xx

#pascalpvnk fic recs #my talented moots <3 #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

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softstarlite · 1 year ago

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Here are some fics that I really love!! <3

(I add more when I remember others or read new ones)

I also invite you to check my masterlist and read my stuff <3

Divider by @saradika-graphics and banner by me

Narcos

Javier Peña

Learning to live by @wheresarizona (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

The crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (series)

Javier Peña x OFC!Isabel

Deja vú by @ilovepedro (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Old habits die hard by @liltangerineart (series)

Javier Peña x latina f!reader

Take the weight off his shoulders by @thetriumphantpanda (series)

dbf!Javier Peña x f!reader

Late night texts by @undercoverpena (series)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Jealous of your love by @chloeangelic (one-shot)

Javier Peña x f!reader

Anytime by @undercoverpena (one-shot)

Javier Peña x f!reader

The Bubble

Dieter Bravo

Sweet Creature by @wildemaven (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

I'll never fall in love again by @oonajaeadira (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Cherry by @sp00kymulderr (series)

Dieter Bravo x f!reader x f!OC

Triple Frontier

Benny Miller

Wild Love by @wildemaven (series)

Benny Miller x single mom!reader

Frankie Morales

Learning curves by @ezrasbirdie (series)

Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Hate me by @theewokingdead (one shot)

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Breaking free by @theewokingdead (one-shot)

Frankie Morales x plus size f!reader

Hungry by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (one-shot)

Frankie Morales x reader

Catalyst by @ezrasbirdie (series)

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Joel Miller

The book of love by @undercoverpena

Frankie Morales x f!reader (Bookshop AU)

Santiago Garcia

If you wanna be wild by @romanarose (series)

Santi Garcia x f!reader x Javier Peña

All triple frontier boys

Awakening by @romanarose (series) triple

Frontier boys x f!reader

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

To the rescue by @romanarose (one-shot)

Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Love me back by @chloeangelic (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rendezvous by @chloeangelic (series)

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Belong to me by @chloeangelic (series)

Line cook!Joel Miller x waitress reader

Reflection of the moon by @chloeangelic (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

(I just really love how Chloe writes Joel)

I know it when I see it by @bageldaddy (series)

pornstar!joel miller x f!reader

Lacy by @toxic-seduction (one-shot)

Joel Miller x f!reader

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls (one-shot)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Breakout by @the-ginger-hedge-witch (series)

Boxer!Joel Miller x f!reader

Strawberry wine by @pedrito-friskito (series)

Joel Miller x f!OC

Your summer dream by @swiftispunk (series)

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Dog Days by @pimosworld

Tommy Miller

Joel Miller x f!reader

Sweet Child O'Mine by @bageldaddy (series)

Joel Miller x f!reader

Wrong place, right time by @proxima-writes (one-shot)

Tommy Miller x waitressf!reader

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romanarose · 1 year ago

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RomanaRose's Best-Of

Hi!!!! I got a post coming out with my favorite series from others, but I wanted to do a bit with what I think is the best of my work this year <3

This is strictly for this account, my dark account @romana-after-dark will have her own.

Best Series

Honestly series are where I shine I think. Still, If You Wanna Be Wild with Santiago Garcia x Latina reader x Javier Pena just tops it. I'm working on it still with my precious co-writer, my beloved @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction but it explores a lot about repressed sexuality, repressed bisexuality, emotional incest, commitment issues, protective vs. possessive, and tenderness. Oh yeah, and they fuck nasty.

Best one shot

Hands down Boys of Summer. I know FishBen isn't a popular TF ship but those are my babies. This massive fic follows Benny Miller and Frankie Morales through a series of summers from when they meet as teens to finally coming together on the Andes, and the hardships and love in between.

Underrated fic

Secret's Out! IDK I thought it was a fun one! You're brother is best friends with Marc and you keep your relationship secret thinking he'll be mad at Marc, but that's not quite it. It's just a goofy fun thing.

Overratted fic

I'll be real, I don't think Take It All was my best work, although I'm glad everyone agreed it's time for more balls in fanfiction. Still, it just came ot during the height of the Miguel fandom so it went off.

Collab <3

As I mentioned above, I wrote IYWBW with my dearest Fen, which has been SO FUN!!! But I'm also lucky enough to have written Honest Mistake with the lovely @missdictatorme !! we had SO MUCH FUN!!!! IN FACT, enough fun we're hoping to write a part 2 <3

New blorbos

Joel Miller obvious takes the cake, with a bunch of fics like Lover of the Light and Darkness on the Edge of Town occassionally featuring his v handsome brother

Tommy Miller hasn't seen much smut on this side of my blogs, but he was in my holiday DBF series, instalment, Yes, Uncle Tommy?

William Miller, another Miller but no relation to the above. It's no secret I always loved all my TF boys, but this year has been a YEAR for Will! After his parts in Awakening endeared him to me (and Dolli) he got a few one shots like my Will x single mom!reader, He Didn't Have to Be, and his own series, For The Longest Time

Full post with how much I love all my tumblr besties will come, but for now, I gotta get reader for sleepies bc i worked a 9 hour day no break no food lol its beddy bye

<3 you all!

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galactic-basic · 1 year ago

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—𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

kiss it better: joel miller x f!reader✨ sunflower ch. 2: joel miller x f!latina oc return the favour: din djarin x f!reader belladonna: detective tim rockford x f!cat burglar reader

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the other woman: frankie morales x f!reader tell it to me slowly: javier peña x f!reader here on bended knees: din djarin x f!reader

—𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

sit a little closer: javier peña x f!reader creature comforts: joel miller x f!reader

—𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧' 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐥𝐬

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freshlyrage · 2 years ago

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Running Like Water

Chapter 5

whats playing: Dark but Just a Game by Lana Del Rey

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues, first few chapters are flashbacks to high school, they WILL NOT be explicit just fluff.

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 6.9k

Javier walked your groggy body into your house.

Your mother didn’t bat an eye at it, you were still a kid in that manner, you slept in cars and like a little kid, you would have to be carried limp into the house because when you were out… well you were out.

Frankie came out of his room when Javier helped you to your room. Making it a note to tell your mom to undress you. Javier’s heart was pounding afraid that what he had just done with you was written all over his face. So seeing his best friend just minutes after Javier felt his heart drop. He just had his best friends little sister whining into his mouth.

The noises you made, Javier couldn’t think straight. He so desperately wanted to know the other noises you’d make, when it wasn’t just a kiss. Javier was ready to make it more, he hadn’t really thought it through when his hands pulled your dress up. He had just wanted to feel your bare legs pressed against him.

He wanted to feel you, he knew he shouldn’t and he knew you deserved more than such a dirty touch in a parking lot but at the moment he would’ve given you anything you asked.

His chest falls at the sight of Frankie in his sleep pants and t shirt. A face of suspicion, Javier feels an instant sense of urgency to leave. “Hey…” Javier drags taking another look at your bedroom door.

Frankie narrows his eyes, “She drunk?”

Javier’s brows screw in disapproval. He’d never let that happen, not on his watch. “No, tired, you know how she is. Dead weight the second she closes her eyes.” He chuckles lowly, trying to hide whatever shame he felt in that moment. He’d kiss you again if he was given the opportunity, that he was sure of. He was also sure that he’d feel this guilty every time, especially facing your big bro.

Maybe you didn’t care to recognize it, because the two of you argued so much but Javier knew. You were Frankie’s baby sister, despite the closeness in age his protective bone was just at violent and irrational as Javier’s when it came to you.

Frankie trusts Javier, but not enough. “Alright man, thanks for looking after her.” He steps forward and grips his shoulder. Javier smiles and makes his way out of the house.

Despite a bubble of guilt in his stomach he drove down the road with a small smile. All night you were tempting him and you hadn’t known. That’s what drove him crazy. Your innocence, that despite having some experience with boys you still had no clue what you did to him. It started with your dress, he could tell you chose to wear a different kind of bra. He noticed when he drove you to the function, when the wind blew through your hair. You had sat next to him in his truck with a small blush, he wanted to pull over and go against all his morals.

Because it was wrong, there were a lot of things wrong.

He had just broken up with his girlfriend.

You were his best friends little sister

He knew he was leaving soon, and he hadn’t bothered to say

Then it was just walking into the party with you. He liked the eyes falling on you and quickly parting they realized it was Javier by your side. Javi would never say it out loud but he was definitely indoctrinated by the slightest bit of that machismo-esque thinking. His dad was a tough yet sensitive man so Javier turned out the same. And Javier not really growing up around women...he turned out pretty well. Though that flaw came through, that biting need to be a protected and provider. So he liked towering behind you, next to you or in front of you. You liked it too, maybe just as much as him.

You looked so pretty to Javi, so pretty. And in the first few minutes, maybe hour of the party he tried to fight that. Sitting in his chair thinking of leaving you behind, leaving Frankie and his dad. You weren’t helpless, he knew that. He knew that he could leave for twenty years and return to see you strong, happy and healthy. He thought about how different it would be if he came to visit after years, after you grow up-after the two of you grow up. He wonders if he could live with you being married with kids. Christ, that scared him. He looks to you as you lean over to speak to the boy with a shit eating grin.

He sat and thought of you and that boy starting a life. Javier was jealous of the way you giggled at all of his jokes. His jaw ticking when you leaned over and gripped Xavier’s hand with a giggle. Javier almost scoffed, then leaned back and tried to wash away those thoughts. It was when you had interpreted his jealousy as being annoyed by your presence that Javier desperately attempted to switch the air, make you happy to be with him even if it was just a night. Javier tried with the party favor that you found pretty, it made you laugh and that was enough. Your hand grazing up his thigh and the lower side of his belly went taut. Then it was the song, fucking Juan Gabriel, Javier never really danced at family events but he also got a kick out of embarrassing you. Your puerto rican ass being out of place in a dance floor of Mexican men and women who danced like it was their job.

Shamefully-well. Javier wanted to be close to you in a way that he knew was normal, at least in his culture. You dance with anyone, anyone. So there you were, Andrea tight up against Javier. How was he ever going to leave after that night, he wasn't sure.

Then Xavier ripped you from his aching hands and Javier could only sit and watch with a death glare. You dance with anyone, anyone. Fuck that, you were lucky that Javier didn't interrupt earlier, and to think he tried to imply that you had been some sort of home-wrecker. Tension in between his shoulder blades tightened so kissing you was the only way to release all of that. To free himself of the image of Xavier grazing his fingers up your ribs.

Oh god.

You used to rewatch Carrie reciting the words, you had your own copy that you hid from your mom because she said that movie was a “demonic mess”, there was some real irony about that. Maybe it was an unsettling choice but you loved it. You loved its way and display of religious shame, “And Eve was weak and loosed the raven on the world, and the raven was called Sin, and the first Sin was intercourse.” You were only twelve when you snuck into the theater, you replayed that scene of Margaret White over Carries tearful body, Margaret hitting her shaking daughter with the bible as she tells her that God punishes her with a period, with lustful thoughts. You decided it was your favorite movie. All of the things Carrie’s mother hated you loved, lust, sin, and a boy you shouldn't. Tempted by the anti-christ.

You replayed the movie in your head when you were bored. You thought of people like Margaret, people who saw all things beautiful and natural about a woman as a sin. You thought of all of your sin. You wrote gods name without capitalization, you were envious of Lorraine, you touched yourself in your bed at-. You replayed that, again and again, you pressed up on his truck, you replayed that in your head in those moments. You’d be breathless, cheek pressed into your pillow and your back stuck in its arched position. Lust, that’s a sin you were willing to take on.

The following morning you slept a lot, trying to maybe itch your brain to continue the make out session in your dream. You woke up officially at two in the afternoon, you were still on cloud 9, worked up. You almost considered walking or biking to Javier’s house and find out if he’d do it again with a clearer mind. Who were you fooling, you were far too shy for that.

You stayed in your room that day, walking to the mirror to see if anything had changed in your appearance. Nothing.

That Sunday you went shopping for food with your mama, you wanted to run into him. You wanted to tell someone that only two nights ago you kissed the boy you dreamt of. When you went home you twisted and turned in your sheets thinking of his lips elsewhere, dragging, licking. He held you up, you moved thinking of his grip. It was all enough, it was enough.

Monday you had class, you had a pep in your step. You bumped the ends of your hair, wore a fitting shirt, lip gloss that was on his lips. Frankie side eyed you before he drove the two of you off to school. You felt amazing, there weren’t doubts. You were good at doubting, every action even if it was obvious just never felt like enough, you could never be too sure. You never wanted to jump to a conclusion and think that this small touch is proof that he wants me. Or, he called me beautiful, he must be in love with me too. It wasn’t that simple.

A kiss, a groan, and a grab, that was simple. That was an answer.

No, it wasn’t him saying I’m in love with you Andrea. But it was an answer of wanting, he did it first, he physically pulled you into him, he moaned when you licked him, he lifted your dress above your knees. His hands were itching for more, that was an answer. Lust, who would deprive themselves from something that good. Whatever the more was, you were ready to give it.

You didn’t see him in school in the morning, you played it cool because it usually was this way. You really only saw him following your lunch break. You avoided Xavier in the halls, and Daniel. You were extra pippy around Monica, and she asked, “What’s up you hook up with Javier or something.”

Your heart fell to your ass but you just laugh loudly and call her an idiot. Spot on girlie.

You had two tests that day, school was coming to an end just next week. You loved that feeling, when the classrooms are so hot and everyone’s antsy to be literally anywhere else, when people were throwing so many parties you were sleeping in late even on a school night. Picking up yearbooks, cap and gown fittings, flip flops, shorts, spirit weeks, senior pranks and the cool teachers having end of year parties in class. There was that excitement bubbling in your stomach along with the thought of seeing Javier. You decided that it wasn’t going to be awkward because he was single. And you knew Javier, and he knew you.

You were kind of beat though, you hadn’t seen him all day but as you were locking away whatever you didn’t feel like carrying home you spotted him. Ten lockers down, back facing you. His broad figure never failed to confuse, he had only been two years older yet he felt truly like such a man, he stuck out like a sore thumb in the halls, especially being a junior at that.

Oh god, you were actually nervous then. You were blushing instantly, your stomach pitting at the thought of your hands flattening over his back. You shut the locker and swing your bag against your shoulder, walking, not too fast, don’t be too eager.

You get close enough to be heard over the dismissal chatter, “Javi,” You smile, get a grip Andrea. You watch the back of his head move, before he turns fully, his face drained of color at the sight of your smile, ear to ear.

His blonde companion mirroring your joyful expression. Your lips quirk in a frown, too quickly, very obviously. Javier is staring at you with a face of shame, embarrassment, regret, sadness. Oh and your stomach, it was in waves. Lorraine moved from behind him to next to him, her hand gently placed on his forearm. You stop once your close.

Had he lied? Had you really been a homewrecker that night? Had he just needed you as a reminder to get back with the better version. Were you bad? Regrettable, ugly, young, inexperienced, too much? It all coursed in your brain at that moment before Lorraine greets you.

“Andrea, oh my gosh you look so dolled up what’s the occasion?” Its innocent but so taunting in your head. Had she cheated for real? You couldn’t even be mad at the moment, not at her. Javier has the nerve to look down as she points it out, he knows why you looked this way. You hadn’t known that Javier was fighting back a rare display of emotions when he saw you smile so brightly. He always had those eyes, those big brown puppy dog eyes, so full of discomfort. Your chest rises and falls in a hiccup like breath, you can’t stand to look at him.

Teeth digging on the inside of your lip, “Oh, no occasion just had more time this morning.”

“Well, do you want Javier to drop you, you don’t mind right?” She leans into him and he nods. No. No.

“No, I have a ride, just wanted to say bye.” You exclaim with a shaky voice and hurry yourself from them. You felt Javier nearly reach for you as you left with quickness, you could even hear Lorraine ask a is she alright? Had you been the person Javier cheated with, was it Javi the whole time? You continued to chew on your inner lip to keep from crying as you exited the school building.

You thought that first week that Lorraine and Javier became an item would be the death of you. You had been so heartbroken. But this, nothing compared to this. If it weren’t for your mom barging into you room every morning, you probably would have hidden in your room that entire week. You still walked into school head strong despite your big teenage heart break. You were cordial with the two but not as friendly, Lorraine noticed. You waved at the two and went on your way, Javier’s eyes still so big and full of regret when he saw your aching fake smile. A handsome look too. His hair was getting longer, and facial hair itching to grow.

You walked home every day, your calves burning by the time you made it home. You had a desperate need by Thursday to get fucked up. You tried to tell yourself it was the weather, that perfect spring breeze when you walked home, it gave you that bubbling feeling to party. But you knew deep down you just wanted to find a way to forget this.

Officially it was Friday, a week had been a week since he kissed you. Those four days offered you a lot of time to doze, look off at a wall corner in class and just wonder. Had the kiss been a wake up call? Was he drinking more than you thought-you hadn’t tasted it on his lips. You had that sick feeling every day that maybe you were in the wrong, that Javi lied about Lorraine and he wanted to try you out that night. The kiss lingered still. As you convinced yourself that you were the other woman, you still couldn't help but replay the moment. The potential scandal.

Lick, he licked into you. A lick, you never knew you'd like that. You felt that warm bubble in your stomach when your mom picked up the prom pictures from Walgreens. She forced you in some of the pictures despite you not being old enough to attend. Javier like always found any way to hold you when taking pictures. You knew he was just being his normal affectionate self. But you began to reanalyze everything after your shared moment.

So you knew that you had to try to forget that. Warm weather, party.

You had been occasionally going to parties, actually every party you heard about- you were there. It was phase you got into around late march. And getting drunker than you should was a part of the ritual.

Drunk enough to have to avoid going home and facing your mama. In your drunken state you were always keen on finding Daniel and doing… stuff with him. You two had done all the basic teenager shit, anything you could that would still consider you a virgin when you walked out the room. You were waiting for something to feel good enough to kick Javier’s face out of your head. But you were doomed on that whole “forget Javi” plan since you made sure you were drunk and barely felt any of whatever Daniel would do to you in your pants. And, after a kiss from Javier you knew that it would take a lot to top it, you had been so willing to give all of yourself to him in that moment, the thought of Daniel trying to fuck you—well it almost made you laugh.

Still you kept your routine. You would hook up and then you’d cry drunk in Monica’s car on the way back to her house-she doesn’t drink because her family- “son todos alcohólicos.”

Friday, Junior (the senior with the big house 20 minutes- walking-from your own) threw a party for his girlfriend’s birthday which was intended to be a small get together, but word spread during 3rd period and Monica promised you a ride back to her house.

Mama would kill you if you ever walked into that house drunk, especially at 16.

You and Monica usually split during parties and since Liandra had been grounded for a week after her quince since her mom found a condom in her bedside drawer- she wasn’t there. Not like she’d stick around either. You didn’t mind it any more like you did earlier in the year, you would just make your way around the party and talk to people who would never say hi in the halls- then you’d look for Daniel.

