#triple frontier headcanon

[evaelace]

I haven’t posted about Triple Frontier in so long.

I literally do not even have my Triple Frontier blog anymore (lol suddenly I miss TripleIssue so much wow what a time of my life that was) but please.

Please. I just saw a video that has inspired the most emotional scene in my head about Benjamin Miller and I cannot stop thinking about it. (Thank you TikTok for inspiring me every day in the most random ways.)

Benjamín Miller that we all know would have a soft spot for kids (it definitely started with Frankie’s baby if not before that please bear with me here). Ben Miller that would have so much struggle feeling worthy of love but absolutely no problem falling in love with a single parent and their child.

Benny Miller that would show up for his little family every single day no matter the event, day, time, reason. If they call, he is coming. Hell, they don’t have to call because he is already there.

Benjamin Miller who would so happily take on the role of husband and father and caregiver and best friend because that’s who he is: protective and caring and so in love with his people.

And okay I’ll get to the point now but can we imagine that child getting to an age where they are able to legally change their last name on their own accord and they want to change it to Miller and as a surprise they hand him the official documents for making that request. And Benjamin Miller would unwrap it so delicately even though he has no idea what it is yet. And then he would be so confused at first… Reading that paper as quickly as he can to what they were so excited to be giving him… and then it hit would him. That they chose him the same way he chose them. The same way that he would choose them every single day whether he thought he was worthy of the opportunity or not.

The way his eyes would snap up from that paper, shining under the brim of an old baseball cap as he holds his breath hoping it’ll keep the tears in too. The way he would have to stumble forward into a hug where neither one of them is sure who is holding the other up.

I am distraught over this and I just had to rant about it this is so poorly worded I’m so sorry.

( @wyn-n-tonic please tell me you can see this too and I’m not rambling like a crazy person about nothing.)

[dailydragon08]

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

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

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

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

Soft Will who lives for the pillow talk after.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just soft Will.

[melodygatesauthor]

Preciously Plump - The One-shot

Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!plussize!Reader

Requested by Anon

Takes place within the headcanon “Preciously Plump”. This is an expansion on that fic. - Reader is a little self conscious.

Summary: After a nice dinner date, you go back to Santi's place for the evening. He treats you to dessert.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, topics of feeling uncomfortable in own skin, plus coded reader, p in v creampie, reader is on bc, oral sex f receiving - Just a little addition, writing this fic hit a little close to home while writing it (particularly in the beginning) so if you're sensitive about self-conscious topics in fics please read at own risk.

Word Count: 1.5k

You’d invited Santiago back to your place after a few dates. He was sitting at the foot of your bed, legs spread while he looked at you. You had just come out of the bathroom where you’d gone to freshen up.

“Let me see you sweetheart.” He said softly, crossing his arms and watching you intently.

You gulped, feeling the anxiety creeping in. You knew that this moment would happen at some point, getting naked in front of Santi. He seemed to like how you looked, but it was always different in clothing versus being completely nude. What if he thought the cellulite around your legs was disgusting, or what about the fact that your tummy hung down a little too far for your liking?

“What’s wrong?” He dropped his arms at his sides and stood from the bed. He walked up to you and cupped your cheek in one hand and put his other hand against your hip, “cariño, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I promise, I’m more than excited to see what you’ve been keeping wrapped up in those pretty clothes you wear…if you feel like showing me.”

“What if you don’t like it?” You asked, looking away from his face.

He brought his hand to your chin and turned you to look him in the eye. He kissed you deeply, breathing heavily and grinding himself against you. You pulled him in close, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“Not a chance.” He reached his hand down and squeezed one of your ass cheeks roughly.

He latched his lips over your neck and started kissing his way down your chest, in between your breasts and then kneeling down in front of you. You looked down at him quizzically, not sure what his next move would be, but he lifted up your shirt and started kissing your tummy softly. He tugged at the waist of your pants and started to pull them down around your thighs.

“Santi…” You said breathlessly.

He looked up at you with those beautiful brown eyes you’d stared at over dinner. You didn’t stop him, and even helped him get them off by pulling your ankles through each leg as he took your pants off. He stood back up, bringing your face in for more tender kisses while walking you backward to the bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fell back. He was on his knees again at the foot of the bed when you looked up at him. His face was in line with your mound.

“Put your legs up on my shoulders.” He ordered, patting his right arm.

“But Sant, honestly, I’m not-”

“Come on, you’re not as heavy as you think you are, hermosa, I promise you that.” He winked, picking one of your legs up and putting it over his right shoulder.

You complied and put the other over his left, still feeling unsure if he was just being polite, or if he actually liked the way you looked. He ran his finger over your panties, brushing across your clit and soaking them through with your arousal. You whined, gripping the sheets on either side.

“Is that all for me cariño?” He gently tapped the space between your legs with his fingertips, making a wet slapping sound when he did.

“S-sorry, guess I’m just excited.”

“Good.” You heard him shuffling around in his pockets. “Don’t move.”

You obeyed, not sure what he was doing down there, but you felt something cold and metal. Then you heard a snapping tear followed by the cool air hit your soaking wet folds.

“Did you just…cut my underwear?” You asked, brow furrowed.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He didn’t wait for your response before covering your cunt with his mouth.

Even if you’d wanted to protest, still feeling a bit self conscious, you were rendered speechless by the flicking of his tongue over your sensitive clit. You whined, bucking your hips upward to feel him even more. He put one hand over your stomach to hold you down while keeping the other squeezing your hip.

“Santi…” You gasped as he kept going, your body was trembling under his oral assault.

“Never tasted anything so good, cariño.” He said softly before going back for more.

