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The story of us chapter 5

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary- Set before you and the boys are officially together and how you came to be.

Chapter summary- Frankie takes you flying and your relationship to new heights.

CW- 18+,MDNI, to avoid spoilers I will be posting a link for warnings. Link

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Notes- See story Masterlist for full chapter notes. This chapter was so fun to write, my first time writing a solo Frankie. He starts off shy but quickly gains his confidence.

Not beta read

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Chapter V Flying without Falling

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11:54 pm

Frankie can’t sleep as he lies awake staring at the ceiling fan. Every creak and noise the house makes has him on edge. He shouldn’t care this much but it’s starting to get under his skin and root itself deep somewhere he dare not explore. Before he can fully run away with his intrusive thoughts he hears the front door open and close. He breathes a sigh of relief knowing Benny actually came home after your date.

Maybe Santi was right,he shouldn’t be this jealous of his best friends going on a date. But jealousy doesn’t seem like the right word either, he wants to be included, he couldn’t possibly go on as a spectator if you decided to have a relationship. It’s entirely too late for all these thoughts and he’s getting way ahead of himself.

He would call you normally when his thoughts ran wild. Why would now be any different? The only difference now is that he knows you’ll pick up. Over the last several months that certainly wasn’t the case. Before he can second guess himself he picks up his phone and calls you.

****

You’re seated on your couch staring at the blank screen of the tv replaying the night in your head. You really should go wash your face and get some sleep but you can’t stop thinking about that kiss. You can’t stop thinking about everything he did for you. The feeling was so alien being treated as if you were a Disney princess. Ben was always sweet but this was a side of him you’ve never seen. You could definitely get used to it.

Incoming call Francisco

“Hey Frankie, is everything okay?” Your voice is laced with concern at this late hour he’s calling.

“Ugh…ya I’m sorry I called so late.” I just wanted to hear your voice. “I just needed to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” At midnight? You wait patiently for his response.

“So how was your date?” Jesus Francisco you just couldn’t help yourself. He thinks you're silent for a little too long, maybe he can just hang up and pretend this never happened.

“It was really nice actually, but is that why you called?” You don’t want to give too many details, it just seems odd to talk about with him right now.

“No…I guess I should just spit it out. I got my license back and I start in a few days but I’m nervous.” He has to hold the phone away from his ear before he goes deaf at your excited squeal.

“Frankie, that's amazing, how come you didn’t tell us yesterday?” You can hear indistinct rustling on the other end.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate with everything going on…last night didn’t exactly scream tell everyone your good news.”

“That’s sweet of you but I would’ve genuinely been excited with all the drama that went on. Life doesn’t revolve around me and my shitty dating life.” It kind of pains you that he put off such a happy announcement to not take attention off you. You know how hard he’s been working to get his license back and this means everything to him. Losing his license was like stripping his identity from him.

“Listen hermosa, I know it’s last minute but I remember you saying you have tomorrow off…would you be willing to be my first passenger. I don’t want to be rusty in front of the clients on my first day.” He knows you know he’s full of shit. He is the most competent pilot and there’s no way he’s rusty. You’ve seen him in the deadliest situations somehow be cool, calm and collected.

“Of course Frankie, I would love to.” You’re certain he doesn’t need any practice but you decide to play along, it’s adorable when he’s nervous.

“Meet me at our house around noon and I’ll drive us to the site.”

“That sounds like a plan…you should get some sleep if you’re gonna be flying us safely tomorrow.” A little teasing goes a long way with him and you just can’t help yourself.

“Very funny, I’ll see you tomorrow Honey good night.”

“Goodnight Francisco.”

Sleep would not come easily for either of you that night.

****

Frankie’s not sure how much sleep he got last night, tossing and turning thinking about you. Trying not to think about how his life ended up the way it did. It was hard not to be in his head about his setbacks and inadequacies. He’s a grown man living with his two best friends. He should be able to afford a place on his own and be more independent, but he managed to fuck that up with this coke charge and losing his license.

He really needed to relax and not let his thoughts run away with him. It wouldn’t be any help today.

He rolls out of bed suddenly more aware of every ache and pain in his body, it’s hard to say when he noticed himself getting older. He’s been ready for some time to settle down but had all but given up on finding something worthwhile.

He pads down the hallway already hearing the clanking of dishes and the strong smell of coffee.

He enters the kitchen to see the two fit shirtless blondes, one more thing to be insecure about.

“Mornin’ Fish.” Will looks up at him from his seat at the table. Frankie gives him a half smile as he slides into the seat across from him.

“Rough night?” You could say that

“Ya, didn’t sleep much. I was up worried about today.”

“What’s happening today?” Benny joins at the table sliding a cup of coffee to him. He scrubs a hand behind his neck deciding what approach to take with the news.

“Well I’m flying today. I got my license back.” Will looks up from his phone wide eyed as Benny jumps up nearly knocking the table over.

“Holy shit man that’s amazing, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was afraid it might not happen so I wanted to wait…I found out Friday and ugh Saturday didn’t seem like the right time to mention it.” Ben and Will exchange glances, neither of them needing to say why.

“So you start today,what’s your schedule like?” Will stands from the table to refill his coffee.

“No…I start tomorrow. I’m taking Honey up today to practice.” Lies

“Bullshit.” Ben leans back in his chair crossing his arms as Will tries to contain his laughter. Frankie mimics Ben's posture as he stares him down.

“You and I both know you don’t need practice.I do have to admit though, a helicopter is a nice move.”

Frankie relaxes a little at the teasing Ben gives him. The younger man is obviously not bothered by it, he almost seems happy for him.

“We’ll Benjamin we can’t all have rock hard abs, some of us have to pull out other means of flattery.”

“Well Fish I’m happy for you and I hope you enjoy your date.” There’s no tone of sarcasm or anything to suggest that he’s lying.

Will stands there in awe and shock at the absurdity of it all. How could they possibly be this chill about dating the same woman let alone you?