You had spotted him around drink number four. Without a hello he asked you to follow him into a room. You followed with that drunken confidence you always seemed to have before actually getting down to the sexual part of the night. That’s when your nerves sober up. It was obviously Juniors parents’ office, bookshelves, scattered and open notebooks laid out on a desk. A couch mirroring it. It was like jackpot for him, his eyes lighting up and holding your hand to walk you to it.

As you sat Daniel started asking you about your week, but your drunken body and Javier laced mind practically pounced him. Half of it was because you were quite the horny drunk and the other half was not wanting to speak the details of your week because that meant Javi, Javi and Javi again. Daniel didn’t seem to mind as he fully accepted the weight of your body on top of his.

After maybe-4 minutes of sloppy drunk kissing- he trapped your wrist and moved your hand slowly to his pants. Those sober nerves kicked in because he hadn’t asked you to do anything to him, until now.

Fuck it, if I’m bad I could just say I was drunk and not performing at my best capability.

Obviously.

He pulled himself out and you continued on with what you thought was good. You had once sneaked a peak at a porn video Liandra had stolen from her brother, but all of that shit seemed so fake. And no one ever spoke to you about these things. It was a bit too taboo even in the year 1980. Not even Genie or Lorraine kissed and tell'd, they spared you of any details. Well besides prom night. You wondered if it had escalated to this last Friday, would Javier be okay with it being your first time. You felt like he’d teach you, tell you. Another part of you felt like it would be you that would be taken care of-that he wouldn’t be too keen on you giving, that he would take whatever time he could with what you wanted.

You moan into Daniel at the thought. After some movements and whines, you looked to him, and it seemed like he had no complaints. It was so dark in the room you honestly don’t think you got a full view of his penis, but you just know you didn’t need to do a lot of work.

A groan leaves his mouth for a second. Okay, you must be doing something right.

“Javier wouldn’t be too happy about this huh?” He mumbles. In an instant you felt like the party outside the door had gone silent. Your eyes flicking to his in the dark. The sound of the name that had been circling makes your movements stop immediately and despite your intoxication- your heart still slammed against your rib cage. Feeling like you had gotten caught getting yourself off at the thought of Daniel being him. His eyes widen at the reaction.

You back up on the couch frantically and wipe your hand on its leather profusely. Struggling to get words out, “Wh-why would you say that?” Your obsessive wiping continues, disgust running through your veins. Guilt is the biggest feeling that you could pinpoint in that exact moment, disgust was still there as you watched him urgently tuck himself into his pants muttering an apology.

I need to shower; I need to scrape my body raw.

“No- he- he just hates this- he hates us.” He stands quickly buttoning himself and reaching down to pull you from the couch, but you bring your knees to your chest and wave him away. “He gets crazy-when he hears about us”

Us? There is no us.

You almost want to bring your hand to cover your mouth in disgust but considering where it had just been-it was not going to help. “Whatever you think us is- it’s not.” You slur, standing up and adjusting the skirt you had on. Oh my god. “I have to go I’m sorry” You continue to wipe your hand on your skirt. You don’t even know why you apologized, he had been so out of line.

You turn to leave the room but he traps your hand, “Please Andrea, please don’t tell Javier-”

A face of confusion is what he’s met with when you snap your arm away, “Oh my god, ew” In a swift moment you open the door and rejoin the crowded party. Stumbling, still dazed and intoxicated. Javi had told you that he didn’t like Daniel and that he told Daniel not to talk about you in a nasty way but the way he begged you in that room…

He wasn’t telling you something.

Monica was pressed against a wall, her boyfriend at her side. You stumble to her, nearly falling before grabbing her arm. Her eyes widen, “Woah Andrea, are you okay.” She laughs and holds you up right. Your mouth waters with nausea, why did he say that? You shake your head.

You bite the inside of your lip and run a nervous hand through your loose hair. “I think I need to go home.” You nod trying to hold up your head, you swear you weren’t this drunk like 10 minutes ago. Monica gives you an empathetic and concerned look before shaking her head.

“I can’t take you back to my house, my dad said I can’t”

A devastated and very dramatic groan leaves your lips, “No- Monica I can’t go home like this, Frankie isn’t even home.” You say in a whine. You look around the room for any familiar faces of people who you would trust taking you back to their home but your eyes just fall back on who’s in front of you because that would be so dumb.

Monica still has a worried look on her face but then peers her head over your shoulder and points, “There’s a house phone over there, maybe you can call Javier?” She suggests and you swear you could feel the world cave beneath you.

“No!” You shout and she narrows her eyes, “No please I can’t he’ll kill me, oh my god he’s going to be so mad” Monica cuts you off by tugging your arm and dragging you to the closed off breakfast nook with a wall phone, tripping over your own feet in the process. You hadn’t even really had a conversation since Friday.

“You do no wrong in his eyes, what’s his number?” She murmurs, picking up the phone. You let out a large sigh before muttering the numbers you had memorized, shamefully. She keeps up with her motherly face of disapproval while dialing and shoving the phone into your ear. This night just couldn’t get more humiliating.

“Who is this?” Your stomach flips at the rasp of his voice, fuck you woke him. God, he sounds so sexy. “Hello?”

You blink quickly realizing you had just been undressing him in your head, “Sorry Javi-”

There is a sounds of bed springs and a thud in your ear, “Andrea?” His tone switch was all too familiar, it was his typical concerned voice- the voice he had with you 60 percent of your friendship. You would be crazy to not be incredibly turned-on at how quick he recognized your voice. Get a grip.

“Yes, I’m really sorry it’s so late- I’m just drunk-”

“Where are you?” The sound of shuffling comes through the phone, and you could hear the chord stretching, A pit of desire forms right in your stomach again. You hadn’t even noticed that Monica walked back to her boyfriend, she had full confidence that Javier would come get you at 2 in the morning.

“Junior’s house, it’s not too far from you, I can walk to your house.”

“Don’t. I’ll be there in a few, just wait outside.” He says before letting the line go dead.

Oh god, were you twirling this chord the whole time?

You looked up at the moonlit sky and prayed to God that this fresh air would sober you up before Javier comes. You were still feeling quite…stimulated. The sound of his voice and his worried and quick response through his grogginess. You hoped that god wasn’t watching you crossing your legs tightly for release on the front steps of the party.

The air was stagnant, and the only noise was the sound of music from in the house. It was peaceful, and it only gave you more time to think of Javier. Had he been shirtless in bed when you called- you swear you could hear him putting on a shirt. You never saw your mother in a relationship so you weren’t sure where you got this jealous nerve in your body. Christ, you have never fwlt bitter, That jealousy coursed through you with such force when Lorraine brought up how good he is in bed.

“Andrea” Daniels voice approaches you from behind, you uncross your legs quickly and turn- making your head spin. Yup, still drunk. He towers you in this position, your eyes looking up to him and him looking down. “I really am sorry; I didn’t mean to ruin the moment” He steps down to level with you as you sat. Bright lights from your left makes you turn quickly, Javier’s truck wheels crunching the gravel. Too many things going on at once for your drunk mind. Daniel doesn’t even pay mind to the car that just pulled in. You look to him with desperation to stop speaking, “No- we’re fine just please go back inside.” You urge, a slammed door ringing in your ears. Daniel still doesn’t notice, obviously he doesn’t because he grabs your face in his hands, rubbing your cheek affectionately.

Oh god.

Your face still being held by Daniels hands as you see Javier walk towards the house with his hands in his pockets, his expression hardening when he notices you sat on the steps and none other than Daniel standing above you, holding your face.

Javier’s hands part from the denim of his pants. You look back to Daniel and grip at his wrists which finally gets his attention. He looks at Javier’s broad figure approaching. And he steps away from you without fail, your hands falling in your lap. Jesus, you’re so drunk your head falls at the absence of his hands.

“Oh- Javier.” Daniel begins and Javier doesn’t even look to him but reaches down to grab you by my arm and pull you upright like a rag doll. His grip was possessive and strong as your feet struggled to do its sole job. He pulls you into his side, his familiar arm wrapping around your waist to hold you straight.

With his nostrils flared he looks to Daniel. And with a painfully stern voice he grits, “If you ever touch her again, I swear to god I’ll break your hands. Make sure you’ll never do it again.”

Your eyes jolt wide, and you watch Daniel’s startled reaction-like he was sure that Javier was going to swing at him. Javier kept his glare on him like if Daniel made one wrong step he would follow through with the threat. Javi’s strong jaw clenches before adjusting his grip on you.

Maybe you were twisted person for it but his words turned you on like no other. His intimidation had Daniel instantly turning and walking back up into the house party. Javi stands there and watches him stumble into the house; you almost feel bad for the drunk boy. You could only look up at Javier and he looks to you and sighs. “You okay?” He asks in a short breath and despite the alcohol fucking with your reaction time- you nod immediately. His brows crease at your urgency before he helps you down the driveway and lifts you into the passenger’s seat of his truck. Just the sight of Daniel touching you bothered Javier enough to threaten him. And it excited you, would he notice you pressing your legs together? Would you want him to notice?

He’s too much of a gentleman, he would never touch you in this state. Too much of a gentleman he wouldn’t-

Lorraine…

The reminder that he had a girlfriend popping into your head after practically getting off to his aggressiveness in the passengers seat of his car.

I’m such a bad person.

You lean your head on the dash and his hand instantly found your back, rubbing circles.

Not this, not when I’m this turned on. Not when he has touched you like this with his tongue in your mouth.

“Are you sure you’re okay.” He whispers, that rasp from just waking up still there. His rubs are taunting and gentle. God help me please.

You lean back and he moves his hand, placing it back in his lap. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry but I can’t go home like this.” You groan, your hands running over your face. You were rudely reminded that you had given Daniel a handjob not even thirty minutes ago and now you were sitting in your life long crush’s car asking for him to pick up your drunk pieces

Javier nods, “I know querida, I know.” He looks forward, staring at the house. Oh, we haven’t even started driving yet. “I can take you back to my place, I’ll sleep on the couch-take you home in the morning.” He yawns at the end of the sentence, rubbing his face.

There should be more panic in your body when he offers up his bed for you but you were still hung up on the nickname. Blushing immediately, you lean your head against the window. “Okay.”

With your approval he backs out the driveway. “I’m sorry for getting so mad at that kid- you just look like you didn’t want him grabbin’ on you like that.” He says, his eyes still focused on the road in front of the truck. You close your eyes tight, taking in the breeze from the cracked window.

I could fall asleep right here.

Open. “No, I’m not upset with you, was a little much though you know- him and I are hooking up.” You roll your head to the left to look at him, you mentioned it just to test where his mind was at. You watch his lips quirk into a frown and his jaw tighten.

“Yeah.” He mutters and the rest of the car ride is quiet.

The sound of the tires scraping the roads and wind passing causes you to nearly drift fully to sleep before being startled by the bumping entrance of his dad’s ranch.

You open the door when he shuts the car off but he stops you and gets out to get you down. His hands gripping the undersides of your arms while letting you out. Holding you upright again into the house. “How much did you drink Andrea?” He whispers before slowly closing the front door behind him, dropping his keys on the small wooden table at the hallway.

He walks you further into the house and eventually sits you on the brown couch, your head instantly leaning back. It stayed there, staring at the ceiling silently breathing through your nose while Javier shuffled around you and leaving the room for a few moments before returning.

He comes to the couch again and drops to his knees in front of you and your head snaps to look at what he’s doing. On his knees, he reaches to the left of you- hand on your knee- he grabs a pillow.

You give him a confused look but he puts the pillow on your lap, covering whatever you were exposing from your small skirt. Every move is so gentle as he looks down, avoiding any eye contact as he removes the boots you had on. Your hands twitch at your side, you so desperately wanted to run your hands through his hair in this position-him kneeling in front of you while he removed your shoes from your drunken body.

He stands before you do anything stupid. “Come on,” He reaches for your hands, and you take. It drove you crazy how his hands dwarfed your own. Your hands so small in his hold, he walks you to his dim lit room.

You hadn’t truly been in his room in two years. Things had changed. The poster of Cheryl Clad still above his bed, the wood paneling of his walls making the room much darker than it was. There were less posters and more pictures. A lot of him and Lorraine.

His body was a few feet behind you as you just stood and looked around. You didn’t just want to get on his bed- “You can go on the bed.” He cuts like he can read your mind.

Fuck I’m so glad he can’t read my mind.

You walk towards the bed and adjust yourself on the pillow he had just been laying on. It smelled just like him.

You look to him as he moved things around the room, grabbing sweatpants from his drawer and tossing it over his shoulder then bending down to search some more before grabbing a threadbare shirt. He sniffs it before tossing it at your head while you lay in his bed. “Really?” You groan before removing it.

Your eyes focusing on a new poster next to his Cheryl Clad one.

Houston Texas Police Department.

Your brows furrow. “Well, what do you think Chucho is going to say when I walk you out of the house in a skirt and tank top.” He asks light heartedly.You don’t pay mind to the fact that he wants you in his clothes. You just stare at the poster a bit longer, a sick feeling building in your stomach. You hold the shirt closer to your chest instinctively and turn to him again.

“Javi, when you train to be a cop- you’re going to be a cop here right? like in Laredo?” You ask, the poster obviously making you nervous. And the way his body stiffens doesn’t help shake that feeling. His hand grips the sweatpants that rested on his shoulder for a moment before shaking his head.

“Yeah, yeah.” He nods and opens the door fully. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

Your eyes scan to Cheryl Clad, “Javi.” You call and he stills and turns. Not answering but waiting for your questioning to continue. Drunken confidence. “When you kissed me… were you actually broken up with Lorraine?”

The lines between his brows deepen and he opens his mouth to speak but shuts it. Like he had a lot to say and little time. He presses his lips together and nods. “Yeah, we were broken up.”

A small breath dies in your throat and you feel rising emotion. You cannot cry, not in front of him. You frown, biting back a cry as you lay on your back. So what was it? How did he change his mind so fast. You let silence fall, hoping he’d leave but you knew he was still standing there watching you process.

“I’m sorry for kissing you back-or tempting you or whatever. I-i was out of line.” Your voice shakes in that last line, your guilty hand covering your face for a moment, hoping your body doesn’t respond with tears. It doesn’t. You hear Javi’s strides quicken as he crowds the bed where you lay, his hand gently gripping your wrist.

“Hey, hey stop.” His thumbs strokes that pointed bone on your wrist. “You weren’t, don’t apologize, its just- stuff like that is bound to happen. And I’m not sorry it happened but I am sorry for the position I put you in.” He rambles, his grip moving your hand from your face. Looking at his beautiful brown eyes and his brow bone shadowing that string look he had at all times. Sleep taking over your brain and he doesn’t wait for a response and he just walks out the room.

Your chest rising at falling at the confirmation. Your nerves eased in the slightest. But your eyes fall to the police poster.

Suddenly feeling sober, that feeling of panic doesn’t quite leave.You doze off.

Waking up in Javier’s bed had been a dream of yours. You used to dream of your hair fanning on his stomach, feeling him softly breath beneath you. Wake up slowly and watch him stir. Sometimes you would pray before bed to dream like that again.

You got to wake up in his bed, with a splitting headache. You try your best not to groan with his small window letting the sun in, your eyes slowly peeling open in the sunlit room. The smell of him in his bed hadn’t worn off so you tried to hold yourself tighter in his bed. Your head still pounding as you stare back at that poster.

Oh, god last night.

Him on his knees in front of you, covering your exposed skin with a pillow- you have never known more of a gentleman. Him threatening Daniel just for grabbing your face. Him telling you he didn’t regret kissing you. You shut your eyes tightly.

I’m so fucked.

A thud from the left of the bed interrupts your shut-eye. Your heart jumping at the sound, you slowly move to see what’s happening, hoping to god that Javier’s room wasn’t haunted.

The sight though, was much better than a ghost. Javier stood in front of his mirror, in black briefs-just briefs. His chest rising before pulling a shirt over his head. You stared with a half lidded gaze just in case you had to pretend that you were sleeping. His hand grips his waist band of his briefs and you freak and close your eyes only to open them again to see him pulling pants over his bare thighs.

His stomach was so defined. Perfectly tan with a scar on the side of his hip.

You turn again and the bed creeks. Great. Play dead.

“Andrea?” He calls, his footsteps approaching the bed. You fake stir like you were just now waking although despite your perverted peeking. You rub your eyes in attempt to look convincing. You hoped to god that it looked convincing. But it wasn’t until you felt the foot of the bed sink with a springy noise that you sat up. Fast, sort of blowing the whole “just waking up” thing.

He’s looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his hand flat on the blanket. “Mornin’” You mutter before stretching, his shirt riding up your stomach under the covers. And he stares, a small head tilt looking at the top he lent you last night.

Javier purses his lips in approval before standing up from the bed. “Shirt fits you better, c’mon I’ve got to get you home before Chucho wakes and asks too many questions.”

You slept in that shirt for the following weeks, and he never brought up the night. Neither did you, you had enjoyed having something only the two of you knew.

A shared secret.

Well, another shared secret.

#javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

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artemiseamoon · 2 years ago

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A Little Bit of Hope universe

Status: in progress

So it wasn’t planned but now I want to do a one shot for everyone, check in with them post fic. This is now the master post for this story and all post fic writing. They will be created and added to A03 as I have time, as bonus chapters to the fic.

Full chapters on a03 (artemiseamoon, the fic is already there) and previews to tumblr

The original story: A little bit of hope

Past! Santi x f reader, Billy Russo x f reader | the guys are featured /mentioned

Other pairings mentioned

Married! Family man! Frankie x wife! Billie (their story/ mini fic here)

Eventual Will Miller x Catalina (Ofc)

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Post fic - where are they now?

Drabbles and one shots

Billy Russo x f reader | A03

Santiago Garcia: take me to the sky (tba) | A03

Benny Miller: love on a ranch (tba) (Benny x Mexican ofc) | A03

Will Miller tba (Will x Latina ofc) | A03

Frankie Morales x Billie tba (Frankie x black ofc) | A03

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Reading order (will be updated)

Some events will overlap, every one featured/ mentioned

Back to start

A little bit of hope

The beach house

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Assorted Moodboards

#fic: a little bit of hope #a little bit of hope universe #triple frontier #santiago garcia #Frankie Morales #Benny miller #Will miller #Billy Russo

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leia-doodles · 6 months ago

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Yes I used to post on twitter about my MH opinions but they aren’t conversational at all😭so I am glad that we can talk like this as well! Thank you lmao.