He was making the wettest and sloppiest noises with his mouth, just trying to taste every last drop that came out of you. He brought the hand from your hip around and slid a finger deep into your cunt, feeling the soft walls as they fluttered under his tongue. You reached down and took a fistful of his hair between your fingers.

Santi moaned, and despite your reservations, you relaxed. He seemed to be enjoying himself, so you should too. As soon as you relaxed, everything felt that much better. Another thick finger of his slid in to meet the first. You let out a gasp, grabbing the sheets tighter with your free hand.

Santiago moved faster, drawing harsher and more desperate whimpers from your lips. You kept your hand on his head, pushing him down over your mound and feeling your core light up. His movements slowed and became more intentional, just at the right time to hit your walls in a way that sparked your climax.

“Santi I’m gonna, oh I’m…” You couldn’t even utter the words before you were a gasping mess against the mattress.

You couldn’t believe how good his mouth felt, but nothing compared to his cock. He stood up and pulled his pants down around his thighs. He let your right leg drop over the edge of the mattress while holding the other up against his chest. You heard wet sounds as he glided the tip of his shaft along the opening of your cunt. You bit your lip and arched your hips in a desperate motion.

“Mm, so needy, I like it.” Santi said in a dark tone before sliding himself into you and filling you to the hilt.

You both let out a moan into the room, but you didn’t have long to recover before he was slapping his hips against you with fervor. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved your body. One hand was gripping the plump flesh of your hip, while the other was holding on to your leg that still rested along his torso. He turned his head and kissed your calf.

“Mm,” you groaned.

Everything became a symphony of sounds coming from his sweet lips. He reached his large hand forward to brush over your stomach, squeezing and reveling in the feeling of your body.

“Your skin is so soft sweetheart, love the way it feels.” He commented, fucking into you faster.

Not as good as your cock feels, you thought, unable to speak coherently. Your eyes clamped shut while you felt your body tingling from his continued thrusting through your heated core.

“Come on, hermosa, look at me, wanna see your face when you come on my dick.” He squeezed your leg closer to his body for leverage to move faster.

You opened your eyes and met with his. He licked his lips and then bit down on the bottom one while he grunted and thrusted harder. He exhaled sharply.

“You’re so tight sweetheart, I can feel it squeezing, not gonna last…” He leaned over, your leg slid off his shoulder and onto the bed.

He pulled you closer while he started kissing you hungrily. His forehead pressed against yours and his speed increased beyond what you’d ever felt. He turned into a grunting groaning mess while he chased his climax. He pressed his lips to your ear.

“Are you going to come for me, my pretty bebita? I wanna feel you squeeze my cock sweetheart.” His thrusts came to a halt and you felt a searing warmth flood your walls.

You felt that same wave of immeasurable pleasure from before, but this time stronger as it coursed through your body and into the space between your legs. Your cunt gushed over his girth, squeezing it just as he’d asked you to. He brought his lips to yours, feeding on the moans that escaped you.

“That feel good, baby? Yeah, listen to you, so pretty sweetheart.”

As you both came down from your high, he stepped back and pulled out of you. You heard his cum dripping out onto the floor. He went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. After cleaning you up, he reached out a hand and helped you off the bed.

When he pulled you up, he leaned in and brushed against your lips for a gentle kiss.

“Will you stay the night with me, Santi?” You asked, pleading as desperately as you could with your eyes.

He smiled, eyes wrinkling on the sides, “of course hermosa, wouldn’t want to miss an opportunity to do this again in the morning.”

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How an Argument Ends (Will)

Benny // Frankie // Santiago

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- It takes a lot for you two to get in an argument

- Which is why you’ve only had two prior to this one

- Both of you are too stubborn to give in and apologize

- It made it awkward for everyone… or annoyed them

- Benny decided he should talk to you while Frankie decided he’d take Will

- His brother helped you realize that what you two have is special and you two should stop being quiet and get together

- Frankie, more or less, gave Will the same speech and he put a plan together

- Will made dinner, as a way to break the ice

- You got home from work, smelt the amazing meal, and knew what was in store for you

- He glanced back and turned off what he was finishing up so he could hold you

- After dinner, you two got ready for bed

- He mumbled an apology into your hair, holding onto you as if he was afraid to let you go

- You kissed his chest, over his heart and whispered an apology to him

- He let you know you didn’t have to but he (secretly) appreciated it

- And it made you feel better to actually be able to apologize

[whatthefishh]

Since I’m sick and dying

TF boys and sickness

Whose got the worst case of the man flu

Who refuses to admit anything is wrong until they have a 104 fever

You’re not DYING you’re just ill ❤️ hoping you feel better soon my darling

Will takes being sick super seriously. He calls off work, he makes his own tea, takes his steam showers, Vicks is by his side, has a line up of vitamins and meds he’s popping. He has it down to a science. He might let you help but mostly he’s pretty independent and sleeps it off.

Benny is annoying about it and texts the group chat ALL DAY since he’s bed ridden and basically has nothing to do, so everyone is subject to his thoughts all the time. Also has a marathon of movies running, eats all the wrong foods but chugs cartons of orange juice like his life depends on it. You have to remind him to take the medicine he needs.

Frankie is a soft little baby about it, he looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you just want to take care of him, especially because he gets so sweet when you do. He showers you with praise as you hand him a warm cup of tea, staring up at you when you take his temperature and leans into your touch. He’s a baby lol.

And then there’s Santiago.