“Speaking of dates, how was yours?” He raises an eyebrow at him playfully.

“I know you’ve been dying to ask. It was great, we saw a movie and went to the diner for burgers and shakes and then I dropped her off at home.” He’s not sure if he should include the last part. The conversations have been going well so far.

“What a modern day romance and you even had her home by curfew.” Ben flips him off as he stands from the table.

“I was gonna let you off easy but since you want to tease, I did get a good night kiss.” Will grabs his chest in fake shock.

“Good for you bud.” Frankie pays him on the shoulder as he stands. He can’t help but grin thinking about what he heard when you were in the shower. A sudden burst of confidence flows through his veins.

“As much as I’d love to watch this sad pissing contest, we need to get to the gym Ben.”

“Alright coach.” He pulls Frankie into a hug before heading down the hallway. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He calls out from over his shoulder.

Will just rolls his eyes as Frankie retreats back to his room on the opposite end of the house.

Maybe this could work out after all.

****

Here you are again, tossing clothes about your room undecided on what to wear. This is supposed to be a casual day with Frankie and you can’t seem to get your head on straight. Let’s not add to the fact that you can’t be late.

It’s a beautiful sunny day in Florida so you decide to throw on some jean shorts, your army tank top and some black slip on vans. There’s no time to overthink this as you run out to the door to head to their house. You left yourself enough time to stop and grab something for Frankie, you were technically celebrating getting his license back and you wanted to surprise him.

You pull up to the pristine suburban home they all share, you know Will had every attention to detail to keep the Miller family home in great condition. You have a slight panic when you see that Ben's truck is still in the driveway, you weren’t quite ready to confront what it is you were doing. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure if you knew yourself.

Frankie sees you pull up, he’s been pacing around the living room unable to relax. The excited nervous energy coursing through his veins at the thought of flying again and seeing you.

You can see Frankie leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, he has a well fitted black shirt and blue jeans with his signature cap on. He’s just smiling at you as you make your way up the path to their house.

“I’m not that late am I?” You’re swinging the small gift bag back and forth on your finger as you hold it out to him.

“No but I saw you pull up and got excited.” He’s practically beaming at you. The happiest you’ve seen him in a long time. “I hope whatever’s in that bag is not for me.”

“You’ll just have to open it and find out.” He grabs the bag from you slowly peeking inside, a medium size black box reveals some brand new aviator sunglasses.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You can hear the slight quiver in his voice and you’re so happy with your choice.

“I’m getting a free tour in the sky, it’s the least I could do.” He pulls you into a tight hug and you inhale his fresh woodsy scent, you recognize it as the body wash you bought him because you insisted he stop using the 3in1 crap that Ben used.

You’re standing in the doorway, neither of you wanting to break the hug, you lightly scratch your nails as you rub his back and a low growl emits from his chest on your cheek.

“We need to go before I change my mind.” He grabs your hand and places a kiss on your fingers before turning around to lock up.

Ben must not be home, thankfully you can deal with that later and just enjoy your afternoon with the old Frankie who seems to be making an appearance.

Frankie jogs ahead of you when you head towards his truck to open the door, he already has his sunglasses on and you curse under your breath a little at the sight. You’ve inadvertently made this day even harder for yourself now that you have to try not to ogle him, but the way his muscles flex in his shirt and the way his jeans are fitting you find your resolve breaking little by little.

You hop in the front seat and just before he closes the door he stops and stares at you. “I forgot to tell you how good you look today.” Fuck you’re not gonna make it.

The ride to the airfield is mostly spent in comfortable silence as you both trade glances at each other, it was so easy with him to just be. No expectations or insecurities. You often wondered how women didn’t realize what a catch he was, you’re glad in this moment no one has stuck around long enough to see what a massive failure it was to let this man go.

****

You were making it so hard for him to focus as you made your way to the chopper he was using for the day. The army tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide your curves.

He could tell you were carrying yourself differently than the other day. A part of him was grateful for your date with Benny that seemed to bring some peace to your otherwise chaotic weekend.

A helicopter used to bring the sight of hell for the both of you, going on missions unsure if you would make it out alive, but now the way you turn and smile at him, practically bouncing with excited energy he thinks it may be heaven.

“We’ll see if I remember how to fly one of these.” You can almost see the faint wink behind his aviators as he holds the door open for you and you climb into the comfy leather seat. He buckles you in tugging on the straps to make sure they’re secure. He’s desperately trying to keep this as professional as possible but he sees the way you’re looking at him and he just wants to lean in and kiss you. He tears himself away closing the door behind him before he loses all form of concentration.

You wanted him too, and he almost did but you know he needs to focus. Even though he’s flown much larger aircrafts than this countless times, he still doesn’t want to jeopardize his second chance at life. And if you’re correct about your assumption there would be plenty of time for that.

“You know I have strapped myself in a few times.” He’s focused on the task at hand but you can see him smirking as he flips to switches and waits for the all clear to take off.

“I know you have hermosa but I’m supposed to be practicing so just pretend you’re a passenger.

What is it with these boys and pretending? You’ll play along since it worked out in your benefit the last time.

He hands you a headset before doing a final once over and you can feel that familiar drop in your stomach as you lift up. The thrum of the blades all you can hear at the moment. He always made it look so easy and he’s all but confirmed how little practice he actually needed.

Something about finally being in the sky again has his confidence soaring. He can feel it in his bones, the man he used to be trying to make an appearance. He’s trying to focus but he can’t stop looking at the way you smile when you see something you like. He misses seeing you like this, happy to be in the air. Although he doesn’t miss the reasons why you used to be in a helicopter.

You’re trying to take in the sights, but you can’t help but stare at Frankie. The way he’s controlling this massive machine with ease. You can see it in the way he relaxes. His shoulders seem less tense. That smile you loved so much has returned without the slight underlying sadness. It’s intoxicating seeing him like this.

“I missed seeing you in that seat next to me.” He glances over in enough time to notice you smile to yourself.

