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dameronscopilot · 2 years

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Kinktober!! Thank you for blessing us... can i request Benny x reader x Frankie with praise kink and breeding with "You can do better than that." Thank you.

(Thank you for blessing my brain with a request that sent me spiralling to horny jail 🧡. Hope you enjoy!)

A Helping Hand

Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!reader x Francisco "Catfish" Morales

Word Count: 2.2k+

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, this is filth!, oral sex (f!receiving, mention of m!receiving), handjob, unprotected (and protected) p in v, MFM dynamics, MM dynamics, praise kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, spit kink, benny’s in charge until he’s not, some soft!dom frankie vibes, established relationship benny x reader

Summary: You and Benny are no good at being quiet, not even when you're staying in Frankie's guest room.

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You didn’t show up at Frankie’s house after your apartment flooded with intentions of defiling the bed in his guest room with Benny. You really didn’t. But in retrospect, you should have known your boyfriend would be entirely incapable of keeping his dick in his pants for even one night.

Honestly, you may have gotten away with it if it weren’t for the fact that the room Frankie so kindly let you and Benny stay in was directly beside his own. You thought you could be quick and quiet when he casually plucked the novel you were reading out of your hands, bringing your face to his to kiss you softly. But something slow and sensual clearly wasn’t in the cards, and you really couldn’t blame Benny—he was still keyed up and restless from his last match.

He eventually rolled on top of you, caging you in as your kisses grew more heated and desperate, and when his fingers trailed across your bottom lip, you couldn’t help the urge that bubbled up inside of you to begin sucking on them. Any remaining hopes of keeping the clamor of your activities down to a reasonable volume flew swiftly out the window the moment Benny eventually removed his spit-soaked fingers, a line of drool trailing past your lips as he slid his hand down to your throat.

You could feel the outline of his bulge pressing insistently against you as his eyes roved over your tousled state and swollen lips, and he quietly said, “Open that mouth for me, honey.”

So it was going to be one of those nights.

Your lips fell open as Benny leaned down to spit in your mouth, and you held his gaze intently as you swallowed.

“Good girl,” he smiled.

That fucker knew the game he was playing. Knew that you’d instantly arch up into him at the praise, a needy moan leaving your mouth as your mound brushed against his hard shaft. Knew you’d be dripping the moment he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “You took my cock so fuckin’ good last night, baby. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about how deep you had me in your throat. Wanna repay the favor and fill that perfect pussy of yours up tonight. Maybe I’ll fuck a baby into you this time.”

“Benny,” you gasped, tugging at his hair as he pinched one of your nipples, “Frankie’s gonna fucking hear us.”

Unbothered, Benny leaned down to hook a finger in the waistband of your underwear, slipping them off in one fluid motion. His eyes found yours as he tossed them aside and shrugged. “Guess you’ll just have to keep that pretty little mouth quiet while I do this, then.”

Fat fucking chance. Benny’s tongue began what could only be described as a tactical assault on your folds, and by the way he gripped your ass as he eagerly licked and prodded his way inside of your wet, quivering cunt, you swore he wanted Frankie to hear the debauched chorus of wanton moans that fell from your lips.

So really, it shouldn’t have come as even a goddamn modicum of a surprise to either of you when the judgemental voice of none other than Francisco Morales chided from across the room, “You can do better than that, Benjamin.”

Your heart leapt in your chest as you glanced over to see Frankie leaning against the frame of the now-ajar door, arms crossed and eyes calculating.

Before you could say anything yourself, your boyfriend smoothly retorted, “Oh yeah? Why don’t you come show us, Fish?”

Frankie’s eyes widened a fraction, just for a moment, before he let his gaze fall on you. A question lingered there: are you okay with this?

You and Benny had never had a threesome before, but one night not long ago with far too many beers had led both of your loosened lips to agree that Frankie looked like he could absolutely use a night in your bedroom. Neither of you were opposed to it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Benny probably fucking planned all of this and flooded your apartment himself.

What neither of you remembered was how loudly the two of you had been whispering to one another on your night of drunken revelations, which had taken place in Santiago’s backyard. Frankie had sputtered beer all over himself from where he stood leaning against the side of the house a few yards away, every single word floating over to his listening ears.

Though he’d never brought it up, the thought had plagued him many a night since then, leaving him to begin mustering up his own fantasies about what exactly he’d do in the event of such a sultry invitation from the two of you.

And so when you nodded your consent at Frankie, that’s all it took for him to stride over in his boxers and a rumpled, faded t-shirt. He’d already made up his mind long before he heard your breathy moans as Benny began to take you apart a mere room away.

“Take off your pants, Ben,” Frankie said tersely, coming to a stop at the foot of the bed.

And just like that, your typical bedroom dynamics were sent flying into a tailspin by the steady hands of the most capable pilot in the room.

Benny may have been in charge in your bedroom. But this? This was Frankie’s house.

Benny turned back to look at him, raising an eyebrow, but the expression on Frankie’s face brokered no argument. You had to bite your lip at the nearly imperceptible shudder that you watched run through Benny as Frankie muttered, “Good boy,” once his boxers and sweatpants were tossed into a heap on the floor. Interesting.

Frankie calmly instructed you to get on your hands and knees, and his breath ghosted against the shell of Benny’s ear as he explained, “Now Ben, show me how you were planning on…what was it? ‘Filling that perfect pussy up’?”

Benny, for all his bravado and carefully practiced movements in the bedroom, fumbled for a moment as he crawled closer toward you, the precum from the head of his swollen shaft swiping across your ass.

Frankie tsked, climbing up onto the bed behind him, and Benny nearly choked as he felt the other man’s hand wrap firmly around his cock. “Jesus fucking Christ, Fish,” he croaked out, unable to stop himself from weakly thrusting into his best friend’s fist.

You glanced back to look at both of them, a trail of arousal sliding down your thighs at the sight of Benny dropping his head backward onto Frankie’s shoulder as he began to jerk him off.

“Are you ready, princesa?” Frankie asked teasingly, not missing the way you subtly shifted backward toward them.

Benny reached out a hand, swiping it through the slick in your folds, and he held it out to Frankie as he asked, “I don’t know, Fish. You tell me.”

Frankie took Benny’s fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean, and then he leaned forward and kissed him slowly. Benny nipped at his bottom lip, and amusement rumbled in Frankie's chest. Your legs would have given out right then and there if Benny didn’t reach forward to grasp your hips and catch you. Before he could bring a hand down to line himself up with your cunt, Frankie grabbed Benny’s length and ran the head along your wet slit. Once he was notched at your entrance, Frankie laid his hands over Benny’s and began to slowly push him forward from behind, inching his cock into you.