I think ultimately even though I sound like a G1 purist, g1 relationships had better build up for their main couples. Clawd and draculaura have the Romeo and Juliet vibe, so audiences root for them even more! Deuce and Cleo almost break up, and audiences fight for them to stay together. And lagoona and Gill seem to be destined to be apart but she fights for her relationship. And when they did side character coupling, the side characters often got either a few episodes, a BPlot in a movie or the main(rochell and garcon (?). In MHG1 the main ghouls helped audiences root for side character relationships. And most relationships were cute simple pairs (like two zombies together, iris and manny, scarah and invisibilly). G3 fails me because half of these characters have no personality and no drama ever. Lagoona and gill? They just get together and THEN a sudden conflict that comes out of nowhere happens, but it doesn’t even strain their relationship. Frankie finally wants to ask Cleo out, but oh no, DUECE asked Frankie first??😭😭that scene pissed me off so bad, like I would have rather had Frankie over hear deuce making plans to ask Cleo (something) but they assume it’s a prom proposal and get flustered or something idk 😭. I feel like the main issue with the relationships as a whole right now, have to deal with the writers. Because I’m unfortunately not a fan of G1 clawdeen x torelai at all. I was very disappointed when I found out they were going to be canonically together, and their comic had the least explanation 😔. And this isn’t to say that every WLW relationship has to have a perfect explanation, but for clawdeen and TORELAI?? I absolutely need one. Torelai was a notorious jerk to not just clawdeen, but all of her friends and family. A lot of people defend them, stating enemies to lovers, but I am not a fan of enemies to lovers, but the enemy is like an actual jerk jerk, for certain media. (If it’s a darker tone of media I’ll indulge I won’t lie, but what comes to mind is catradora 🫥 catra was horrible to adora and it just made me uncomfortable how adora just still repeatedly went back to her idk) I adore, a really good rivals to lovers. Where it’s contained between two characters and they are each others enemies but it’s nothing necessarily too insane. I feel like I would be more lenient if it was G3 clawdeen but..it might end up being a clankie situation.

And yes the stereotypes just feel so off to me. I didn’t even get the draculaura one until a friend pointed it out to me. And you’re absolutely right about clawdeen. I myself am a mono-racial black woman, and I was in my feelings about her being mixed. At first I thought it was Afro Latina and just African American Black but my friend told me that she’s specifically half something. So that definitely sucked a lot for me. I’m a heavy advocate for including diversity where it wasn’t before, but I struggled with why I felt so uncomfortable by clawdeens sudden Latino decent. It’s not a fully fledged thought yet, but something about making her mixed seems like they don’t want to commit to a fully black girl main character. Her mom has straight hair and as a result clawdeen has this off pink wavy hair texture (while her brother in doll form, gets actual curls on his doll..). Despite being Afro Latina now, she doesn’t speak spanish, and the culture seems so empty within the household. Like miles morales is Afro Latino, and it comes through in his FULL Spanish sentences, his interactions with his parents and how he traverses the world. Clawdeen and clawd literally bond over…tamales?? Add lagoona in there and her and clawd will literally just say Spanish phrases. It’s a thin line for me. I think it’s a step in a good direction, but I would like for the characters to either reflect their origins a lot more through clothing and cultural traditions (instead of draculaura getting her sweet 1600, make it lagoona getting a quinceañera! (Quince-scare-a idk they can figure it out)

And yes I’m absolutely going to make a post on the mythology, just gotta organize my “notes” because it’s all over the place 😭. Things like the talismans, (how did principal bloodgood not know that a human was present at the creation of MH… adding the humans just felt like a way for them to official retcon the human hate. “Look humans were a type of monster!”…okay pal). I want to talk about the were-creatures because they way they did them in this generation is so frustrating to me as well. Were wolves are inherently half human half wolf creatures, so what’s so significant about a half human werewolf?? It’s redundant. Especially if the majority of the powers clawdeen has, comes from the talisman anyways. And I do hate when they do a thing that’s like “oh this group of people oppresses this other group and that’s bad!” “Why are they oppressed?” “Oh well they actively kill members of the other group…but it’s still wrong to not like them!!” I watched an anime called Brand New Animal, and it was a humans versus were-creatures. But the were creatures actively had a gene in their body’s that made them ultra violent…and they even started killing each other…how horrible~ and it just made me so uncomfortable. (It felt like an allegory for black on black crime and marginalized races just being savages by nature..) I also just want to inquire about all the other monster types at the school, and the conflict they have. Like why is heaths dad hades? And why is it Disney hades not even actual hades 😭. What role does Dracula actually play in the grand scheme of things, and how come no one of authority, who knew clawdeens mom Selena, recognized clawdeen immediately?? Or at least her necklace?? Like bloodgood just thought she was some random human girl. Are you guys not actively looking for the faculty member you lost?? She was freaking were-ruler???

Monster high G3 rant

Watching the TV series and I’m kind of disappointed.

This will be my second watch of season 1, I’m rewatching after the current season 2 episodes.

the show feels very flat in my opinion. They’ve given the characters a lot of cool traits, but they’re used for like one episode and then never brought up, or they only use one specific trait 24/7. Like Frankie in this generation, they have the ability to electrocute, extend their body parts, and they get visions from the people they’re made out of. Specifically they get visions from this one recurring doctor/ scientist. The idea is cool, but the vision literally is there to give exposition about something conveniently. Like when they are trying to solve the puzzle of clawdeens mom, Frankie’s vision just conveniently tells them what to do and how to do it.

In that same episode, we see manny taur. A Minotaur character. And right away we are just told that he’s good at puzzle solving, and so is draculaura! They’re rivals! But this is the first time I’ve ever seen or heard about draculaura being into puzzles, let alone her one sided rivalry with manny. And as the episode ends, she’s like “well you can be the rightful puzzle master” but it feels so flat. There has been no build up to this moment.

Another example is lagoona. In her designated episode, she is rooting for torelai to win the fear-leading captain over draculaura (another thing that has no build up as to why it’s important to her) lagoona explains that torelai is holding a secret over her head, and if it gets out she will lose her status as the fiercest monster in school. But this is the first time we have heard this!! In previous episodes there’s no mention of her being scary or fierce. Or even her super fast swimming skills. It’s just brought up and glosses over with a “be who you are, it’s okay to like what you want! We all have secrets 🥹” but there’s no real character development.

My last example will be the way draculaura is presented in this series. From what she tells us, she has high standards to live up to as a vampire. She needs to look good for her day so she studies endlessly and is striving for perfection. But she also has a love for witchcraft, which is banned in monster high due to its connections to humans. This can be a cute premise, but they NEVER show draculaura compared to any other vampire to show how she’s supposed to act. They never give us episodes where she blows off her friend’s shenanigans because it makes her look bad, and they never really show her dad being so overbearing. They don’t show us WHY humans are hated. And even though witchcraft is banned, whenever anyone finds out about it they’re just cool with it? No push back or anything. The only character to challenge draculaura was torelai.

This all may be very nitpicky, but MH is a character driven franchise. Character relationships with each other and their surroundings are very important to me. I want to feel the so called pressure these characters are being put under. It doesn’t have to be ultra serious 24/7, but issues get resolved within one episode and then rehashed a few episodes later with no further development. Especially with characters like Cleo and lagoona. They have been benched as side characters in this show, and side characters get much worse treatment.

‘The general episode progression is like this - introduce an issue, introduce a high stakes situation that involves the school, have all or one of the main 3 engage in a sequence of fights against this issue(or rapid solving of said issue through convince) - issue is resolved and lesson is told to viewers-characters reset for the next episode.

I know this is a children’s show, but that doesn’t mean it needs to have bad writing, not all kids are high off cocomelon. Kids deserve good writing in their media!

My next rant will be about clawdeen and her story this generation

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0celesteisthebest0 · 2 years ago

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I’ve been wanting to do this for a while but I haven’t had any time as a late so better late than never right! I got inspired by @saradika from the stardust reblog challenge she is doing at the moment. But instead of doing it monthly I decided to do a whole masterlist of the fics I’ve read since making this blog! I haven’t had a lot of time to read and comment lately so I hope this masterlist can show my appreciation!

Also this fic rec masterlist comes with a warning a majority of these works are 18+ please respect this warning and do not read this content if you are underage.

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—Aaron Hotchner—

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity by @maybege

Summary: As the newest addition to the BAU you have a hard time feeling confident in your new position – especially when you very attractive and very divorced boss keeps doubting. But when you finally get the chance to prove yourself, Aaron Hotchner’s opinion of you did not seem to be so bad in the first place.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings/Tags: Older Man/Younger Woman, Boss/Employee Relationship, slow burn, yearning, canon-typical violence, canon divergence

—Benny Miller—

Benny miller headcanons part 1, part 2 and part 3 by @softanon 18+

Summary: A list of wonderful headcanons that get into the character of Benny miller from his childhood to military life. Dia goes into the complex relationship he has with Will and in relationships.

Warnings/Tags : Mentions of violence and blood, language, mention of sex, Fem! reader Implied in part 3.

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Benny thots by @softanon

Summary: Untitled semi-public sex with Benny Miller/fem!reader. 18+ only.

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You can do that on purpose part 1 and part 2 by @softanon

Summary: Benjamin Miller learns a curious fact about vaginal sex he was previously unaware of. Set about ten years before the movie.

Warnings/tags :Benny/fem!reader, 18+. Sexual topic of conversation, swearing, friends with benefits, conversations about sexual health/birth control, swearing, mention of alcohol, vaginal sex (fingering and PIV), dirty talk.

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La primera fiesta by @marvelousmermaid

Pairing: Benny Miller x Latina!Reader

Summary: Benny is finally going to attend a family event with you and it makes you so nervous. He’s already met the important and immediate family sure but this is a cousin’s birthday party and Benny will stand out.

Warnings: food/eating mentions, comments toward male body (not technically negative. iykyk), overbearing Tìas!

—Boba Fett—

Arise, ascend by @zinzinina 18+

Summary: They don’t tell you much when they take you to Boba Fett’s palace. Only that he needs a healer, and you happened to be the first one they’d found. You’ve heard his name whispered plenty of times, enough that you’re prepared to hate him; fight him; hurt him if necessary, despite your fear. You’re wrong.

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Warnings/tags: Apparent abduction, description of injuries, mention of canon-typical violence, slow burn, eventual smut, age difference.

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Midnight special by @maybege 18+

Summary: After an exciting fling in a bar, you and Boba enter a secret relationship that mostly takes place in motels where you pay for the hour. But when your friend invites you to her family’s BBQ, you meet under drastically different circumstances.

Pairing: hot dad!Boba x fem!Reader

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Sick hcs by @saradika

Summary: “What the bucketheads would do if you were feeling really sick, but you didn’t want to tell them?”

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Skinny dipping with Boba by @zinzinina

Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader

Warnings: The tiniest bit of non-explicit nudity

—Din Djarin—

Seed pearls by @zinzinina

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Arranged marriage, mention of death, mild canon-typical violence, descriptions of abduction, unprotected PIV sex, contraceptive conversation, clothed male/unclothed female, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, inexperienced reader, aftercare.

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Sleepy sex by @saradika

Pairing: Mand’alor Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: somno, oral (m and f receiving), established relationship (married), PiV, lots of fluff

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Sick hcs @saradika

Summary: “What the bucketheads would do if you were feeling really sick, but you didn’t want to tell them?”

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Idyllic by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Din Djarin x (f) reader

Warnings: 18+, explicit, uhhh lots of praise and body worship, tons of fluffy smut, p in v sex

Summary: waking up with Din is best when you have nowhere to be.

—Ezra (Prospect)—

The mirror @littleferal

Rating: explicit. Warnings: anal sex, cockwarming, edging, ezra has his own tag, dirty talk, mirror sex, sex toy mention (nipple & clit clamps) but no actual use

Excerpt To say this isn’t what you imagined when you first found the mirror would only be half a lie. Oh you’d known Ezra would want to take you apart slowly, but you hadn’t thought it’d be like this.

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Trust by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x reader

Warnings: none, pining, fluff fluff fluff

Summary: the inherent intimacy of sharing space

—Fennec Shand—

Songbird by @writeforfandoms

Warnings: Some violence, nothing explicit. Very overwhelmed reader.

Pairing: Fennec Shand x GN! reader

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I’ll be your princess too by @tiffdawg

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Rated: E | Warnings: NSFW – explicit sexual content, Fennec gives the strap, cum as lube, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk. Open relationships; reader is also involved with Boba Fett. Mild language. 18+ only.

—Frankie ‘ Catfish’ Morales—

Sleep @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Francisco Morales (Frankie, Catfish) x reader

Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only!! sexual content (lots of grinding and kisses and dry humping, there are so many words and somehow no actual sex sorry about that), implications of PTSD/trauma, lots of cuddles and intimacy and fluff

Summary: sleeping with someone in a non-sexy way is as intimate as sleeping with them in a sexy way, at least for Francesco. You make him want both, despite the vulnerability

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Catch by @scribbledghost

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Reader (no y/n, gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Summary: Frankie finds a friend in the yard and wants to show you.

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Frankie thots @littleferal 18+

Summary : Frankie saying something that makes you laugh in surprise while you two are in the middle of it and he gasps, stilling in his movements before looking up at you in something akin to awe for a moment.

Pairing : Frankie Morales x reader

—Marcus Moreno—

thinking with Marcus by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: Soulmate AU where you could hear fragments of what your soulmate is thinking of

Warnings: a little angst, brief mention of Marcus’ wife passing

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

—Oberyn Martell—

The day she lost her heart @captainstormborn

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

Warnings/Tags: Hurt no comfort, Major Character Death, Oneshot.

—Paz Vizla—

A little piece of heaven by @maybege

Summary: Williamsdale hates people “like him” and Paz hates Williamsdale, so it’s a perfect fit. Content with living from day to day, Paz’s life takes a sharp turn when he meets you and he is reminded of the life he once dreamed of. But navigating a new relationship can be hard when there is an unplanned pregnancy that makes things even more unpredictable.

Pairing: biker!Paz Vizsla x teacher!fem!Reader

Rating: E(18+ only!)

Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Biker AU, unplanned pregnancy,

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Tattoos with Paz by@ohheyitsokay

Summary: where your soulmate's name appears as a tattoo, with Paz

Pairing: Paz Vizla x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ description of piv sex, oral sex, fingering, rapidly falling in love

—Poe Dameron—

Red string with Poe by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: Poe and red string of fate

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings/ Tags : death mention, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending

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Directions by @zinzinina

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Experience vs. inexperience, descriptions of sex-related anxiety and insecurity, praise kink, encouragement kink, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected PIV, overstimulation, implied cum eating. Anything you think I’ve forgotten that needs to be flagged, please let me know.

—Triple Frontier—

Poly frontier by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: A masterlist full of wonderful poly frontier fics! Contains a list of immersive stories that expand on the relationships between Will (Ironhead) Miller, Santiago (Pope) Garcia, Francisco (Catfish) Morales, Ben (Benny) Miller, and a female reader.

Warning: All works go under 18+, accept this warning!!

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Delayed gratification by @softanon

Summary: Sending the TF boys lewds/nudes while they’re busy

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gn!reader. Separate thots for Will, Santiago, Frankie, and Benny. Language and non-explicit allusions to naughty pics/audio sent to one’s lover.

—Jack “Whiskey” Daniels—

Multitudes by @scribbledghost

Summary: The Statesman techs have managed to create a window into another universe. A window that just so happens to appear in your kitchen. Before long, you and Whiskey both find yourselves developing feelings that appear to span across time and space itself. Multitudes chronicles the relationship of one smitten cowboy and his interstellar lover.

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x reader

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Fragile normality by @scribbledghost

Summary: Just a few weeks after the events of Shadows, you finally go back into town to see what damage has been done. Over the next few weeks, you spend time trying to decide whether to reveal your Minotaur lover’s existence to your neighbors, and Jack wrestles with the emotional repercussions of what he did to keep you safe during the mimic creature invasion.

Pairing: Minotaur!Agent Whiskey x Reader

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Forgotten creatures by @scribbledghost

Pairing: Minotaur!Agent Whiskey x Reader

Summary: While their patented AlphaGel treatment is still in development, one Agent Whiskey becomes its first human test subject. But goes terribly wrong, and he comes back from the dead as something not quite human - a modern Minotaur. Years after he’s abandoned in a Statesman basement, he becomes a myth, a legend no one seriously expects to exist. One day you venture inside his lair, urged on by your peers to see if you can find the “Statesman Monster”. What you find instead is something very different and distinctly human.

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Agent whiskey masterlist by @scribbledghost

Summary: I’ve read the majority of Ghosts Whiskey works and this masterlist right here is a comprehensive love letter in a way to a character the movie didn’t give props to! This masterlist is just beautiful and contains tons of whiskey works!

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Tennessee Waltz @softanon

Summary: Jack Daniels remembers dancing.

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Honeysuckle by @softanon

Warnings/Tags: Implied fem reader. Kissing and oral sex, a hint of overstimulation. 18+ only

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Sleeping habits by @littleferal

Summary: A list of sleeping headcanons regarding Agent Whiskey

Warnings/Tags: mention of anxiety, co-dependency and separation issues. mild angst

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Teasing by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x reader

Warnings/Tags: extremely mild implications of sex at some point, kissing and cuddles

Summary: the power you hold over Jack Daniels lies in the fact that he adores you

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Just us by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x (f) reader

Warnings/Tags: discussion of not wanting children, brief mention of trauma (the accident), brief mentions of sex, generally sweet and cozy

Summary: Jack and you both grow into what you want (and don’t want?) for the future

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Letters of consent by @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Jack Daniels x (f) reader

Warnings: 18+ , strong language, sex-pollen (but ✨consensual✨), p v sex, oral sex (f receiving), filth, elle not knowing how to write smut like a normal person

Summary: elle's therapist brain went off the rails again and this is what came of it. Jack needs someone to sign his papers and the only one he wants in a time of crisis is you.

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Singing with Whiskey by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: You can hear your soulmate sing.

Pairing: Whiskey x reader

Warnings/Tags: brief mentions of trauma?

—Javier Peña—

Curriculum Vitea @tiffdawg

Summary: After leaving Colombia and retiring from the DEA, Javier Peña steps into a new role as a university professor. A woman with multiple degrees and more books than you can count, you meet Javier as you similarly struggle with the future of your career. Despite your odds, the two of you find something you need in each other during uncertain times.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (fem; no y/n)

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How Javi met… by @jedifarmerr

F!Reader (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory).

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: mostly set post-season 3. Slow burn, kinda enemies to friends to lovers, eventual smut, semi-accurate timeline - cannon compliant. language, drinking, smoking. Sexual situations. Age gap is ambiguous (Both reader & Javi’s age never explicitly stated).(individual warnings on each chapter)

Story is loosely based on Harry Met Sally

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Pobreceito By @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader

Warnings: none, pining, yearning, enough fluff to fill a couch cushion

Summary: you hide that you know Spanish long enough to accidentally sort of hear Javi fall in love with you

—Will miller—

Will Miller headcanons part 1 @softanon

Summary: Headcanons of Will and his childhood

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Patience @ohheyitsokay

Pairing: Will (Ironhead) Miller x (f)reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, explicit, edging, piv sex, oral (m receiving) gosh. just a lot of fluffy filth. I'm not even sorry, but let me know if I should add anything

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Touching and tattoos with Will by @ohheyitsokay

Summary: A soulmate AU with Will. Knowing your soulmate when you touch. Tattoos blossom where you touch your soulmate for the first time.

Pairing: Will Miller x reader

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Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Latina!reader. AO3

Warnings: Explicit (no smut but there's violence and mentions of death) some angst and unrequited love? let me know if I should add any other warnings.

Word Count:14.7k

A/N: Guys this is my first try at writing Frankie and honestly it was supposed to be just a tiny angsty thing and it became this monster retelling of the entire movie! So honestly read at your own risk!

