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Fresh out the Slammer - Frankie Morales x Reader

You manage to find your way back to Frankie after all those years apart.

(I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes, it’s late here and I’ve proof-read this many times but I don’t trust myself with accuracy sometimes, especially after midnight. I hope this makes u feel many things either way <3)

You were done with him. With the lies. With the way he would spit out your name like it was poison coating his mouth. You’d had silly little arguments before, as all couples do. But this time, it was permanent. You grabbed as many of his belongings as you could, and stuffed them into a black bag. You told him not to return to pick up the rest, and that you’d mail them to him.

For the days that followed the breakup, you spent many of them calling out of work, too broken to focus, but not quite broken enough to not hover over Frankie’s contact, wanting to tell him you’d broken things off with your ex. You didn’t, though. Despite both you and Frankie vowing to stay in touch after your own breakup with him, neither of you ever texted the other. You just prayed that a chance encounter would bring you two back together somehow.

Three months after the breakup, you ventured into a store for a late-night snack run. Your eyes scanned the shelves, as you hummed along to the pop song playing over the speakers. You didn’t get very far into deciding what you wanted, because you froze when you heard your name and that oh-so familiar voice.

Frankie.

You looked up at him. He looked slightly broken himself. Before you could say anything back, you admired the curls peaking out from underneath his baseball cap, and the same gaps in his patchy beard that you used to kiss as you straddled his lap and his hands gripped your hips tighter with every love-filled move you made on him. The little groans he used to-

“Are you there?” He let out a little chuckle as you snapped out of your daydream.

“Sorry, Frank. Just shocked to see you.” You said, slightly embarrassed. You swore he knew what you were thinking of.

“Tell me about it.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “How have you been?”

You swallowed hard, quickly thinking of a way to tell him you’re single without sounding desperate.

“Jack and I, we broke up. He cheated on me with Amy.”

Well that’s one way, you idiot. Just trauma dump on this poor man a minute into the conversation why don’t you.

“Oh fuck. I’m really sorry to hear that. You deserve better.”

“It’s okay. Not your fault. It’s mine for trusting him. Again.” You shrug.

“No, it’s not your fault. He has no idea what he’s missing out on.”

Oh. You’d love to sit down with Frankie and have him list off everything he thinks Jack has missed out on by messing up with you. Just the thought of Frankie telling you what he still likes about you after all those years gave you butterflies.

“Thanks, Frank. Anyway, how about you? Anything interesting recently?”

Frankie hesitated a little before answering, but his dimples soon made an appearance when he smiled to himself.

“I’m a dad now.”

“Oh my God, Frankie. That’s amazing!”

You extended a hand out to his arm, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt you a little. You felt selfish for feeling that way, but a baby meant marriage, right? You looked down at his hand. No ring. Surely a girlfriend at least?

“Yeah, a little girl we called Bella.”

We. He wouldn’t be mentioning the mother if they weren’t together.

“No relationship with the mother anymore though, if you were wondering. I got back together with the guys last month and it fucked everything up. She just got up and left one day, couldn’t take it anymore. Left me with Bella.”

You hold back an ill-timed sigh of relief as you feel an urge to pull Frankie into a hug and just hold him there. But you don’t. You opt for an ‘Oh, Frankie’ instead.

“I’d love for you to meet Bella one day if you’d be up for it. No pressure of course. But I think you’d really like her. She’d love the Swiftie-ness about you.” Frankie adjusts his hat as he smiles at you.

You giggle at that and nod your head through the slight tears that are clouding your vision.

“I’d love to meet her, Frankie. If she’s anything like her dad, I think I’ll like her just fine. I’ve heard good things about him.”

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In your Treat You Better story are we going to be with all of them in the end or? 😍

I’m honestly not sure yet! I’ve thought about the individual dates with the guys and what each one will be, but not where they’ll end up/who the reader will decide they want. I’m v excited though, I have lots of ideas for the next few chapters and I’m grateful for the support on it so far 🥺

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Treat You Better - Part Two (Triple Frontier x You)

A new series in which the Triple Frontier boys help you through a breakup, and it changes everything.