Santi likes to whine a lot. He calls of whatever plans he has, telling them he doesn’t know how long he’ll be sick for. To be fair, his knees also like to act up whenever he falls ill and he does go through it but it doesn’t excuse his bratty behaviour. He’s complaining all day about his nose, his head, the light, the sound, being hungry, wanting real food not whatever soup you give him, not liking the flavour of the lemon teas and insisting he needs to add sugar but you don’t let him. Eventually, you pass him some cough syrup so he knocks out but the guy somehow needs more than the regular person and wakes up sooner than he should’ve. He’s burying his face in your tummy, asking for head scratches like a persistent cat, and tossing the blanket over his head when you get up to close the curtains. He’s a mess. When he’s all better he makes sure to thank you the way he knows best 💖

[whatthefishh]

Babe these are so cute!! I love this series so much, and Santiago’s part is admittedly my favourite 🥺🥺🩷🩷 you’re so inclusive it’s sooo sweet while reading my love

Gift Giving with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List All fanfic masterlist

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

Acts of Service Word of Affirmation Quality Time Physical Touch

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

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Santiago Garcia

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

*

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

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

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

Benny Miller

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

*

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

Frankie Morales

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

*

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

"Best father's day gift ever"

Will Miller

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

*

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

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SORRY THE LAST ONE TOOK FOREVER i was uninspired but the oscar isaac discord im in helped me get on my feet.

If you liked this one make sure to check out the other 4 love languages!

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[charliehoennam]

aftermath.

A/N: nobody asked for this, but all I've seen is Will smut (which I totally love, don't get me wrong) but I need some vulnerable Will

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Warnings: grief, mourning, sad!will, mentions of death, mentions of Will's military past and Tom's funeral

One of the things you've always admired about Will is his strength. He was always the one to put on a brave face and push on. The captain in him had the duty of moving forward and completing whatever mission was at hand, whether it was getting his team to the landing zone or grocery shopping day at home.

It was that very same strength he possessed that got him through the darkest times in his life.

Losing his war veteran grandfather, losing his comrades in combat or to the haunting PTSD that they tried to chase away with substance abuse.

Before you came into his life, before he realized that he was lost in the same fog of that purgatory of PTSD, shutting his emotions out is the only thing he knew. After all that time, he came to believe it was easier than having to deal with them.

It just wasn't a priority; a moment of tears he refused to share with anyone anywhere other than sat naked and alone on the shower floor.

Tom wasn't the first friend he'd lost, but it doesn't mean it made losing him any easier.

It was easy for him to plaster a smile and bury his grief deep down until he felt it was time to unbury it and mourn.

Getting to that point of self-awareness was a victory in itself.

It took so much patience and love and pain, not only on his behalf but yours as well, to help him to understand what he was really struggling with.

He hadn't realized it had gotten so uncontrollable until the incident at Publix - the grand revelation of the weapon he could be, once shred of his humanity, provided the cathartic acceptance of the fact that he needed help.

Upon federal investigation, the story they told was that Tom had been shot and killed in a tragic mugging incident on their consultation trip. Just a boys' night out gone bad.

It wasn't too hard to believe, given they were 5 foreigners in a country that wasn't theirs. The heat from the Feds didn't last long. Thanks to Santiago's few but faithful contacts, that investment was quickly brought to an end.

It's barely 6 a.m. and you're stood in the kitchen making coffee, still processing how this all happened.

Your black dress is simple but elegant and modest against your body. Despite the itchy fabric, you can feel the early morning chill soaking through.

The dripping of the coffee maker lures you into a whirlwind of thoughts. You watch the droplets of dew form on the kitchen window against the cloudy sky which threatens to rain.

You start to second guess the toast when it pops up in the toaster. You're not the slightest bit hungry and you're positive Will won't be either, but you have to try.

He hasn't eaten right in the past couple days. You didn't say anything, but you've noticed the few bites he'd given his food and the way he'd pick at it.

He should've been ready and downstairs by now, so you decide to go up and check on him.

Moving forward is hard for most people, but for Will, it's what keep the pain at bay. The problem is when he stops.

Like a tornado, he's left with the screaming silence and the damage it left in it's wake.

Now that he's home, the mission of bringing Tom home is complete, the hard truth that his friend and mentor is gone has begun to sink in.

You gently knock on the door as you reach your shared bedroom.

"Honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm good, sweetheart. I'll be right out."

You can hear him sniffle despite his attempt to sound as normal as possible. Unconvinced, you turn the knob and open the door.

He's sat on the edge of the bed wearing a simple black suit as he looks back over his shoulder at you with a Marine coin in hand, a gift from Tom when Will confessed about his therapy sessions.

You aren't too surprised to see he changed out of the formal military blue suit he had out on earlier.

The ribbons, the medals, the badges... He couldn't put them on without feeling the crushing and staining weight of guilt.

"Lat minute outfit change?"

The corner of your lips curl in an attempt to smile, hoping to cheer him up with a bit of tease.

"I was gonna wear my dress blues, but..." he trails off for a moment to swallow hard. "Just didn't feel right."

Without a word, you quietly walk over and sit beside him. You're not sure what he needs right now, but you don't want him to feel alone.

"Black is more flattering if you ask me," you speak up.

His beard twitches as he attempts to smile. He knows you just want to help him feel better. Yet all he can do is stare down at the gold coin.

"Five times... Five times. Five close calls. And he survived them all. He didn't deserve to go out like that. He just wanted to help his family."

You fight back tears as you listen to him with an arm wrapped his back as you press your cheek to his shoulder.

"I told Santi to get him in. I said I'd go if Tom was in. Tom didn't even want to go in the first place. He didn't-"

There's a crack in his voice which he catches it in his throat to compose himself. He sniffles letting a tear cascade down his cheek only to wipe it away quickly, hoping you hadn't seen it.