The beat of the music felt like it was still beating within your chest even now that you’ve stepped out of the reception hall and onto the balcony overlooking the ocean. The full moon bathed you, and the waves crashing below you, in a soft white glow. The night was perfect. You suppose that's why they chose this place, you would have too if it had been you. The hem of your dress rippled in the wind against your ankles, the slit along your left leg billowed open for a second before someone joined you. Your dress trapped between you and the man standing on your left. His warmth radiated through your leg giving your chilled body a respite from the goosebumps that had made themselves comfortable on your skin.

“South America, huh?” You finally ask after a few minutes of silence. “Think that's the answer?” You take another sip from your drink. The alcohol does nothing to warm you up, just keeping you in that numb state that you’ve held yourself in since the beginning of the day. The heavy weight of your heart was a bit less of a burden with the coursing hot liquor thrumming through your veins.

The silence passes long enough that you thought he wasn’t going to respond. He finally set his glass down on the railing, his drink sloshing a bit. “There’s nothing left for me here.” He finally whispers quietly enough that you thought it was more to himself than to you, his head bowed down a bit, a sigh leaving his body as if against his will. A few more seconds pass, the part of your dress that wasn’t trapped, moving with the breeze. The music slowed down inside and you knew there was no way you could go back in there, years of working in the most dangerous situations, but a wedding had you wondering how to pull off a hard out. “I could use a friend out there, Tweets.” He finally says as he shifts his body to look at you, your dress rippling in the wind once more now that it wasn’t trapped, those goosebumps reappearing on your skin. You can tell he’s trying to persuade you with the use of your callsign. A name Frankie had given you after the team discovered your twitter account where you would live tweet movies while drunk.

You mirror his movements to meet his gaze, “You’ve got friends here” you look back down at your drink. Your fingers lightly tracing the rim of the cup as you let out a whisper, “Friends that need you.”

He releases a long breath and looks back towards the door separating the both of you from the celebration that should have been filling you with happiness. A happiness you can't seem to muster when your hearts are breaking with every kiss within those walls, “You and I both know we don’t have shit here. Not anymore.” He sucks his tongue against his teeth, the noise lost with the wind and the crash of the waves below you. “Not now.”

With a slight huff you finally give him a good look. His combed hair had lost its integrity after he ran his hands through it all day. His blue dress shirt was loose around his waist, almost pulling free from where he had tucked it onto his pants, a dark spot along his back where sweat had pooled after dancing throughout the night. To everyone else he was the perfect best man, dancing and smiling, his toast was beautiful. But you knew him, you knew that his smiles never managed to reach his eyes, you knew that the tears he shed at the end of his toast weren’t just due to the happiness he felt for his friend, but also due to the heartbreak that the woman he loves was now married to his best friend. You were sure that he could see the exact same in your own eyes.

The team was well aware of your feelings for the groom, how you had finally found the courage to tell him how you felt. The cheers they gave you at the booth you all shared when you announced that you were finally going to tell him, only for him to show up with a date, a girl who looked vaguely familiar. The team gave you sad pats on the back at the end of that night. Telling you it probably won’t last, don’t give up hope. Then, six months later when Frankie announced the engagement you and Pope had gotten equally trashed, that night he let you know that he and Vanessa had been sleeping together before your last tour, and how she refused to see him when the team returned stateside despite him confessing his feelings to her. She had moved on, the tour had gone on longer than she expected and she had moved on. What surprised them both was that she had moved on with someone from his team. Santiago had only thought about getting back home to her, but she had slipped through his fingers during the team’s deployment. Frankie met her through a dating app, letting her know that he was retiring soon. Santi couldn’t blame her, just as much as he couldn’t blame his friend for falling in love with her. Now, you both found each other taking refuge on a balcony at the wedding of the two people you both loved.

“Flight leaves in two days” he breaks the silence again. This time picking up his glass, his drink sloshing a bit more forcefully letting you know he was drunk enough to face the party again, turning back towards the building he added, “You know where to find me.”

“Santi” you say just before he opens the door leading back into the reception, his fingers still on the door handle, “I’ll miss you.”

You lasted two weeks. Two weeks after Frankie and Vanessa returned from their honeymoon. The night you bought your one way ticket to South America felt worse than the wedding. It was another fight night. Fight night was exclusively team nights, the guys gave you so much shit when you brought a date once. The poor guy was unable to keep up with the jokes at his expense, but was sharp enough to know that he wasn’t welcome. He left halfway into the night and you never heard from him again. So when Frankie showed up with Vanessa your heart felt like someone was giving it a tight little squeeze. Even Will didn’t bring Monica, his finance, along to fight nights. The feeling returned with a vengeance when Benny gave her a bear hug and that goofy grin of his when she cheered him on. You decided that maybe two beers wasn’t going to be enough to get you through the night. The rest of the night passed by in a blur of loud cheers, the sounds of men beating the shit out of each other, Frankie’s voice when he yelled out his support to Benny, and the laughs he let out when Vanessa would whisper something into his ear. Benny took three hits that drew blood, but your bleeding heart ached with a hurt you had never been trained to ignore. It was when Vanessa leaned into Frankie’s body and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead when you decided that enough was enough. Pope was right, there was nothing left for you here. Will made sure to drive you home, he helped you climb up the stairs to your apartment. Once inside and making sure you sat you down on your couch without toppling over, he shuffled over to grab a glass of water from your kitchen.

“You can’t do this forever you know.” His soft words reached you as he handed you the glass of water and sat down on your coffee table facing you.

He didn’t have to elaborate for you to know where he was going with this conversation. “I know” was all you managed to choke out, a tear rolling down your cheek. You take a gulp of water to try to calm your emotions. Jesus you’ve been trained to keep them in check yet here you are, drunk and breaking down, because your fucking broken heart couldn’t take it anymore. “I know, but I-” you cut yourself off when a sob claws its way out of you. “Will I-” you try to speak again but after the first one made its way out you had no way to control the rest of the tears that began to pour out of you.

“Hey, hey come here.” Will moved to sit next to you, a bit awkwardly. Although the team saw you as a younger sister, Pope was always the one you seeked when it came to stuff like this. Yet, he still wrapped his arms around you as you buried your face into his chest and finally let go. You have no idea how long he held you like that, but he kept you close until your sobs subsided into hiccups and and your tears had stopped soaking his hoodie. Your heart had taken a beating that night that you weren’t sure you would ever recover from.

“I think Pope could use a friend” You break the silence that fell between the two of you. His chest moved as he released a deep sigh. You sort of expected him to scold you about running away. Instead he released you and handed you the glass of water that had been forgotten on the coffee table.

Waiting until you finished the glass of water Will finally asked, “You sure about that, Tweets?” His tone was gentle, as if he was afraid that you would start crying again. You briefly wondered if he was always this uncomfortable with crying women. Shaking the thought from you head you will yourself back to the conversation.

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath and released it along with a stray sob, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Will, Monica, and Benny helped you store a few belongings into a storage shed later that weekend. Handing Benny a copy of the key to the shed and the keys to your now empty apartment, you gave him a tight hug and a; “Don’t let them hit you too hard, Benny” before climbing out of his car and walking into the airport.

The next week you and Pope were planning a tactical raid of a house connected to a major cartel.

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“No.” Your voice was hard when Pope had outlined his plan to ask the team for help once Yovanna had finally given him the location of Lorea. “I don’t want them to be involved.”

“It's been three years.” Pope sighed. With one look at your face he started again, “Fine, I can ask them to just come down for the recce, just three days, then we hand it over to the agency and everyone can go home again.”

“You and I both know you want them for the full op.” You nibble on your bottom lip as you look over the plan again. He was right, you hate it but he was right, you need the team for this. You’ve both been here too long, chasing down clues and people that got you nowhere, and dealing with corrupt police officers. Sure you’ve both bent some of your own rules, telling yourselves the good outweighed the bad. Taking money from people you knew you shouldn’t, but you’ve survived. Three years and you haven’t been murdered in the streets, yet. Finally you had a chance to bring down Lorea and you were afraid that seeing one particular teammate might bring back feelings you were sure you had dealt with in the past three years? No you told yourself this is bigger than you. “Fine, but I’m not going back to ask them.” You agree swiftly and begin to walk towards the door of his apartment. His voice makes you pause when you’re halfway to the door.

Pope calls out your name, you know he's about to say something you’re not sure you’re going to like, Pope hardly uses your name unless he wants you to listen. Like a scolded child, you choose not to look back at him letting him continue talking to your back, “I only need one pilot, I don't have to ask the whole team.”

Pope was looking out for you, you know that, but something dark inside you made you want to punch him for implying that the reason you didn’t want to involve the team was because you were scared of seeing Frankie again. Yes, you were apprehensive about it, but you weren’t about to risk an op going wrong just to save yourself from seeing someone you had worked so hard to get over. Lorea was one lucky son of a bitch for evading your efforts for so long but he was not going to continue getting away with this shit anymore, not when you finally had his location. “Call the fucking team, Garcia” was all that you said to him before walking out.

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“How are we doing up here?” Pope asks when he feels the chopper struggling as it keeps gaining altitude.

You give Santiago a look that he reads in a second. Tom had been pissing you off since before he implied that Yovanna was a loose end that needed to be clipped, and despite being well aware of your anger he kept prodding at you as you helped Fish pilot the chopper. If the boys saw you as a little sister, Tom saw you as the annoying one that had to be dragged everywhere in order to keep mom happy. These past three years had let you forget how much the man managed to get under your skin.

“How ‘bout you give them space to do what they need to, yeah?” Pope taps his shoulder and gestures towards the seat he had just vacated as he speaks to Tom.

“I’m good here.” Tom replied in the same hard tone he uses to give orders. You roll your eyes at the tone, Redfly was quick to take the lead when it came to the team. Even if this plan was outlined to go smoothly by yourself and Pope before he got greedy.

Santiago looks like he wants to push Tom over to the seat, but thinks better of it and directs his next words at you, “Do you think we can make it over?’ just as the lowest ridge gets closer and closer.

“I don’t know” You reply, keeping your grip on the joystick in front of you steady. You’ve flown over this section of the sky several times in the past three years. Flying out here to catch the sunset brought you peace that you’ve only shared with one other person. However today your heart felt heavy as you soared over the jungle. The man you had shared this with was no longer by your side, and the one that was, well running from daydreams with him was the reason you found yourself here in the first place.

“Fish?” Tom asks, as if your assessment was not good enough. You roll your eyes at his words. Just because you had only flown for the last tour the team was active didn’t mean you were any less skilled of a pilot.

Frankie doesn’t blink an eye when he replies, “Tweets is right, I’m not sure” Just as he says that the engine makes a noise that you and Fish both know is never a good sign.

“Alright, baby alright” Fish tells the chopper as it begins to shake harder and the engine whines. You know you should be paying more attention to the struggling bird, but when he talks to the helicopter in that raspy whisper you can’t help but think about how it would feel to have him say those words to you. You never cared for your name, but if he whispered it to you like that...well, that thought left you slightly breathless. “Come on now.” You shake your head internally, now is not the time! You can tell from his voice that his focus is fully on the task at hand. His tunnel vision has sucked him in and he sounds like he's determined to make it over the ridge out of sheer force of will.

“Fish” You warn as a loud beeping begins giving you warning signs of redlining, the joystick in your hands vibrating with the efforts of the engine. “Fish, we’re redlining!” you press more urgently as the beeping becomes more insistent. Behind you you hear Pope telling the others to strap in.

“It's close though.” Frankie says as he ignores the beeps and your warnings just as the ridge expands below you. His voice had an almost calm demeanor, one that you just could not fathom with the panic that was beginning to bubble within your chest.

“FISH!” You yell when the chopper gives another unforgiving bump.

“It’s too much weight, its too much fucking weight” Frankie finally concedes lifting his voice above the whine of the engine, his focus no longer on the ridge but on you as you look up at him in alarm, the crease between his brows finally allows the panic into your chest to spread. “We’re never gonna make it!” His grip on the joystick makes his knuckles white, and the vein in his neck jutting out a bit as he growls out that last bit. You briefly wonder what it would feel like to run your tongue along that vein.

Jesus, snap out of it!

Tom appears behind you again, this time you're glad for his interruption, “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re losing fucking money” Fish replies as the joystick he holds begins to vibrate with the same force as the one you’re holding on to.

“You wanna leave $50 million in the middle of the fucking jungle?” Tom asks incredulously.

“You wanna get to the ocean?” Frankie replies without missing a beat, looking over at Tom with an eyebrow raised as if asking him to challenge him. Frankie was always the calm, level headed one on the team so when he gave anyone that look he meant business.

Pope intervenes before you could add to the fire, “Alright, go do it!” he calls into the back letting Benny and Will know that you have to lose weight in order to get things back to normal.

You can hear shuffling in the back and the sound of the wind whipping through the cabin as the others throw duffles out of the main cabin. You look over at Frankie as you chew your bottom lip from the stress, his eyes reflecting the same worry as he meets your gaze. You're not sure if its the adrenaline or the look he gives you, but you feel a shiver run through your body with the weight of his eyes. As soon as a few duffles are thrown out you can feel the vibrations on your joystick lower in intensity, and the bird rises just a bit from the loss of weight. Feeling like you physically have to pull yourself away from Frankie’s gaze your eyes survey the gages across the console.

“How is she feeling now?” Pope’s voice carries towards you and Frankie.

“Better!” You shout over the noise of the ramp closing.

“Come on!” Frankie begins to mutter under his breath in that whisper once again, “Come on.”

“Fish we-” you’re about to warn him that your joy stick began to vibrate again when you get a glimpse of the ocean. The sun reflects off the water, giving off a mesmerizing effect as the waves ripple across the surface. For a moment you let the view warm your insides, sending a wave of calm through your body. You’re about 100 meters away from the ridge when the gearbox gives out.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!” Will’s voice rings in your ears along with the rapid beeping within the cockpit and Frankie’s groan as he pulls on the joystick so that you don’t lose control and fall into a spin. You blink rapidly as you’re pulled back to the cockpit. The bird was losing altitude, alarms were blaring and the joystick in your hands was getting harder and harder to keep steady.

“We should land, we should land now!” Frankie tells you as the jungle gets closer with every second. At this point your heart feels like it might fall out of your butt. Despite all the crazy situations you’ve been in while miles up in the air, a failing bird was always one of your biggest fears.

“Copy that!” You reply as you start preparing for a crash land and quickly think back to the area you had just flown over, looking for a valley in the thick jungle. The panic you had felt before when Fish had seemed so determined was gone, your adrenaline rushing through your body like it would when you had to pick up the men from a hard out. Your nimble fingers began to attend all the proper switches while your right hand kept the joystick you held steady. All while your eyes darted across the jungle below you looking for a flat surface.

“Crash land here and we all die!” Tom yells at you when he sees you preparing for a landing.

Ignoring him you call out, “There should be a farmer's field on the other side of that ridge, we passed it on the way up!”

“I remember it!” Frankie says as he tries to maneuver the rapidly failing bird.

Just as the bird made it over the ridge the gearbox gave another awful groan and two more alarms began to wail within the cockpit.

“We need to lose the money” You tell Frankie over the headset.

Tom looks at you both as if you’ve lost your minds. But before you can yell at him Frankie beats you to it, “LOSE THE MONEY OR WE ALL DIE!” He shouts past Tom and into the cabin his adam's apple bobbing with the effort of shouting over the noise within the cockpit. “Hit the external release” he continues to shout as Tom begins to strap himself into the seat Pope had offered him earlier.

“It didn’t work!” you hear Pope shout from within the cabin. Your adrenaline rush had you calculating the outcome of keeping the bag below you and you did not like the odds.

“There should be a manual override!” Frankie instructs as you both begin to sweat from the exertion of trying to keep the bird in the air long enough to drop the load so that everyone will have a chance of surviving the hard landing. Behind you there is more shouting and then the groan of the bird when the bag is finally released. The second the bag is dropped the joystick in your grip jumps up from the lack of weight holding it down, and you vaguely hear Fish curse.

“FUCK, I GOTTA JUMP” Benny’s voice is almost lost in the chaos that ensues after the chopper jerks to the left as Frankie tries to circle around the field where he was attempting to land. The joystick in your hand gave an awful jerk that ripped it from your hands. Your heart felt like it had jumped out of your chest for a second as your fingers tried reaching for it once more, although gravity pulled you away from it with the way the bird tipped.

“Bad landing” Fish grunted out. You were on the verge of responding with a sarcastic reply, when another sudden pull jerked you forward and back, causing you to hit your head. You vaguely hear Frankie call your name before you pass out.

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You’ve had quite enough of the bickering the team has kept up since the crash. The tension in the air was so thick it felt suffocating. That’s why you had chosen to sit a bit further away from the rest of the team when stopping for the night. Pope’s question about who shot first had begun to fester between him and Tom and you knew it was a matter of time before the two of them would be at eachothers throats. On top of that the pouring rain was not helping with anyone’s mood. Although you desperately wanted to build one, you knew that a fire would attract unwanted attention, so you kept quiet. Deciding instead to keep your thoughts on the noise of the rain pattering against the vegetation, rather than on the cold seeping into your bones.

“You okay?” Frankie’s voice drifted over to you as he sat down next to you.

“Yeah” you paused, “Well, no, but I will be.” You tell him knowing that there was no way you could hide the emotions that were bubbling up in your chest from your expressive eyes. The guys had trained for this, they knew how to push past their emotions during a crisis. They had lived to see their way out of many failed missions. You however had managed to stay a safe distance away. Your skills as a sharpshooter allowed you to stay at a distance, and later when you gained your pilots license, you were only ever in the line of fire when dropping them off on a mission or picking them up once they had reached a rendezvous point. Sure your time out here had kept you in a state of perpetual danger, but your ops lasted at most three hours, then you could deal with the aftermath in your apartment with your late boyfriend or later with Santi when he wasn’t curled up with Yovanna. This was different, you had trained for this years ago, but you’ve been out of practice and it was starting to get to you.

Frankie nodded at you, understanding clearly in his eyes, “You and Pope make a pretty great team.” he changes the subject as he hands you an MRE. “He told me you two have been doing a good job of looking out for each other these past few years.”

You stir the contents of the MRE together, thinking about how you’d thought you’d left this gunk behind when your team was retired. “Before Yovanna, he and I were all we had out here.” You tell him as you scoop out a bit of the gunk and shovel it into your mouth. Despite your hatred of the stuff it tasted like heaven after hiking through the jungle all day.

“Can I ask you something?” Frankie asks after a few minutes of watching you eat.

You swallow the bite you just took and meet his eyes. His soft brown eyes, peering at you from under his cap, have a question you were afraid of facing since Pope told you he intended to bring the team down. A question you had been running from for three years. You wanted to say no, to shut it down and tell him you didn’t want to talk about anything at the moment. You knew he would sit there in silence with you, that he won’t pry if you choose to not to let him. But you also knew that it wasn’t fair to him, two of his closest friends moved just after one of the most important chapters of his life, he deserved an explanation. “What is it, Cat?”

