#sorry its starting to be tourist season in my area and its already pissing me the fuck off

[br1ghtestlight]

if you are a tourist anywhere i just want you to know you actively make the lives of the locals of where you're visiting worse and they DO talk shit about you when you're not around. like its fine i just wanted you to be aware of that. we do not like you

[littlepadika]

Calling Home (1) | Frankie Morales x Reader

Summary: You are a receptionist at the VA. Frankie Morales keeps calling. Yearning ensues...

Rating: M -> E in later chapters

Warnings: fem!reader, age gap (legal), praise kink, voice kink, discussion of addiction/PTSD/trauma, no use of y/n, no beta reader, reader is bad at Spanish, Frankie has a sexy voice 😩

Masterlist here

AN: My first fic. Pedro writers have inspired me to finally start writing again 🥺. Concept inspired by the movie RED. I hope you like it ❤️Set after triple frontier.

Chapter One

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The first time he called was an ordinary Thursday.

“Veterans Affairs, how can I help you?”

You had been working at the VA office for about two weeks. Fresh out of college you felt lucky to have a job in the first place. You went to school to be a writer but your big idea for 'The Next Great American Novel' had yet to present itself. At least here you had access to the most inspiring stories and interesting people. Men and women who had seen more and done more than you probably would in your entire life. You loved talking to clients on the phone. It was weird but something about only being able to hear people’s voices excited you. You would sometimes write little stories in your head about the people you'd talk to, filling in the details that were unknown.

Your desk accessories reflected your love of books and writing. You had your growing collection of books sitting on your desk sandwiched between baby pink bookends. Next to them was a matching desk organizer filled with your favorite sparkly pens and sticky notes. You had decorated the plain cubicle walls with posters of quotes from your favorite books. You also brought your favorite candle from home. Even though you couldn’t light it you still liked to lift it to your nose once and a while and smell it between chapters. When you weren’t on the phone or scanning documents you would read. You finished To Kill A Mockingbird in your first week on the job and were now halfway through Murder on the Orient Express.

You were starting a new chapter when Frankie Morales called the first time.

You picked up the phone on the second ring already mustering your chipper 'customer service' voice. “Veterans affairs.” You stated your name. “How may I help you?”

“H-Hi. My name is Frankie- uh-Francisco Morales." A deep voice answered you. "I’m calling because I have gotten my benefits check yet. It’s been a month. I was hoping you could tell me if it got sent?”

“Okay Mr. Morales." You flipped on the computer. "Let me check. Can you spell your last name for me?”

“M-o-r-a-l-e-s”

“Okay... let's see.” You clicked on his account. You were momentarily distracted by his picture likely taken when he graduated basic if you had to guess based off the uniform. He looked sweet. Sharp nose and strong jaw balanced by kind eyes and a shy smile. You could imagine how age would continue to soften his expression making him even more handsome. The image was a strange juxtaposition to the voice you were hearing on the phone which was much deeper and rougher. His profile said he was special forces. A pilot. The rest of the information was blacked out. Something you were used to seeing on many people's accounts but even his years of service were redacted. He must have been involved in some dangerous stuff, you thought to yourself. The dates that were not redacted were mostly in Latin America. You clicked over to processing requests. “Looks like the check got sent one week ago.” You informed him.

"I'll look again but I haven't seen anything-" It sounded like he was apologizing when clearly it was not his fault.

"No no. It's probably a mistake on our end." You interrupted. With how shitty and outdated the payroll interface was you wouldn't be surprised if there was a mix up. "I’ll go ahead and let payroll know to send another."

"Great. Thanks." He replied sounding relieved. The roughness in his voice gave way to a smooth baritone.

“No problem. I'm sorry for any inconvenience it may have caused. We'll get it sent right away." You hoped he was not relying on this benefit check for anything important. While you could promise you'd fix the problem, the administration was notoriously slow. When he didn't respond you asked, "Is there anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Morales?”

“Uh-no" The roughness back in place. "Thank you." He paused before adding your name onto his thank you which made you smile. People usually never remembered your name.

“Alright. Have a nice day and thank you for your service.” You chirped before hanging up. The smile he put on your face lingered for a few minutes as you returned to your book.