"This isn't on you, Will."

He nods although you both know deep inside that he won't stop blaming himself.

"When you told me you were a marine, I knew the risks that came with that, Will. Every knock on the door had my heart racing. But I decided to stay with you because I love you. There wasn't a person on earth or a God in the sky that was gonna tell me otherwise. I knew the risks and I took 'em anyways because not having you would've hurt more... I don't understand how fate works other than we all end up the same. What I do know is that all we can do is love our close ones and cherish the good memories you have of them."

With a tearful and silent nod, he lowers his head and rests it against your chest. His arms lock around your waist as he surrenders to the tears in your embrace.

The tears quietly trickle down your cheeks as you listen to him finally breaking down.

With your lips pressed against his golden hair, you hold him in your arms and stroke the hair on the back of his neck to soothe him for as long as he needs.

All you can do is hold him through it and he couldn't be more thankful to have you in such a vulnerable moment after having faced them on his own for so many years.

Just the feeling of not being alone was overwhelming enough, but to have you holding him and reminding him of the things that are easy to ignore in grief give him hope.

Although he feels he's coming apart, he knows that he'll have the strength he's always had.

It's different now. It's not the strength to bury and forget; it's the strength to heal.

With a sigh of relief after a long, vulnerable moment, he pulls away from you and nods, mentally assuring himself that he's alright.

Upon arriving at the church, you're greeted by Molly so you offer your deepest condolences due to the circumstances. Just as Will, you find that the guys have all opted to wear normal black suits instead of the formal military uniform and you wonder if it's for the same reason.

"Sorry for that," he sniffles wiping his eyes as he tries to regain his composure, swallowing hard with guilt. "We should get going... I don't wanna be late."

You remind him that there is no need to apologize and that he can take the time to splash some water on his face to help him recollect before leaving.

Frankie doesn't say a word other than to Molly and the girls, apologizing for their loss. Throughout the priest's religious ceremony of easing words, Benny's apathetic eyes are glued to Tom's casket set in front of the church between his military portrait and a beautiful arrangement of white flowers. During Will's heartfelt eulogy, Santiago keeps his head lowered as the guilt consumes him.

The grift and sadness during the wake only follow and weigh heavier during the long walk to the gravesite, lingering among the guests of the funeral like a dark cloud. It's only reflected in depths by the light rain pitter-pattering all around.

The military traditions at the funeral leave a bitter tinge of irony in the boys as they watch Tom's casket lowering into the ground.

Tess's happy big doey eyes are now swollen and red as she cries under her mother's arm, hugging the folded flag as if it were her dad, while Molly holds her other and youngest daughter under the other arm.

Looking over at Will, you see that he's trying his hardest to keep his strong facade as well as the boys.

You slide your hand into his and whisper to remind him he's not alone and doesn't have to feel alone.

With a gentle squeeze to your hand, he nods.

"You with me?"

"I'm with you."

You and Will - as well as the guys and Tom's family - are the last to leave, reminding Molly that you're more than willing to help with anything.

Will, however, lingers a moment to speak to her private and tells her about the fund. You can tell from her reaction, she's genuinely surprised and thankful, relieved to know that she'll be able to pay for the funeral.

Having called your boss the previous day to let them know you wouldn't be going to work due to the funeral, you take the rest of the day off to recover from the overwhelming day after the funeral.

The drive home is quiet save for the rain against the car and the windshield, echoing into the vehicle which you insisted on driving to give Will some mental ease. He didn't put up a fight. He was quite relieved you'd offered.

In spite of being eager to understand how he's doing, you refuse to burden him with constant questions and decide to respect his mourning process. So, you keep a hand on his thigh to remind you're in this together.

He doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he is grateful for your respect and your thoughtfulness. His hand rests over yours and doesn't leave until you have to pull your hand back to turn the steering wheel, but it finds it's way back onto his leg, warm fully welcomed by his engulfing hand.

As you're undressing in your room, Will's hand catches yours while you're unzipping your dress.

"Thanks... I don't know about you, but I'd say this weather is perfect cuddling weather," you share letting the dress hang loosely off your shoulders.

Will smiles shyly as if you'd read his mind and locks his arms around your waist.

"I couldn't agree more."

[pasc4lfuzz]

frankie 'catfish' morales instagram profile

FRANKIE FRIDAY Y'ALL!!!

Frankie's profile is full of pics of him with his friends, i feel like in their group Frankie is the one that loves their frindship the most. He really likes his nickname and now uses for every username in social media.

Time for a little headcanon here, frankie is a boy dad (srry not srry), i mean... imagine this man teaching his little boy how to play soccer, or showing him some helicopters when he can bring his kid to his work. So every now and then Frankie post something about his boy because he also doesn't like to expose his kid very much on the internet, only if his account is public wich i imagine he would have a private account, so in that case photos of his little boy for everybody!

Of course i did not forget to talk about his love for flying, the second love of his life because the first is his boy. Poor man lost his license but in here HE DIDN'T, frankie loves everything about the skyies, he cannot live in a world where he can't reach the clouds. He likes to show people his way of seeing the blue that's above our heads.

If you wanna see more pedro characters ig profile check here!

[pedge-page]

Wearing a nice dress and going out with Frankie to nice dinner, except the "nice dress" doesn't allow for a bra so you go without. And given how exceptionally chilly it is tonight, you have to make use of a unique backup for your breasts to look appropriate in the thin fabric of the gown.