“Alright Ben, I think you should share Frankie now,” you groused, and you heard both of them chuckle.

Frankie made his way over to you, climbing on the bed just as Benny pulled you backward so you were seated in his lap, his cock still shoved deep inside of you. Lifting you up slightly in his arms, he began to rock his hips upward, fucking up into you at a leisurely pace. Meanwhile, Frankie leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips, which you met in kind. You put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and Frankie melted into you as he wrapped his arms around you. You whined into Frankie’s mouth as Benny’s cock continued to split you open while he left a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

Frankie licked into the seam of your mouth, and you let him deepen the kiss, reveling in the way his tongue deftly tangled with yours. And then his lips left yours as he fisted a hand in the back of Benny’s hair, pulling his head closer to claim his mouth in a bruising kiss. Benny’s hips snapped particularly hard up into you in response, and you ground down against him in return, enamored by the sight before you. When he pulled away slightly, a trail of saliva hung between their mouths, and then both of their lips sought out yours in a sloppy, desperate, three-way kiss.

Frankie’s hands found their way to your breasts and he began to massage them at the same time that Benny brought a hand down to tease at your clit, both of them still messily kissing you and each other.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried out as a thrumming sensation of pleasure began to melt through your veins, turning to liquid fire as it reached your abdomen and exploded into a gushing orgasm.

At the feeling of your juices soaking his cock and balls, Benny’s own climax hit him, and he drove his shaft into you to the hilt as he spilled inside of you. You slowly lifted yourself off of Benny once he had softened, and he kissed your cheek wetly before flopping down sideways onto the bed beside Frankie.

Frankie.

You turned to look at him, his shorts obscenely tented from his hard shaft. Biting your lip, you said, “Well, Frankie?” wiggling your hips for emphasis.

“If you’re both okay with that.” He shot a look at his best friend, who was glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“Fuck yeah,” Benny grinned as you nodded eagerly, reaching his hands out to pull you over on top of him.

Flourishing a square package that he’d slipped out of his pocket, Frankie ripped it open, sliding the condom onto his length as he dipped a finger into your hole and commented, “Look at you, cariño, your cunt is full of Ben’s cum. You want me to stuff my cock in there and make sure no more drips out?”

You moaned, and Benny kissed you languidly as Frankie slid inside of you. When your lips parted, Benny’s eyes danced in amusement as you dropped your head heavily onto his shoulder. Whereas Benny was thick, Frankie was slightly longer, and your pussy throbbed as you felt him push your boyfriend’s cum even deeper inside of you.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty on Frankie’s cock, baby. Look at you, you’re such a good girl, taking him so well,” Benny crooned, holding your face in his hands and kissing you again.

“Harder, Frankie,” you whined against Benny’s lips.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Frankie slammed his cock into your fucked out hole repeatedly, so hard that you nearly saw stars, and he eventually folded his body over yours. He brought his face to where your lips were hovering over Benny’s and breathed out, “Gonna have to slow down before I fuck right through this condom. Don’t need both of us putting a baby in you, now do we?”

He didn’t miss the way your pussy clenched down on him as he said it, and Frankie raised both eyebrows as Benny chuckled, “She’s still on the pill right now, talking about it just…makes her really horny.”

You flicked Benny’s ear, and he added, “Okay, it makes both of us really fuckin’ horny.”

Frankie tilted his head to the side for a moment, considering, and then he nodded, seemingly catching on. He turned your head, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he murmured cooly against your mouth, “Filthy girl, huh? I bet you want me to fill you up, too, don’t you?”

A keening sound left your lips, and he continued, “Want that tight little cunt to be so fuckin’ full of my cum and Ben’s, you won’t even know whose baby it is.”

Without warning, the steady wave of pleasure that had been building up inside of you burst in an intense orgasm that left you boneless in Benny’s arms, and with a few more thrusts inside of you, Frankie’s cock began to pulsate with his release as well.

“Should let Frankie teach you some lessons in dirty talk,” you mumbled jokingly against Benny’s collarbone.

“You know I can do better than that, honey,” Benny said defiantly, a challenge flashing in his eyes.

“Keep running your mouth, and I’ll fucking fill you up, too, Benjamin,” Frankie said in a clipped tone, and the way Benny’s cock had begun to stiffen once more underneath of you made it abundantly clear you were still in for a long night yet.

“Well in that case…” Benny began.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Letters to My Love // Part II

Georgia on My Mind

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Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: For those of you who may not be aware, the United States established an emergency wartime agency known as the Office of Censorship during World War II. The purpose of the agency was to censor any sensitive information contained in letters being exchanged between servicemembers and their loved ones, in case the letters fell into enemy hands. Information that could have been censored included specific locations, as well as information regarding supplies and military operations. For the sake of authenticity, you may see some of this censorship in Bob’s letters.

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story!

The title for this chapter comes from the Glenn Miller song of the same name.

Dedication: Dedicated as always to @luminousnotmatter, who gives the best pep talks when I’m psyching myself out!

Warnings: Alternating POV, references to war, Bob being a sweet cinnamon roll, lots of fluff.

May 28, 1942

To the Sweet Peach from Georgia,

Hi. How are you?

Gosh, that’s a terrible way to start a letter, isn’t it? I’ve tried a hundred times to come up with something more clever or witty, but each time, I’ve ended up scrapping it and I think pretty soon the Navy is going to have something to say about the amount of paper I’ve wasted. This is the farthest I’ve gotten, and I think I’m just going to have to stick with it.

I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this. I know it’ll take even longer for you to get it. I hope you haven’t forgotten me by now. I’m sure there’s been plenty of other lucky fellas who have been clamoring for your hand at the USO dances since I shipped out. And if you don’t feel like writing back, please know that you don’t have to. I’m already in your debt for the wonderful night we shared, and I’ll always be thankful to you for making my last night back home so special. If that’s all I get—well, I’m a lucky man indeed.

I think back on that night all the time. Paul, Tommy Boy, and Benny—you remember them?—they won’t let me forget it. Even if I wanted to (which I certainly don’t), they wouldn’t let me forget. That’s another reason why it took me so long to write you—though my mother always taught me not to make excuses. But every time I would sit down and try, the boys would razz me about how I owe them big time for us meeting. They seem to want to take all the credit for dragging me to the dance that night.