Omg okay, I’m back!! So many people have been asking me about this but I needed some time to work on it and get it right. Thank you for all the love on part one 🩷

The coffee had been replaced with beer and the sunshine that kissed your skin through the windows of the cafe had been replaced with a tense silence as you all huddled in Benny’s kitchen.

Will stood with his back against the counter, arms folded across his broad chest. He chuckled to himself before he looked over at you, and saw the way you tapped your foot against the floor. You were nervous - understatement of the century.

“This isn’t fair on her,” said Will, a slight smirk on his face as he pushed himself forward and placed a hand on Benny’s shoulder, urging his brother to get things started.

Benny adjusted his hat and exchanged glances with Frankie and Santi, who all then turned to you. Every moment you spent with those boys was a happy one. A blessing, even. But under all four pairs of eyes, you felt your knees go weak and it was simply getting cruel.

“Y-you can’t just say that to me,” you managed to muster up, referring to Benny’s final words in the cafe, “and leave me hanging for this long.”

Your voice was shaky. Frankie started to feel a bit sorry for you when he heard how nervous you were. Though, the plan they’d come up with was a dream come true for him. The poor man felt tortured every time you blushed from a compliment one of them gave you, or the way you’d bury your face in his shoulder when you were embarrassed. He wanted that all of the time. Every single one of those men would die for you, but Frankie Morales would sin in ways he never even thought about before he met you.

“Okay darlin’,” said Benny, “We have an idea. We want to show you how you deserve to be treated. These men you go out with, they don’t know what to do with you, do they? Fuckin’ idiots if I do say so myself.”

Yes. Fuckin’ idiots. All losers. You needed a good man, but they all ended up the opposite.

“So, we’d all like to take you on separate dates. Give you four of the best dates you’ll ever have. Where each date ends up will be up to you. But we want you to feel comfortable, so you don’t have to do this if-” Benny continued, before you eagerly cut him off.

“I want this, Ben. I do. I’m in.” You said, earning a big smile and dimples from Frankie, and a quiet laugh from Santi.

“We all have ideas already, but I think one of us could write a book with all the places he wants to take you,” said Will, attempting to tease a shy Frankie, who wanted to hide under his cap at the obvious call-out. “But you tell us who goes first, sweetheart. We’re all yours for the next couple weeks.”

The guys gave you time to think about who you wanted to spend time with first. So later that night, after hours of laughter and Benny spoiling every movie you attempted to watch, you were finally home and in bed.

Maybe it was the scent of him that lingered on the old shirt of his that he gave you when you complained about missing him too much, but you picked up your phone, clicked on the group chat, and typed out a message:

Mr Morales, you’re up first. Show me what you’ve got 🖤💋

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When will part 2 of triple frontier be there? I'm so excited for this!! 😍😍

It has been so long I know but I hated the original part two I wrote so I’ve been rewriting and perfecting it!!! Soon, I promise 💕 thank you for being so interested x

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Cutie

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Sorry I can’t hang, I’m going to be looking at this gif for 30 hours straight. Have fun tho.

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I love your Triple Frontier fics!!! :)

Thank you so much, this is so sweet 💕

I still have a few requests to work through, and also part two of Treat You Better, so more are on the wayyyy x

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Could I request one where Benny and reader are watching a movie on the couch and reader falls asleep during it. Then, Benny sweetly picks her up and carries her to their bed?

Dreaming of You - Benny Miller x Reader

Thank you for your request, I hope this is okay x

“So turns out, babe, he was the killer all along. Now they have to-“

“Benjamin. I love you. Really, I do,” you started, and placed a hand on his cheek. “But I’ve watched exactly the same film you have. I know what’s going on.”

You always try your very best to make it look as though you’re pissed at him, but you have to be honest with yourself. It doesn’t ever work. There is so much about him that melts you, and so he simply makes it impossible for you.

