#the fact that he kept calling me “his daughter” during the whole conversation didn't help

[cepheusgalaxy]

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I hate them

Why do they feel its ok to cross a boundary uve asked them not to?

Why to they get mad at me when I get hurt by that?

Why can't they just understand that's how I'm communicating with them? They feel like I'm "humiliating them" by not letting they take a piece if my food? It makes me feel bad okay? And its not like its a surprise. Ive already told them. Over and over again. And now, this time, I snap and get mad at them, they ask me what's wrong and I say "well i am mad at you for getting my food without permission" and they have the gut to blame me for that! They've cross a boundary I've already set before and enforced a hundred thousand times!

You are actively disrespecting me and each time you do that you're just telling me that I don't deserve to set boundaries.

Why are adults like that? I don't do that to you, because I respect you. You keep saying I don't but I do! I always avoid crossing nay boundary of yours because I know how it'd suck if/when someone does the same! Why can't you understand? Why do you keep comparing yourself to me? Yes I know you wish you had a father like the one you are to me but every time I'm sad with you you just refuse to hear me. You never listen! That's why I didn't want to talk! Because everytime its just you talking and you never listen to me!

I've already told you all the reasons why I'm upset. I've already told you many times and many different simple ways to avoid that in the future.

But you keep going!

It hurts okay? So, yea, maybe I'll snap at you this time. Because you keep getting on my nerves, and I always try not to care a lot and just talk things through because I knew it'd end like this. And I didn't even do anything! I got mad, expressed my feelings to you and then went on calming myself! I just proceeded to eat and read my stuff! And then you thought it was utter disrespect because I'm mad at something you did!

I hate you! I hate them I hate them I hate them so much

Why do they never listen?

[reythenerdypisces]

things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread

Part 3: The Titan's Curse

The truth was I was kind of disappointed to hear that she liked her new school so much. It was the first time she'd gone to school in New York. I'd been hoping to see her more often.

I tried to concentrate on little things, like the crepe-paper streamers and the punch bowl - anything but that fact that Annabeth was taller than me, and my hands were sweaty and probably gross, and I kept stepping on her toes.

"The General?" I asked. Then I realised I'd said it in a French accent. "I mean... who's the General?" I want this part to be in the show

"Sweet! Let's go! [to CHB]" said Nico. this breaks my heart. he was so excited in this book

Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter).

"How would you kidnap an immortal goddess? Is that even possible?" "Well, yeah. I mean, it happened to Persephone." "But she was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime." you tell him grover

"That's some serious danger you're facing." Connor Stoll said. (I liked how he said you and not we.) I'm just imagining the rest of the campers not bothering to go on quests cause it's always the same few demigods and they don't care, they're just chilling safe at CHB while Percy and Annabeth do their things

The creature looked at me sadly. "Moooo!" But I couldn't understand his thoughts. I only speak horse. Percy Jackson speaks two languages: English and Horse

With a shiver, I realised that five hundred or a thousand years from now, Bianca di Angelo would look exactly the same as she did today. She might be having a conversation like this with some other half blood long after I was dead but Bianca would still look twelve years old. ouch

"It wants to kill us!" Thalia said. "Of course." Grover said. "It's wild!" "So how is that a blessing?" Bianca asked.

"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.

When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. I know everyone talks about this part but I can't help but bring it up again, they are so cute

"Woah, first of all, I never said anything about love. And second, what's up with tragic!" little does he know. also, Percy is so incredibly insightful in this book but he's also so jealous of Annabeth and Luke and so upset about the idea of her joining the hunters yet still can't figure out that he likes her

"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s." "Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said. Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States." Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?" "Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture." I cannot explain how much this little bit means to me.