“Why’d you leave?” He asks softly, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer but he had to ask. “I know why Pope left, but why did you follow? If he and-” he paused as if trying to reach for the right words, “I thought you two would have…” his voice trails off, but his implication lingered in the air.

“Pope offered me a job.” You start, then decide he deserves the full truth instead of half truths, and if Santiago had come clean about why he left, you could too. “I couldn’t stay for the same reason Pope couldn’t,” you finally say when the MRE envelope was empty. “I thought I could, I thought it would pass, that I could truly go on with life like I had before, but it hurt too much to see the person I loved find happiness with someone else.” You kept your eyes fixed on the envelope, your fidgety hands had started folding it down. “So I ran, Pope offered me an out and I took it. Eventually, he and Yovanna found each other, and I...I found purpose within the job.” You decide he doesn’t need to know about the man you fell in love with and lost within the first year you had lived here. “I’m sorry for not saying goodbye, I took the cowards way out. I know that, but after...I just knew I couldn’t stay.” You fell silent after your mumbled explanation. Half expecting him to shuffle away now that you all but told him that the reason you left was because you were in love with him.

After what felt like an eternity, his hands reached out to stop yours from fidgeting with the envelope. He plucked the small folded packaging from your fingertips and wrapped his warm hands over your smaller ones. “I’m sorry-” he began, using that soft, but firm tone of voice he used when he wanted to make sure you were listening, but he didn’t get much out before the conversation the rest of the team was having drifted over and made you both turn towards the rest of the group, his hands leaving yours. However, it was then that you noticed his left hand was bare. A tan that should have been on his forefinger was missing, and for a brief second your brain was struggling to remember if his wedding band had been missing since he and the rest of the team arrived, or if he removed it for the op.

“We’re dancing with the Devil now” Benny’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. Shaking your head at the dangerous path your mind was taking, you look up to hear Frankie’s reply.

“Dancing?” He had scoffed out, “We were dancing when we got on a plane to come down here. I would call this full intercourse.”

Benny chuckled at the way Fish reacted to his statement. Looking over with concern when his brother grunted out a noise of agreement as he made himself comfortable...well, as comfortable as he can get on a rock with a bullet wound on his abdomen. “How you doing, bud?” He asked his older brother.

“Golden.” Will let out as he closed his eyes.

“Here.” Benny offered his brother a mango that he had grabbed from the village where the team had crashed.

“You’re a good man Benny.” Will tells his brother as he accepts the mango, “We’re a dying breed boys.” He chuckles giving you a wink.

“No, we’re not” Benny argues, “The world is always going to need someone to go door to door to hold the line.”

“Cops go door to door to hold the line” Will returns, “We were warriors.”

“Well, it's hard to remember that sometimes.” Benny shoots back, you don't miss the way Frankie’s hand clenched into a fist. The same one that was holding yours not too long ago. The same one that was missing a ring.

“Yeah it is” He chimes in after he manages to unclench his fist and slides his open palms against his legs as he leans forward and rests his forearms on his thighs, pulling his body into a hunched position.

“What are you talking about?” Will asks him when he sees Frankie poke out from the ridge in his new position.

“I was too quick on the trigger. You know it, and I know it.” Frankie tells him, his fingers fidgeting with one another as he berates himself for the shots fired at the crash site. You want to pull his hands back towards you once more, but he’s pulled himself away from you and you don’t want to overstep. “I killed those people.” He lets out, anguish coating his words.

“No, you didn't,” Benny says, “We all did.” You nodded in agreement along with Will. Your fidget with the strap of your gun. It’s been a while since you’ve had to sleep with it strapped to your chest. Sure your handgun was always by your bedside, but this was different. Here with adrenaline running through your blood and the fear of being discovered made that section of your brain click back into focus where you shot first and asked questions later. The army gave you many skills, but sometimes you wonder what life might have been like if you had chosen a different path, one that didn’t require you to know how to make a clean shot from a mile away. Maybe you might be able to sleep through the night.

You spend the rest of the night taking shifts watching the camp as everyone sleeps. Your shift is shared with Will and he’s quick to catch you up on what you’ve missed back home. From Benny finally moving out of your apartment last year, Monica finishing her degree, to the new gym he and Benny have been training in.

“Finally tied the knot then?” You ask when your conversation lulls into a bit of silence and you’re dangerously close to nodding off.

Will smiles as he plays with the band around his finger, “Yeah, Monica told me her engagement ring was turning green on her finger and threatened to ask for a new one if I didn’t hurry up and take her to a chapel.” He chuckles at the face you gave him.

“Don’t tell me you two eloped?” your eyes wide as you realize what he was saying.

“Hey, it was her idea!” He chuckles as he raises his hands up as if surrendering, “Said she was tired of saving up for a dream wedding. So we took a weekend off and got hitched at the white chapel in Vegas. Figured if it was good enough for celebrities it was good enough for us.” He shrugged his shoulders, his smile faltering a bit when the movement caused discomfort on his wound.

“You two are amazing.” You laugh, thinking about how Monica would absolutely match Will’s spontaneity and jump on a plane to get married. “I miss her.” You let out in a voice dripping with sleep. You missed all of them, even if Tom always managed to get under your skin, you missed your boys.

“What about you, hot shot?” Will’s voice makes you peel your eyes open, “Is there another hot informant we might meet once we make it to the ocean?”

You want to laugh at Will’s wording, the team was not going to get information about Yovanna from you. “Nah, mine-” You let out a soft sigh, “No, mine wasn’t as lucky.”

“Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t know.” He said quickly when he noticed the far off look in your eyes.

“It’s alright, Will.” You pull your jacket closer to your body as you settle into the rock you were leaning into. “I was shit at keeping in touch, wasn’t I?” you ask.

Will looked up at you, “No one blames you.” He jutted out his chin in your direction as if asking you to continue.

With a smile you tell him, “He wasn’t an informant, he was actually part of the tactical team we worked with.” You explain, remembering the man who helped stitch your heart back together. His warm smiles and the way he would hold you tight after an op went sideways. A soft smile spread across your face. You weren’t a stranger to death, hell your career choice was proof of that. So remembering your past partner with fond memories and burying yourself in finding Lorea was one way to cope with the loss.

“So you’ve got a type huh?” He teases while wagging his eyebrows towards Frankie’s sleeping form. “Teammates” he mouths the word, as if the sleeping team might overhear your conversation. “I know you're a couple months older than Benny, but then age never seemed to bother you, so don’t go breaking my little brother’s heart.” He adds with a shit eating grin.

Laughing you shoot him a half hearted glare. “You cannot tease me, William.” You say, “Don’t forget that you had a bad habit of dating blondes before you found Monica.”

“Hey, hey didn’t you have blonde hair for a while?” He shoots back giving you one of his goofy grins, you flip him a bird in response. Oh yes, you missed your boys dearly.

“Shut up!” You try to glare at him but your laughter overtakes you.

“Alright, fine I’ll take over your shift if y’all won’t shut up and let us sleep.” Benny’s voice cuts through your laughter.

“Shit sorry, Benny.” You let out when you were finally able to get your giggles under control.

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t go falling in love with me.” He says with a grin.

You roll your eyes at them both when they start laughing anew. Huffing out that you were getting some much needed sleep, you lean further into the rock behind you and close your eyes. Missing the dark brown eyes tracking your movements.

---

The next two days were brutal on your feet. The jungle was unforgiving and even more so when you had to cross a river and continue hiking in wet clothing, you felt horrible that the animals you bought at the village were forced to continue walking while carrying wet packs. Although, it was too dangerous to stop and dry off by a fire, so you kept your complaints to yourself. By the evening of the second day tempers were running short and the trail was getting even more dangerous when you reached a ridge that changed the landscape into a rocky terrain.

The side of the ridge was dangerous. The trail was narrow and the drop was steep should you lose your footing. You had your eyes on the ground focusing where your next step would be and making sure your mule was staying on the side closest to the rocky wall.

“Stop pushing man, it's steep up here.” You hear Benny’s voice up ahead, Pope was leading the group with Tom, Benny, Will, you and Frankie taking the rear.

“Obviously, Man. We are on the side of a fucking mountain.” You hear William’s heated reply to his brother.

“Just shut up and concentrate! Jesus Christ!” You hear Frankie yell out behind you. Much closer than you thought he was, giving you a start. Your mule felt your moment of panic and made a soft whining noise.

“Come, on. Just go.” Will says as he stops in front of you causing you to place a soft hand on the nose of your mule, signaling to stop.

“Fuck you!” You hear Benny reply. You can feel the tension between the two brothers, wishing you had taken the spot between them so that you could have defused the situation.

“Oh really?” Will’s shout causes your mule to startle once more, giving a loud huff and pulling away from you. You quickly try to calm the animal down by gently tugging on the rope you held in your hand, and trying to reach out to pet his nose again. The animal, however, refused to calm down. It’s shrieks of fear got louder as the shouting between Benny and Will got louder. Eventually Tom’s voice joined, but you were too busy trying to calm down your mule to focus on what was being said.

Frankie noticed that your mule was retreating and you heard his low. “Whoa, Whoa” when it bumped into him behind you. Then, “Oh shit.”

The animal had tried to step back further but after sensing Frankie behind it, it tried stepping to the side, missing the ridge and slipping down. You felt the burn of the rope as it quickly slipped through your fist. You had been gripping the rope so tightly that for a second the weight brought you to your knees before you let go completely. The mule let out an awful screaming noise as it fell to its death. Leaving everyone in a tense silence as you look over the ridge where an explosion of cash puffed up as the mule and the cash made impact with the rocks below you. You hear an exasperated laugh as you kneel there looking down with wide eyes. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” You hear the words before you realize they left your lips.

“That was a living animal man.” Pope’s voice drifts into the air as you stumble back on to your feet. Frankie shuffled close to you, giving you a hand up.

“It could have been any one of us that went over,” Tom starts in a sarcastic tone, “and y’all worried about the fucking donkey?”

“You need to get your shit straight here, man.” You hear Pope’s response.

“What?” Tom replies. While the two are shouting at each other Frankie shuffles closer to you, helping you get on your feet once more and carefully dusting your hands of the pebbles that were embedded in your palms. “Me?”

“Yeah, you” You surprise Frankie when it was you who answered Tom instead of Pope. His fingers pausing what they were doing as he looks at you shouting in the direction of Tom.

“Don’t point your fingers at me!” Tom yells back at you. Frankie's fingers give your hand a squeeze. You know he's telling you to stand down, but you're too heated up to stop. Will and Benny share a silent look as the shouting is directed towards you. Tom and you might have passive aggressive arguments but he has never yelled at you like that. You hardly realize that Frankie has handed you the rope for his own mule. He begins to make his way towards Tom, knowing you're not going to heed his warning and stop yelling.

“You’re the only reason we are in this mess!” You continue. You sweep your arm out, the one that isn’t holding the rope, and gesture towards the situation that you all find yourselves in. Pope gives you a nod in agreement.

“Oh? How the fuck is that?” Tom asks you sarcastically, the ire in his voice evident as he yells at you from his position at the top of the trail.

After three years of taking care of eachother Pope’s anger rose when Tom turned on you. His reply was in a bitingly cold tone, “Don’t talk to her like that! You’re the one that had to grab every dollar you could get your hands on, didn’t you?”

“Both of you could have gotten Lorea two months ago! We didn’t have to be here, if you knew how to do your jobs right!” Tom spits back at both of you.

“Alright!” you hear Pope reply and push forward, seemingly done fighting with Tom.

“Fucking bullshit!” Tom yells after him.

“We are all on the hook, are we not?” Frankie asks Tom his voice strong and low, he has reached Tom at this point, his palm raised towards him. “Stop it!” He says in a raised voice, driving his point further.

“Fucking horse!” Tom grits out as his horse whines at the shouting.

“Stop it!” Frankie tells him again, this time his voice carries.

“Fine. Fine!’ Tom agrees when he sees the look Frankie gives him.

“We’re not picking at the fucking scab right now okay?” Frankie tells Tom now that he has his attention. “One foot in front of the other alright? Lets go.” He commands lifting an eyebrow when Tom looks like he might say something else to you. You stand your ground head held high in an almost challenging manner. “Jesus Christ.” Frankie mutters as Tom finally turns back around and continues following Santiago, who was further up the trail.

You, Benny, and Will exchange glances, the brothers deciding to give up whatever argument they had between themselves and began walking when Frankie gave them another wave of his hand to keep them going. Determined now to get off the side of a deadly mountain.

---

About two hours later as Frankie is scaring off the animals and you’re sitting on top of the ridge with Tom you decide you have to talk out your differences. It’s been a hard mission for everyone and it wasn’t fair to throw those words in Tom’s face. Not when he had a point, it could have been anyone of you that fell with that mule. With the way the rope pulled you and stung your hands, you remember it could have been you.

“Look, I talked a lot of shit back there. I didn’t mean that.” You say in between hard puffs of breath. You had after all just finished lugging over 100 bags of cash over a rocky ridge.

“Don’t worry about it.” Tom says shaking his head as if begging you not to bring it up any longer. Normally you would have just dropped it there, but call it your guilt for disappearing or your closest brush with death you wanted to make sure this time you cleared the air. “No, no its...this is on me. I could have talked Pope out of calling the team down here. But I didn’t, I knew it wasn’t just a recce and yet I let him bring you down here with only that information.” You take another breath, and Tom takes advantage of the pause to cut you off.

“No. I’m on the hook for this. You know? It is what it is.” Tom tells you as you hear Pope climb up next to you both.

Having caught the end of your conversation he interjects. “I am a bit of a dick, you know?” Giving you a tap on your leg so you can move out of the way he looks at Tom and says, “it is what it is, but also, Tweets is right. Sorry about earlier.”

Tom gives a small laugh agreeing with him as he gives you a hand while you climb over a boulder to move out of the way. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he lets go entirely. You know in his own way Tom has forgiven you both, you only hope that later, he can forgive himself.

After everyone has made it over the ridge and you’ve managed to pile the bags in a semicircle you pull out the last MRE envelopes in your pack. Handing one to each of the men, “It's mangoes only after this, boys.” You tell them as they each take an envelope.

“You could freeze an eskimos asshole out here.” Will says as he settles down to lean against the bags.

“I demand a fire.” Benny grunts out as he sits between Pope and Tom.

You laugh at the absurdity of Will’s statement. Shaking your head you decide that one argument was enough for today, no need to tell him that the Inuit people of the north wouldn’t agree with his word choice.

“We cold camp.” Will tells his brother as the group begins to settle in for the night.

Benny, ever the trouble maker reaches for one of the bags. Curious you watch his movements, as he pulls out a wad of bills and lights it on fire. “Fuck you.” he says holding the wad of cash looking directly at Will. “This is my ‘fuck you’ money.” Pope lets out a laugh next to you, his shoulders bumping into you gently.

“Dude what the fuck are you doing?” Will asks his brother as Benny waves the money torch in front of him, the warmth reaching you even with Santiago sitting between the two of you.

With a chuckle Tom answers for him, “Not enough men to carry all this money so we might as well be warm.” That was all Benny needed to keep going. He placed the bill in the center of the semi circle and reached for more, lighting it up as well.

“Jesus Christ” Frankie says on the other side of you, laughing at the absurdity of watching money go up in flames.

“Este loco” Santiago says, elbowing you as a smile finally appears on your face once you feel the warmth reach you.

Will looks apprehensive, at the growing flame. When suddenly Tom stands, opens a suitcase and throws the entire contents into the flame. Watching the bundles light up the boys begin laughing a bit harder.

“That’s a fire!’ Benny exclaims as the warmth begins to creep up your bodies. Will still looking apprehensive refuses to join in the laughter but does scoot a bit closer to feel the warmth radiating from the center.

Once you see that the boys look adequately warm you lean back against the bags and fight the edges of sleep. You still haven’t agreed to who will keep watch for the first half of the night and you don’t want to fall asleep without knowing what time you should be up.

“Rest your eyes, I’ve got your six.” Frankie tells you leaning back to lay against the bags next to you, his hand coming down to rest on your knee. “I’ve got the first shift.” He answers the question left unsaid. With a smile in his direction you rest your head on his shoulder and drift off. You’re asleep before you can feel his arm wrap around you and pull you closer.

----

About halfway through the next day you’ve made what seems like less progress than the days before. The rocky terrain has made it harder to move the bags. Despite your best efforts to make the process go faster you hate that the team is so exposed in certain areas. Just as you were about to ask how many bags you still had to get through in order to change your positions, you hear the unmistakable sound of a gunshot ricocheting against one of the boulders.

The team drops below various rocks within seconds. The sound of two more shots echo through the air and you climb around the boulder, you were crouched under, pulling your weapon into position and using the scope to focus on the ridge above you.

“Fuck!” You can’t tell who yelled out but you hear more, “Shit, shit shit!” below you where the boys had been lined up throwing the bags down.

“I’m hit!’ You hear Benny shout somewhere below you. Quickly you follow his voice and push the scope above his position trying to follow the trajectory of a bullet from his position.

“Benny you alright?” Will shouts.

“Yeah I’m fine, just grazed my shoulder!”

You catch Pope’s eye from your position, and send him a hand signal. You’ve got eyes on one of them. Nodding his head Pope lets you know he’ll draw fire so that you can get a clear shot.

“Shooter’s up on the ridgeline!” Pope shouts. The men don’t have to be told twice, they aim towards the ridge as you continue to creep up. Pope starts climbing the ridge on the other side, while Frankie begins to climb up towards you.

Shots keep raining down on your team as you climb up your side of the trail, just as you’re about to yell out and give away your position Tom shouts up, “Since they like me so much let me draw out their fire, Pope, Will, try to flank either sides, make sure there’s not another!”

Deciding you can count on the others to make sure there's not another, you find a good spot to take a shot at the person above you. Looking through your scope and waiting for the shooter to pop out again. Sure enough after the men below you pause their shots to take on their new position a head pops out and you take your shot. Clean hit.

“Got one!” You shout as you look down to where Frankie was following you, to let him know you've got him. Although when you see him, you notice he's lifting his gun in your direction, but you're too late. As you spin back around in the direction Frankie is aiming, time seems to slow down. Above you you see the kid from the village, the one that refused to let Tom through, how did you miss him? He’s wearing a goddamn yellow shirt for Christsake! His gun was aimed in your direction, but you knew it wouldn't be a deadly blow from that position. That should have motivated you to get in position faster, to swing your rifle forward just a bit faster instead of what happened. You later think that you should have tipped just a little bit forward, then the bullet would have hit your vest, a bruise or even a broken rib would have been better than what happened. But you didn’t lean forward and it didn’t hit your vest. Instead you watched as the bullet grazed the outside of your right arm and then you heard the thump behind you. A single shot was heard after and then silence.

“RED! Tom!” The shouts were raw emotion as they clawed their way out of you. You attempt to scramble off the boulder towards the one where Tom was laying out on. Benny got to him first, you had struggled to climb down when your arm was refusing to hold your weight as you made your way towards Tom. Frankie was right behind you.