Don’t tell them I said this, but I think they’re right. Going to the dance that night was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, and I’m glad the fellas convinced me to do it.

Now that they consider themselves the saviors of the night, they’ve been trying to give me tips on what to say to you in my letter—the only letters I’ve ever really written are to my parents and little brothers, so I guess they think I could use the help. According to Tommy Boy, I should spend the whole letter telling you how beautiful you are and complimenting each and every one of your features. He’s not wrong, but I worry I’d never be able to finish writing the letter if I did that. Benny’s advice doesn’t really bear repeating—Paul smacked him over the head for it, if that gives you any indication.

Paul is the one who told me to write from the heart—to just tell you anything that comes to mind, like we’re having a conversation. Kind of like that night when you took me on the stroll down King Street. I’ve never found it as easy to talk to anyone as I did that night, so I figure Paul’s onto something there. I’ve decided to take his advice, much to Tommy Boy’s and Benny’s annoyance.

I know the war is probably the last thing you want to be thinking about, but I figured I should maybe update you on where I am. Or maybe that’s too presumptuous on my part. If it is, I apologize. I’m not sure if they’ll even let me tell you this, but my squadron has officially arrived in [REDACTED]. This isn’t exactly how I imagined my first time in Europe would be, but we’re safe at the moment and I suppose that’s all I can really hope for right now. It’s certainly given my mother some peace of mind, which I’m thankful for.

You want to know something? Every time I’m feeling a little down, or missing something about home, I think back to that little ice cream parlor in Charleston and the way your smile lit up when I somehow managed to make you laugh, and things don’t seem so dark and dreary anymore. I still have that little ice cream cone wrapper you gave me, by the way—the one with your address? I have it tucked away in my trunk as a memento from my last night stateside. I know I’ve said it already, but I would say it a thousand times more—thank you for that night. It meant more to me than you could ever know.

Okay, I think that’s enough rambling on about myself. How have you been? I hope you’ve been well. I hope there are days when you forget this war is even happening, though I know that’s a rather tall order. I hope you smile and laugh every day, because you really do have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen—Tommy Boy is rudely peeking over my shoulder right now and he approves of that compliment.

How are Dottie and Paddy and little Frankie? I remember that Frankie is only a month or so younger than Paul, Jr., so I imagine that they’ll be hitting a lot of their milestones around the same time. Paul received a letter from home just yesterday, and Natasha was happy to report that their boy has been laughing up a storm as of late. Paul was proud as could be to tell us all, but I think he’s a little sad, too, that he’s missing it. I still try to remind him that he’ll see them again soon.

Would you mind passing along my best to Paddy? Tell him I’m looking forward to another card game the next time I’m in Goose Creek. That goes for all the fellas in the squadron.

I’m including an address where you can send any letters you’d like to write. Again, please don’t feel like you have to. But if you’d like to, you can send your letters to Washington and they’ll make sure they get to me, wherever I am.

I’m sending you all my very best from across the Atlantic, and I hope you’re doing well, whatever you may be up to at this very moment.

Stay safe and, if it’s not too much trouble, maybe spare a thought for us every once in a while? It sure would mean a lot, especially coming from someone as special as you.

Sincerely Yours,

Ensign Robert Floyd

AKA, Bobby

June 12, 1942

Dear Bobby,

I admit that I’ve never been one for letter writing myself—funny that two people who seem to have no knack for dancing or writing letters seem to have found each other—but I think that “Hi. How are you?” is a perfectly lovely way to start a letter.

I’ll start mine by answering your question—I’m doing very well, thank you. And I’ll even ask a question of my own—how are you? I know you said in your letter that you were safe, wherever you may be in Europe—they did censor it—and I hope very much that that’s still the case.

I was so happy to receive your letter in the mail. It was the loveliest surprise! I know you had promised to write, and I believe you to be a man of your word, but I suppose there was a part of me that worried, like you, that that night in Charleston was the only night we’d have. If so, I’d more than cherish the memories, but I admit that hearing from you put a big smile on my face.

Of course I remember Paul, Tommy Boy, and Benny! They sound like they would get on quite well with Dottie—she’s still very smug about the role that SHE played in our meeting that night. According to my big sister, we have her to thank for twisting my arm until I signed up to volunteer with the USO, without which we, according to her, never would have stumbled upon each other at the dance. Paddy teases her all the time that she gives herself too much credit, and that soon her head is going to get so big, it isn’t going to fit through the door. Naturally, she’s the one who went to fetch the mail the day your letter arrived and you should have seen the way she tormented me, dancing around the house with it like a child on Christmas morning—if I didn’t love her so much, I really would have absolutely screamed.

Dottie should probably be the newest member of your squadron—just like your friends, she’s been very insistent on providing lots of unsolicited advice about what I should include in my letter. She’s an absolute doll, but she often seems to forget that she and I are very different people, and that includes when it comes to letter writing. But I will take some of her advice, and let you know that the night we met was wonderful, and I’m just as grateful for the time we got to spend together. I’ve heard “Someone to Watch Over Me” a few times since that night, and every time, I can’t help but think of you.

I rather like Paul’s advice though—to write as though we’re having a conversation. I feel the same way that you do. Talking to you that night was so easy. I meant what I said on that bench on King Street—I feel as though I’ve known you so much longer than that one night. I like the idea of continuing our conversation through our letters. Just like with our dancing, I suppose we’ll help each other get the hang of it, right?

The thought of you still having that silly little ice cream cone wrapper makes me smile. Please don’t be surprised by that—you truly do have a knack for making me smile and laugh. And if the remembrance of that night can make the darkness of this war feel any lighter—even for just a moment—then I’m so glad. We’re all doing okay back here in Charleston, and I hope with all my heart that you are as well, wherever you may be right now.

Paddy’s been working long hours, and he’s often exhausted when he comes home at night, but today is one of his rare days off, so he took Dottie and Frankie on a walk to the park. He shot me a wink as they were leaving—I think he was purposely trying to get my sister out of the house so that I could write my letter to you without her “helpful” assistance. They’re all doing very well though, thank you for asking! Paddy said he’s more than ready for a match of Rummy when you all get home.

Paul must be bursting with pride in his family—though we didn’t speak long at the dance, I could tell how much he loves Natasha. If it’s even possible, I’m sure he loves his children even more. Being separated from them must be so hard, but he’s so lucky to have a wonderful friend like you. I remember what you said about the two of you always having each other’s backs. That’s important, especially at a time like this. I hope and pray that you always will be there for each other, and that you’ll help each other get home. Same goes for all your friends.