You fly for a while just taking in the sight below, this was a version of your city you’ve never seen before and it’s truly mesmerizing. It breaks your heart knowing what he had to go through to get back to this place. Everyone has dealt with their demons in their own way. His demons almost took the most important things in his life away from him.

He doesn’t think he’s been this happy flying, seeing your face light up when you spot something you recognize or the fact that you so willingly agreed to come with him and make this day as special as possible.

“You’re pretty good with your hands Mr. Morales.” He raises an eyebrow at you wondering if the altitude has gone to your head. He needs to be safely on the ground if you’re going to call him that again.

“I’m a pretend passenger, remember.”

“My real passenger is an 80 year old man, I hope he doesn’t comment on how good I am with my hands.” You snort into the headset before erupting into full blown laughter and there it is again, that laugh that would bring any man to his knees.

“You mean to tell me you’ve never flirted with a passenger?” He glances at you nervously playing with your straps over your chest as you look out below.

“There was one time.”

“Well I hope it ended well for you.” You can see you’re almost back to the airfield and your heart drops a little at the day coming to an end.

Let’s hope it does end well for me.

****

“So,what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He didn’t want to assume as he awaits your answer, suddenly so focused on the road as you make your way back to their house.

“I don’t have anything planned, I wasn’t sure if you had things you needed to take care of for tomorrow?” He looks a little confused and you can’t help but laugh at the deep crease in his brow.

“You know your first day back at work.”

“Oh, everything is all squared away. Although I was hoping you might want to stay a little while, I can make us lunch.” He sounds a little timid again but when you grab his hand not placed on the steering wheel and kiss his palm all his worries are washed away.

“I would say these hands have done enough today but I would be stupid if I said no to anything you cook.” He has other plans for you and his hands but he needs to focus on one thing at a time first lunch.

He already had a full plan for lunch that would’ve turned into Will and Bennys dinner if you decided not to stay. The conversation flowed easy as you both enjoyed grilled shrimp tacos and homemade ceviche. You hadn’t spent this much time together in months, it seemed you had a lot to catch up on.

You both confided in each other, it was so easy to talk about life and issues without being judged. The more Mike pulled you away left a gaping hole in both of your lives. You couldn’t possibly go back to that again.

Frankie’s washing the dishes, your plates having been completely cleared and has to stop what he’s doing at the sound of your obscenely loud yawn. He can’t help but laugh at your wide eyed expression, you obviously just as surprised by it as he was.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so content after that meal and honestly I got no sleep last night.” He dries his hands and makes his way over to you seated at the kitchen island. A mischievous glint in his eye.

“I have a bizarre request and you can say no if you want to. Seeing as though we both got zero sleep last night, do you want to take a nap?”

“Yes!” You groan internally at your enthusiastic response.

He had a surge of confidence at your response as he got impossibly closer, stepping between your legs as he rubbed his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion. He leans in and you close your eyes bracing yourself for a kiss when you suddenly feel his lips brush your ear.

“Bed or couch?” You’re not certain you can breathe with the way his voice drops to a low register. His hands are like fire on your exposed thighs so close to where you want him to touch you.

“Couch?” It comes out in a breathy whisper as you attempt to clear your throat. “I think the couch is safer.”

He hasn’t so much as moved an inch and with his close proximity you’re afraid he can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Couch it is, but I’m not sure if it’s safer.” He takes your hand and guides you off the stool and it feels like you’re floating as you make your way to the living room. He sits in the corner, defaulting to his favorite spot despite having a choice of anywhere. He practically pulls you down with him as you settle in facing him with your head resting on his extended arm. Many a movie night you’ve fallen asleep in this exact position, but this feels different.

He pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you as sleep already threatens to claim you. The sound of his steady heartbeat and the smell that you could only describe as him lulling you to sleep.

He doesn’t even think you realize you’re rubbing his back as you muzzle deeper into his chest, the feeling so domestic it makes his chest hurt a little. It’s like a knot that’s formed over time trying to loosen itself the further into sleep he goes. He only remembers the smell of your shampoo and your slow breaths before exhaustion takes him under.

****

The house is quiet…so quiet that he knows Ben and Will definitely aren’t home yet. The sun is still up but casting the orange hue that tells him it’s late in the afternoon. He doesn’t want to move too much because you’re still sleeping so peacefully. He is aware however that you have moved in your sleep, draping your leg over him like he’s a human body pillow.

Perhaps it’s a wicked Pavlovian response that his body betrays him in the moment as you're pinned against him. He’s growing harder in his jeans and every attempt to move you only causes you to stir further, involuntarily grinding your hips into him in a steady slow motion.

You’re having that dream again but this time it feels so real, too real as you feel the hard press of Frankie’s cock against your core. This time when you wake it’s not like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. It’s softer, more intentional.

“Honey….honey?” It’s a little disorienting, but you can still smell him and see the light coming through the windows. You must not have slept for very long. You can feel his thumb tracing lines across your cheek and slowly register him saying your name. The sensation you were feeling in your dream hasn’t dissipated and you don’t dare look down as your haze begins to lift.

“I think you were having a dream.” His sleepy voice barely above a whisper. “You kept saying my name.” It seems you’re both in a predicament, him more so than you since he’s not actually in your head and you can feel evidently what’s pressed against you.

You hope maybe a change in subject will make him drop it or at the very least get the hint. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell him that you can’t stop having sex dreams about your best friends.

“You know…you didn’t seem like you needed any practice today.” You shift on the couch to look up at him.

“Maybe I told a little white lie.” He’s staring at you, a question hanging in the air of do you want this? He hasn’t moved his hand from your face as he slowly tilts it up further and leans in for a tender kiss. He’s been waiting all day, resisting the urge to kiss you the moment he opened his gift.

He’s waiting for you to pull away or say you don’t want this but that moment never comes as the soft kiss turns into a fight to get impossibly closer. His patience wore thin at the way you were saying his name in your sleep. Your hands are in his hair as he deepens this kiss, both of you trading moans in between breathing. He grips the thigh that’s slung over his hip as he pins you beneath him, the heavy comfortable weight of him grinding you into the couch.

