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Hello!!! Could you write an angsty drabble about Benny returning without the money after the events of Triple Frontier?

“Benny, I don’t care about the money. You think I’m with an MMA fighter for the money?”

Ooo I LOVE this.

sunshine state

“I DON’T CARE”

pairing: benny miller x f!honey!reader,

summary: set after the events of sunshine state, when Benny returns from Colombia. (can be read as standalone, but better if you’ve read sunshine state first!)

WC: 1.3k

He’d been in the shower for nearly forty minutes, something nearly unheard of for Benny.

In your three years together, you’d never known him to take showers that surpassed twenty minutes long. In fact, he often chastised you for taking too long and “racking up the water bill,” as he so lovingly put it.

This wasn’t like him. Something was wrong—you knew it the minute he’d walked through the front door.

It’d been the early hours of the morning when he’d pulled in the driveway in the old pick-up that just wouldn’t die. He’d told you when he’d called you nearly twelve hours before from Bogota that you didn’t have to wait up for him, but he knew you better than to think you wouldn't. Especially after the hell that had been the last week.

It was supposed to be the usual: a quick in-and-out mission in Colombia that promised millions—much more than Pope’s little stints had provided before.

You hadn't liked it, obviously. After the last mission Benny had gone on about a year ago in which he narrowly missed a bullet to the head, you’d made him promise he’d never do it again. This, according to him, was the exception.

“A chance,” he’d called it. “A chance for us to really make it. We could finally move to the city where you could get the big museum job, honey.”

What he didn’t know was that you were content with your nine to five and the little duplex you had and your old cat and big dog and him. You didn’t need anything else. But Benny was Benny. He had a big heart but was stubborn as hell, and once he’d made his mind up about something, there was no going back.

When you’d gotten the phone call after nearly five days of radio silence, you’d sobbed with relief; You never cried.

He’d explained how the job had gone sideways, how they’d all gotten out alive, barely. That he’d be home in twelve hours. You’d been numb until you saw him walk through the door, all disheveled and travel-worn. The two of you barely talked before he excused himself to shower.

“Ben?” You called, seated on the bed you shared.

The sound of the shower faucet greeted you, with no words from him.

You shook your head.

Hell no, you thought. He was not going to push you away–you wouldn’t let him.

You opened the door to the bathroom, letting the steam calm you. You were sure to make enough noise so as to not surprise him. The last thing you needed was to trigger something.

Wordlessly, you stripped off your shirt and underwear–your pajamas– and pulled aside the curtain to join him under the stream of water.

Benny’s head was hung as you entered, the water running down his broad shoulders. His back was to you, and he said nothing at your entrance.

You ignored the shiver that went down your spine at the temperature change as you yourself stepped under the stream.

“Hey,” you began softly, wrapping your arms around his middle from behind. You rested your forehead on his spine, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You washed your hair yet, baby?”

Turning to you, Benny shook his head. As he faced you, you saw his chin wobble, his eyes wet with something other than tap water. His brows furrowed as his eyes met yours.

“Oh, babe.”

You pulled him to your chest, and when you did, he broke down, chest heaving a heavy sob. His arms wrapped around your waist, his face pressing into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” he sniffed, voice warbly. “I’m so—”

“Shh, shh,” you raked your fingers through his hair. “I know. I know, baby.”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you didn’t, babe.”

“I should’ve listened to you, I’m so stupid. Please don’t leave me–”

“Stop it, Ben, breathe.” You raked your nails over his scalp. “That’s it, deep breaths.”

He stopped for a moment and squeezed you harder, like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“Where is this coming from, Ben?” You asked after a minute. “Why would I ever leave you?”

He sniffed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Pope thinks Ev is gonna leave.”

“What?” You pulled back to look Benny in the eyes.

After their wedding a year ago, you thought absolutely nothing could pull Everett and Santi apart. You knew Everett was done with Santi’s “business” overseas, but you didn’t know he was this done with it.

“He said he thought he’d pushed him too far, right before we left Colombia.”

“Fuck,” you breathed. “How bad was it, Ben?”

Benny’s lip wobbled a bit before he spoke.

“Bad, honey.” He looked down. “Real bad.”

Your stomach plummeted.

How much danger had he been in? You weren't sure you wanted to know. What if he hadn’t come back? Tears filled your eyes at the thought.

“Honey, I’m sorry—”

“Let’s talk about this later,” you whispered. “C’mon, we gotta wash that hair.”

“Honey…”

“Ben, I’m not going anywhere. Now please, hand me the shampoo.”

- - - -

You did talk. For almost two hours.

For the most part, you raised the issue of “how he could put himself in danger like that?” Also, what that meant for you.