You hold back a smile by biting your lip and your boyfriend chuckles in response, followed by a cheeky yes, ma’am. There was never any point in trying to hide your smile when he called you that, so instead, you giggled and snuggled back into his side. As you turned your focus back on the film, your eyes slowly started to become heavy with sleep.

It had been a long day. Work had been nothing but stress and rude customers. You found yourself drifting in and out of sleep as Benny’s eyes were trained on the action that was lighting up the TV screen. The gentle rise and fall of his chest underneath your head, along with his hand stroking your back, had started to soothe and guide you to your rest.

Benny knew you’d fallen asleep when he tried to tell you his arm had also fallen asleep. You’d changed positions on the sofa and Benny had fallen victim to your exhaustion. He kept saying your name, only to be met with soft snores, which he thought were cute. But he didn’t want to leave you there with the TV on, so he turned the film off, and moved as gently as he could from under you.

He stood, stretched, and went to pick you up, not before admiring the way you looked. So full of peace and softness and beauty. Benny eventually snapped himself back into reality and carried you through to your shared bedroom. He gently put you down beneath the covers and got in next to you.

Even so deep into a much-needed sleep, you felt him there and pulled yourself up to him, before placing your head on his chest. Benny smiled to himself as you did, and spent the night with you in the world of warm dreams you two had created beneath the sheets.

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I’m going to be working through short fic & one shot requests today so if anyone has anything they’d like to send in for the Triple Frontier boys then please do so 🩷

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I love your writing! Would you consider writing a short fic where you’re one of Santi’s friends and he sets you up on a blind date with Frankie? Bonus points for Frankie being kind of shy and adorable

Blind Date - Frankie Morales x Reader

Thank you so much for your request!! I really hope this is okay 🩷

I have a friend. He’s single. You’re single. You’re both recently out of long-term relationships. You can awkwardly return to the dating scene together. But seriously, I think you’ll like each other. How does that sound?

You laughed when Santi sent you that text. But two weeks later, you were pacing anxiously in your kitchen waiting for your cab to arrive. You’d partly agreed to the date to shut Santi up, because you knew he’d complain about your complaining if he’d offered you a way out of the single life and you’d refused, without even giving him a chance. Finding a good man was difficult, so it was worth trying, right?

The cab ride to the restaurant was painful, to say the least. You couldn’t help but question if you were doing the right thing, but Santi was one of the few people you actually trusted, and he wouldn’t have set the date up if he didn’t think you’d actually get along.

Five minutes. This Frankie guy was five minutes late. You tapped your fingers on the table, trying to distract yourself from the fact that he maybe got cold feet himself. But out of the corner of your eye, you see a little bit of commotion near the entrance of the restaurant.

A man has a bouquet of roses in one hand, and the other was messing with the soft curls on top of his head. He looked as thought he’d ran all the way there. He was frantically looking around and trying to catch his breath, while also explaining to the wait staff who he was there for.

Someone’s in trouble, you think to yourself. And then it hits you. Man who looks like he’s supposed to be on a date, also looks like he has turned up late to said date?

Then you hear your name. And a few curse words that he muttered under his breath in embarrassment. You look up, and it’s him.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get off work. Then I realised I’d forgotten to get you flowers. I hope you like roses.” He said, as you stood up to greet him.

“Frankie? You’re fine. I mean, not fine as in handsome, just fine as in ‘you don’t need to apologise for being late’. Actually, you’re fine as in handsome too, but-“

Disaster. Two seconds in and it was a disaster.

He hands you the flowers and you thank Frankie, before gesturing for him to take a seat in front of you.

“Let’s start over, huh Frankie? We both screwed up there.” You say as you settle at the table.

“Sure, I could take a redo at that”, he laughs and he blushes a little when you laugh back.

You just looked so beautiful. Frankie wished Santi had warned him about that.

The rest of the date went better than either of you could have ever imagined. The chemistry was just as Santi had promised in his myriad of texts to you about it. He knew. He always knew. And you needed to thank him for this one.