Its not until afterwards when he's pushing you through the door at home, devouring your lips and using his rough hands to strip you, that he sees the little flower petal nipple patches, and Fish goes absolutely feral.

Makes you straddle him while he sits up on the couch and ride him hard, his bicep wrapped obsessively around your middle back, dark gaze hypnotized by your tits bouncing in his face as he tries everything to get your little pebbles to pierce through the flower pads (but they look sooo pretty on you)

[dailyreverie]

Under cotton and calicoes

A/N: Y'all should know me by now. I see Santiago Garcia and I immediately think of the softest, most domestic scenarios. This one was requested by the lovely @campingwiththecharmings, I really hope you like it!! Title comes from The Hozier song "Would That I".

@flufftober - Day 16 Singing one another to sleep

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x reader

Word count: 917

CW: As we established before, domestic Santi is a warning.

Flufftober masterlist

You had been tosing the sheets for what felt like a thousand times, and on the 101st fight against the sheets, the clock showed only 40 minutes had gone by since you last checked the time. You sat up, feeling defeated and exposed to the cold night air on your skin. Your head dropped into your hands in a futile attempt to prevent your eyes from burning with exhaustion.

It was then that you felt Santiago's gentle hand caressing its way up your hip to your lower back. It should not have surprised you, and neither should the soft glow of the lamp on his bedside table as it turned on.  “What’s wrong?” The sleepiness in his voice stirred your heart with a touch of guilt. Santiago didn't always got to sleep soundly, and here you were, disrupting his peaceful night.

ou whispered, knowing that your words were as effective as speaking to a wall. Santiago sat up beside you and planted a tender kiss on your shoulder, making you yearn to close your eyes and fall asleep in his arms. "I can't sleep," you confessed, your voice tinged with exhaustion, and Santi chuckled in sympathy.

“I figured that out.” His lips traveled to your jaw, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. You found comfort in the warmth of his skin beneath your hands. “Maybe I can help?”

“Unless you are planning on giving me a sleeping pill I’m not sure anything could help.” You say in a lousy effort at humor at 2:40 a.m.

Santi laughs again, pulling you down to bed next to him. It’s easy to fit against his body, with your head in the crook of his neck and your hands over his chest, almost soothing enough to put you right to sleep as his fingers trail up and down your back. To finish it all, he started humming a song, a melody you are familiar with but can’t quite place it, your brain nothing but fog after being awake for so long.

Finally, it clicked as he reached the chorus of the song. In your groggy state, you asked into the darkness, "Are you seriously singing Guns N' Roses to help me sleep?"

Santi doesn’t answer, instead, he changes the humming to singing the lyrics with an audible smile in his voice. “She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain, I’d hate to look into those- HEY!” your hand slapping his chest interrupts him.

“How’s that song supposed to help me sleep?” You asked in between a fit of laughter.

“Well, if you’d let me finish you would be asleep by now.”

“Not with freaking Guns n’ Roses! What’s next, Metallica?”

"Okay, fine. I have a better one. Come back here." His arm extended over the pillows, and you cuddled back against his side with a playful warning glance. After a few seconds, he starts singing: “When you try your best but you don’t succeed.”

“Santiago! That’s just mean!” You push him again, laughing out loud without a care of the late hour.

“That’s the calmest song I know.” He defends catching your arm to not let you go far. “I’m sorry I don’t know any of your boring songs.”

You gasped in feigned indignation, a playful glint in your eyes. "Don't you dare disrespect Hozier like that."

“Okay, okay, fine. What if I learned one?” He was already standing up, rushing to the living room to get the guitar he never really uses but still keeps around.

“Right now? You are going to learn how to play a song at 3 am?” You rested against the headboard on your side, looking at him opening up his laptop to search the chords of a song.

“I’m already up, it’s not like I have anything better to do.” Guilt gnawed at you at his statement. He had been snoring no more than twenty minutes ago, sound asleep, as you should be too.

"You should sleep, Santi. I'll just go to the living room and scroll through TikTok until I fall asleep." Santiago caught your wrist as you attempted to move, preventing you from going.

"No way, no one gets left behind in battle," he declared, ever the army man, evoking a smile of tired appreciation. “Now, let’s get this started.”

You watched from your comfortable spot against the headboard, sunken in pillows and cushions as he scanned the chords displayed on the screen, dancing his fingers along the frets and strumming softly as he went through the first few lines of the song time and time again. His soft voice, mixed with the gentle melody, began to work its magic. Your eyelids grew heavy as you continued to hear Santiago's voice like a distant lullaby.

“...I fretted fire but that was long ago.” Santi finished singing the first strophe with a triumphant smile, setting his fingers back to the first chord. “Honey, I think I got it! Check it-” He turned to you, seeking your approval, but instead found you curled against the pillows, breathing softly, finally asleep. “I guess I’ll show you in the morning.” Santi gently lowered the guitar and turned off the light, casting the room into darkness again as he wrapped himself around you.

"Thank you," you mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss to his collarbone as you settled in.

You were the reason he could sleep now, who was he not to help you whenever you needed to rest, too.

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[lionlena]

Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

1. Oberyn Martell

There is no doubt here. He will kill for you without hesitation.

He has a hot temper, he is used to killing, he is highly trained, and... madly in love with you. You are his Queen.

If someone insults you, looks at you wrong, or hurts you, Oberyn will not hesitate to spear him or challenge him to a duel (and spear him.)

Be sure, he will make a show of killing for you. He will proudly show off his skills, and if the victim is unlucky, he will even torture them.

Oberyn really won't have any doubts. This is the world he lives in. He is a prince and is not afraid of consequences. For you, he will always be able to kill an entire army of people.