The next time he called was exactly twelve days later.

“Veterans affairs” you answered, your routine greeting cut short as your eyes were still on your book.

“Hi- I’m calling because uh I still haven’t gotten my benefits check. This is Frankie Morales.”

“Oh Mr. Morales.” You recognized his voice even before he even said his name. You quickly shut your book, pushing your hair out of your face. Had you been thinking about him? No! Okay maybe you stared at his picture for a few minutes longer after he hung up. Yes, it was probably very unprofessional but you couldn't fight the curiosity. You were trying to rationalize the contrasting sharpness and softness of his features with his voice. How it all worked together. How one person's voice could change textures and colors so easily. You wondered what kind of things this man might have seen on the job. Most of the veterans you would help day to day did not have so many redacted missions and deployments. You were in the middle of Narcos season one so you immediately thought of drugs or something equally dangerous. After much pondering, you had come to the conclusion that Frankie Morales was both insanely attractive and insanely courageous. “Still no check, huh?”

“Nope.” He sighed the sound making the phone's shitty speaker crackle as you held it to your ear.

“Let me just check that it was approved...“ you found his profile again and scrolled to the status page. “Hmm... it says it was sent out last Friday after we spoke. That’s so weird...”

“Yeah. Really weird.” He echoed your frustration on the other end.

Typical payroll, you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. “I'll get another one sent to you right away. I'll see to it myself.” You tucked the phone under your chin and typed out a short email to Mary in payroll letting her know you'd be stopping by her office to explain the situation. You realized he hadn't hung up yet.

“Sorry for the back and forth.” You said, trying to fill the silence.

“It’s not your fault." The earlier irritation gone. "You’ve been really helpful.” His voice sounded warm and reassuring. Less gruff than it was last you spoke. Instead it was that rich baritone that you caught of glimpse of last time.

You feel your face warm at his compliment. It was this annoying reflex you had. Praise always made you blush no matter what context but it was worse when it came from a (you assume) gorgeous stranger.

“And just to verify that your address is correct- you’re on Maple Lane in Miami, Florida?”

“That’s right.” He confirmed.

“Okay. Sent!” You clicked send on the email, which caused the window to close and reveal Frankie’s profile page again. “I was curious-" You spoke before you really made the decision to speak. You didn’t want to overstep but once again your curiosity got the better of you. Honestly, you were just searching for a way to keep him on the phone. The day had been so boring.

“Your profile says you were stationed in Costa Rica.”

“For a bit.” He replied after a moment. He didn’t sound too defensive but there was definitely some tightness in his answer that made you feel bad for asking. Like you were scratching a wound.

“Did you like it? The country I mean.”

“Are you planning a trip?” He sounds a little amused.

“Yeah- well- kind of. It's more a trip in my head right now. I’d like to go there one day. It looks so beautiful.” You sighed closing your eyes trying to imagine the heat on your skin.

“It is." He agrees. "Really humid though.”

“Mm that sounds nice.” You would kill for some warm weather after such a long winter in DC.

“It was too muggy for me at times." He grumbled. "If you do go, stick to the costal areas where it’s more breezy or else you’ll just be sweating the whole time.”

“I don’t mind a little sweat” you shrugged, still thinking of the awful east coast winter you were currently suffering through. The sexual connotation of what you said hit you hard as soon as you heard the statement in its entirety. You felt your face flush again, though the man on the other end would never know.

“I’m learning Spanish!" You announced loudly trying to move the conversation past your awkwardness.

“Wow. Muy impressivo.”

“Si” you replied but after a moment you admit “I don’t really know what you said.”

Frankie laughed loudly on the other end and you couldn’t help but join in, drawing dirty looks from the elderly lady, Donna, working in the cubicle across from you. You ducked your head behind a stack of papers to avoid her glare.

“Fake it till you make it.” He chuckled.

“Maybe you should help me out.” You took on an indigent but still playful tone. “You sound better than duolingo” Your smile widened when he laughed again. His laugh was what you hoped it would be, by all your assumptions from his picture. It was an unencumbered, unburdened, rich sound with only a hit of roughness from the air behind it.

“Tell me you’re not using that dumb app to learn.” he scoffed, saying your name in an almost scolding tone.