Frankie was so pleased with himself, he had you laughing all night. Even in his truck, on the way home. The radio was on, the windows were down, and the conversation was flowing so effortlessly. It was a movie scene straight from a movie that the two of you had no idea was only the first part of many.

“I’d love to see you again,” said Frankie, as he admired the way you looked in the glow of your porch light. “If you feel the same, of course”.

“I feel the same, don’t you worry about that.” You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, which took the poor man by surprise. “Goodnight, Frankie”.

The look you gave him over your shoulder as you opened your front door would be thought about until you graced him with your presence a second time.

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Treat You Better part two is being worked on and is coming very soon, thank you for the love so far!!

In the meantime, requests are open for some shorter fics for the Triple Frontier boys if anyone would like to send one in. Please remember to state who it is for and what you’d like it to include (trope, prompt etc).

Thank you 💕

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Treat You Better - Part One (Triple Frontier x You)

A new series in which the Triple Frontier boys help you through a breakup, and it changes everything.

The iced latte that sits in front of you doesn’t hit like it usually does and now you’re sure that the worst part about having a broken heart is that it ruins everything for you. You can’t even feed your caffeine addiction without thinking of him.

“So,” Benny starts, hoping to finally get your attention. “You’re looking well.”

You look up at the four men around your table, all of whom seem awkward at the lack of conversation.

“I’m looking well?” You repeat, with a mix of disgust and confusion in your voice, while tugging at your somewhat messy hair and cringing at the bags that sit so proudly under your eyes.

“I mean, considering, you know…everything.” Replied Benny, trying his absolute best to not offend you.

He’s referencing the breakup. Evidently, there is no “post-breakup glow”, your friends had lied to you. You’re a mess. A mess that even coffee couldn’t fix.

“Well, thank you Ben. How charming.”

Frankie clears his throat at this and turns to you.

“What he means, is that you’re handling it a lot better than your last breakup.”

That did not make it any better. You glare at Frankie in response, and this time, Will sits forward, his arms crossed on the table. If looks could kill, Benny and Frankie would be well and truly dead, and Will would be the one holding the gun. That’s shut everyone up, you think to yourself.

“I’ve had enough of this silence. What are we all feeling like doing tonight? Movie night? Something stronger than coffee? Running out into the traffic?” You say, trying to break the tension. After all, you caused it. You invited everyone to the coffee shop just to attend the funeral of your relationship.

No one says anything. Instead, the guys all exchange looks with each other, like they know something you don’t. Like they already have plans they don’t want to tell you about. To your right, Frankie starts playing with his baseball cap and runs a hand through those curls of his. Will is looking at his lap. Benny has a slight smirk on his face, one you know all too well.

The atmosphere between all of you has shifted now. As you go around the table, you discover that Santi is looking at you with a very specific look in those eyes of his. But he looks elsewhere when you meet his gaze, and you know something is up.

“What is wrong with all of you? Has this emotional mess I have become put you off as well?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at them.

“It’s the opposite,” says Frankie, a slight nervousness in his voice. “Benny?”

Now you’re confused. You look at Benny, waiting for him to explain.

He still has that smirk on his face and it’s starting to piss you off. Just a little. It melts you, the way he looks so cocky and handsome and perfect. But he’s being a dick by not answering you, so you shrug at him to further demand a response.

“You think you could ever put us off? You couldn’t be more wrong. We have an idea. A game. We love you, but you have terrible taste in men, sweetheart. We hate seeing you so heartbroken. We think we could change that.”

There is something much different in the air now. It isn’t an uncomfortable tension of awkward silence over bad coffee. It’s an excitement you want to know more about. So for the first time since the breakup, of course it is Benny fucking Miller who has managed to bring the butterflies within you back to life. All you needed was for him to light the spark the last man put out, and now you’re overwhelmed with confidence.

“Go on, Miller. Don’t leave me hanging.”