“Benny, do you know what would happen to me if you’d died out there?” You asked. His face crumpled.

“Honey I know–”

“No you don’t,” you said. “Obviously, you don’t or you wouldn't have even risked it.”

“Baby–”

“What if it had been me out there, almost dying halfway across the world?” You asked. Bennt just stared at the floor. “Or me who had a bullet graze their head last year in Bolivia? Huh? What would you do?”

“You know what I would do, honey.” Benny’s voice was gravely. “I’d tear the world apart to get you home.”

“So what makes you think I’d do anything less to save your life?” Your hands were on your hips as you stood in front of where he was sitting on the side of the bed. “Imagine how fucking helpless I felt here, waiting to hear if you were alive or dead.”

He was quiet for a moment, head in his hands.

“I’m sorry.” he said finally, and it was perhaps the most sincere you’d heard those words spoken.

“Don’t ever put me through that again, Benny.” You said, voice stony. “Or I swear to god, I will kill you myself.”

“Okay, honey. I promise.”

Now, as you laid beside him in bed, you couldn’t help but feel that something was still off.

To begin, there was a good six inches of space between you. Usually, as soon as Benny’s head hit the pillow, he was reaching for you, pulling you to his side or his chest.

Secondly, he hadn’t said a word, and you knew for a fact that he was awake.

Finally, you decided you couldn’t handle the silence.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” You tried to sound nonchalant.

“I’m sorry about the money.” He said sullenly. His voice sounded shot, dejected. You started.

“What?” You asked incredulously.

“I promised you millions,” he said softly. “It was the only reason you were even a little okay with me going back out there, and I came back with nothing—”

“Benny, stop it.”

“I’m sorry baby. You deserve—”

“Do you really think I give a shit about the money?” You turned over suddenly to face him in bed. Your voice was hostile, you knew it, but you needed to get your point across.

“It was millions, baby.”

“Benny, I thought you were dead,” your voice strained. You reached out a hand to palm his face in the dark. “Anything more than that is a blessing by my count.”

“Still—”

“I don’t care about the money,” you pressed your forehead, trying to get the point through his thick skull. “You think I’m with an MMA fighter for the money?”

“Guess not,” he chuckled.

You pressed a deep, long kiss to his lips. He tasted like mint and cigarettes. He must’ve taken up smoking again in Colombia. Pulling back, you smoothed his hair from his forehead.

“God, I love you.”

“I love you,” you whispered. “Now sleep.”

He kissed your nose and pulled you closer, before drifting to sleep.

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brewsterispunkk · 1 year

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EPILOGUE

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

WC: 1.4k

summary: the end.

A/N: thank you so much for being here. ily.

EPILOGUE

You took a nervous breath, smoothing your hands down the satin fabric falling over your legs.

The dress was long—longer than you normally would like. But, it was a wedding, after all.

You fisted the smooth fabric in your hands, willing your heart rate to slow. It was ridiculous that the nerves were getting to you like this. Then again, you never liked being the center of attention.

Across the room, in front of the large vanity, you heard Everett’s booming laugh from where he stood with the rest of the bridal party.

You smiled to yourself, Everett’s carefree mood lifting your own.

You could do this, you thought to yourself.

Your palms felt sticky and clammy. You hated that you were second-guessing this. It was the easiest “yes” you’d ever given in your life. You’d barely even thought when he’d asked you. And now, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Hey,” Everett’s smiling face pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Just a little nervous.”

“A little?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A lot nervous.” You relented.

“Why?” He laughed.

“I don’t know,” You scratched the skin of your wrist, not liking the way his eyes saw right through you. “I just don’t like the idea of everyone’s eyes on me.”

“You’ll be fine,” he squeezed your shoulder. “It’s a cake-walk. Just do what you did at the rehearsal.”

“You mean when I almost threw up all over Benny’s shoes?”

It hadn’t been pretty; You were pretty sure Pope almost had a heart-attack when he saw how nervous you’d gotten. He’d practically planned the whole wedding.

“You were fine,” Everett rolled his eyes. “Just do what Will told you.”

“To picture everyone naked?”

“No,” Everett shook your shoulders slightly. “Just look at Benny.”

You hummed, still not feeling sure.

“Or better yet, look at me,” he winked at you. “I have to finish getting ready. We got, like, thirty minutes.”

You nodded, turning to the mirror.

It was about five minutes later when you heard the quiet tap on the door to the back-room in the church.

“Who is it?”

You heard the shuffling of feet on the other side and smirked to yourself, already knowing who it was.

“Ben, is that you?”

“...Maybe.”

“Is that Ben?” Everett called from over his shoulder. “Tell him to get the hell out! It’s bad luck!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Ev.” Benny called through the door.