I’m not sure if this will be helpful to you at all, and if it’s not please let me know, but I thought I might describe for you what the day is like today in Charleston to give you a taste of home. Well, I know that Charleston isn’t really home for you, but since I can’t get to Iowa at the moment, I thought this might be the next best thing. I’m sitting at our table in the kitchen right now, and the window and back door are open. It’s a sunny day here in Charleston, though it is rather brutally hot. South Carolina tends to get that way this time of year. It reminds me quite a bit of summers back home in Georgia—by the way, I was touched to see that you remembered. Maybe one day we’ll get to enjoy some Georgia peaches together. Anyway, the birds are chirping outside—it’s still fairly early in the day, so there is a light breeze. I wish I could bottle up some of this good weather and send it to you, but since I can’t, please know that I’m hoping the sun is shining down on you right now. I know you need good weather for flying.

Bobby, I want you to know that that night at the dance was very special to me, too. You keep thanking me, but I feel like I should be the one thanking you. I’ve volunteered at a couple dances since then, but none have been anywhere near as wonderful. I’ll be saving a dance for you, for when you come home. If you’d like, that is.

I think of you and your friends every day, and I wish nothing more than your safe return. Thank you for your service, Bobby. Thank you for fighting to keep us safe.

I hope this letter gets to you soon, and I look forward to hearing back from you.

All my best,

The Sweet Peach from Georgia

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #x reader #x female reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #lewis pullman #WWII AU #1940s AU

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backtothefanfiction · 6 months

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Big News | A What Benny Doesn’t Know Story

Summary: Frankie and Magpie have some big news to tell the boys

Warnings: fluff, angst, happily ever after vibes

A/N: been a while since I wrote anything for this crew but I thought it was time.

“OUCH BENNY! YOU SHOT ME!”

“No I didn’t!” The youngest Miller cried out defensively.

“No, I did. My bad!” Will held up a hand from the other side of the garden. “In my defence, I was aiming for Frankie.” Will continued to explain, his hands raised, paint ball gun hanging limply in his right hand.

There was another sharp sound of air and he paused in the middle of the lawn, sneering, as a ball of paint hit his back, a smattering of blue, smearing all over the back of his T-shirt.

“Yo, shitheads,” Frankie called over to the two Millers, “we told you it was fine to test them out as long as you didn’t get it near the food.” He said, wiping a small splatter of yellow paint off the side of his new grill.

You had invited everyone around for a cook out and chill as you had big news you wanted to share.

“Sorry!” Benny said, skipping over to join his brother, but not before popping off one more paint pellet at his brothers feet.

“Benny, man!” Will sighed.

“Eh, whatever.” Ben shrugged, but was quickly regretting it as Will fired his last pellet from short range at Benny’s left bum cheek. “OW!”

“See, it hurts doesn’t it.” You said, stepping away from Frankie at the grill, a plate of meat in your hand ready to be placed on the table, your opposite hand still rubbing tenderly at your arm where you’d been hit with the paintball.

“So what’s this big news?” Will asked as they took their seats.

“Don’t tell me, Santi is finally moving out of your place.” Benny ribbed, seeing the older man exit out into the garden through the sliding door to join them.

“Still sore you ain’t tapped that, eh Benny.” Santiago said with raised eyebrows to the youngest Miller, the only one of them out of the group who hadn’t fucked you.

“Ha, ha, ha.” Benny deadpanned, but it was clear after all these years he was a little salty.

“Hey, Ben, maybe that’s the big news.” His older brother ribbed him, “maybe after all these years Magpie’s finally taken pity on you and is gonna allow you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.”

“Okay, okay.” Frankie said, quieting his friends at the table as he came to stand beside you, wrapping a comforting arm around your back. “That’s enough.”

A brief pause of silent anticipation gathered over the table as the other three men awaited the big news from their favourite couple. Frankie turned towards you, locking his deep brown eyes with yours, a gentle nod as if to check you were ready. Your palms were sweaty and you felt like your heart was in your mouth, but you gave him a small nod anyway, before turning your body back towards the table.

"I'm pregnant." you quickly blurted out. Benny practically choked on his beer he had been taking a sip of, his hand only just catching the spray in time for his brother to shift out of the firing line.

Once the look of disgust from having Benny's mouth beer sprayed over the side of his neck wore off, both Miller brothers were up out of their seat, blue eyes shining in the afternoon sun, smiles plastered on their faces as they came to embrace both you and Frankie in turn.

"Oh my gosh, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you both." The elder Miller brother said gracefully to you, whilst his brother began to side skip around the garden shouting, "I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE! I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!" for the whole street to hear.

When you turned to look at Santi though, his face was a picture. His bottle of beer hung loosely from his fingers between his legs, his gaze glassy and distant. "Hey, Pope, you okay there?" you asked, taking the seat next to him.

"I-uh- yeah." he said, as if suddenly startled by your presence. "Yeah." he nodded taking a sip of his beer, as if it would help solidify the air of happiness and acceptance over your news. But you knew him. Had been sleeping with him, both with and without Frankie for around two years now. You placed your hand over his where he rested it on his thigh. He sighed and his facade faltered. "I knew you both were trying," he said, "I just didn't think it would happen this quickly."

"Neither did we." you confided. In truth, you and Frankie had only been trying for a few months. When you had gotten the test results back you had even made a joke about him having super soldier sperm. "You know, this doesn't have to change anything." you said to him. But his face softened. "We would happily build you your own little cabin in the back yard to live in." You said hopefully.

"No, it's fine… it's time." he said, as Frankie stepped over to join the two of you.

"You can still have her on birthday's and major holidays though if you want." Frankie joked.

"Hey, don't joke about that cabron, I may just take you up on that." Pope smiled, standing up and pulling Frankie in for a brotherly embrace. "I really am happy for you man." he said, patting him on the back.

"I know." Frankie said, shifting his hat on his head as he stepped back and Santi turned to wrap you in a softer, more tender embrace, of his own.

"I really am bally for you both." he said into the top of your head before he pressed a kiss to your crown.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, holding his chest to you firmly, inhaling his scent deeply and humming to yourself, trying to savour every last moment like this with him. "Thank you, Pope."

"Don't mention it, baby." he replied before he reluctantly released you back to Frankie.