The girl I'd just tried to slice in half yelped and dropped her Kleenex. "Oh my god." she shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" Rachel's here!!! I love her

Five minutes later, Zoe had me outfitted in a ragged flannel shirt and jeans three sizes too big, bright red sneakers, and a floppy rainbow hat. someone draw this and tag me. what an outfit

Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before. She had been cornered on Half-Blood Hill. She'd willingly given her life for her friends. But this time, she couldn't save us. How could I let that happen to her? he is the most empathetic, wholesome guy, I love Percy

"Can't this go any faster?" Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. "I cannot control traffic." You both sound like my mother." I said. "Shut up!" they said in unison. I kind of wish we got more Thalia and Zoe interactions... they would've made such a great enemies to lovers dynamic, if Zoe didn't die

"Get away from my daughter!" Dr Chase called down, and his machine gun burst to life, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering. "Dad?" yelled Annabeth in disbelief.

Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about our strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.

"No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me." "Why are you saying that?" she cried. "You want to be responsible for the whole world?" It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger." I said. might I remind you this boy is 13/14 and has the whole world on his shoulders (both literally at some point and figuratively)

I feel like these are just getting longer and longer but again, I will be back for part 4!

[malavera]

Dad's Best Friend, pt. iii (m) — Tom Cruise

↳ Tom Cruise is your Dad's Best friend. Your dad is a businessman in Hollywood, and he happens to be friends with your teenage year crush. You're legal now, what happens when you can finally live out your desires?

summary: Tom gladly accompanies you during your meeting. Though, what happens after all the things you both did previously at your dad's birthday party, you're suddenly in your feelings. You couldn't help but letting him know, so what will his answer be?

warnings: 18+, angst, smut; dom!tom, oral m/receiving, praisekink, agegap (reader is 26 tom is 59)

w.c: 2658

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The mighty Tom Cruise sat there and looked pretty,

As if he was your trophy husband that you decided to bring him out to your meetings. You would include him in some parts of the conversation to let him know that you acknowledge his presence and you would appreciate it if he could give some insights on what he thinks about the matter that you and your business manager discussed, though once you and Roy had gotten the responds Tom would released himself from the conversation as he didn't want to interfere and engaged much.

Watching the whole process of you and your business manager coming up with a problem then finds a way to the solution, he couldn't help but feel proud of the woman that you have become. He might not be around your teenage years much, but he's got eyes and ears around you that you might not know of. He's thankful that although your dad might be too royal, he'd spoil you too much that you might end up being a stuck up bitch living in LA who knows nothing but make her daddy's pockets hurt, you're not.

Though, Tom wished he'd known you in a different way.

He wished you weren't his best friend's daughter. He cares about you too much to the point he doesn't see anyone, but you. He wanted to be there for you at all times, he wanted to be the man you'd come running to. But, he's aware of the risks that in fact, he's in a conflict within himself on should he punished himself for what he almost lure you into back there in your old bedroom, or... Should he just say what the fuck and make his move?

"Thank you for the company, Tom."

Tom folded his lips before replying with a nod, his hands folded into fists before he shoved them inside his pockets, afraid he might engage into something that the world may found it frowned upon. You on the other hand, debates on whether you should invite him in or gestured a 'off you go'.

"You're welcome. I- I wished we had more time." Tom chuckled breathlessly,

“I’m leaving tomorrow at dawn.”

You wished you’ve had invited him in.

You ponder on every chances that you could’ve taken hours ago. He’s got you wrapped around his fingers. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you even tried putting on YouTube and crank up some ambient music but still—your heart couldn’t help but missing him.

Staring at your screen, displaying a blank space of text messages to his number—as you kept typing… Though ended up not sending the messages. What were you supposed to say?

I couldn’t stop thinking about you.

I want you back then.

I want you to do things to me.

Wreck my insides please, daddy?

For fuck sakes, calling him Daddy? Would it be awkward? You’ve never tried it, except in your dream. It was so juicy why did your father ever wake you up?

Your mind kept rewinding the scenes in your old bedroom. How you could finally have a taste of him back then, feel him, use him. You sighed in distress, why couldn’t you faced him using the confidence that you always have when it comes to you and the reality. You couldn’t even pretend to be confident, now that you think of it—your heart grimaced in shame. I must’ve looked so fucking dumb back then, he must’ve thought i’m an amateur—fuck no I am no amateur, you thought.

With no surprise, your screen displayed calling… as you waited for him to pick up his phone. You bet on yourself if on the third ring he didn’t-

“Hello?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. He picked up.