You hate your brain for making you aware of your dry humping session being in the shared residence of the man you were also dating?

“Wait…wait, I have a confession.” He stops suddenly hoping he hadn’t totally fucked this up by going to far. The moment feels like an eternity as he lets you catch your breath.

“I kissed Benny.” You’re bracing yourself for the moment he rolls off you and asks you to leave but he drops his head to your shoulder as he chuckles in your ear.

“Well just consider it even, since I’ve kissed Benny too.” Oh now he wants to make jokes.

“Yes I’m aware but it wasn’t less than 24 hours ago.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you silently curse yourself for assuming. “Unless it was…”

“I’m just kidding, I had to mess with you a little.” You swat his chest playfully and breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s just say Benny and I have come to a friendly agreement.

You’re not entirely sure what that means but you couldn’t care less as long as they know what’s going on even if you didn’t.

You try to pull him towards you again but he braces his right arm beside your head to stay upright, his left hand not having left your thigh throughout the interaction.

“I suppose if we’re being honest…I have a confession.” His tongue peeks out on his bottom lip as he mulls over how to approach, he has no idea how tempting it looks.

“I was going to wake you up yesterday but you were already in the shower.” Your throat is suddenly dry and your shoulders tense. “ I thought you were crying so I hesitated and then…I heard you say my name.”

There was no playing this off, not like your dream where he knew you were sleeping. This was perhaps the most mortified you’ve ever been. You wish you were anywhere but pinned under his literal and figurative gaze.

“I can explain.” No you can’t

“Tell me.” You try to move out from underneath him but he doesn’t budge.

“Frankie this isn’t fair.”

“No hermosa, you know what’s not fair.” His hand is slowly making its way up your thigh and your breathing is ragged.

“You had to take care of yourself when the hands you wanted to touch you were just on the other side of the door.” You don’t know when you lost control of the situation but here you are, stuck under him. He’s waiting for you to tell him to stop but your body has other plans and your lips won’t move.

“Now tell me.” It’s not a question and this side of him has you faltering.

“Tell you what?” He leans down to kiss your lips but pulls away just as fast.

“What you were doing when you said my name.” He can’t be serious

He’s searching your eyes for any sign you want this to stop but all he finds are your lust blown pupils. He decides upon seeing your excitement to try a different approach.

“Show me.” He waits to see if he made the right choice and you slowly move your hand from around his neck. No one has ever made you this nervous and excited at the same time. His confidence awakened something in you that you didn’t know existed. You slowly start to unbutton your shorts, never breaking eye contact. You can see his chest rising and falling, his resolve breaking a little spurring you on.

You dip your hand under the waistband of your lace panties, thanking yourself for being a little too optimistic about where the afternoon might lead. His eyes trail down your front as he battles with watching your face and watching where your hand has disappeared. He shifts to the side to give you room as you slowly circle your clit with your middle finger. A small whimper escapes your lips and any embarrassment has been replaced with chasing this high.

You drag your finger through your slit as you dip a finger in trying to reach that spot at this awkward angle, you whine in frustration because your fingers aren’t enough with the way he’s been subtly working you up all afternoon.

He grabs your wrist and gently pulls your hand out of your shorts, you're wrapped in his every movement as he brings your fingers to his mouth to lick and suck every last drop from them.

“Let me show you.” His hands seem so much larger than yours as they make their way down your breast and across your abdomen, his trail painstakingly slow but you wouldn’t dare rush this moment.

He dips his hand into your shorts, dragging his fingers across your soft lace panties. “Frankie please…” You're hanging on by a thread and you need him to stop teasing you.

“You’re so sensitive, I’ve barely touched you.” You’re having deja because he’s said that before…or was that your dream. He dips one finger into your entrance as you arch your back. It’s too much and not enough as if he senses your frustration he plunges a second finger in slowly pumping in and out.

You drop your head onto the pillow as you softly moan his name. You can feel his cock grinding into your hip as he picks up the pace. He swallows your moans with his lips on yours. His name has never sounded sweeter than it does now as you chant his name. You’re ratcheted too tight as you feel the coil build, his fingers press down on the soft bundle of nerves and your toes curl in a blinding orgasm. You’re not sure when you gripped his hair like a lifeline as you slowly untangle your fingers while you come down from your high.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you said my name.” He’s placing soft kisses on your neck as he removes his hand, you’re suddenly feeling a little bold as you can feel how patient he was being. You palm his bulge through his jeans and he bucks his hip, groaning your name.

The sound of car doors slamming have you both looking at each other wide eyed. He grabs your hand and places it around his waist. “I need you to pretend to be asleep.” You open your mouth to speak but he shushes you with a kiss as he flings the blanket back over you both. Your pants are still unbuckled and he’s still very hard but right now as the keys jingle in the door you figure you can deal with it later.

The front door opens and you bury your face into his chest to hide your laughter at having to pretend once again. Ben’s yelling about something per usual as you hear Will shush him.

“Awww they look so peaceful.” You can feel Frankie squeeze your hip and it’s taking everything to calm your breathing. His chest is rising and falling steadily as he squeaks out a fake snore. He may seem peaceful but you can feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek.

You hear footsteps getting further away and voices trailing as they make their way to the kitchen. Frankie can hear the fridge open and close and the sound of the water in the sink running.

“Can you button your shorts without moving too much?” He whispers into your temple. You nod your head as you slowly move your hand down to button them again, you try your best to avoid his problem that seems to be less obvious. When you’re finally decent you sit up peeking over the back of the couch. You signal for him to sit up and he hears footsteps approaching. He raises his arms above his head dramatically, stretching as you do your best-I just woke up eyes. It’s all ridiculously hilarious

“Good evening sleepyheads.” Ben plops down next to you on the couch and you sit up fully now in the middle of both men.