“Tom! Come on, Tom!’ Benny cried as he pulled Tom into an upright position. But you could tell from the bullet hole, that Tom was gone. You stood there shocked with your left hand grabbing your arm. You hardly felt the blood that was quickly staining your fingers until Will pushed past you to get to Tom and his brother.

Pope reached you next seeing Tom’s body he pulled off his cap and let out a whispered “Fuck’ next to you. You were still in shock. Death was no stranger, your last romantic partner died during one of your raids gone wrong. Yet here you were, still as a statue unable to feel the pain of your own injury as you stared at Tom’s body and the Miller brothers crying over your fallen teammate.

“Lets get him wrapped up we need to keep moving.” Will finally says as he pulls himself back up and directs his words up at you and Pope. You vaguely remember your motor skills and nod your head agreeing with him. It's not safe here, you’re too exposed.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Benny cries from the floor. “You’re a heartless son of a bitch!” He yells at his brother, refusing to let go of Tom’s body.

“It was your little fire that got him fucking killed!” William spits back at his brother, his voice lifting into a shout. After a beat Benny launched himself at his brother, throwing failing punches and pinning him against another boulder.

“Stop this shit, STOP THIS SHIT!” Pope yells as he pulls Benny off his brother with a grunt. His shout as he pushes past you breaks you out of your daze. Pulling yourself together you reach them and insert yourself between the two, using your weight to keep Will from retaliating with any punches now that his brother was successfully pulled away from him.

“Fuck you Benny, FUCK YOU!” Will shouted over your head as you struggled to press your weight against him. Your arm was searing with pain, but you held your ground. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold him too long and the way you can feel his chest rising you knew he had enough fight left inside him to push you off. Thankfully Frankie reached you in time to pull Will further back. Between the both of you, you managed to get Will to sit down on the rock behind him.

“It wasn’t the fire that gave us away!’ Santiago’s voice carried. “That kid was from the village. He’s been tracking us for days. He obviously wanted a clear shot at Tom. He wanted him.” Pope says emphasizing his point when he pulls you over and points out your wounded arm. “He had a clearer shot of Tweets, but he chose him.” You hiss lightly when your hand comes back up to check on the torn skin. “We do have to get the fuck out of here, and we are taking all that money with us!” Pope points at the duffles, now sitting below you. “Tom’s family deserves it!’ his voice cracks as he says that last bit. “And so do we.” Taking a deep gulp his voice evens out once more, “Alright let's wrap him up. We carry him down.”

Frankie is the first to move and begins pulling Tom’s gun off his body and switching the safety on. You decide that your arm injury can wait while you help. Tom needs to be wrapped up. Once Tom's body has been wrapped and has joined the bags at the bottom of the rocky landscape you sit down on a pile of bags.

"Let me." Frankie holds up a med kit as he kneels next to you.

"Thanks, Cat." you mumble out as he begins to pull out a syringe and gauze, "Wait, use mine." You begin to tap down your pockets noticing that your own med kit was missing. You don't recall using it.

"Umm...I already used it to patch up the cuts you had from the crash." Frankie tells you as he struggles to roll up your sleeve.

"Oh." You didn't even realize your cuts from the landing had been that bad. But then again you weren't exactly conscious for a bit after the rough landing. "Here, wait." You stop Frankie's movements and decide to help him reach your wound by removing your jacket and the shirt. You weren't expecting the look from Pope as you pulled the long sleeve shirt off your right arm, you ignored him, its not like you were stripping off everything, you still had another tank top under.

"Yeah." Frankie cleared his throat, "That's...easier." His voice came out in that raspy tone of his that made your skin tingle. You couldn't keep your eyes off his hands as they carefully inserted the syringe into your arm. "Sorry." Frankie let out when he saw your skin lift up with gooseflesh.

"It's fine." You almost didn't hear your own words as they slipped past your lips. Your eyes tracing his face now that he was focused on cleaning up your arm and wrapping your arm with the gauze and medical tape. You smile to yourself when you realize his hat has survived the trip. His curls poked out from under his cap, his face had a coat of dirt. The cut on his own face was starting to scab and another angry red scratch was poking out near the collar of jacket. Without thinking you lift your left hand and trace the scratch, "You didn't patch up your..." Your voice trailed off when you realized his eyes were staring back up at you. His soft ministrations on your arm had stopped and you suddenly felt a flush of heat rush up to your face. What were you thinking? You can't just reach out an touch him! "S-Sorry!" you quickly stammer out and pull away from him.

"I-" Frankie's eyes won't leave your face, the heat of embarrassment must be obvious. "It's...It's alright." He finally lets out, in that raspy voice of his. At that point you don't even know if the heat you're sure is radiating through your skin is from embarrassment or from desire.

You don't know if your glad or annoyed at the throat clearing from one of the guys behind you. It manages to break the trance you had fallen into as you stared into Frankie's eyes. Had they always been that soft? Mentally shaking yourself you quickly begin pulling your arm into the sleeve of your shirt, now that Frankie has let go. You're so caught up in buttoning up your shirt you miss the way Pope wags his eyebrows at Frankie as he walks back towards them.

---- As night falls once more you start assessing the amount of days you’ve been on the mountain. The boat waiting for you had been waiting five days, if it was still waiting. Looking down from where you stood you can see a few lights twinkling within the reflection of the ocean.

“How late are we to catch the boat?” Santiago asks you as he meets you after dropping the last of the bags by the pile next to you.

“About five days.”

“Jesus, you think he’s still there?”

“I can’t see shit.” This time it was Will who replied instead of you, his binoculars dropping from his face. Standing up he continues, “We need to get one of us down there. Think one of you can make it? There and back?” he asks the team as you all look over towards the ocean.

“I’ll go” Benny pipes up before anyone else can say anything.

“Your spanish sucks, Benny.”

“I got it.” Benny says as he picks up his gun and checks his ammunition.

“You sure?” Pope asks. “Three?”

“Yeah.” Benny’s determination is evident on his face.

“You’re looking for the Hijo Prodigo” Santiago says as he hands Benny the map the team has been using.

With a nod Benny takes the map and begins walking.

“Benny, watch your six.” You call out after him.

He turns at the sound of your voice. You’ve been relatively quiet since the moment you and Frankie shared. “You watch yours.” He calls back, before continuing his trek down towards the ocean.

With a thud you finally let yourself sit on top of the bags at your feet. Wincing at the sting of the movement you pull the strap of your gun over your shoulder and make yourself comfortable. Benny will be a while might as well catch a bit of sleep, you’re most likely going to be reaching the ocean overnight.

With a huff you hear Santiago behind you, “Alright guess I’ll take first watch.”

You swear you haven’t been asleep more than an hour or two when you’re awoken to Frankie’s voice cutting through the silence.

“I’m going to say something. Are you listening?” His voice held that commanding tone that you knew never to interrupt.

“Yeah.” You hear Santiago reply. Wondering if you woke up halfway through a conversation or if it just started, you didn’t know if you should be listening too.

“We gotta get back on our game. Enough of this. It stops now. You understand?”

“Copy that.” Santiago replies dryly.

So it was a conversation between the two of them. Even so, you felt a bit scolded. It was your fault too that the team was down here. Deciding that Pope shouldn’t have to hold all the blame you pipe up with a, “Yes, Sir.”

Will lets out a soft laugh, and Frankie sighs out a “Good.” before falling silent.

The silence after is cut short by Will’s question, “How many people do you think you’ve killed?”

You furrow your brow, that’s not at all what you expected to hear from Will. It seems that neither did Frankie, because he asked, “What?” in a somewhat surprised tone.

“You heard me.”

“As many as I had to.” Frankie’s voice sounds rough.

“Why would you ever want to know that?” This time it was Pope who asked.

“Forty-three.” Was the unexpected response from Will.

“Jesus Christ!” both you and Frankie exclaim at the same time.

“Confirmed.”

“You keep count of everything, huh?” Pope responds.

“Yup.”

“How’s your sleep?” Frankie asks.

“I guess better than it should be.”

With that hollow answer you get up from where you had been sitting and make your way to Will. Despite everything you’ve seen and been through you can’t help your bleeding heart from making an appearance. Settling back down next to him you whisper. “I’ve got your six. Get some sleep.”

Will looks over at you trying to figure out if you were saying it to hurt him. Whatever he found in your expressive eyes made him lift his hand from his gun and tap your knee twice before returning it to his gun and closing his eyes.

"Seventy-nine." You whisper into the night, you were a good shot and an even better sniper. Remembering that number was going to keep you up tonight.

----

You heard him before you saw him. Gun pulled up and trained in his direction when he finally popped up behind a rock.

“Whoa, it's just me.” Benny made a show to put his hands up in surrender. With a grunt you push down your gun. You’d been on edge throughout your entire shift on watch.“You alright?”

After a brief nod to answer your question Benny debriefs, “The boat’s there. I gave him half the money. I hope he waits.” As he reaches you the others get up. “I didn’t go into town, but it looks like whoever is in charge there has a...kindergarten army that’s looking for us.” He rips off his pack and gun and lets them drop to the floor once he’s in the middle of the circle you had formed with the bags.

“How many of them?” Will asks.

“Two or three pros, 20 heavily armed teenagers.”

“What about the next town over?” Frankie’s voice cracks from disuse.

“It’s over a 100 miles to the south.” Pope replies.

“I’m sure they have every town covered anyway.” Will shakes his head.

“Must be what's left of Lorea’s guys.” You find your voice again, thinking out loud. “Or...It wasn’t just his money we stole.”

“So we go through them.” Pope says his hands on his hips as if saying that's that.

“Through them?”

“What, do you mean we just mow them all down?” Frankie’s tone hints that that is not at all what he would be doing.

“What's the alternative here?” Pope shrugs his hands still firmly set on his hips.

“I’m not prepared to wipe out every teenager in that town.” Will speaks up, “Just to get through with this cargo.” he gestures at the bags stacked around you.

“This cargo?” Santiago points at the bags. “What about that cargo?” he yells as he points towards Tom’s wrapped body. “Would you do it for him?” You knew that tone of voice. You knew where this was going, you tried shaking your head at him but he continued anyways, “Tom died for this money, and we’re not leaving this country without it!”

Benny snapped, “He didn’t die for that money, he died because of it!” Pope turned his back on the group, running his hand over his face and walking a few paces away. Benny turned to the rest of the group, “They are just kids, man. Can’t we just carry it out through the dark?”

“It’s over 100 bags, man. There's no way.” Will tells his brother.

“Let me talk to him.” You finally found your voice again.

Without waiting for them to answer you, you trudge up towards Pope. Stopping when you can reach out and place your hand on his elbow. “Benny says these are kids, Santi.”

With a few quick shakes of his head Pope looks at you, “I can’t believe...I can’t believe I let this happen.” he struggles to find his words.

“We did.” you remind him squeezing his elbow, “The team came down to support us because we asked them to.” You fight down the little voice inside your head that sets the blame of Tom’s death on you, this was about Santi not you, you can deal with your own guilt later. Right now you had to get the surviving members of the team out of here. You know you won’t be able to handle it if another one of them...

“Yeah… Yeah but I thought- I thought we could do this!”

“Yeah. We both did.” You look down at your shoes to blink away your emotions, “And we got what we deserved.” With a deep breath you force yourself to look up at him. “Santi, we did some awful shit down here when it was just you and I. But we kept telling ourselves it was okay because the end justified the means. Yet, here we are hauling our brother’s body out of the fucking mountains.” Your voice cracks at the mention of Tom. “Santi, we have to get everyone else out, we won’t be able to live with ourselves if we risk another life for this dirty money.” You give his elbow another squeeze when he doesn’t answer right away.

“Yeah...Yeah your right.” Pope looks at you for a second, and just as you start turning on your heel to rejoin the group he stops you. “Just in case…”

“No.”

“No, really.” This time he's the one squeezing your arm, letting you know he won’t let go until he says his piece, “He’s been in love with you for much longer than you have been with him.” You look at Pope with wide eyes, knowing exactly who he was talking about but needing more information. Thankfully he keeps going, “Vanessa left before their one year anniversary, he wasn’t very forthcoming with why, just that she was gone. I know you hate my meddling when it comes to these things, but he’s still in love with you. Don’t let him get away this time.”

With that Pope turns and walks towards the others and you can hear him talking to the group again. But you're frozen in that position. Your hand was still in the air from when it was sitting on Pope’s elbow. A million questions were flying through your head, but most of all you were struck with the one thought that you had to get the fuck out of here before you could begin to ask any of those questions. Dropping your hand you turn to rejoin the group.

“We just have to get Tom home.” Will was saying when you joined them. Benny gave you an odd look, but you just shook your head at him as if your heart wasn’t just singing with hope, as Will finished with, “that’s all that matters.”

“How are we gonna do that?”

“We keep carrying him down.” You find your voice in time to contribute with the conversation at hand, even if your thoughts are chaos within your skull.

“I agree with Tweets.” Pope piped up, “We fill our day packs with...With whatever we can carry and that's it.”

“What do we do with the rest of it?” Benny asks once more.

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“Put him down for a second.” You hear one of the boys say behind you when you put your fist up in the air. Your gun is pulled up in position. Due to the wound on your arm you’ve been point guard, your gun held steady in front of you, making sure to clear a path towards the ocean as the others carried Tom’s body behind you. Benny left the group about thirty minutes prior, to make sure the boat didn’t take off without the team, once the horizon began to turn pink with the rising sun.

You hear Frankie whisper your name in that raspy tone that made your tummy flip then, “What is it?” as he joins you with his gun also pulled up into position. You motion in the direction of the truck you noticed peeking out of the tall grass.

With a nod, he begins to creep forward. Your height helps hide you within the grass, one of your advantages as point guard, but Frankie was almost a head taller and when he stepped closer to the truck the lights turned on, momentarily blinding you, “Fuck!” you let out a curse as you crouch lower and grip your gun a bit tighter.

“Stop!”

“Manos Arriba!” [Hands up!]

“Wait, espera espera espera!” [Wait, wait, wait!] you hear Santiago’s voice towards the side of the truck, While you and Frankie had gone towards the front of the truck Pope had flanked behind it. Catching the teenager, with a rifle that looked too at home in his skinny arms, off guard. “Oye, Hermanito, ¡ten cuidado con esa arma! No me apunte.” [Hey, man. Careful with that gun, don’t point it at me!] Pope lowered his pistol as he began to talk to the kid.

Your finger on the trigger is twitching at the way the kid is gripping the rifle. Any other day you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same as Pope, but you’ve lost too much already, your heart feels like it might fall out of your butt any minute, and you keep your scope on the kid in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye you see Frankie making his way towards the drivers side of the truck.

“I speak english!” The kid yells, “What’s in the bag? What is that?” he gestures towards Tom’s body with his gun.

“That’s our friend” Will’s voice is just a bit to your left. Your focus is still on the gun the kid keeps failing about in the air. “He’s dead.”

“I call Boss” The kid says, you can see the fear in his eyes as the team continues to take small steps closer to him.

“No, No, ¡No hagas eso!” [Don’t do that!] You yell out at the kid, aiming the scope on your gun towards the kid’s leg. The kid looks in your direction, it seems your voice took him by surprise, not expecting a woman behind the automatic weapon that was trained on him. “Contigo no tenemos ningún problema. Right guys?” [I have no problem with you.]

“No problem.” Will answers, as Pope gets closer his open palms facing the kid, too close for your comfort. Your finger leaving the trigger guard and getting dangerously close to the trigger once more.

“I’m taking the shot.” You hear the words leave you, but you’ve closed off the part of you that would have done what Pope is doing. The instinct to survive taking over. Frankie looks at you from his position to your right and gives you a miniscule nod.

“NO!” Pope shouts one of his palms facing you this time. “No, don’t do that!”

You let out a frustrated groan, your finger lightly squeezing your trigger, not enough to release a bullet, but you know if the kid makes one abrupt movement he’ll drop. Thankfully you don’t have to. With a swift push, Pope knocks the gun out of the kid’s hand. However you were so focused on the gun that you didn’t notice the finger the kid was pushing down on the walkie until he shouted, “Habla 16! 16 necesito ayuda!” [This is 16, I need backup!] as the force of Pope’s push made him hit the ground.

“Pendejo!” [Asshole!] You growl out at the kid, as Pope pulls him up to his feet and pins him down against the hood of the truck.

“¿Dónde están las llaves?” [Where are the keys?] Frankie grunts out as he lowers his gun and begins to rifle through the cab of the truck.

“No se, me dejaron solamente con el coche y el radio.” [I don’t know, they just left me with the truck and the radio!] The kid struggles to breathe as Pope keeps his arm around the kid’s throat.

“FUCK!” You hear Frankie’s frustrated yell inside the cab.

“Seguro?” [You sure?] Pope asks the kid as he and William begin to zip tie the kid’s hands and feet together.

“16, 16 estás ahí?” [16, 16 are you there?] The walkie on the floor lets out.

With a huff you kick the radio into the grass and walk over to Tom’s body hauling his torso up you begin dragging him closer to the truck. Feeling the weight lift considerably once Will reaches you and helps you haul him into the bed of the truck. Just as Frankie managed to get the engine running.

“Yes! Fuck Yes!’ Pope slaps his hands against the hood of the car, as you jump into the flatbed and take a position behind Frankie. “Lets move lets get outta here!” Pope shouts at no one in particular seeing as he was the only one, other than the kid, not in the truck.

“Shit his radio!” You tell the guys realizing your mistake you jump out of the flatbed and retrieve the radio, from where it was in the grass.

“Un consejo,” [A piece of advice.] Santiago's voice drifts up from where you grab the radio, “Alejate de esos hombres.” [Get away from those men.]

“Did you just give the kid money?” You ask him, almost angry that Pope was being so reckless when you’re in hot water.

“Let’s move!” Frankie’s voice cuts through the tension between you and Pope, “Vamos! Los dos!” [Go, both of you.]

Rushing back to the truck you hop back into position behind Frankie and Pope takes the seat next to him as the truck jerks into gear. You grab onto the bar above you as the unforgiving dunes force you and Will to bounce within the back.

“Did you just give that fucking kid money?” Frankie berates Pope as soon as the truck you're in begins moving towards the ocean with more speed. “We should have killed the kid the minute he saw our faces.”

“We are not killing anymore people!”

“I’m telling you right now if we get to that beach and Ben isn’t there. I’m fucking killing people!”

“He’ll be there, alright!” Will cuts off the arguing that is going on within the cab of the truck.

“Fuck!” You yell out as a truck collides with the one your in.

“Tweets! The fuck you waiting for!” You hear Frankie yell at you when he pulls the truck back into a straight line.

You answer him with a squeeze of your trigger, your shots hitting their mark into the cab of the truck that was trying to collide with you again. “Drive, Fish!” you spit out as the truck following you stops moving, and another comes towards you.

“¡Miren, nos pegaron! Cuidado se van para la playa!” [Look they hit us! They are headed towards the beach!] The voices coming from the radio you have clipped on your belt.

“Oh, shit!”

“GO, GO, GO!” Will’s shout competes with the sound of the gear shifting. “What are they saying?”