You giggled.

“I don’t care. Tradition is tradition.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Everett, who tossed you an obstinate look.

“What do you need, babe?” You asked through the door.

“Hey baby,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. Even after all this time, it made your stomach flip.

“Oh, save it!” Everett called. “Why are you here?”

“Uh, about that,” Benny coughed. “I need help with my tie.”

You snorted to yourself.

“The same tie you told me you could handle yourself this morning when I tried to help you?”

Benny sighed from the other side of the door.

“Yeah.”

Everett sighed and came to stand beside you.

“I don’t care, Miller! You aren’t coming in here.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll do it. I’ll tie it in the hallway.”

“But–”

“He won’t step foot in here. I’ll be two seconds. It’s fine.”

Everett sighed, placated.

“Fine. But you get five minutes.”

“I’ll be less than that. I promise.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, before crossing back to the others on the other side of the room. You smiled, opening the door and slipping out. You quietly shut the door, before jumping at the presence in front of you.

You bumped into the hard wall of muscle that was Benny Miller nearly as soon as you set foot out the door. You hadn’t been expecting him to be that close.

You stumbled backwards, nearly hitting your head on the door, before Benny’s warm hands caught you around the waist and pulled you until your front was pressed to his.

“Woah, sorry.” you breathed, hands finding his biceps.

His cologne invaded your senses and you felt nearly every seed of anxiety from before melt away.

“Holy,” Benny sounded reverent and your eyes snapped to his.

His blue-green eyes were wide and his lips were parted as he ran his eyes up your figure. His tie hung untied around his neck, the rest of his tux buttoned and ironed to perfection. He looked perfect, your boy.

Your boy. No matter how much time had passed, your heart still leapt at being able to call him that.

“What?” You asked at his dumbstruck expression, eyebrows jumping to your hairline. “Do I have something on my—”

You were cut off by Benny’s lips on yours.

You gasped, and his tongue dipped into your mouth, parting your lips as he kissed you deeper. His hands slid down from your waist to your ass, grabbing. You bent into him, sighing. Though you’d only been apart for a few hours, it was still too long.

After a moment, Everett’s muffled voice from inside broke you apart. He was speaking to one of the photographers. Suddenly, you remembered what you were supposed to be doing.

“Mm,” you mumbled as you broke apart. “Benny, I’m supposed to be helping you with your tie–”

“Everyday I wake up and wonder how I got so lucky.” The words were breathless as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You smiled fondly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Hmm, where’s this coming from?”

He shook his head against yours, before sighing and pulling back. He pressed his lips in between your brows and kissed you there.

“You look stunning.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“God, I love you so much.”

You threw your head back and laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his body to yours in a hug. You swayed there for a minute.

“Feeling sentimental, Mr. Miller?”

He hummed against your neck, before a pounding to the door made you both jump.

“Hurry up! We’ve got twenty minutes!”

You sighed, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

“Here, let me.”

You busied yourself with his tie while his eyes remained firmly on you.

“You look rather dashing today yourself, Mr. Miller.”

“That so?” He smirked at you and you felt yourself get giddy. He could get you to do anything when he smiled at you like that.

“Mmmhmm.” you hummed, pulling him to you with his tie. He closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead you just whispered, “see you out there.”

Before he knew what was happening, you were back inside the room, the door shutting in his face.

- - - -

“I do,” Everett smiled through his tears as the priest pronounced him and Santi as husbands.

You brushed a stray tear away from your own cheek as you watched them: two of your best friends, your found family, pledge their lives to each other.

On Santi’s side of the aisle stood his groomsmen: Everett’s two brothers, Will, Frankie, and, of course, Benny. You’d wept when Everett had asked you to be one of his bridesmaids—or, groomsmaids as he called you.

Your eyes caught Benny’s through the crowd’s applause at the new couple.

He was blinking away tears of his own through his smile.

The two of you swayed slowly in the crowded dance hall.

Your face was pressed to his shoulder, the cotton of his button-up soft against your cheek. Benny had long since ditched his tux jacket and had since rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His arms were wrapped around your waist as you swayed.

Over his shoulder, Frankie and Mari danced, their foreheads pressed together as they whispered to themselves. To your side, Everett danced with his mother, and beside him, Santi danced with Alma, who had just turned three and was their flower girl. She giggled into her uncle’s shoulder as he spun her. Everett looked upon them with a placated smile.

Suddenly, the ring on your left ring finger felt heavier than ever. You couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle to him. Your whole life, you’d been terrified of making the wrong choice in a life partner. You’d been scared you’d choose wrong, or worse: you’d settle. Looking at Benny now, you knew that wasn’t possible.

He was it for you—he always had been.

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