"Okay, can we eat now?!" Benny asked, bouncing around the table eyeing up the food.

"Yes!" the rest of you said in unison to him and he immediately grabbed his plate and began filling it.

You felt Frankie's familiar arm, snake comfortingly around your back. "You okay?" he said to you lowly, checking back in the other side of your bombshell announcement.

And as you looked back out to the table of food and your boys stood happily around you, your nerves completely settled and a glow filled your chest. You smiled to your man beside you, "yes… I think I am."

#triple frontier fic #triple frontier x reader #frankie x reader x santiago #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie catfish morales #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #benny miller #what benny doesn't know

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beefrobeefcal · 8 months

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Beefro, I'm on my period rn. Tell me why the only thing I can think about is having a beefy pedro boy to cuddle. One who would rub my lower tummy with big warm hands to help with the cramps, and his belly would press into my lower back and we could just watch rom coms and Star Wars movies. It's giving Frankie vibes, but I also can't stop thinking about retired agent Jack Daniels and that southern drawl.

Oh Redy! I’m too riding the crimson tide…

Who would be the best chubby!P-boy for this job?

Let's find out...

We're-all-in-this-together regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Chubby!Frankie - 9/10

Of course, our resident military snugglepuss would be ready to take orders. Need supplies? Text him a picture of what tampon/pad combo you want. Don’t feel like cooking? He already knows he’s in for a few days of take out and he’s not complaining. Want comfort? Already has plans to cuddle on the couch and his big body is JUST RIGHT for warm snuggles. Frankie is ready to take on your period and has a strategy for every variable and Is the ideal candidate for the job.

Chubby!Dieter - 7/10

While he may lack in empathy, he has the drugs you need to quell your pain. Uppers, downers, side-to-siders - he's got the gambit and he'll partake what ever you choose. He's also got every take out restaurant on speed dial and a private chef. It's not for everyone and some of his remedies might be questionable, but his heart is in the right place... that and he's a human heating pad.

Chubby!Joel - 7/10

He's done this before - had multiple female partners, had the teenage daughter. Periods are just a part of life and Joel has seen his fair share of blood before (periods or not). Unphased, he's be your matter-of-fact pillar to lean on and offer advise (unsolicited and otherwise). While you love the support, the know-it-all attitude he carries might get on your nerves, but he's quick to apologize and remain supportive in any way he can... while also telling you what to do as he gives you one hell of a backrub.

Chubby!Peña - 6/10

Probably the most uncomfortable with any talk about your 'monthly', he would be supportive albeit a bit clueless. He'd probably get either Connie or one of the other girls in the office to pick up supplies and he'd nervously look at you like a beaten puppy as you sit doubled over on the couch in pain. He'd eventually find a system to help, but it would take a lot of guidance. Perk? You'd get to watch him stress eat over the whole situation.

Chubby!Dave - 3/10

100% out of his wheel house. This is a woman's issue and Dave is not a woman, therefore it's not his issue. Tell him what you need, but don't expect support beyond a pat on the head and a kiss. He might give you a good pain killer if he's feeling sympathetic. You're better to keep your period stuff to yourself, according to Dave. He does get a mark deducted for being terrible at sharing his snack hoard with you.

Dark!Frankie - 0/10

As much as he'd like to think he's great at everything, this is an area that requires empathy. Unfortunately for you, unless the solution to your monthly woes is fucking him or cooking for him, BigFish is out of ideas. He doesn't want to see you in pain though, and he'll tell you that... less to offer comfort and more like an order for you to get in line... The only way it could be worse is if you had to deal with PORP.

Honorable Mentions:

Benny Miller: We'd all be so lucky to have a Benny. We see how he is with Honey (when his good intentions come out wrong.) Chubby!Jack Daniels: Not yet part of the Bistro, but maybe soon? I think you're right, Redy - this old, fat cowboy would be heaven sent. Chubby!Javi G: If he was a Cannon P-Boy, he'd clock a 58/10 on the scale. Homeboy's love language is MADE for dealing withy your period.

#beefro headcannons #chubby!p-boys #you ask beefro answers #you asked beefro answered #thot tank #🥩#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal tummy

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joelsbloodyhands · 4 months

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What song makes you think of Benny Miller?

#whenever I listen to kings of Leon instant ben vibes #benny miller #triple frontier #Garrett hedlund #kings of Leon closer #songs for characters #Spotify

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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WIP Thursday

I’m unsure which WIPs to post snippets of. I’m always writing new stuff and working things that I’m planning to continuing and editing. The writing feels like a compulsion but is also therapeutic for me. It’s a curious conundrum 🤔

I was tagged by @avastrasposts and @frenchiereading I love you two ❤️

Anywho, this week, I’m just going to name ongoing or pending fics I have. It’s a long ass list but if you follow me, you should have an idea that I am a master of none and will write whatever idea sticks in my noggin. Behold!

Current ongoing fics (on Tumblr):

Nights in Coruscant - Din Djarin

Coasting through the Rainbow - Javier Peña

A Safe Place for Us - Dieter Bravo

Our Journey through the Star Ocean - Din Djarin

Weddings 101 with Dieter - Dieter Bravo

Fire and Fury - Pero Tovar (DDDE)

Security Logs - Frankie Morales

Therapy for the Well-Adjusted - Marcus Pike

Uncomplicated Mi Amor - Javier Peña

Come live with me Angel - Benny Miller

Current fics on AO3 (might be on Tumblr one day, you’ll also need to be a registered user to read them):

Front Office Adjunct - Dave York (Dark)

Foul Play - Javier Peña (kinda Dark)

Caught in the Magic of You - Marc Spector

Fifty-Six Wildflower Lane - Frankie Morales (Dark)

WIPs that are in Nerdie’s notes floating around:

Viridesicant Seduction - Ezra

The Green Shop of Memories - Marcus Moreno AU with magic (maybe Nerdie looked at her Harry Potter books too long, thought she was in the coven with the witches from “The Acolyte” and chose to pull a modern day fantasy out of thin air) 👀 Also @secretelephanttattoo ‘s glorious fic Afterword is to blame.

Common Tongue (Moment’s Silence) - Din Djarin

Drinks after Work - Tim Rockford (He’s gotten most of my horny vibes as of late, what’s a few more? Also coworkers to lovers? Also they’re in their mid-forties. The vibes say so, so it shall be written.)

Honey and Sugarplum - Jack Daniels (Him and that damn Stetson. The brim is wide like him.)