“H-hey..” Way to go.

“Y/N is there something wrong?”

“Uhmm-” You muttered. Fuck, stop stuttering.

You mentally shook your head to shrug off all of the burden on your shoulders, clearing your throat and straighten your posture from leaning against your pillow.

“I am no amateur, Tom.” You declared.

Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise, he wanted to chuckle and shook his head from side to side. What on earth are you on?

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Don’t let him get to you, don’t let him shake your ground, You speak to yourself.

“I could’ve fucked you back there.” You taunted,

“I am not afraid. I am not some dumb little teenage girl who’s got a big fat crush on her Dad’s Best Friend. I am more than that. I am a woman, who’d tend to her needs and wants and-.. And- you’re not what I need but- but- I want to suck your cock and make you cum.” You digressed.

“I- I- I want you. I want your hands all over my grown body. I want you to do things to me that you knew you’d end up in hell or beat up by my father. I want you to- to- touch me. I want to feel you, fuck- I- I- I want to feel you! I loved that you’re so warm even though we weren’t even on top of each other, but I could feel you.” You croaked, speaking to him with your heart on your hands.

"And I-" You sighed, "I wished I could feel you." You finished, swallowing your saliva. Relieved is what you can express, it's like the lump in your chest has finally washed away. Turns out, spitting out all of these things are what your mind didn't know that you need. For some reason, the wave of confidence has returned to your body. You should've felt ashamed as you did not received any feedback on the other line after you spoke with your heart on your hands.

You felt like slapping your head after you realize how dumb you must've sounded. It's almost minutes why is he not responding? You should've thought better. With your head hung, your shoulders slowly slumped, you tugged your phone away from your ears looking at the screen watching the number of minutes turned from each seconds.

Really Y/N you should've known better, you thought.

"H-have Have a safe trip." You muttered, the line went cut off.

The boiling sound from the pot on the stove is the only thing that may seemed alive. Way to go to start your morning at 5 AM, the water dispenser broke, you couldn't have a cup of hot tea to relax all of your muscles that failed to when you tried to bring yourself down to sleep.

Should you regret the things that you've said last night?

You wished that you hadn't opened your mouth as now waves of guilt and shame washes over you. He must've think you're a teenage girl after the stupid confession.

You jumped when the phone rang the famous opening ringtone, you didn't realize you've been zoning out, the water had formed bubbles from the boil. You switched off your stove before grabbing your phone from the counter, you wished it was him calling you but your heart dropped when it's your dad.

"Hey, Dad." You answered.

"Good morning! I bet you wouldn't answer at this very early," He laughs.

"Aha, I did though. What do you need?"

"What do you say to make up the time that you, literally, missed yesterday a.k.a my birthday-"

"Right, about that Dad I am so sorry. It was urgent and-"

"No, No, No, of course I understand. Hear me out, what would you say for Golf?"

You stare at your hands, licking your bottom lips. Maybe a day with your Dad could get you out of your thoughts. You've checked your schedule and it's safe to say that you have the whole day off, let's hope there's no surprises from your office for once.

There is no surprises from your office for once, and thank god you've been receiving great feedbacks from your manager. You locked your phone before handing it to your caddie as she exchanged it to your golf stick. You watched your Dad having his turn before he swung his stick sending the ball away.

"That's a great one, Dad." You praised, clapping your gloved hands.

"Watch your back you don't want to twist 'em!" Your heart winced, your clapping stops.

Your dad rolled his eyes before making a face as you watched him appearing in your vision, dressed in a golfing kind of outfit. Didn't he said he's leaving at dawn? If your jaw could fall to the ground, it would. But, you remembered where you are as you slowly closed your slightly agape mouth.

"Tom! What are you doing here? I thought you're leaving to London for the shoot." Your Dad greeted him with a tough handshake.

"Yeah, I should've." Tom sighed before he turned his head towards you.

"But, I realized I've had such little time with this little one. I missed her. So, I'm staying for a while until we have a good time." He emphasised that only he knows, you could understand. You folded your lips suppressing a smile.