“I’m got my thirty day streak today.” You boasted.

“You’ll be a total tourist if you go by duolingo.”

“But the owl is so cute every time I get something right!” You argued your voice taking on a more childish cadence.

“That’s how they trap you, silly girl.” He teased right back. Usually such a condescending nickname would piss you off but something about the affection behind him using it made you feel very differently. You felt warm like you were proud to be silly as long as it made him laugh.

“Then you saved me just in time, Mr. Morales.” You bit your lip. His scoffing and laughter died down on the other end.

“Frankie” He corrects you.

“Frankie…” You repeated it, smiling at how well the nick name suited the voice over the phone. Honest, sincere, and not pretentious at all. Way better than the pompous guys you know with equally stuffy names like “Edward” and “Christopher.”

“So what do you want to know?” Frankie interrupted your thoughts. “Dime”

You started asking him questions in Spanish to the best of your ability. Granted they weren't particularly probing questions. What is your name? What is your favorite color? What is your favorite animal? What's your favorite book? I am reading Gone Girl. He answered them all with patience and amusement, occasionally interrupting you to correct your pronunciation or explain what a word meant. Every time you’d repeat the word back correctly he would say something like “good” or “there you go” or “you got it”. You hated to admit that his kind words and his praise was doing something to you. You didn't even realize you were clenching your legs together unconsciously, almost in anticipation of his next correction or next answer. His low voice so sweet and encouraging against your ear, more tangible when he was speaking Spanish. You just wanted to hear more of it. Would it be this sweet in other situations? Would it get huskier or rougher? If you closed your eyes it was like he was sitting right next to you. It would be all too easy to slip into that daydream and escape the dull office.

Suddenly out of the corner of your drooping eyes you saw a flashing red light on the phone console meaning another caller was waiting.

“Shoot- i’m sorry, Frankie- I have to take this call.” You shot forward in your chair, legs uncrossing.

“Of-Of course. I should let you get back to work.” He sounded a little sad or so you hoped. You felt bad for interrupting him after you both were having so much fun. You wanted to say he could wait on hold but he killed that idea when he said, "I have work too. Technically I'm five minutes past my lunch break."

Your pout turned to a smile. He was spending his precious lunch break with you? Get a grip! you snapped at yourself.

“You’re welcome to call again if you want.” You threw out the offer in a small voice, scared you would be rejected. You peered over the cubicle wall to see if you were still being glared at. Thankfully Donna was away from her desk. Probably out for a smoke. “It’s really boring here and usually no one calls.”

“Maybe I will.” He replied and you could hear the smile behind those words. You felt your heart clench weirdly in your chest like it didn't know how to process the sudden spike in emotions.

“Bye, Frankie.” You beamed.

“Bye”

This time the smile on your face lasted for hours. Frankie’s laugh echoed around in your head, taunting you, sending your mind to the gutter. His voice went from grit to molasses on a dime. You wanted to be the one to bring out those sounds. You wanted to hear his voice bend and stretch and strain as you fucked him. What the hell is wrong with me? you screamed internally. You had never been so depraved and with a stranger no less! You clearly needed to get laid fast because this much yearning would not end well.

Frankie got the second VA check a few days later and this time he didn’t even feel bad about ripping it in half. He was already reaching for the phone to call you.

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Tags: Message to be added 💕 no minors please!

[putaloadintrucks]

Theres a sheriff a’comin

“So you think we will see her again?”

“Who the fuck you talking about now tiny bitch”

“Jaslo you fucking smart ass, you think she’ll come back?”

“Well according to Shayne he is, I swear that kid had such a look of certainty on his face about it, never knew that kid had it in him to be so firm before. Thought he cowered under anything and everything.”

“Yeah….”

The season continued to die along in V8 Valley, the fall colors now turning grey and dead with the colder and colder days. Temperatures now where easily on average forty to fifty degrees, and that was plummeting every week up in the hills. Soon it would be entering single digits and most cars now where stocking up on supplies to hunker down in the upcoming months. As a result, more trucks moved through the valley, supplying the local residents and the odd tourist, helping them stick up on essentials such as food and fuel.