No title - Oberyn Martell as a sex worker? (All vibes. Could stay as is, could have an older virgin reader or just an older reader who wanted to explore some stuff)

No title - Poe Dameron talking you through giving yourself an orgasm. (Vibes and also Zoom?)

No title - Marcus Acacius fic (The plot? convoluted and doesn’t have Marcus in the orgy because he wasn’t invited. Frankly he doesn’t want to be there and it’s not hot without him. But is still plot relevant, sneaky stuff, plans and an assassination or two. It’s Rome baby, just a Tuesday evening before we hit up the bath house.)

No title - trying to rework an m/m fic I’ve been trying to write since January. Why did I need a time skip in there? Also don’t worry about feelings. It’s buns out. But also feelings because, we care kinda. Well about seeing tears and knowing we did that. This is why it needs to be reworked, maybe with different characters. Theme will stay the same though.

So you know, a few things. Just a couple. 🤭

Does anyone believe when I say it might be a problem? Who does all this at the same time? Ugh…😭

Peeps who might be interested: @inept-the-magnificent @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

@maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @morallyinept @lotusbxtch @bitchwitch1981

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings @for-a-longlongtime @lady-bess @westside-rot @fhatbhabiee

@sin-djarin @syd-djarin @julesonrecord @perotovar @djarinmuse

@alltheglitterandtheroar @rosecentaur1916 @pedroshotwifey

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #wips #wip thursday #so many wips #too many thoughts #pedro pascal #Nerdie might be a little neurotic

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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i kinda wanna see the triple frontier boys and reader do the “lala” or “okok” challenge from the song see you again by tyler the creator and kali uchis. i’d like to see your interpretation on who’s who and their relationship dynamics.

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Melodic Friendships - Through the Scope Drabble

Rating: everyone ?? (im just having a fun time with this hehe)

Word Count: 2.3K

Notes (more at the end as well): i received this ask maybe two weeks ago and have been meaning to tackle it ! i saw this trend on tik tok back when it was really popular and it seemed like such a fun idea to characterize the TF boys and Estrella using it ! i will preface this post by saying that while i was trying to nail down what the exact definitions for what 'lala' and 'okok' were so i could correctly apply them to our boys,,,i found that each person had their own take/idea/meaning for it. so in the case of this little project i will be defining each term like so ...

'lala' characters (to me): people who are more extroverted, cheerful, talkative, carefree for the most part, and easy to get a long with

'okok' characters (to me): people who are more introverted, a listener, a planner, and easy to be around

*this is also going to be an unedited/stream of consciousness/off the top of my head kinda vibe so i'm sure there will be grammatical errors and i apologize for that now*

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Benny Miller - lala

There was once a time where Benny thought that nothing could compare to being out in the field with his brother and two best friends. He loved the feeling of holding a gun in his hands, the feeling of never knowing what was around the next corner, and constantly knowing that his men had his back. There were some draw backs...okay a lot of draw backs. There was always the fear of his finger getting trigger shy, that what was around the corner could be to much to handle, and coming home one man short. Even so, he didn't think he could love anything more. That was until he opened up Brass Knuckles. And then, he found, his love grew even more when you came to work with him.

You kept up with him in everything he did. Honestly, you did more than keep up with him. If he had cleaned three workout benches, you had already cleaned the last four and were on your way to start another task. If he asked if the water was stocked in the mini fridge, you would roll your chair back with a grin and reveal a full fridge and sneak in a comment about how you 'picked up an extra pack from the store yesterday after work'. Everything was a competition, but it was all in fun. It was so refreshing to not be the youngest anymore. Not that he ever let it stop him. He was the youngest in his academy graduating class, but you better believe he snagged that number one spot. Will had told him once he was 'a one in a million talent' and he wanted to prove it every single day.

The two of you could talk for hours about absolutely nothing and never get bored. He wasn't even sure if either of you ever took a breath the entire time too. It was always go go go with yall. He could always count on you to act as a spring board for new ideas he was concocting for the gym. If his own ideas fell flat, you were there to air them back up with imaginative creations of your own. The pair of yall were a fucking powerhouse. It extended far past the gym too.

Whenever he managed to bully you into having a night with the guys down at The Barrel, neither one of you were quiet the entire time. It was like you were feeding off of each other like batteries that never lost their charge. The other guys would look around try to get a word in, but both of you had already moved onto greener topics. The others could only laugh and look at yall with intense amazement because who knew there was another person alive who could go toe to toe with Benny's mind. As cheesy as it sounds, you made him feel like he got his spark back. He didn't even realize he had lost it to being so wrapped up in life until you showed up either. You were his platonic other half.

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Will Miller: okok

Will liked to be around people. However, he was picky about who he was around. He guessed that's why he didn't have many, if any, friends outside his group. They were all that he needed. He knew he would never be pestered for being on the quiet side or mocked because he was a little particular about the way he liked things. He was happy for Benny when he hired you. Lord only knows how much help his brother needed running that place. Of course he helped out whenever and however he could, but he had a job of his own.

He was wary about meeting you, he wasn't going to lie. Sure he would treat you with respect regardless, but for all he knew, you were just another employee. Nothing more and nothing less. However, he was taken aback at how naturally you bantered with Pope. When it came time for him to introduce himself to you, you didn't let him down either. You had a bright smile and a firm handshake. Not that he would call himself old fashioned, but he regarded people who had a solid handshake quite high. If he only knew that your grip would capture his heart as well.

You had been convinced to join all them out at The Barrel one Tuesday evening. He was already waiting with Pope at their usual table when you and Benny arrived after closing duties. Frankie would be running late due to his NA meeting, but that wasn't his truth to deliver to you. He watched you walk towards them with that beaming grin on your face. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one in the bar that noticed. Men turned their heads and stared at you as you plopped yourself down to his right. He felt his chest swell with pride as you reached over and hugged him so lovingly. He wasn't much of a physical touch enthusiast, but you somehow made it seem bearable. For you, he was more than willing to make an exception.

When you realized you had left your wallet at the gym, you were insistent that you went back to get it. You said 'just because I'm a lady doesn't mean yall have to buy me drinks all the time. Maybe I want to buy yall drinks sometimes and I can't do that if I don't have my card'. He pushed away from the table just as you did and gave you a look that meant 'you are more than welcome to go, but you're crazy if you think you're going alone'. He listened peacefully as you pointed out constellations to him in the sky. You looked so pleased with yourself that he didn't have the heart to tell you that he already knew where each one was and how to navigate by using them. He just liked hearing you talk.