“More are coming.” You notice that he’s out of rounds, handing him the pistol you have strapped to your thigh Will takes it and aims at the new jeep that spun around and began to chase you. “There’s two vehicles!” You shout behind you into the cabin as you train your gun at the one gaining on your right. Will was shooting at the one to your left.

“Alright, it should open up onto the beach any minute.” Pope says as he flashes a light on the map.

“Tweets, Shoot!” Frankie yells as you see the truck full of kids gaining on you. “Shoot the driver! I know you can! Take the fucking shot!”

With a deep breath you squeeze your trigger once more, but this time you're aiming at the front tire, deciding Pope is right. After looking at those kids, you know you won’t be able to sleep for a while if you mow them all down.

“Despacio que nos están disparando!” [Slow down they are shooting at us!] The voices on the radio keep shouting orders to the trucks behind you, urging them to slow down, but keep you within sight. “Quedense atras!” [Fall back!] Fruitless really, you hit your mark and watch as one of them spins out into the grass the second vehicle stopping.

“Nice!” Will gives you a grin when he realizes that it was your shot that spun out the truck.

“Eyes up!” Two more trucks meet you. However, these two begin shooting at you and before you can reciprocate fire, Frankie starts swerving through the grass to avoid being hit.

“Where are they?”

“Left! Left!”

Just as Will’s shout makes you turn your body, you feel the impact of the truck as Frankie slams into its side. Without taking proper aim you let out a few shots and watch as the truck flips over and a burst of fire lifts from the cab.

“Watch out!” Pope shouts as the other truck begins raining fire in your direction.

“All right here’s the beach!” Will’s deep voice reaches your ears, a small bud of hope blossoms in your chest. We just need to get to the beach.

“Where is he? Do you see him?” You shout your heart thumping hard against your chest as you keep your gun trained on the truck that has fallen a bit behind you.

“No, but the cove where we have to meet him is about a mile up this beach!” Pope yells.

You’re panicking once more, a mile? The truck that was behind you disappeared when it swerved behind a dune. Leaving you and Will searching the beach. The sound of an engine revving makes you point your gun at a dune to your left and you see the truck pop up closer to you than you expected. A woman in the back gave you an awful smile before shooting at you with a small handgun.

“Fuck!” You squeeze your trigger but your shots miss as Frankie swerves once more, her shots dangerously close to your head.

“Tweets! Kill them! Just kill them!” Frankie’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts of a close call, determined not to add to your numbers, you to take careful aim of the tires once more. They are just kids, you remind yourself even though those last few shots could have been fatal had Fish not swerved.

Will shouts “There he is!” somewhere to your left, but you’re focused on your targets. First you hit the tire on the driver’s side of the truck and then you hit the exposed radiator. Making the truck come to a complete stop. With a sigh you twist around and look over towards the beach where you see Benny waving from a small boat.

“Over the dune!” Pope shouts, as the truck catches air and Frankie drives it into the water. The water quickly fills up the cabin as Fish and Pope jump out. You shove your gun down as you begin to wade through the water and help Will with Tom’s body.

“Here.” Frankie’s rough voice reaches your ears as you swim towards him. He helps you haul Tom’s body onto the boat, and then gives you a push as you throw one leg over the side and pull yourself up as well.

You still hear the gunshots the teenagers are shooting, but Frankie had pulled you under him as the boat sped away, shielding you from harm with his own body.

"Cat" You mumble against his arm, "Fish its okay." You try again when his arms won't release you.

"Right. Sorry." He straightens out, he was about to scoot a bit away from you on the small bench when you grab on to his hand and give it a tug. Without thinking too much about it because you know that if you did you'll chicken out, you reach up with your other hand and pull him back.

"Tweets-" You don't really know what he was about to say because with help from the bumpy waves you're propelled forward and your lips bang against his.

Before you could pull away and apologize for the horribly aimed kiss, Frankie has wrapped both arms around you once more, this time though he pulled you on to his lap. One of his arms, wound tight around your waist held you firmly on his lap, while the other snaked up your back allowing his hand to hold the back of your head to tangle his fingers in your hair. His lips were surprisingly soft, with a slow drag of his tongue against your lower lip you opened your own and let him explore you in a way you had fantasied about for years. Distantly you could hear a muttered "Finally" and a whoop that let you know the guys had looked back and seen the two of you. But you were totally lost in the feel of Frankie's lips, the taste of salt as your tongues tasted each other.

When you finally broke the kiss to breathe, Frankie spoke, "I've waited years for this." His panting breaths tickling your lips, the hand on your neck keeping you close enough that your lips are still brushing against each other, "If you'd have me, I'm yours."

Taking in a gulp of air you brush your lips against his, "And I'm yours."

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You stared up at the colorful buildings surrounding you as you waited outside of the bank with Will, Benny and Frankie. Your hand is wrapped around Frankie's hands his arms wrapped around you as his chin rests on the top of your head.

“Where to then?” Pope’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“We need to get home.” Will speaks for both himself and his brother.

“You’ll need these.” Pope hands them their passports. You don’t miss the way he holds on to yours and Frankie's as they pat him on the back and leave.

You look expectantly at him when he finally turns around and looks at you and Frankie. A smile breaks out on his face as he takes you both in, standing there like a pair of love sick fools.

“So, are you finally heading home?” Frankie’s question is directed at Pope.

“I...I have a friend in Sydney.” That makes you break out into a smile. You didn't think Pope was really going to find her, not after everything.

“Heard she just came into some money.” You wink at him.

“Yeah, I heard the same rumor.” He reaches out and gives Frankie both your passports but doesn't let them go once Frankie has a grip on them, “Ahora te toca cuidarla.”[It's your turn to take care of her.]

Frankie gives Pope a smile, his eyes crinkling, “Creo que ella me cuidara a mi.” [I think she'll be the one taking care of me]

You feel the way Frankie's arms squeeze you just a bit tighter. As Pope meets your eyes, "Acuerdate lo que te dije." [remember what I told you.]

"Oh, I'm not about to let him get away this time." You say as you give Frankie's arms a slight squeeze, letting him know to let you go so you can give Pope a parting hug.

“Have fun getting home you two.” Pope says over your head as you pull away from his hug and Frankie reaches over to give him one as well.

“Wait ¡No te vayas tan rápido!” [Not so fast!] You place a hand on his arm to stop hims from leaving as you dig through the bag that's slung over your shoulder, with the other. “Tell Yovanna que le mando saludos.” [I say hi] You slip a piece of paper with coordinates into his palm as you quickly push yourself up on your toes to place a kiss on his cheek. “And thank you, Santi, for everything.” With one last smile, you pull away from him and pull Frankie along with you as you both disappear into the crowded street away from Pope.

“So dinner?” You ask the man you adore.

“Yeah. Yeah dinner sounds good.” Frankie gives you a lopsided grin as you take both your passports from his hand and shove them into your bag.

"Although, I don't mind a few more hours in that hotel room." Frankie's low and raspy voice reaches your ear, his lips brushing it slightly. Your entire body responds to his voice. The sensation of his lips against your skin have you heating up.

"Francisco!" You gasp in mock shock, "How fast do you think we can get there?"

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raspberrybesitos · 1 year ago

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Just married

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: husband!frankie morales x f!reader

Summary: You and Frankie just tied the knot. Half way through the reception, your insatiable husband whisks you away for some much needed privacy.

Frosted Cookies

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: husband!frankie morales x wife!reader

Summary: You pack away an extra treat in your husband’s lunch. What happens when Frankie sees you’ve packed more than just some cookies? Cookies won’t be the only thing that’s frosted when he has his way with you.

Birthday Girl

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: frankie morales x plus size latina reader

Summary: It’s your birthday, and Frankie celebrates his favorite girl.

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moonlight-prose · 3 years ago

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castleamc · 3 years ago

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El Chico Del Apt.512 Series

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader (Latina)

Rating: Mature

Words: 36.6k (so far)

Warnings: 18+ Each part contains its corresponding warnings! Major Ones include: Smut, Alcohol & Food mention, PTSD, Survivors guilt, Slow Burn-ish, Neighbors AU, Older Brother!Frankie, Spanish-Speaking Reader, Strangers to Lovers, Jealousy, No Use of Y/N, etc.

Summary: Saying to hell with it, you find yourself standing in front of your crush’s door, el chico del apartmento 512, eager and nervous until you hear the sound of a woman’s voice from behind the door. With your spirit crushed, you find yourself unable to back out. What happens after is far from anything you’d ever anticipated as it changes your life forever.

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Series Parts

Part 1: El Chico Del Apt.512

Part 2: The Date

Part 3: Meeting the Friends

Part 4: The Aftermath

Part 5: Tell Me Again

Part 6: Colgando En Tus Manos

Part 7: Stepping Stone

Part 8: Don't Wander Far From Me

El Chico Headcanons

frankie dancing cumbia

frankie dancing to a slow song

frankie + chisme

Fanart

• Kiss her already!

Moodboard

the one who makes my heart jump

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Inspiration

the one and only Selena Quintanilla-Perez, you absolute angel. She really was a girl’s girl and just understood what it’s like to gush over silly crushes. Gracias reina🌹

A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot, but yall really uplifted me in so many ways that I could never of had imagined. And I love everyone that has came along this journey with me (and still are currently) and leaving the absolute sweetest comments. I hadn’t intended at first for Reader to be Latina, but now that I’ve progressed with the fic it’s what feels right to me. And it means the world to me that some readers have related to particular moments. It’s mind boggling. Thank you always and just know Frankie would love to be your neighbor! 💜

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folklord · 3 years ago

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the only real thing you've ever own

pairing: frankie morales x f! reader

this fic is the seventh from my 'red (folklord's version)' project, which contains multiple pedro pascal characters fanfictions based on songs from RED, by taylor swift. this one is inspired by 'all too well' (plus champagne problems, and tis the damn season, if you are swiftie enough to notice)

my masterlist | words: +3000

warnings: implicit smut, angst !!!! and scarf robbery.

this was the most difficult thing I ever did, but i'm very proud of it! hope you all enjoy as much as I did :)

An Upstate Escape

In November 1999, autumn seemed brighter than ever.

"Tonight the music seems so loud!" Frankie yells as he grips the steering wheel.

"I wish we could lose this crowd!" You follow him. You guys are screaming so loud you could hear it outside the car.

You are distracted by the orange and brown leaves that fall into your lap, along with the wind that ruffles your hair. You look at Frankie's disposition, so sweet, so peaceful.

"Baby, it's better this way, we hurt each other with the things we want to say!" Frankie continues, shifting gears.

"We could have been so goood together! We could- Frankie is red!" You yell at him, and then he hits the breaks.

You look at each other scared, and then you start laughing. You lower the music volume.

"I think we'd better not do this anymore, or you'll lose your driver's license."

“But it wasn't George Michael's fault.” He leans over, kissing you on the cheek. "I was looking at you, singing all out of tune. Do you know how many accidents you can cause by being that beautiful?"

"Shut up!" You laugh and pat him on the shoulder.

Suddenly Frankie started driving again and you remembered why you were there. You were in his hometown to meet the Morales family. You were sweating with the fear that they would not like you.

"I know there’s a certain reputation about Latina mothers" He takes your hand. "But don't worry, they're all sweets if you don't break their kids' hearts"

"Then she'll love me!" You laugh and clasp your hand in his.

Another ten minutes later and you had arrived at his sister's house.

When you walked through the door, the air was cold, but the house was very cozy. His sister asked you to take off your coats and shoes. Frankie helped you and hung up your scarf.

You had dinner and some wine. His mother was the kindest person in the world. Hours later, you were all very intimate, looking at Frankie's childhood albums.

She showed you a picture of him as a kid, from when he was on the tee-ball team

"It was the thing he loved most in this country" His mother commented. "I was happy when he found this, it felt more at home."

You ran your fingers over the boy in the green suit with the round glasses. When you looked at him, you noticed that he was wearing a hat similar to the one in the photo.

"Frankie, is it the same hat? Did your head grow into its shape?"

Everyone laughed, and Frankie's cheeks turned red.

Are You Real?

A few more sips of wine, and you knew about his entire childhood, all the way to his pre-teen years. It was beautiful to see him looser, this side of him so family that you loved. You put your arm around his shoulder, covered by the plaid shirt, and yawned.

It was time to leave, but since Frankie had been drinking, his sister made a bed in a small room under the stairs. It was small, but it was enough for you both. Frankie even hit his head on the ceiling, and you guys laughed until your stomach hurt.

You lay in bed, side by side, watching the hanging golden lights. You ran your hand over his chest, feeling his heart.

"Thank you for letting me know this part of you." You were sincere. He smiled.

"For you to laugh at my hat?" He laughs and when he realizes he's still using it, he covers his eyes with the flap.

"Exactly!"

"I'm kidding." He kisses your forehead. "If you're going to be my future then, you have to know about my past."

"Wow, Frankie! How long have you been thinking about that sentence?" You stare at him, eyebrows arched in surprise and irony.

"Since I saw you and knew you were going to meet my mom. And she was going to show you all these horrible pictures."

"Not horrible!" You pat him on the shoulder. "You were a chubby kid with round glasses, fancy enough to sleep in a twin-size bed!"

"True. You know what I used to do?"

"What?"

"I used to dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light."

"Why?" You question him, curious.

"Because the night was my only time alone. And my mom would wake up when I turned on the light, so I just opened the fridge."

"And the music?"

"Very low."

You lay down on his chest, feeling his breathing. He keeps a hand into your waist, touching it gently.

"Frankie?"

"Uh?"

"Let's do this?"

A second later, you were in the kitchen. Everyone was asleep, so you took off your shoes so you didn't make any noise. He held your hand and guided you through the pitch that was in the house. When you arrived in the kitchen, Frankie gently opened the fridge door. The light formed a rectangle over the floor, the balcony, and the wall.

Another rectangular thing was his sister's stereo. You were impressed. For the 90s, it was the latest technology. Frankie pressed start and turned the button slowly so the music was as low as possible.

It was Careless Whisper again.

When the saxophone started, Frankie pointed with two fingers at you and started rocking his hips. You covered your mouth so you wouldn't laugh too loud. In a second, he had his hands around your waist and made you follow the same pace.

When George sang "I take your hand", so did he. He swung his arm over your head, then hugged you.

He held you in front of him, his head in the crook of your neck, so drunk into your perfume. Your right hand was intertwined with his, and the other held the small curls forming on the back of his neck. He guided you from one side to the other.

It was one of those moments when you realize that you would never be that happy again. To be with Frankie felt like… the climax of human life. Especially to be loved and to love in that powerful way.

"So I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you...." Frankie sang in your ear as you laughed. You couldn't stop smiling.

When the song ended and you guys stayed glued, you felt a real heat come over your body. It was a different heat, a completely new sensation. You turn to face him, and Frankie rests his hands on your hips.

You rest both hands on his plaid shirt and feel his heart through the fabric. His brown eyes sparkled and reflected the orange light from the fridge. You felt sure.

That was it. The certainty that was missing - until this time.

"Frankie..."

"Uh?"

"I want… if you want to, of course…"

He arches an eyebrow, not really understanding you. "What, love?"

"You can make me your own... tonight." You swallow it dry. "Physically."

He widens his eyes but doesn't say anything, just brings his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in for a softer kiss.

That was the most intense night of your life. You and he had many after, but this is the one that gave meaning to all the others. It was an impossible decision to go back, and it was proof that you would remember Frankie for all your life.

(...)

The First Cracks In The Glass

You held his hand as you walked along the road full of autumn leaves. You held some bags with some stuff for Christmas, your favorite holiday. You were about ten minutes ago talking about the kind of cookies you were going to make, but Frankie wasn’t actually listening.

"Frankie, are you listening to me?" You asked.

"Oh... yes, yes I am." He replied. You looked at him angrily and stopped walking.

"What's it?" You say, and he arranges his cap in a way that worries you. He was stressed.

Frankie swallows hard. "I need to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"I was admitted. To the Air Force Academy."

You look at him in astonishment. Frankie faces his feet.

"This is amazing!" You try to say, but all you feel is a pain in your heart. He notices. "It was always your dream!"

"Yes..." He continued with his eyes down.

"Frankie, what's the problem?"

"It's across the country."

You let go of his hand slowly. That moment felt like the final verse of a song when everyone who listens understands how significant it all was.

You stare at him. The brown eyes, so bright, now glistening with his tears. You see his pouty lips, and the lump on your throat just gets bigger.

"We can do this! Baby we can" He tells you proudly, but you hear a cracking voice.

"Frankie, you don't understand, we'd have to depend on the phone, and the time zone, and everything else, I-"

"We can. If we want, we can." He takes both of his hands and brings them to his chest. "I…I love you and I don't want to have to decide between my dream and you…"

"Are you really sure you want this?" You question him, letting go of your hands. "That sounds like your dad's doing."

"I made the decision. I want to be a pilot, you know very well." He raises his voice when you bring up one of your insecurities.

"Frankie..."

"What? You're mad at me and now you're going to pretend you don't know my dreams, my ways? Are you invalidating everything I've ever told you to convince me of something?"

"It's not about that!" You scream. "Don't put words in my mouth! You know damn well what this is going to mean, and that's what I'm scared of!"

"So what do you want me to do?" He folds his arms and arches an eyebrow.

"I think…we need to think this through." You are honest, and you try to take his hand but he pulls away.

"Alright."

(...)

The Breaking Point

In his sister's house, the corridors are emptying. They will soon be filled with Christmas ornaments. You hold Frankie's hand, but nothing feels the same.

He was going to make a decision that night, in the same kitchen you danced. His pocket was heavy, and his heart burned with despair.

"Hey..." You arrive in the kitchen. He is sitting at the counter drinking champagne. The trembling hand almost dropped the bottle.

You fit between his legs and look him in the eye. "I thought about that..."

"Me too." He pushes you away and jumps off the counter, straightening his hat. "Let me speak first."

"Alright." You think it’s weird, but you agree.

"Listen, I know we can work out. You're my first love, and I have more faith in us than anything in this world! That's why I found a way for you to… come with me."

Frankie pulls something out of his back pocket, and when you finally see it, it's a little black box. Holy shit...

You can't say anything. In the next instant, he drops to his knees, but he is so shaky he has to put both knees on the floor. When the box opens, you can see the glow of the ring stone reflecting the light from the refrigerator.

"You...?" He can barely form the right words. And you can barely think straight.

Your silence cuts through him like a death in a thousand cuts. His head is heavy with regret and hate, but he can't give up. He mutters your name under his breath as if begging you to answer.

"Frankie... I'm going to college. I received their letter yesterday."

He remains intact, feeling like a crumpled-up piece of paper. The hands collapse into his lap.

"Love……please…" He whispers.

"Frankie…I can't, I…I'm not ready."

He stands up, with the saddest eyes you've ever seen, but he doesn't dare look at you. You feel the tears so unnoticed, falling down your chin.

"I’m sure you don’t want to waste your dreams because of me… I’m such a mess, Frankie.” You say, into tears. “Is that asking too much?”

The tears fall into his face until the last drop hangs on his jawline.

“Frankie, please, tell me what you think!” You say, desperately.