Currently one such truck was sitting outside the station, a now empty trailer behind him as the last of his supplies had been dropped off at the station. The battered black and silver semi was talking to an equally battered looking cop car, fresh bare metal over his body where repairs had been made to correct damage.

“So, Word down at the gossip kingdom is that you are finally getting that sheriff today. Is it true or do I need to go crack some frames down there again for yapping to much again?” asked the Semi, a Kenworth named Ryan who was a veteran of the logging industry in the area and the owner of a local lumber yard that was closed for the moment due to a lack of orders coming in.

“Yeah, No need to bust some body’s today Ryan, He should be here any minute” replied the cop, a deputy by the name of Dodger. He and his boss had recently had a run in with Jaslo’s boss recently, nearly killing them both before he had been dealt with by a… winged demon. The newspapers where still running stories on what it could be, but they all knew who had saved them. He had just been cleared by the county to finally be back on patrol, though his boss Vic was still gonna be up in traction for a few more weeks it seemed while his frame recovered. Dodger was inching to get back on patrol finally, the last month of recover having been incredibly boring to him.

“Good,” stated Ryan, “Last time I had them running scared. Glad they decided to only spread the truth this time around” he rumbled, earning a chuckle from Dodger.

“Can you blame them hot stuff, you can be very intimidating when you want to”murred the Caprice, Ryan narrowing his eyes at the cheek little cop.

“You want me to hit you, don’t you bug?” he said lately, Dodger cackling in laughter as  the sound of a door opening came from nearby, Dodgers brother Rodger slowly rolling out to the scene.

“If he hits you Dodger, I will not be helping you repair the damage” he stated, Dodgers laughter coming to end as he huffed, Ryan smirking at the sudden turnaround from the cop.

“You’re no fun sometimes” he spoke flatly, Rodgers gaze boring into him as an awkward silence between the two went on, only being broken by the soft rumbling chuckle of the Semi nearby.

“ Alright you two, let’s not have a sissy fight here, At least when I am not right here” Ryan jokingly said, earning a glare from both brothers as they huffed. “You two gonna be in as best of a shape as possible for when this new guy rolls up. Y’all know nothing about him, so the last thing you guys wanna do is piss him off the first day he is here”

“Yeah sure what ever.” huffed Dodger, sinking slowly to his frame as Rodger rolled his eyes.

“Lighten up Dodger, Could be worse. You could have had Ryan as your boss” cackled Ryan, earning a soft chuckle from the cop as Rodger growled.

“Shut it Ryan” he growled, a loud rumble came from the semi as he crept closer to the duo, a frown upon his bumper.

“ You want to see that to my grill, little fuckface?” he growled out, smoke bellowing from his stacks as his engine roared in anger, Rodger giving a soft eep as he sunk down to his frame in fear.

“No sir” he whimpered, Dodger cackling in laughter as the semi gave a humph.

“That’s what I thought. Think before you disrespect your elders” he growled as Rodger quickly nodded.

“Wow Rodger, did not know you could be such a bitch” Dodger said, giggling softly as Ryan diverted his attention to him, a frown on his face still.

“You can shut the fuck up as well, you need to stop egging him on. You know he’s been stressful about this whole thing since that shit went down, He has been scurrying up and down between stations trying to keep order on these roads, and the last thing he needs is your broken ass making fun of it. Save the jabs for when the new guy comes into town and some of the workload is of his trunk. Got it? Stated Ryan firmly, earning a sigh and a nod from Dodger.

“Yeah I know, I’m sorry Rodger. I know it’s been tough for you, I’m just, you know-“started Dodger

“You’re you. Kind of hard for you not to be an ass little bro” smiled Rodger softly, earning an eye roll from the semi near them.

“Nice little sappy moment you two really makes the fuel pump fell all tingly” chuckled Ryan, both brothers groaning loudly.

“Shut up Ryan” they both said, the semi chuckling softly at them as the brothers huffed in embarrassment, mumbling softly to themselves.

“So Mr. Uptight regulations, When’s the sheriff coming?” asked the semi, earning a mumble from Rodger as he got back onto his tires.

“He came into CB range a little bit ago, so he should be here any minute. Just got off the radio talking to him when I came out here” answered Rodger.