“Do you ugh…want some water?” Frankie’s standing to stretch now, his little belly exposed as his shirt lifts and you notice he’s still got a slight bulge but nothing that couldn’t be explained by how close you were sleeping.

“Yes please.” Your voice is a little hoarse from your nap or moaning Frankie’s name for too long.

He leaves you two on the couch and heads to the kitchen as Benny pulls you into his side and places a kiss on your temple. This has to be a record for times getting deja vu in one day.

“How was your date?” So they must’ve come to an agreement like Frankie said because he just called it a date without any malice in his tone. Just genuine curiosity and care.

“It was great actually.” Frankie returns with your water and sits back down next to you on the opposite side. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by you cuddling up with Ben and it’s bizarre territory you’re wading into.

“Well I hope you showed our girl a good time.” You’re sputtering your water as Frankie hides his amused face behind his hand. Ben is patting your back as Will enters the living room with beers in hand.

“Are you okay?” He hands the beers around as he tries to offer you one but you wave him off.

“I’m fine…but I really should be going. I have work early tomorrow and I really should get some sleep.” You all stand from the couch unsure of how to say goodbye.

Frankie pulls you into a hug and places a kiss on your forehead. “At least you got a nap today.” He winks at you and you pinch his side knowing he can’t make a sound.

“Don’t hog her, she was with you all day.” Ben picks you up as you yelp, he couldn’t resist that sound. He carefully sets you down and leans in to kiss your cheek.

You turn to see Will in the loveseat sipping his beer with an amused smirk on his face. “I swear to god Will.” He holds his hands up in mock surrender as both men are snickering beside you.

“I didn’t say anything sweetheart.” You make your way towards the door to grab your bag off the hook and you can feel all eyes on you. “ I’ll see you Friday to fix that hole in your wall.”

“Will…”

“Don’t argue with him, it'll only make your life harder.” Ben knows his brother all too well so you decide to take his advice and drop it.

“Fine, I’ll call you later.”

“Okay.” They all say in unison and erupt in laughter.

As you close the door behind you still hearing the faint sounds of your boys you realize how completely and utterly fucked you truly are.

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kenobihater · 9 months

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WHO organizes their books this way holy shit??????? it's one bump away from total collapse - banged up covers, mangled pages, books all over the floor! and what happens when you wanna read a book from the bottom, huh???

#len speaks #i am baffled. i've had book piles b4 bc i have too many books but they were ALWAYS temporary and never more than like maybe a foot high!!#what happens when a short king wants 2 read & gets crushed 2 death by ur hashtag aesthetic osha violation? wheres the structural integrity?#edit: making this unrebloggable bc apparently its a weird ugly bookshelf that just LOOKS like a pile of vertical books #don't get the appeal but w/e. don't want this blowing up bc its silly #after that one shitty post i made abt the mcu slowing down that got 28k notes in less than 24hr i dont trust my bad posts not to blow up lol

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forgetminot · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes - The Walking Dead Edition.

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Y/n: "So, Daryl is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night."

Rick: "What, Why?"

Y/n: "Because, I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row."

Daryl: *arms crossed and pouting* "You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass from walkers."

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Rick: *walks into the room*

Y/n: "He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?"

Daryl: "Well, it looks like it’s his own blood this time."

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Y/n: "Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Rick..."

Daryl: As you should be.

Y/n: "No, for real, he's kind of-"

Daryl: "As. You. Should. Be."

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Daryl: *whispering* "So when are we gonna tell them?"

Rick: *whispering* "Just give them a minute."

Y/n: *Pulling harshly on a door that clearly says push.*

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seafl0wrz · 1 year

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#transformers #maccadam #transformers earthspark #earthspark #tfes #tf earthspark #hashtag #earthspark hashtag #tfe hashtag #hashtag malto #transformers fanart #uuuh hi i drew another earthspark child #im eventually going to draw them all but I have too many ideas and bad time management #sai's silly scribbles

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dynamitedemonlord999 · 10 months

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Not What You Thought, Truth or Dare

You felt your heart breaking slightly as you saw your two crushes flirting with eachother as a dare. You weren’t mad but- their feelings were evident. You looked down, feeling less buzzed with happiness, excitement, hope. Instead you felt like a deflated balloon, flattened and filled with shame, a bitter taste left on your mouth. However before you could come out of your pity party, a sudden question was asked “Y/N? Truth or dare?” It took a moment of repeating the question until you actually heard it from your friends. You sighed, looking at your hands as you fiddled with your nails. “I don’t really feel like playing this game anymore.” You mumbled. “Oh come on! Just one more!” Mina whined “Yeah it’s getting pretty late. Bakubro’s starting to doze off.” Kirishima replied “Tch, no I’m not you lacking braincelled idiot!” The male shouted. You groaned as you felt all your energy had run out and wanted nothing more than to forget the night. “Dare I guess.” You mumbled. The pinkette’s lips made a popping noise as she smirked at you. “I dare you- first tell who your crush is-“ “But that’s more than one thing.” You whined “And then do 7 minutes in heaven with them.” At the thought of the word, you could only imagine the look of the boys faces in your mind. “7 hours in hell more like it.” You gritted your teeth, looking down feeling more ashamed of your choice of love. “Ooooooh- tell us! Tell us!” The room began to chant. “Ok ok! Fine!” You sighed as you looked up pleading towards her “But- what if it’s not just one?” the whole room oohed. The female blinked as she looked shocked “Okayy- then. Then both!” You facepalmed as you gulped “I-“ you couldn’t look at the new couple as you felt just gross and disgusted with yourself as you hadn’t realized how obvious it was that the boys liked eachother. Sighing you shakingly continued. “Like- uhm both- uh. K-Kirishima and-“ you nearly chocked as you swallowed some air wrong in your throat “B-bakugou.” You covered your face as you turned away, feeling horrible.

You ignored the sounds of the room as you knew your friendship with the boys was over. You bit your fingernails as you curled up and made your figure smaller. Wishing you could disappear and this night hadn’t happened. However you had missed the shocked but worried looks the redheads and blonde shared when they looked towards you then each other, finally nodding. Bakugou stood up and walked over towards your shaking figure as you fought the urge to cry from your sore heart.