On the way back he found himself on the opposite end of the conversation. You had managed to get him to tell you about his job and what it entails. It felt so natural to talk with you by his side. Usually he is the one with a quippy one liner or words of caution, but with you, someone who used to be a stranger, he is comfortable enough to really talk. You pull him out of his shell and make him want to shed the armor he had built up around himself. It felt safe to do that with you.

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Santiago Garcia: lala

He was smooth. Santi knew he was smooth. He had the body count to prove it and everyone around him knew it. He had never felt so challenged by a woman in his life. Usually they all turned to putty in his hands when he spoke, but you held tough. You were Fish's girl (even if he hadn't officially asked you yet) and he was so excited to see where it went. Yet, that didn't stop him from loving to push your buttons. He knew you could take it. The first moment he met you he knew. What did you say to him exactly? 'Kissing and telling wouldn’t be a good way to end my first day, don't ‘cha think?' God, that was a good line and he would have to put it in his back pocket to use for later. From that day on, the two of you were constantly trying to out wit the other.

Yall were once in the middle of a particularly devious match while grocery shopping together. He had lost at a five way game of rock, paper, scissors to see who had to buy the beer for a hangout. He was pretty pissed about it and it didn't get any better when he heard you volunteer to go with him just to rub in your victory the whole time. He was moping around the beer isle when he saw her. A beautiful woman maybe 10 years younger than him. Unfortunately, you saw her too. 'You couldn't keep up with her if you tried, old man' , 'funny, that's the same thing I told Fish when he said he liked you'. He had to pretend to look at the contents on the shelf to keep himself from laughing at your shocked face. Sure he could joke around with the other guys and they would always joke back, but there was something about your spirit that just matched his so well. Benny was a close second.

However, the one thing he loved more than ganging up on you was when the two of you would gang up on everyone else. 'The entry fee for the table is one shot' you told Fish one night when he showed up late one Tuesday evening. He saw the twinkle in your eye and knew exactly what to do. 'We all did it, man. Now it's your turn'. Will looked like he was about to object, but stopped when he noticed you placing your hand over his. You just had a way with all of them.

He found himself anxiously awaiting each time the two of you would meet so he could pick on you. He felt younger when you were around him. He felt just as spry as he did before his knee and neck surgeries. The weight of his years in the service had started to get unbearably heavy on his shoulders. Little did he know, all he needed was to see you throw back your head in laughter because of something he said to ease his pain.

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Frankie Morales: okok

Frankie loved watching you. He knew that probably sounded creepy to say out loud, so he kept it to himself. He thought that there was a lot that you could learn about the inner workings of a person just by watching them in their day to day lives. When you called him that your car broke down he went through so many emotions and happiness may or may not have been one of them. After everything was squared away at the shop, he realized he didn't want to let you go. So he bucked up the courage and asked you to breakfast.

You allowed him to chose the spot since he was a local and he settled on a hole-in-the-wall diner. He peaked over his own menu to see you smiling and looking over each and every item the restaurant served. He couldn't help but smile when he would catch you mouthing the description of the food to yourself. Frankie didn't even mind that it took you forever to order either. That just meant that he gets to spend more time in your presence. When yalls plates were brought out he saw you sneaking glances at what was in front of him. He wanted to ask you if you wanted a bite, but did that seem to relationshipy?? After you excused yourself to go to the restroom, he cut a piece of his meal off and set it on your plate. He would have given you his entire breakfast if he knew how bright you were going to light up when you came back and saw what he did.

When breakfast was finished, it was you that suggested that the two of yall do something else. He willingly let you drag him into a bath and body works store. At first he was a bit apprehensive, but you guided him over to the mens section. 'I'll break you just like I broke Benny' , "You'll break me? That sounds like a threat' , 'Just smell the candle, Frankie'. He lost track of how many candles he smelled by the time you were checking out. At this point he wasn't sure if it was the perfumes or you that were clouding his brain and making him feel all warm and fuzzy. 'I noticed you liked this one a lot' you told him producing a three wicked candle 'I wanted to get it for you as a thank you gift for helping me today'. He wondered if you saw his heart jump into his throat.

Although his favorite time to watch you was when you were asleep. He never dreamed in a million years that he would be luck enough to have someone as beautiful and kind as you lay in bed next to him. Your body was huddled up as close as could be to his. Your face was smooshed up against his bicep and he could feel your gentle breathing tickling his skin. He brushed a hair that falls in your face away and cursed at it for threatening to wake you up.

Frankie felt differently in the way that he carries himself since he has met you. Honestly, he had seen a change in each and every one of the guys. He felt like he was coming back to life again.

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Reader/Estrella- lala

I feel like it is fairly obvious that Estrella is 'lala'. I didn't want to write a specific one for her as she is featured in each of the boy's character descriptions and can be seen displaying 'lala' characteristics. I will say, what I love about her is her ability to so easily adapt to the people around her. Her overall personality doesn't change, but she is able to understand what Frankie, Santi, Will, and Benny all need from her. Estrella can bring Will and Frankie (okok) out of the prisons of their minds and mess around on the same caliber as Santi and Benny (lala). She is talker while also being quite the listener. She knows when one is needed and can let the other take a back seat. Estrella loves these boys more than she ever thought she would and I can't wait to see how she spends the rest of her time in Florida with them.

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Notes: Hello to noonie and everyone else who made it to the end of my little brain dump ! I loved this ask so so much and again im sorry it took me so long to complete ! I hope this sufficiently answers your ask ((: thank you again for submitting it to me <3

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#through the scope #through the scope drabble #through the scope headcanon #frankie morales fanfiction #benny miller fanfiction #william miller fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #i love asks #literally please blow up my asks

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itspdameronthings · 1 year

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Here is a preview of the next chapter of my mini series, never letting you go.

Some say leave the past in the past. Some just moved past it. Some just can't. When it comes to seeing the very person that brings so much pain. Pain that won't heal. To this person she is a bringer of pain. Gemma. The very person who brings so much pain. She doesn't care who she hurts. Even her own daughter. Only thing on her mind were drugs, sex,and motorcycles. Now she is returning to the town that she once called home. Goal? No goal. Maybe to stir up trouble, or to make amends.