2. Jack Daniels (I wasn't sure here but my sweet @creedslove helped me)

Jack will do anything for his Sugar. If your safety or good honor is at stake, he will not hesitate to kill.

Let's be honest, Jack has no remorse about this. If someone threatens, hurts, or insults you, they are bad. And bad people deserve to die. Easy.

Good manners dictate that he must take care of and protect his Sugar.

Of course, he may not do it in a very spectacular way, but he will definitely use the skills he acquired in the agency.

If necessary, he will falsify evidence and suddenly your ex-boyfriend will turn out to be a dangerous terrorist who had to be eliminated.

Jack has no qualms about threatening others with death in his typical Southern way ;)

3. Dave York

He won't hesitate to kill for you either. For example, your abusive ex-boyfriend.

But of course, he will do it secretly. After all, he is a hitman.

If you know about his profession, he will probably confess to the murder, but it may also be that he will withhold this information for your good.

But let's face it, when you find out that your ex-boyfriend drowned (and you know he was a great swimmer), you'll figure it out.

But can you be mad at Dave? After all, he did it for you. When you tell him about your guesses...

"He'll never lay a hand on you again." Dave will whisper into your hair and kiss your forehead.

But there are also murders you don't know about. For example, that guy who was aggressive in the bar...

4. Joel Miller

Here it all depends on which Joel we are talking about. After the outbreak Joel or no outbreak Joel.

Post-pandemic Joel is of course willing to kill for you. Mainly to protect you.

It's obviously not something he's proud of, but that's the world you live in. Sometimes there is no choice. If he doesn't want you to be raped or killed, then he has to reject humanity. And he does it for you, he kills without blinking an eye.

If someone insults you or is aggressive, Joel may not kill him, but he is definitely ready to break the guy's jaw or stab him in the knee.

As for no outbreak Joel, the situation is different here. Joel won't kill for you... Not that he doesn't want to, but it's clear that he doesn't want to go to prison.

But you can certainly count on the fact that he will often scare someone who behaves inappropriately towards you.

5. Din Djarin

Well, Din is a bounty hunter. He knows how to kill and if necessary, he will kill for you too.

But it won't be something he will enjoy and he won't do it for a trivial reason.

If you are in serious danger, he will definitely not hesitate to use his blaster. But don't count on him killing someone for you out of revenge.

Of course, this doesn't mean he won't threaten other people. He's good at making threats.

So if someone is bully or aggressive towards you, he will definitely hear Din's icy modulated voice:

"You can leave this place being warm... or you can leave this place being cold."

6. Javier Peña

Javier is ready to kill for you, but because of his job, he knows he can't do it.

However, he won't hesitate to threaten your ex-boyfriend with a gun if he doesn't understand that you don't want to be with him anymore.

Javier can be aggressive and won't hesitate to use his fists to make sure no one hurts or insults his cariño.

However, the situation may be slightly different if the person who threatened you was a sicario. Javier may not kill him directly, but he will use all his connections to neutralize the threat.

And of course, he won't hesitate to kill if you're in danger. If someone kidnaps you, Javier will put the entire DEA and CIA on their feet and get a military helicopter to save you.

And when you're safe in his arms, he won't regret what he did, not even for a moment.

7. Frankie Morales

This is another man who has killed before. Frankie knows how to pull the trigger, but... He's in serious trouble because of it. He dreams of dead people at night and wakes him up with nightmares.

That's why Frankie would be willing to kill for you, but only if there was no other option. If your life was in danger.

He is also not a fan of making threats. He prefers to avoid conflicts, but of course, that doesn't mean he can't look menacing and throw a murderous look.

Of course, you will always be safe with him. Frankie knows how to fight and in case of trouble, he is always ready to use his military skills.

8. Marcus Pike

Marcus, of course, is not very willing to kill someone for you. He's an FBI agent, of course, he knows how to kill and has seen death more than once, but that's why he does everything legally.

He is also not a fan of making threats. Of course, you can feel safe with him.

It's not that Marcus can't be aggressive and combative. He just always tries to think things through and doesn't get emotional.

If your ex-boyfriend harasses you, Marcus will encourage you to report it to the police.

But of course, in a situation of danger, Marcus is ready to take out his gun to stand between you and the threat. And if it's absolutely necessary, he'll shoot.

9. Javi G

Javi is sweet, we all know that. But he's also not afraid to defend you, but killing someone is definitely out of his league.

He may threaten someone with a gun because he can play a dangerous role, but he would really be the last one to kill for you.

If you were in danger, Javi would simply hire an army of bodyguards and never leave your side. And of course, he would carry a gun. However, if he had to shoot, he would probably aim for his opponent's legs or arm.

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

[dailydragon08]

Will thinks a partner/reader who isn’t a morning person is adorable. He’s a huuuuge morning person and will do everything to help them out in the morning—making their coffee and breakfast, scraping any snow or ice off their car, taking the dog out, clearing their place at the table—just cuz that’s who he is. But he loves when they pad into the kitchen all sleepy, rubbing their eyes, especially if they’re still in their PJs (which usually consist of his shirt), and just laughs when they grumble at him.

[melodygatesauthor]

Benny miller with #7 romantic pretty please I think some Benny fluff is required

Home Safe

bbf!Benny Miller X f!Reader

Nonnie CONGRATULATIONS, you are the FIRST fluff request haha, I'm excited for this. I went with my bbf (brother's best friend) Benny. You are Santiago Garcia's little (adopted to stay all race inclusive) sister and you and Benny have been seeing each other in secret for a little while. - Prompt: “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

Tags/Warnings: SFW, soft!Benny, bbf!Benny, reader is Santi's younger adopted sister, age gap (reader is 22, Benny is 35), fluff, cute shit

Word Count: 743

Benny groaned and shifted underneath you as the movie you were watching on Netlfix concluded. You sat up, looking over at him while he leaned forward and clicked off the television with the remote and then turned to look at you. It was hard to hide your downturned expression. Saying goodbye was always a heartbreaking ordeal with him. Sometimes you didn’t know when you’d get to see him again.