“Oi, we’re going.” You shook your head as you undeniably recognized his voice. “Come on, Kirishima. We’re leaving.” Katsuki growled. You jumped, however you didn’t move to fight as you felt strong arms wrapping themselves around you, scooping you from the couch. The smell of his amazingly sweet scent filling your senses. Turning you away, “But you-“ someone began to protest before you felt the blonde snap his head towards the person.

With your h/c-ed hair buried in his neck, Katsuki glared daggers at the other blonde who had his hand up. Kirishima standing behind the two of you protectively with his arm in between Bakugou’s shoulders and above his waist. Kirishima shook his head as he too wore a serious look. Bakugou turned and walked away with Kirishima following close behind.

You heard a door open and close behind you and who you thought to be Kirishima behind the both of you. “Bakugou? Why’d you do tha-“ “She’s upset you idiot! You really want her to cry in front of all those idiotic extras?! Have some common sense you damn rock.” Bakugou snapped, you opened your eyes and peered at Kirishima’s shocked face. You liked him, but he was a bit of a dummy. You felt yourself being put down on a soft mattress by Bakugou, you sniffed as you whipped your nose and eyes, hugging your legs you didn’t want to look at anyone, especially not them. “Oi, why you so upset?” Bakugou started, you shook your head and put your head in your lap. “Oi, don’t turn away while I’m talking to you.” He lightly growled. However, as your answer was only silence for various moments in time, Bakugou realized he needed to change his tactics. “Look. If you keep avoiding me and Kirishima. Then how do you expect us to help you? You need to reach out for help a few times before you actually get it idiot.” You felt the other side of the bed dip. “Yeah- were you worried Bakugou and I would look at you differently?” You nodded, finally you spoke with a shaky voice accompanying you “You guys are already together- so what’s the point?” You shook a little as you felt like a sheep caught between two wolves.

You couldn’t see the looks of worry between the boys faces, Bakugou sighed as he looked away, a blush growing in his face. “We- aren’t together. Yet, idiot.” “Yeah but you like him and he likes you-“ “Hey hu-u-uhm, what Bakugou’s saying is- we haven’t decided what we’re going to do yet.” Kirishima rubbed your back. The blonde scoffed “And that game clearly made everything more confusing for us. So-“ he turned to you, his mouth left open as he didn’t know what to say to comfort you. Finally, seeing his friend was stuck in thought, a sudden and foreign idea came to mind. “What if we all go into, a relationship?” He asked. Both you and Bakugou looked up and confused at the red head. “Like- if we both share her-“ Kirishima began, your brows furrowed, making your head snap to Bakugou’s. “Then this could work out.” The blonde spoke caught on to the red head’s words. You sat up “Wait- share… me?” The red head nodded as his face grew hot red “Y-yeah. We uhm- we both uh. Like- yoUu-“ his voice cracked. Coughing Kirishima fixed his voice turning to you “We both came to eachother for help about how we could ask you out- really I asked Bakubro for some ideas and later I found out he liked you too.” The blonde scoffed as he looked away “Tch, yeah. Hella awkward that was.” You turned back to Kirishima who hummed and nodded. “Anyway- uh. We could try it out? No harm in trying right?” He laughed as he tried to ease the mood. The blonde growled “Isn’t this- weird? Shouldn’t we- I don’t know try something right here and now to make sure the feelings are there?” Kirishima’s face brightened “Oh yeah! Great idea Bakugou! Why don’t we kiss?” “W-w-WHAT?!” Bakugou shouted, nearly throwing a pillow at the red head as his face then matched the same shade of the other male’s hair. “What man! You suggested it!” Said Kirishima as he ducked from the pillow that made your hair whoosh. “I-I-I didn’t! You damn idiot! Haven’t you been listening to a damn thing I’ve been-“ “I think it’s a good idea.” you said. A small amount of hope returning to the pit of your stomach. The boys both turned their attention to you before turning to each other. You noticed how their attention was suddenly different. As though this had been rehearsed, Bakugou moved his arms from the back of you. His arms pulling you against his lean body “Then- I’ll go first.” He said, you weren’t sure what was going on as one hand moved your head to the side. You made a soundless gasp as suddenly his face was so close, his other arm around your waist. A small peep had escaped from your delayed reaction in his mouth as he pressed his lips firmly against yours. You blinked as you both were still, as though waiting for someone to take your picture. Bakugou’s hand holding your head stroked your jaw with his thumb as his index and middle finger felt and ran down your loose strands of hair. You finally closed your eyes after a moment of watching his cute face moving with his own lips as the both of you kissed.

A whistle suddenly caught both of your attentions, making the two of you pull away. “Woof! Don’t get too spicy in here guys, I’m still watching.” Bakugou made a surprised “Huh!” Bakugou’s hand moved only to hold your waist with his other arm. “I- we weren’t- Damn Kirishima! Why you gotta make it so weird!” Kirishima raised his hands and pulled back “Aye man I’m not the one who grabbed Y/N from behind like that.” You felt Bakugou blink as he then growled, you turned as his face was bright red and full of irritation. “I Wasn’t Trying Anything Like That You Dirty Minded Pig-“ “You’re the one who-“ “SHUT UP WOULD YOU!”

Bakugou put his hands on your hips and then shoved you into the red head’s arms. “Then You Two Go Damn It!” He barked, turning his body away, crossing his arms, holding a pillow as he didn’t look back. But the almost glowing red color popped from his face. Kirishima took your hands, looking into your eyes “You- uh you ready?” He asked, you turned your head back seeing how nervous the redhead had gotten once more as his face held a small smile. You simply nodded, you heard his shyness as he exhaled a minty breath into your face “Ok here we go-“ he closed his eyes as he pulled you close. You two closed your eyes as you allowed him to close the distance. The surprisingly different taste of mint that opposed Bakugou’s cinnamon flavored lips. Yet being warmed up your lips moved well with Kirishima’s as he simply cupped your cheeks.