“Does he sound like a complete asshole?” Dodger asked, earning a nod from Ryan as he too wanted to know.

“He sounded.. young. Like my age almost which is odd for a sheriff” said Roger, musing softly as Ryan gave a rumble of agreement

“It is, most sheriffs are near the mid to late thirties. They usually have a good amount of years on their built, know the laws inside and out from how long they have to be working. For a sheriff to be so young, either means he is a rule pusher, or that there was a massive change of the guard at his station and he got bumped up the ranks quickly. Something must have happened at Station 5 for that to happen. Strange I didn’t hear about it” Ryan mused softly, his eyes drawn up the road as it spiraled its way to the top. It was very strange indeed.

“Good news for us than maybe? Less likely to be an ass to us” quipped Dodger, earning a hood shake from Roger.

“If he is a pencil pusher it’s not, he could try to run this station by the books. That will not go over good with the people in this area if he does. Last thing I want is for him to be hurt by a local or multiple ones cause he tries to push his own rules on them” he stated, Ryan nodding as Dodger starred at the road in front of him, trying to catch a look at the new guy.

“ Agreed, people can be way too head strong around here. I could see someone giving him an accident for his trouble, or gangbanging the shit out of him on a back road somewhere against his will” Ryan mused, Rodger agreeing softly as Dodger quipped up.

“Well we are about to find out. I am pretty sure that RAM coming down in sheriffs colors is him. And he is very attractive” mused Dodger as Rodger joined him by his side, sighing softly.

“Please don’t fuck the sheriff on his first day” he said sadly, Dodger cackling softly next to him as he grinned.

“I promise no such thing” he said, giggling softly as Rodger rubbed at his eyes with his antenna.  He looked out at the cop as he rapidly got closer, his almost black eyes darting to them, a smile forming on his grill as he turned into the lot, smiling from mirror to mirror as he pulled up in front of them.

“Hi!” he said happily,” Names Oliver. Glad to be here” he added, smiling as Rodger sighed, Ryan chuckled, and Dodger grinned from mirror to mirror.

“Yep. Fucking him” he said, giggling softly as he licked at his lips. Rodger and Ryan groaned loudly, Oliver’s smile turning to one of confusion as he looked at Dodger.

“W-what” he said softly as Dodger kept on grinning.

“You heard me big boy” he cackled, earning a smack with a tire from Rodger.

“Bad, stop trying to make a move already” he growled, earning a snicker from Dodger. All the while Olviers hood slowly became redder and redder from the increasing blush.

“I , um, I-“he stuttred, Ryan giving a chuckle as Rodger glared at his younger brother.

“Welcome to Inline, Sexual deviant capital of the world” Ryan stated, Oliver looking up at him with a whimper.

“I’ve made an error coming here, huh” he said softly as all three gave him a nod.

“Yep, pretty much. Prepare to either be fucked or fucked while here. It sort of happens” Rodger said, his older brother giving a smirk next to him.

“Yep, and you are on my list now big boy. Be prepared” Dodger cackled, turning and driving into the station, all the while giggling to himself. His older brother and Ryan chuckled softly, all the while poor Oliver could only whimper, his blush having spread to most of his hood.

“Well welcome to the station, sheriff. Hope you have some fun here” Rodger quipped as he followed his brother back into the station to make sure he didn’t break anything important inside, leaving just Ryan and Oliver by themselves outside.

“Is it really that bad here? I wasn’t told anything about that when they asked for volunteers to come work down here as the sheriff” Oliver said softly, Ryan smirking at him as he nodded.

“Oh yeah, that’s probably why you got it. No one else wants to work here because of that reason. Probably something in the air around her to be honest” he said, The RAM softly sighing as he stared at his new favorite spot on the ground.

“ I should’a been suspicious than when I was the only one to volunteer” he mused, Ryan cackling as he started to pull out of the lot and back onto the highway.

“Yep you should have been” he yelled out, merging onto the freeway as a cloud of smoke boomed from his stacks, leaving Oliver by himself outside now. He sighed as he looked up at the station, whimpering as the thought of what he had actually gotten himself into finally crossed his mind.

“Why do I always get the shitty jobs”