“It’s almost eleven. Santi’s going to lose his shit if you aren’t home in time.” He said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingers.

“He’s not my dad.” You reminded Benny, as though he’d forgotten.

“He worries about you though. He cares about you.” He shrugged, “it’s better than not having anyone sweetheart.”

You pulled your hand away and stood up, “you’re starting to sound like you don’t want me here.”

“Honey.” Benny was fast to get up and wrap his large arms around you from behind.

He put his chin on your head and kept his hands around your waist. You giggled when his lips tickled the soft skin of your neck. You spun around, looking deeply into his eyes. He kissed you gently.

“I would love nothing more than to have you here every single day for the rest of our lives, but you and I both know…now isn’t the time.” He pressed his lips together in a thin line.

“I know.” You kissed him again before walking over to the entryway where your coat and shoes were.

“You’re still upset.” He said in a cold tone.

You both loved and hated that Benny could tell when you were still irritated about something. On one hand, you wanted to be able to hide your feelings sometimes. Sometimes you didn’t feel like you necessarily needed to talk about what was bothering you, but other times, it felt good to know that he knew you so well.

You spun around, “yes, and I’ll remain upset until we find a way to talk to Santi. I miss you all the time.”

“Alright…” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. You watched in awe as he pressed a few buttons and held it to his ear.

“Benny no!” You shouted, grabbing it from him.

“Hello?” You heard Santi on the other line.

You froze, handing it back to Benjamin “shit eating grin” Miller.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Benny asked, making a kissy face at you.

“You called me, Ben. Everything ok? It’s late man.”

“Yeah I was just…” He looked over at you. You were shaking your head and running your hand vertically across your throat telling him no. “I was just wondering what you had going on tomorrow, was thinking about getting everyone together to go bowling or something.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“So you called at almost eleven at night to ask about bowling tomorrow?”

“You know, I didn’t realize it was that late. My bad…so…wanna go?” Benny shrugged at you, to which you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah sure, I’ll see if…wants to join us.” You were excited when Santi mentioned your name, meaning you would get to see Benny tomorrow.

“Alright cool, night!” Benny hung up before Santi could respond.

You shook your head in disbelief, “I’m leaving.”

Benny gave you a soft smirk and a peck on the lips, “call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Fine.” You agreed before giving him one more kiss and leaving the house.

When you got home, a short ten minute drive from Benny’s, Santi was in the kitchen getting a glass of water. He smiled at you.

“How was Chelsea?” He asked, gulping down some of his glass.

You shrugged, “she’s fine.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You knew instinctively that it was Benny, but you couldn’t look yet.

“Benny called, wants to go bowling tomorrow. You have any plans?”

“No, I’d love to go bowling.” You gave him a half-hearted smile.

“Alright cool.” He put the glass in the sink.

You went to your room after that and lay down in your bed. When you opened your phone you had a sweet text from Benny. He sent a picture with a kissy face.

Benny: I love you, let’s not rush things and mess it up ok? We will tell him when the time is right. We have our whole lives to figure it out. You: I love you too Benny.

Melody's Birthday Celebration

Masterlist

[crazyk-imagine]

How an Argument Ends (Benny)

Will // Frankie // Santiago

This idea came to me out of nowhere. I’m happy to have been able to write so much with my three-day weekend!

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- It started off over something stupid

- You knew it, he knew it

- Then he said something he shouldn’t have and didn’t realize it at the time

- You didn’t blow up in his face, wanting to give him time to cool off

- He didn’t, then you blew up

- You leave him alone and give him the silent treatment

- He doesn’t leave your side and doesn’t stop following you around

- He keeps asking you questions, waiting for you to break

- It takes you a couple of days before you crack

- At that point you and him sit down, to have a long talk and say your apologies

- He may or may not have persuaded his way into some really hot makeup sex

- That also lead to Benny saying some very heartfelt things which, may or may not, have led you to crying (happy tears, of course)

- That freaked him out because he thought he might have hurt you or said something wrong

- Lying in bed, you two face one other

- It gave you two the opportunity and time to make up for all the missed laughter and inside jokes you two make on the daily

[whatthefishh]

There’s a Triple Frontier joke here somewhere

Dead ass the boys have bathed together (read: sat in the hot tub for hours until their skin pruned together)

[whatthefishh]

When you told me it was a bit more religious than you first expected I was like wdym but now I see and it’s so sweet and just being respectful and they’re such a group of gems I love them so much 💛

(Mona they’re literally 4 characters from a movie you gotta stop)

Quality Time with the Triple Frontier Boys

Triple Frontier Master List

All fanfic master list

Thoughts on the TF boys expressing their love for you through Quality Time.

Acts of Service Physical Touch Word of Affirmation

Warnings: References to smut (what can i say), references to religion, church etc, references to past child abuse

Benny Miller

Benny Miller is game for almost anything, any time; he loves fun. In fact, that's how you and him met! You and some friends had gone out for lazer tag and ran into Benny, Will, Santi, and Frankie. You found out later that they were all on a former special ops team, but you and your friends kicked ass (Santi insists it was because Benny was so distracted by you) Since then, you like going out for fun activities, sometimes just with him, sometimes group activities with your friends, like escape rooms. Benny was a great person to do this sort of thing with, because he didn't care if he won or lost, Benny was just happy to spend time with you and the ones he loves. Benny gets to know your friends too, making plans that include them and inviting them to come over for a movie if you were feeling down. He was happy to spend time with them, if they were important to you, they were important to him.