"Well come on, there's always room for one more. Ashton throw Mister Cruise a stick!"

You ignored him, throughout the golfing. Not only you were ashamed, but you were furious. Did he thought showing up here was a good idea? Hell fucking no. What a fucking douche, You thought. He could've texted you, called you back, or better yet he could've just responded. Sighing as you closed the door to the VIP changing room, all of a sudden you felt hot. Your hands went flying to harshly tug off your hat, throwing them away to your duffle bag.

"So, you're giving me the cold shoulder now?" You shrieked and jumped before you turned your heels towards the voice. Turns out he's been in the room's bathroom as he slowly shuts the door before crossing his arms.

"Why are you here?" You barked.

"I needed to see you." You scoffed.

"Yeah? For what? Make me feel even more embarrassed?" Tom's heart fell, that's not how you feel isn't it? He asked himself.

"Why would you be so?"

You scoffed in disbelief, "Why wouldn't you be? After you told the man who's old enough to be her father, that she wanted him to fuck her and then proceeding to pour her heart out only to not getting single response?" You barked once more.

"Go away, get out of here. I don't want to see you." You spat out.

"That's not how you should speak to me, sweetheart." Tom warned.

"Yeah? Well hear this, FUCK YOU!" You fumed.

Something inside him snapped as he launched to you slamming your back against the wall. Tom might be kind and generous, but when you get on his nerves, you would regret it. You shrieked when you felt your back clashed against the wallpapered walls, your eyes briefly shut before you open them back. Tom's chest heaves, his breath exhaled through his nose in fury.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" Tom smirked, "Because it's working, sweetheart." He grinned.

One hand on your throat, the other on your shoulder blade. Your eyebrows scrunched together, you struggled to maintain your breath, a needy whine drives out from your throat to your pursed lips.

Tom lessen his grip on your throat, "Now are you going to be good and show me what you said last night on the phone?"

Your teeth gritted inside your closed mouth, your eyes darted side to side to his eyes, searching something. Your chest heaves, your breath turned panted, a whimper escaped from your mouth.

"Fuck me." Your hands went to his neck, harshly pulling him in for a kiss. The kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing, tongue battling for dominance kind of action. Tom's hands went under you to lift you up from the ground, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Tom guide you both towards the leathered sofa before laying you back against the cushion.

Seconds later your top was laying on the floor with your bra and his shirt, the last piece of garment covering you both was the bottoms. You in your white skirt, him in his pants. You both were panting, lips still colliding. Tom's hands wander from your collarbone to your chest, to toy with your breasts. A mewl from you he received.

You pushed yourself up to guide him ushering to take a seat on the sofa. Your lips moved down to his jaw then to his neck, Tom watched as you go down kissing his chest, your hands wander down to his abdomen before reaching what you're looking for. The waistband of his pants, your hands went to undo his belt before undoing the button of his pants.

Tugging them off of him, Tom impressed. You settled on your knees, as Tom look to the front to find a mirror facing both of you. He groaned once he sees your laced panties, the fabric squeezed in between your rounded ass as you slightly bent to tend on his growing hard on.

"Shit, sweetheart. I wished you could see how you look right now." Tom grunted, hands on your hair caressing your head. You're too busy massaging his bulge, groping his balls before you finally took the last piece of garment off of him.

His cock sprung free slapping his abdomen, as Tom hissed with his eyes closed throwing his head back before turning his attention back to you. Your eyes locked on his, grabbing his cock with your free hand as the other played with his balls. Your plumped and moist lips inch towards his flaring red tip as your tongue grazes against the tiny slit on the head.

Tom moaned once he felt your warm tongue, you repeated this action over and over again before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

"Sshiit... Look at you, don't you think you should've just get on your knees and suck my cock instead of throwing shits at me, sweetheart? Mmh.. You're doing so good." Tom moaned, his hands playing with your hair in hopes of prying them away from your face.

You relaxed the muscles on your jaw, as you pushed your head further down his shaft. With the action that you pulled sends shiver down his spine as Tom shuddered feeling your warm throat.