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Sweet Nothing - Frankie Morales x Reader

You and the boys have a night in at Benny's place, and amongst the chaos during a movie night, you and Frankie manage to find some quiet.

"Beer?"

You look up from your place on the sofa to see Benny holding out a full bottle of beer.

Normally you'd accept, but alcohol made you sleepy and you had to keep your eyes open for the game of charades Santi had proposed to everyone five minutes earlier. You shook your head at Benny but offered a slight smile in return.

"You don't have to stay awake, doll. Always welcome to crash in my bed while we're all out here"

Benny knew. He always knew. But once again, you shook your head at his suggestion and promised him you were fine. But you weren't fine. You wanted nothing more to fall asleep in Benny's bed to the sound of your boys laughing in the front room. But you also wanted to be present. After their latest mission, you knew how important it was to spend as much time as possible together.

"Well, you know where it is if you need it." Said Benny, before moving on and offering the beer to his brother.

Ten minutes later, the game of charades had been abandoned and Santi decided to put a film on instead. You couldn't actually hear what was being said, because Benny and Santi were too busy arguing over what they thought was going to happen. Then Will joined in and you wished you had taken up Benny's offer to sleep instead.

You managed to get yourself up off of the sofa, and over to the kitchen for a glass of water. As you take sips, you can't help but stare at an equally tired Frankie. The way his curls poke out from under his cap, and the way his hand is resting underneath his shirt, just on his stomach. You began to wonder what it would feel like to put your hand there instead. Do it for him.

You mentally kicked yourself for thinking about Frankie like that. He'd been nothing but sweet and respectful to you since you had met. But every now and then, no matter how hard you tried to push them down, those thoughts would creep up.

"They're real fuckin stupid sometimes."

You looked up to see Frankie stood across from you with his hands on his hips. When did he get here? you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't see him get up.

You straightened up and put the glass down on the counter before agreeing with the man in front of you.

"I love them to bits but you're absolutely right." you said, earning a sigh from Frankie.

"I'm an old man now, just want peaceful nights in where I don't have to listen to a running commentary on whatever film we're trying to watch." He said, before taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair.

I could give you those kind of nights.

Before you realised what you had just said in your head, you jumped at the sound of a bottle smashing in the front room. Frankie rolled his eyes and chucked his cap on the table next to him.

"Too damn loud." He said, and ran a hand over his patchy beard. "Hey, you ever get those Taylor Swift tickets you wanted?"

You were about to turn around, but paused when he brought Taylor Swift up. It was something you had mentioned to him ages ago. You were both sat in a diner after a similar night with the guys, and needed to escape. So you sat and talked. All night. About anything and everything. You mentioned wanting to get tickets but didn't spend too long on the topic, so you went red when you realised Frankie truly was listening to you ramble on about them.

"Yeah, I did." You spoke quietly, but inside you were screaming. For so many beautiful reasons.

"Can I confess something? The night you mentioned those tickets, I went home and played a few of her songs. She's good."

"Seriously? You like her?" You asked excitedly. You wanted to die at the dimple that made an appearance on Frankie's face when he smiled at your enthusiasm that had suddenly shown up.

"Yeah," He chuckled. "You mentioned you loved Sweet Nothing. That's my song right now. I really am too soft for all of it."

He looked proud as fuck for slipping that lyric into the conversation, and also for how he'd clearly been studying your favourite artist.

You thought of the lyric outside they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming and realised that perfectly described your situation with Frankie. Pure chaos in the front room with Santi, Benny, and Will, but the kitchen? You and Frankie found five minutes of peace in the kitchen. It was your place. You made the rules that night.

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@ men irl: why are none of you THEM?????

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Pedro Pascal as Javier Peña in Narcos

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Triple Frontier, 2019 (Dir. J. C. Chandor)

I watched this for the first time two and a half years ago and I genuinely haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

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I like going this way. It’s better than waiting in line.

RAY LIOTTA as HENRY HILL Goodfellas (1990) dir. Martin Scorsese