Gemma arrived into town. Hasn't changed much. Same small town vibe. Same people doing the same thing when she left. Parking at the very diner she loved so much. Thinking about the happy times with her family.Until things start to unravel. Her being drinking so much a neighbor had to take her young daughter home. Diane Miller. Person who always took care of Sunshine. She loves her as if she were her own. Sunshine. How she missed you. Wonder if you are happy. Prayers were answered when she see Diane Miller with her husband Jack leaving the diner laughing ,and eating an ice cream cone. Taking a breath she gets out," Hello love birds. See both of you are still so hung up on each other. So fucking sweet." Remark like that would rile anyone up. Diane rolls her eyes," See you never lost sense of humor,and your sense of fashion. Tats ,and tight clothes that would tip if you breath." Gemma wasn't having that. Got in her face. After blowing smoke in her face," Oh really? Says who? By looks of you? Still dressed like a fruppy lady. Least I have any man. Hi Jack." Jack rolls his eyes . Stepped between the ladies," Now see here ! There will be no fighting near my diner! One more remark against my wife. I'll make a call to the sheriff. Gemma, I don't know why you are here. So God help me.." After lighting a cigarette," I'm looking for Sunshine. By the look on your faces. You know where she is. "

Sounds of punching bags ,and gloves hitting other gloves filled the Miller/Garcia gym. Business is booming. Fighters new ,and old training. On certain days MMA fights were held here. Upstairs you are busy with massages. Nothing erotic. Mainly helping others who suffer from pains,and others need to relax. That feeling made you feel good. To help people. Resting on the office couch. Exhausted from being on your feet for the last few hours. Eyes started to close till a famiar voice filled the room," Care for a nice snack little one?" William. Your big brother to the rescue. One person other than Benny who was always there growing up. Took good care of you when things got tough. Since your father passed away in a young age. Mother who left you alone most of the time. Till one day she left,and never came back. Diane and Jack took you in. Gave you a safe place to stay,and feel loved. For the first time.You felt like you belong in a loving family. Now you are officially married to your soulmates. Never thought you ever be well protected like you are now.

Taking a bite of your blackberry muffin smiling," Thanks big brother. Always know what I need. How is it going downstairs? Hope the boys aren't getting hurt." Will smiles as he sits next to you. Arm around your shoulder," Oh the usual. Lots of instructions being yelled across the room. Benny is trying to impress the young teenagers. Pope sits him straight." That made you laugh. Knocks at the door filled the room. Will looks up to see his beautiful wife, Sam . Gets up to hug her husband," See you missed me handsome. " Rubbing her lower back as he continues to kiss her," Oh I missed you lady bug. Missed you when you left this morning. Miss you when you leave again." Giggling at this lovely display. Newlyweds. Oh how it brought back memories. Thoughts were distracted by the sounds of your phone. Looking at the phone caused you to scream! Will rushes over to see what happened. Shacking like a leaf. Hand him your phone. Will runs downstairs to fetch the boys. Sam pulls you close," What's wrong. Tell me." Chocking back a sob," My.. mom.. she is looking for me!"

#triple frontier #benny miller x reader #santiago garcia x reader #garett hedlund #charlie hunnam #oscar isaac #never letting you go

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oncasette · 2 years

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omg happy bday r !!! sending you the best of vibes and hoping you’re doing well :)

can I request SHERIFF OF AREA FIVE: 22 + 7 with benny miller?

— bob-floyds

all i think about now by the pixies

he remembers the night you first met. how pretty he thought you’d looked under the dim lights of the nearly empty sports bar santi had dragged him out to. that short little sundress you’d worn and that smile you’d given him from across the room

he thinks you look that way now, even still, as you’re sitting in front him crying.

“benny, we can’t keep doing this,” you sniffle. “it’s not fair.”

“baby,” he says.

“no, please. it’s too hard,” you blink up at him with watery eyes. he thinks about the night he’d proposed, how you’d looked at him with nearly the same expression. the cloudy vision, the shake in your hands, just replace the grimace with a smile and you’d be the picture in his head.

“we can get through this, honey. it’s a rough patch,” he tries. he’s afraid to step any closer to you than he already is, afraid you’ll break down further.

“you’re never home, benny. you’re never here, not after that trip,” you say.

if he had it his way, he would’ve gone back to that night and turned santiago down. he would’ve sided with the rational part of his brain, and he would’ve stayed home with you in your warm bed, instead of sleeping in the jungle for a week.

“i love you,” he says.

“i love you, too, benny,” you say. “but that just isn’t enough for me anymore.”

#r’s 19 #benny miller #benny miller x reader #benny miller imagine #triple frontier #garrett hedlund #garrett hedlund x reader

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growup-thatbeautiful · 2 years

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triple frontier boys and the Midnights song they remind me of

benny

paris

- “i’m so in love that i might stop breathing, drew a map on your bedroom ceiling” come on, that’s 100% benny. daydreaming with him under the covers, being utterly and painfully in love? benjamin miller all the way.

- “stumbled down pretend allyways, drink cheap wine make believe it’s champagne.” benny’s all about making the most of every moment and not letting passion and laughter pass him by, so for me this is exactly the vibe he has. if he had to play a little pretend to make things more fun, he definitely will.

will

sweet nothing

- “you say what a mind” will compliments his partner like crazy, mostly about how smart, capable, and generally outstanding they are.

- “everyone’s up to something, i find myself running home to your sweet nothings” you can go to will for anything, whether it’s you having a bad day, getting into your own head, or just feeling overwhelmed. his presence is comforting, and he’s always there with open arms

- “to you i can admit, that i’m just too soft for all of it” you don’t have to be strong for will, he can carry the both of you when he needs to. you cry a lot? he loves how gentle you can be, and he knows how to appreciate softer things in life after going so long without them

santi

maroon

- “laughing with me feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend” santiago definitely is always trying to make you smile, no matter what. he’s easy to be around, like a friend would be.

- “i chose you, the one i was dancing with in new york, no shoes” you don’t need special dates or fancy restaurants with him, he’s going to make the most out of whatever time he gets to spend with you.

- “carnations you had thought we roses, that’s us” let’s be honest, he’s so clueless about some romanov things, but he tries his very best and that’s all you need

frankie

lavander haze

- “staring at the ceiling with you, oh you don’t ever say too much” frankie, to me, is the quietest out of all of them. he’s a listener, not a talker. he’s soft spoken, and enjoys quiet moments with you just as much as any other time. just being in your presence is enough for him

- “they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening” frankie genuinely doesn’t care what anyone else says about you, all that matters is how you feel and what you say.

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