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You soon realized why he was so ready to embrace your friends and family. Benny grew up in abuse, his dad beating him, and his mom too drunk to pay much attention, leaving that to Will. Because of this, Will was extremely important to him and when you first began dating, you were quick to invite Will, Santi, and Frankie over. Benny was buzzing with excitement, telling you how you're going to love them how much they are going to adore you. You were so nervous; you knew how much their approval meant to him. What if they didn't like you? Would Benny leave you? What if they were mean? What if Will thought you weren't good enough for his younger brother? Within a minute of meeting them, you knew your worries were for nothing. Benny's friends and brother were three of the nicest men you'd ever met, and quickly embraced you as their close friend's girlfriend. Dinner went well, and by the end, you felt like you belonged with them. As they left, Will welcomed you into the family. That night, Benny showered you with kisses as he grinned, thanking you for such a good night.

Santiago Garcia

Santi also loved a simple night in... but sometimes he liked a night out, which you were happy to provide. Sometimes it was going out with his friends, but sometimes it was just him and you on the dance floor, bodies close together, or him spinning you around and around, whichever way you prefer to express yourself through dance. Santi loved watching you. He thought you were beautiful with or out without getting dressed up, but he couldn't help how his heart swelled with pride watching you all dolled, hanging on his arm, his and only his. He looked how you looked in a dress, romper or a nice suite, he adored your done-up hair or a beautiful head covering that you chose to match the outfit you wore, and the primal part of his brain liked knowing that other men stared at you, but they couldn't have you. Most importantly, the music and dancing made you happy, and there was nothing Santi loved more than seeing you happy.

*

You love simple pleasures, there's nothing you love more than to lay on the couch with Santi's arms wrapped around you and watching TV. Trailing his fingers down his strong arms, focusing on his steady breathing, wiggling your butt into his crotch... okay you'd be lying if you didn't admit you liked how it often lead to sex, but a different kind of sex than many of your other ventures; it was slower, sensual, taking time to appreciate his body and taking each other in. But it wasn't just about sex, you were more than happy to simply be. He was your home, and nothing felt better than simply existing in his safety.

Will Miller

Will was the classic romantic partner and you realized this very early on in your relationship. You could always count on him to bring you flowers 'just because', dressing nice to make a good impression on your family or friends, a kiss on the first date but nothing more until he felt the time was right and you both were comfortable, and romantic dates were a most. Of course he took you out to nice restaurants, always planning ahead to make sure they had options for you if you had allergies, were vegan or vegetarian, or religious restrictions, but he also planned dates with more effort. The petting zoo became a favorite between the two of you, something simple on a nice day, seeing the animals, maybe bringing a picnic, maybe getting warm apple cider if it's cool out, or ice cream if it's warm. Will liked being able to just hold your hand, letting you talk or just enjoying the sound surrounding you, it didn't matter as long as he was with you.

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Will had a lot of skills. He was an excellent marksman, a good leader, but his best skills were with his hands, which you could absolutely vouch for. Outside of sex, Will was skilled in many things considered masculine: cars, work working, plumbing and so on, and as much as you could manage things on your own, it was, admittedly, very nice to have a big, strong, man around the house to take care of these things for you. You didn't just leave him to it, however, you enjoyed spending time with him while he worked. Admittedly, it was a bit of a turn on to watch him, all manly, but you did genuinely like watching him; he took such pride in his work. So, you bring him out some coffee to the garage or a snack while he works on the paneling of your house. Pulling up a chair, you ask him to explain what he's doing. Warmly, Will smiles at you, and begins to tell you how it worked. He was clear, but never patronizing, but it still largely went over your head. It didn't matter though, because he'd always be there to do it. Over time, you learned a few things, and would begin to help him. Maybe it would go by faster if you weren't 'helping' him, but it didn't matter, you were just happy to be here with him.

Frankie Morales

What was important to you was important to Frankie, and that was that. If you were really fucking into the MCU, he'll go to the midnight premier, even if he thinks its cheesy. If you have a band you really love, he'll go with you, even if crowds make him nervous, having you go alone would make him even more nervous. Waiting in long lines for hours didn't matter, being with you was enough. And, if you were religious or spiritual, Frankie would be there for you with that too. If your region allowed outside people to worship services, he'd go with you when able, especially on holidays or if your whole family was going. If you weren't a part of anything involving a physical place of worship, he'll do his best to support you, creating a nice area for you to pray, or buying religious items. Frankie will support you in anything that brings you peace or joy or is a part of you.

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And like he supported things important to you, you supported things important to him. You loved cooking for Frankie, trying out new recipes and fun themes, enjoying sharing parts of your culture and life with him, whether food your grandma used to make, a food that was important to your family's home country or religion, or even just something you ate growing up from your city. Frankie always showered your food in praise, but one day he made an off handed comment about wishing he could make you some Chilean food. Frankie can't cook for shit. It was just something he said in passing, but it stuck with you. A few days later, Frankie came home to the dinning room table filled with food that he quickly recognized. "Carino... what is this?" You explained that you called his mom, and asked what his favorite foods were growing up, and she was kind enough to text you the recipes. You spent the evening eating with him, trying a little bit of everything as he explained about the food, and sharing memories of growing and the good times with his family.

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