His chock and anger provoke an answer that would haunt you for days:

“I think this thing was a masterpiece... 'til you tore it all up.”

He leaves the kitchen, towards the bathroom. You can't help but run away, scared and shivering, avoiding his family, who were all gathered on the sofa - no doubt waiting for an answer.

Running scared, you feel your legs fail with anguish. Tears fell so fast, you barely had time to wipe them away.

At the same time, Frankie was sitting by the bathroom sink. He didn't cry, he just sat there with this hurt, cause there was nothing else he could do.

(...)

"Hi..."

His voice echoed through the phone. You held it crookedly so he wouldn't hear your sighs. Did he have to call again? Just to break you like a promise?

"I just wanted to tell you that I mailed your clothes and things that were here."

So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

"Ok."

Frankie stared at the open suitcase… and your scarf. It was the only thing, among lingerie, CDs, and books, that he couldn't get rid of.

He tucked it away and forced himself to zip it up. Maybe it wasn't that bad, among so many memories he had of you, to still choose to repeat a few.

But deep down it hurts like hell that, every time he is going to look at this scarf, he’s going to remember that he had lost the only thing he had.

(...)

Twenty Years Gone.

It’s Christmas 2019. You know he is long gone and that magic's not here anymore, but you can feel the familiar air of that city that you had so many memories of. This city, by the way, is beautiful, with lights everywhere. The cold cut your lips, and you hold your hands tight in your pockets.

Your mother was waiting for you in the central square, but you preferred to arrive early enough to walk a little. The children played with the falling snow, and the adults already looked exhausted. This is the damn season.

You finally arrive at the center of the square, where there is a beautiful tree decorated with golden tones. A little tacky, you'll admit, but what's a country town without a tad cheesy? You get lost in thoughts of the tree and how it got there until a child trips over your legs.

You go down quickly to pick it up, afraid she will be hurt. But she just smiles, her hands full of snow. The dark brown eyes seem to want to cry, but she is distracted by a man calling out to her.

"Next time I'll buy you a leash!" He says walking up to you and laughing. She gets up and he picks her up.

"Sorry, tio." She says softly.

"It's alright. Did you apologize to the lady?" He said as he brushed the snow off her hand.

You admire him for a moment. He has tanned skin, strong features, plus a contagious smile. And he looks you up and down as if he could take advantage of that situation.

"Sorry...lad." The little girl responds.

"It’s alright." You say.

"You know, kids are pretty spiritual. Maybe this was just a move of fate for me to get, you know...your number." He says, looking up and down. What a flirt.

"Pope. What are you doing?"

His voice echoes into you, bringing all your memories like flashbacks. Your brain couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, but your heart surely knew. It was Frankie, and you were home again.

"Your daughter is very smart, you know-" His friend says.

His daughter.

You could freak out by now if it wasn't for the simple fact that he had another baby in his arms.

And he watches your eyes guide into the blanket that the kid was involved in, and his brown and tired eyes.

That’s what you had lost?

That’s what it could have been?

"That's... my ex." He says looking at his friend, swallowing dry.

"Which?"

"That one."

"That one? Oh...I better take Isa on the carousel then…” He holds her little hand but looks at you. “But if the past is past, you know..."

"Pope." Frankie looks at him angrily. Was he still jealous?

"I'm going, I'm going."

The silence echoes between you two. You can’t stop looking at what he had become. He feels your gaze into him and feels like an outsider. Are you feeling pity for what he is now? Or are you just surprised?

"Sorry about that." He finally says.

"He seems to be nice. Where did you meet him?"

"In the army."

"Army?" You ask him until his arched eyebrows bring you flashbacks. "Oh...sorry. I think I forgot about you long enough to forget why I needed to.”

"How are you?" He asks you while covering the baby's face because of the cold wind.

"I’m good." You lie.

"I know you."

He smiles, sadly. It’s funny how he is still the only soul who can tell which smiles you’re fakin'.

"I’m ok but… not fine at all." You feel the familiar lump in your throat. "What about you?"

"If you only knew the kind of things that happened to me…” He says. “The thing is… I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still trying to find it.”

You meltdown at his gorgeous smile and the grey patch on his beard. What a blessing, that he still feels comfortable with you by telling you this kind of thing.

"And where are you staying?" He changes the subject.

"At my parents' house.."

"Fine. Great. Ah, I've been at my sister's house since… Well, their mother will be over at eight and take them away.” He looks at the baby and searches for his daughter in the crowd. “I haven't slept in a few nights but I wouldn't mind if you were there."

"For old times' sake...”

"Yes..." He smiles, remembering how many days you spent intertwined, glued by the warmth of each other’s body and the coldness of knowing each other's soul. "By the way, it's a coincidence that you show up now because I found your scarf this week."

"My scarf?"

"Yes. That first week. I couldn't get rid of it. Do you remember?"

Down the stairs, he was there, he remembered it all...

"Yes, I remember it all too well.”

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Wicked Games - chapter 1

Hide and Seek

pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Latina!reader

word count: 2.8k

tw: sexual harassment, drunk idiots and a SMIDGE of angst, no (Y/N).

series summary: Francisco Morales enters your life by opening up a door you didn’t even know existed. Things start pretty simple: you have a crush on his friend and he has a crush on your friend, why not help each other? Sadly for both of you, nothing in life is easy and love is, most definitely, the hardest part.

chapter summary: let the games begin. (*evil laughter*)

AN/: hi my dear reader! i’m really happy to have you here, have a drink on me, relax before the REAL angst begins. I received a suggestion from @hailmary-yramliah to make a series loosely based on Silver Lining’s Playbook with our beloved Frankie. And so, many many moons later, here i am, offering you something to quench your thirst for this lovely, soft, cute cinnamon roll. It was (and still is) very important to me that reader is Latina because I see little to no representation for us out there and bc let’s be honest it makes me laugh when I read about reader not being able to talk/understand Spanish when i’m mexican as hell. (That doesn’t mean I won’t write about non-descriptive or gender-neutral readers!) I think the series will have like 10 chapters, 15 max and i will try to set a schedule to update it (so i can be constant with something for once). Anyway i’ll leave you to it, hope you enjoy!

comments, reblogs and opinions are super appreciated 🤍

Another rainy Saturday wasted on doing nothing but thinking of him. Going back and forth on your tiny living room, waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for a particular someone to call. You wondered if he had forgotten or if he simply didn’t care. It had been nearly two weeks since he gave you that cheeky smile that made your cheeks heat up.

You walked barefoot to the kitchen to make yourself a fifth cup of coffee for the day, knowing it was a bad idea because of the amount of caffeine that was in your system already. But it was either that or the cigarettes you kept in your nightstand’s drawer, always keeping them accessible though you promised your mom you would quit. And you tried your best to stop, but the your anxiety was murmuring for you to grab just one, what was the harm anyway?

Before your feet could guide you towards the bedroom, your phone rang, making your heart skip a beat and gasp as you threw yourself on the couch to answer. You silently squealed and then breathed deeply to calm your nerves down before picking up.

“Hello?” you said feigning innocence and pretending not to know who was calling.

“Hi, preciosa” he said in a raspy, sensual voice. You shivered at the nickname he gave you, feeling the full effect of those damn butterflies in your heart. Had it been anyone else calling you that, you would’ve turned them down oh so quickly, snapping with “no me llames preciosa, imbécil”. But he wasn’t just anyone else and the thought made you giggle, as you remember how you met.

“Santi” you said, enjoying the way he laughed with you “to what do i owe the pleasure?” you asked, hoping he was going to ask you out.

“hm, i think the pleasure will be all mine if you say yes” Santiago said and though you couldn’t see him, you knew there was a smirk growing in his beautiful face.

You muted the mic of the phone with your hand and extended your arm to stop him from listening your muffled, excited yelps. Without missing a beat, you mischievously asked:

“say yes to what, García?”

he chuckled

“to coming with us to MacLaren’s to have some drinks tonight”. Your heart sunk.

“Us?” you said, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“Oh yes, my brothers, you know the army guys i told you about?” there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Of course you knew who he was talking about, but you definitely were hoping for a date, not a group reunion. Santiago said your name “Tell you what why don’t you bring a friend over so you won’t be too intimidated by a group of army dudes?” he asked again, trying to convince you to go. Truth was, you didn’t need much convincing because you were aching to see him.

“Fine Santiago, pero solo porque quiero verte” you replied.

He chuckled and he sound made your heart flutter.

“Me muero por verte también, nos vemos allá a las 10” he said seductively.

You were positively swooning.

“Sale, bye” you answered and hung up.

Your mind started to race, what would you wear? who could come with you? you immediately thought about you best friend, but you discarded the idea just as quickly because she was on her honeymoon with her bride. So you went for the next best thing, your friend Camila who in her own words was “always down to clown”.

She said yes before you could even finish your sentence. The idea of muscular army guys helping her make her decision. You would pick her up at her place and head downtown to join Santiago and his buddies.

You glanced at the clock and read 7:17 pm, you had plenty of time to get ready and pick your friend up. You turned on some music and danced on your way over to the bathroom, the cigarettes long forgotten.

You had met Santiago at the same bar you were going to see him tonight. MacLarens, a packed bar, full of rowdy drunk people and loud music and assholes who feel entitled to press against you as you dance with your friends. You struggle to get some drunk idiot off of you, after repeatedly telling him you weren’t interested, Sam (your best friend) and Lola (her fiancée) trying to help you. Then you shove him off and as he was going to fall on his ass, a pair of arms catch him and pull him up before turning him around to face them.

“I counted six ‘no’s’ and three ‘i’m not interested’. Do you not understand the meaning of those words, man?” he spoke with a severe tone.

You stare at the man talking. You’re both grateful and mad at him. Grateful because he makes the asshole leave. Mad because you’re a big girl and you can fend for yourself, and you wish men would have the same amount for respect for you than they have for other men when they tell them you’re not interested.

You roll your eyes.

“Hey big guy, i had that under control, you know?” you say, annoyed.

“Oh i know that preciosa, i was just sick of him being a prick” he says with a smirk.

“No me llames preciosa”

The man whole heartedly laughs.

“What’s so funny, chico?” you ask him in a mocking tone.

“Nothing. Just, never had met a girl who wasn’t swooning when i called her that” he said, arching a brow.

“First time for everything, guapo” you give him a sarcastic smile and a wink.

Sam and Lola laugh behind you and motion the bar before you turn around and meet with a pair of beautiful dark eyes. You get a whiff of his scent. Not cologne, no, but it’s very pleasant, like aftershave and spices. He laughs tenderly at your awkwardness, as you fumble with the rings on your fingers, suddenly very aware of the close proximity.

You realise how stupid the whole situation is, and giggle too.

Needless to say, Sam and Lola had to practically drag you out of the club, but not before you hand the guy (who’s name your learnt was Santiago) your number. You stop at the door and turn around to look at him. He winks.

You look in the mirror for the millionth time, trying to persuade yourself you don’t look too bad. You sigh and grab your keys, you head to Camila’s.

Camila was never your nicest friend, she made some very hurtful backhanded comments that you would always try to laugh off. So her greeting when getting in your car didn’t even surprise you.

“Hola chicaaaa” she said in a (racist) accent “oh, i thought you said to ‘wear something nice’ but never mind, i guess” she said looking at your outfit for the night.

You tried your best to ignore her and closed your eyes, exhaling deeply.

“Let’s have fun, shall we?” you answered turning the engine on.

The club was as busy as you would’ve expected it to be on a Saturday night. People rubbing against each other, drunk girls ‘wooing’ at the bar and then a hand raises in the air, waving at you to come closer. You smile as you recognise the owner of said hand.

To say you’re nervous is the understatement of the century. Your legs feel like jelly as you walk toward the table. You’re so nervous you don’t realise there are other people besides Santiago at the booth until they stand to greet the both of you.

“preciosa” he says, a hand reaching out to hold your waist as he plants a kiss on your cheek. You look down to hide the blush covering your face and smile.

“nice to see you too, García” you respond and place a hand on his chest to steady yourself.

“and who do we have here?” he asks, moving you lightly to get a better view at your friend.

“Santi this is Camila” you say, clearly not too happy to introduce them. Camila gives Santi her hand and he sets a light kiss on the knuckles. You clench your jaw and finally look at his friends to focus on something other than his lips on her skin.

You smile, kind and genuine and turn to Santi.

“Can I get to know their names too?” you say jokingly.

“Ugh, fine if you must” he says rolling his eyes, messing around too. Santi tells them your name as you wave and he continues:

“These two are brothers. I guess that much is obvious” he says as he points to two handsome blondes “Will and Benny” he says again as the brothers smile at you and nod in synch, you laugh. “Or Ironhead and… well, still Benny” you all laugh, except for Ben who sticks his tongue out.

Santi points at a slightly older looking man with unforgiving eyes and a greying beard “This is Tom, our leader” he states with a tight-lipped smile and a nod. Tom gives you an inappropriate smirk that instantly makes you uncomfortable and you can do nothing but smile awkwardly.

You look at Santi again as he speaks “And this is my brother, Fish” you turn again to look at the newly introduced man.

A slightly shorter man (and i say slightly because Tom is a fucking building) is now standing in front of you. The first thing you notice is a funky-groovy looking Hawaiian shirt, cool colors that compliment his tanned skin. Your eyes wander to the soft looking skin of his neck and then travel to his face. A patchy beard that happens to be perfect in its own way, plush lips and a soft looking mustache you weirdly yearned to touch. Una romántica nariz aguileña (as your grandmother would’ve put it) and then your eyes connect with the most beautiful pair of chocolate eyes you’ve ever seen (yes, even more beautiful than Santiago’s). So full of life, yet so shy. You have to stop yourself from reaching out and setting his cap the way it’s supposed to be. You unconsciously part your lips, admiring the utter beauty of the man. A big hand reaches out to shake yours and the spell is broken, what was probably seconds felt like absolute eternity. You shake his hand, feeling electricity coursing through your whole body as you take in the warmness of his hand in yours. Then a voice snapped you out of your fantasy:

“Or you know, you can call him by his real name, right Frankie?” Tom said, trying to enter a world that seemed to be only yours and Frankie’s. He didn’t, but he did get you both out of it. Both you and Francisco’s hands pulled appart but your eyes were still on each other’s. You smiled slowly, still very focused on him and chuckled, feeling the warm spreading on your cheeks, you cast your view downward and ask:

“hmm, fish uh?” you said looking back at him and gave him a smirk “what’s that about?”

he chuckles shyly.

“long story” he says nonchalantly.

His voice is deep, but soft and mostly, shy.

You nod.

“So…” comes Benny “can we sit already?”

Everyone laughs, except for you and Frankie who appear to be in your own little world. This time it isn’t Tom who breaks the fantasy, but someone equally annoying:

“Come on chica” Camila says taking your hand and forces you to sit at the booth, she sits between you and Santi. You try hard not to roll your eyes.

“So, Camila” Santi says “ese nombre me suena latino, no?”

Camila looks at you like she’s waiting. You chuckle softly.

“Camila no habla español” you say to him. He looks confused.

“You’re not latina?” he asks her looking disappointed.

She tilts her head as if she didn’t understand the question.

“Of course i’m latina, my mother’s cuban, my father’s from Puerto Rico” she states proudly.

“But you don’t speak spanish?” Frankie asks this time, he was too, looking confused .

“No, never saw the point in it” she says as though it’s obvious.

“Te lo pierdes, nena” you say shrugging as you turn to the waiter to order your drinks. You miss the way everyone turns to look at you. When you look back at them, you blush furiously at the stares.

“What” you say shyly.

“That was so hot” Will says.

You blush even deeper.

“No me dijiste que es latina” pipes in Frankie, turning to Santiago.

You’re very taken aback.

“Santiago tampoco me dijo que tú también” you say smiling at him.

He smiles.

“Well, the name’s Francisco Morales, wasn’t a hard guess.” He pauses and tries your name on his tongue. “yeah, should’ve known too” he chuckles and you do too.

“Hey fish stop flirting” Santi says jokingly. It makes everyone laugh, everyone but Frankie who goes beet red and throws him a “cállate”.

The rest of the night was a blast, talking to his friends was so easy. You felt as though they were your friends. They were becoming your friends .

Everything was great until you saw Camila scooch closer to Santiago and touching him every chance she could get. You really didn’t want to be jealous, but she was the center of attention, making everyone look at her, the guys practically on the palm of her hand. It was hard not to feel the green monster start to rise. Especially when Santiago paid you no mind and you grew tired of the situation. You looked around to try and get your mind off things. You missed the way Francisco’s eyes focused on your profile, blinking slowly.

He made up his mind, he’d try to get close to you, in whatever way he could.

“Hey” he said just loud enough for you to hear him.

“Hey Francisco” you smiled softly, forgetting about Camila and Santiago “What’s up?” you asked him.

“I’m kinda bored and i’m also kinda starving” he said timidly “I know this really great dinner like 15 mn away, you in?” he asks with a nervous tone, looking like a lost puppy.

“hmmm” you say pretending to be thinking about it, though you immediately knew your answer “i don’t know, are the milkshakes any good?” you smile.

“Best licuados in town” he says as he smiles too. You nod.

“I’m driving” you say as you both get up.

The others don’t even realise you’re gone, too wrapped around Camila’s finger. You quickly text her to ask her if she’s fine with getting one of the boys to give her a ride home she answers with two words:

perfect.

toodles.

You sigh in exasperation, good thing you had Francisco to keep you from thinking about her.

Though you were having a very nice time with Frankie, you couldn’t stop thinking about Santiago and how Camila was probably gonna try and make a move on him, mostly because you repeatedly told her in the car you were into him.

Frankie noticed how you seemed to be elsewhere and he couldn’t help but asking:

“Something the matter? You look a bit distraught” he said softly, not wanting to put you on the spotlight.

“Yeah, no Francisco don’t worry about it, it’s stupid” you answered trying (but failing) to lie to him.

“Hey i get it, we’ve known each other for like” he checked is watch “three hours” he pauses “but i’ve been told i’m a damn good listener” he tries.

“fine” you say, still believing telling him was a bad idea “i hate the idea that right now Santiago’s having a better time with my friend that he did with me” you say exasperated “and i know i should keep this to myself because you’re like his brother and you’re probably gonna tell him i have a very childish crush on him” you say rushing your words and exhaling the air you didn’t knew you were holding.

Francisco raises his eyebrows in surprise, amazed at your sincerity and your courage. Against his better judgement (and his heart screaming NO, IDIOT DON’T DO IT) he takes pity on your aching heart.

“Tell you what” he speaks up “I’ll help you with Pope if you help me with Camila”

Your face falls instantly.

“Oh you too?” you ask feeling as if the weight of the world was on your shoulders “everyone’s in love with her now or what?” you ask again, defeated as you take your head in your hands and rest in on the table.

Francisco purses his lips and pats you on the head gently.

“i’m sorry” he says (and he means it) “but i mean it when i say pope likes you, he just needs a little push towards the right direction”

You lift your head, resting your chin in your arms.

“You think so?” he nods “And you’d do that, for me?” you ask again with puppy dog eyes.

He smiles softly and nods again.

“Sería un placer”.

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