“Are you two slobber bags done yet?” Bakugou growled, causing you both to stop your kissing as you burst into laughter. You gently pushed Kirishima away as you covered your mouth to muffle the sputtering laughter coming from your vocal cords. “Hey man, not nice!” Kirishima called out. “Oi! You know it’s true to stop complaining!” Kirishima stood up and your head turned to Bakugou who also began to stand “Oh no-” You mumbled, moving out of the way as the two boys stared down at each other. “You want to go bro?” “Tch!” Bakugou cocked his head to the side as his blonde hair bounced. “Hell yeah.” The two then darted at each other, grabbing each other's necks and heads as they went to throw the other. Kirishima may have been bigger and partially stronger, however Bakugou’s level suddenly dropped as he easily ducked under Kirishima’s blocky arms. The red head began to turn his head but by then Bakugou had his arms locked and ready. “WOAH!” Kirishima yelped as Bakugou threw him over his head, doing a German Suplex.

The wrestling went on for 5-10 minutes, by then the boys, Kirishima especially, were smoked. Bakugou had him in a Jiu Jitsu Back Mount pin, Kirishima was heavily panting as his airway was restricted, pulling on Bakugou’s hands to be free. You swore you could see every vein popping from Bakugou’s meaty forearms as sweat was dripping down from his forehead onto Kirishima’s dorm floor. Bakugou growled as Kirishima made a gagging noise, pulling his arms around Kirishima’s neck and shoulder tighter. “Give Up.” The blonde spoke, the redhead barely was able to shake his head “N-nope!” He then exhaled loud and tiredly as he continued to thrash around. However his legs were rendered useless as Bakugou stretched his legs straight, Kirishima winced “Oh da-ham.” His sharp teeth gritting before Bakugou’s body squeezed Kirishima’s like a python. Kirishima’s face was now as red as his hair, but not in the good way from what you could take it. Finally after a while and realizing he was done, Kirishima gave up as he was truly pinned and couldn’t muscle his way out. Bakugou let him go and stood up, grabbing his hand to help the redhead. “Man that-” Kirishima panted before putting his hands on his knees and gulped air as if it was the first bit of water from wandering the desert for 3 days. “Was- so cool. How did you-” Kirishima wheezed, Bakugou only laughed as he walked towards you, sitting behind you as he held his arms out to his sides, you allowed yourself to drop backwards and sink into his warmed body. “I trained since I could remember. Got to know some tricks, or else you’re as useless as quirkless idiots when you can’t use your own damn quirk.” Kirishima nodded “You’re- gonna have to teach me some time.” The blonde scoffed as his own hard breathing slowed “Sure, if you can handle it and not give up like a damn baby.” “Hey man! I couldn’t get out of that even if I was unbreakable! You had me.” You looked up as the blonde scoffed, a rare grin shown on his face. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty as his face seemed to shine. His red eyes turned and looked down to you, feeling your face become flushed you turned to look away “Oh? You going to hide from me now?” He mumbled through your hair into your ear. You couldn’t help but hide your face as your crush on him had massively grown.

“Hey, make some room for me too.” The other side of the bed dipped, an annoyed tsk came from Bakugou. Kirishima’s mouth opened wide as his full rows of teeth were on display as a loud yawn escaped him. “Man I’m tired, we should really hit the sack.” “Hm” Bakugou agreed, you made a small peep as Bakugou simply leaned to the side, using his body weight to pull you down with him. You looked over towards him as you felt him move to where his back was against the wall as he pulled you with. “Hey man! You have to share! You can’t hog her all to yourself ya know!” Kirishima protested, Bakugou made a loud groan “Shut up, don’t remind me idiot.” His hold on you loosened, you watched as Kirishima rolled over towards you. “Hey babe- oh- mind if I call you that?” You could only smile as you shook your head. “No, you can call me whatever you want.” The shark boy’s face grew into a happy grin as he put a hand on your own hand, rubbing it. Your own thumb rubbed his softer skin in return as a smile grew on your face, Kirishima then with his other hand scooped your head and allowed your head to use his strong bicep as a pillow. Wrapping it around your neck he hugged you as he touched foreheads with your own. “Thanks babe.” “He murmured “For what?” You asked, he sighed and shrugged “Well- for picking us. Ya know-” “If you don’t shut the hell up Stupid Hair, i will blow you up and out of this room so hard you’ll be paying for repairs.” Bakugou grumbled before the redhead could finish. Sighing Kirishma rolled his eyes “Fine fine, night you two.” “Night” You said but felt a small kick on the back of your leg from Bakugou. Signaling to: Actually shut the hell up.

As you walked with your two new bodyguards of dates. You couldn’t help but laugh as they teased each other. You stayed talking in the back with your favorite girlfriend until Bakugou yelled something about a race. Grabbing your hand and booking it “COME ON! WE CAN'T LET HIM BEAT US!” “HEY NO FAIR! I WANT TO HOLD HER HAND TOO!” Kirishima whined. You couldn’t help but laugh as you felt this was right for you. Wondering what adventures were waiting in the future for you.

#bakugou x reader #mha fanfic #too many damn hashtags #kirishima x reader #kiribaku x reader #mha fanfics

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xenithvoxx · 6 months

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Ragatha Sketches!

Currently in my tadc brainrot phase, I love all these characters so much T.T

#art #artists on tumblr #my artwork #traditional doodle #traditional drawing #tadc fanart #tadc pomni #tadc fandom #tadc ragatha #ragatha fanart #ragatha my beloved #the amazing digital circus ragatha #the amazing digital circus #digital circus #too many hashtags?probably

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acididk · 5 months

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AAAAA I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!! I'M SO HAPPY IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!!

I'M LIKE SO SURPRISED THAT IT DOES IT LOOKED LIKE A PEICE OF CRAP AT THE BEGINNING!!!

Also it apparently took 34 hours...

hoo boy

#christopher pierre #ghost and pals #finished art #chrispy #the distortionist #wow #suprise #it's Chrispy #yay #drawing #so happy #I'm putting too many hashtags but idc #this took forever #why did it take so long #ignore evil Chrispy in the background that's just your imagination

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zoandreez · 9 months

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do for love ☆・:.,;*

pairing: e1610!milesmorales x blackfem!reader

summary: "what's a self care day?" miles said after you told him you were gonna be busy today. you couldn't help but invite him over and relax with him for the day.

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluff

a/n: first spiderverse fic!!

you were exhausted. your head throbbed with irritation for the past couple of days from stress. you couldn't even think properly with the F you got on your test raging in the back of your mind, not to mention your parents were on your case about it all week.

you figured after an allowance cutoff, and your chemistry grade dropping from an A to a C+, it couldn't get any worse. and as if fate was playing the worlds cruelest trick on you, you lost your airpods friday morning after waking up late and missing your geometry class.

so, you decided to take a self care day tomorrow.

you woke up late today, since you didn't need to get ready for school. in your dorm, you noticed your roomate was already gone. you sat up, rubbing your head. checking your phone groggily, you noticed the time. 10:31 AM. you would be in third period by now.

before you coulld figure out your plans for the day, you immediately got a call from "miles, mh 💗." you picked up, and you heard him sigh with relief.

"hey ma, where are you? i've been calling for the past 20 minutes."

"i'm just taking a break today."

"what do you mean?"

"im having a self care day."

"what's a self care day?

"..nigga are you serious? you're spiderman and you've never taken a break to take care of yourself?"

miles was silent for a moment. it was like he was thinking of what to say, but before he could explain his lack of mental health breaks, you cut him off.

"come to my dorm, we're taking a break day." you didn't even hesitate to invite him to relax with you. he was able to keep you sane, and it was comforting knowing he could be apart of it.

"on my way," he said, before hanging up.

after a moment, miles showed up at your dorm. you were still in your pajamas, but he showed up in his uniform. he was probably at school waiting for you, and you felt a bit guilty for not telling him about your break beforehand.

when you opened the door for him, his face immediately shifted to worry. "jesus, what happened to you?" he said as he looked you up and down.

your eyes were half-lidded, bags sunken, hand clutching your head. you had sighed when he said that, posture already slouched from stress. "this is not the time, just come in." you said, backing up so he can walk in the dorm.

as he walked in, you led him to the bathroom and pulled out your common "spa day" materials. a face mask, or two in this case, fash wash, scrub, shampoo, conditioner, and more.

you turned to miles and held out the two face masks: an aztec claymask, or a regular charcoal mask. "pick one," you urged. as he leaned towards the aztec, you looked at him questionably. "it hurts, are you sure?"

"why is it apart of your self care day if it hurts?"

"beauty is pain," you shrugged. "yes or no?"

"fine." he said, taking the aztec clay mask container out of your hand before reading the back. as he did that, you took a moment to brush your teeth.

"you know, you can take off your uniform."

"during school hours? with the chance of getting caught? i never thought you were that kind of person." miles joked. you elbowed him as you leaned forward to spit out the water.

"thats not what i meant. put on the hoodie you left in here last week." you wiped your mouth before handing him the face wash when he took off his uniform. "the fact that you don't know what a self care day is shows you are just dirty. how do you wash your face in the morning?"

"..water? and hand soap?"

you looked at him with a hint of disgust. "wash your face, boy."

"alright, damn," miles said chuckling before he leaned into the sink.

you left him in the bathroom while you changed out of your pajamas into a t-shirt and sweatpants. when miles came out the bathroom, he had on the hoodie you handed him and a pair of basketball shorts he probably got from his bag.

"alright, good. now come here," you jestured to your desk. he walked over and sat in the swivel chair, spinning it for a moment and putting his worn-24/7-but-still-amazingly-clean jordans before you stopped him. you held up the plastic butter knife you were holding before you pulled out a small container. you scooped up some of the mask and rubbed it onto his face. specifically, on any acne you saw.

somehow, with the worst skincare routine known to man, miles barely had any acne. you were jealous of how your boyfriend had such clear skin. especially with hand soap.

you leaned back to look at your work. miles looked like a confused alien covered in the green mask. you smiled before turning away to put the charcoal mask on yourself.

"so, what does this do?"

"it basically sucks toxins out of your skin and makes sure theres no dead skin clinging to your face. helps with upcoming acne or scars." you said mindlessly, the same explanation you heard time and time again from your own mother.

"ah," he replied, before plopping onto your dorm bed. you grabbed your computer and sat with him on the bed, scrolling through the amount of assignments you'd have to make up.

miles groaned before snatching your computer and opening netflix.

"it's 'sposed to be a self care day. no homework yet. what do you wanna watch?"

you looked at him, confused, but impressed. "have you seen 'missing' yet?"

"the one with the girl's mother who got kidnapped? nah, but i saw the trailer."

"let's watch that then," you said, opening the movie and clicking it before leaning on his shoulder. he wrapped an arm around your waist as you watched the movie, and you drifted off to sleep.

when you woke up, there was a wet paper towel on the nightstand next to your bed, stained with black and green. your macbook was neatly placed, charging, and there was a note.

"hey ma,

your roomate came back from her clases so i figured i wouldn't make it awkward. i tried my best to wipe off your face mask. you were right, that shit started burning, it was so tight.

anyways, sorry about whatever happened that made you feel so horrible this morning, but i hope your 'self care day' helped.

miles," in his infamous grafiti signature.

in the corner of the note was a spiderman logo, and a drawing of you asleep. you cracked a smile.

p/a/n: not my best work but thats ok sorry guys

#miles morales #e1610 miles #e1610!miles x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x blackfem!reader #miles morales x fem!reader #e1610miles x black!reader #thats too many variations of miles to hashtag #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider man: into the spider verse #into the spider verse #hi #bye

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