"Shit look at you, you really are not an amateur. You suck cock like a good slut." Tom praised but degrade you at the same time, calling you a slut, for some reason made your pussy throbs as you moaned around his cock.

"Mmm.. Mmm.. What would your father say about this? What happens when he finds his daughter on her knees sucking his best friend's cock like her life depends on it?" Tom taunted, you seemed to like his dirty mouth when Tom watched the way you squeezed your thighs from the mirror, your pace went fast.

Tom moaned when he saw your panties drenched due to your pussy getting wetter by each seconds.

"Fuck yes, keep doing it. I'm almost there, sweetheart. You're doing great." Tom moaned, throwing his head back, his hips thrusting upwards slightly to meet each bob from your head.

The tip of his head throbs, as he feel it coming, forming from his balls. "F-fuck, I'm coming sweetheart. Argh!" Tom shoots his load in your mouth, the strings streamed down your throat, his hips lifted stopping midway, his hands gripping your hair holding you down on his cock.

He gave one final thrust to clean out the last bit of his load, before slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth. His hands went to your chin as he leaned down,

"Swallow it."

Like a good girl, you did what he said. Tom chuckles, shaking his head side to side in disbelief.

He just fucked his best friend's daughter's mouth.

[backtothefanfiction]

WHAT BENNY DOESN'T KNOW | Chapter 6

A TRIPLE FRONTIER STORY

Summary: Things get heated on the mountainside then five months later Santiago knocks on your door asking for a favour.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 3997

A/N- Hey guys thank you so much for your love on this series, after the heaviness of the last chapter this one is more story development for how we ended up at chapter 1. It's split into three parts; the boys interaction on the side of the mountain, Santiago coming to your flat to ask for a favour and you meeting with Frankie in a diner to collect on that favour for Santi. This is the second to last chapter and I am currently working on the final chapter so we can end this story and Friday on a high! In the meantime I hope you enjoy.

PART SIX | TRIPLE FRONTIER

Without you, the mission had become a shit show. Five days full of reckless testosterone clouded decisions that had lead to them trekking across the Andes, millions of dollars literally being lost over the side of a cliff, three different gunshot wounds between the group and multiple dead bodies; including Tom's. The sun had almost fully set now, just a dull hazy glow on the horizon as Santiago, Will and Frankie lay back against the bags of money, waiting for the younger Miller to return. The tension was thick between them and not just because of the multiple fuck ups or the fact they had lost a friend.

Each one of them had brought up your name at some point during this trip, wondering if things would have been different if you had been there. A strong team of six instead of five. Santiago had watched Frankie subtly flinch, every time he heard your name and although he himself wished you had been there, he could clearly see now why you had said no. He still didn't completely know what had happened between you and Frankie other than what he found out that one night in Italy; but he knew if you had been on this mission with them right now, the team would be even weaker, not stronger.

“I'm gonna say something. Are you listening?” Frankie's voice said strongly, breaking the stoic silence that had befallen the three men since Benny had left their company.

“Yeah.” Santiago murmured, acknowledging the statement.

“We gotta get back on our game.” Frankie said. “Enough of this. It stops now. You Understand?”

“Copy that.” Santiago replied.

Frankie had ended up spending more time than he thought he would thinking about you these last few days. Even with everything that had happened between the two of you, it felt odd to him doing a job like this without you. Over the years and countless missions you had all worked together, you had become a partner to him. His co-pilot, the one who always had his six. The absence of you only served to remind him of how fucked up things were between you now. He felt himself tense anytime one of the boys said your name. He spoke with a venom, anytime he was dragged into a conversation about you. That was until he lost a mule over the side of the mountain.

The rocks had given way bellow the animals feet and he had watched helplessly as it fell to its death, bags of money exploding as they hit rocks. His own mortality truly hit him then. His mind raced to images of his daughter and Laura but then they turned to you and that's where they stayed. Tom's death a day later had only reinforced those thoughts more. If he died on this godforsaken mountain before he had a chance to talk to you and sort everything out, it would be the biggest regret of his life. He needed them all to get back on their A game. He needed to get back to you.

“Why did she say no to the job?” Will's question permeated the silence. It was a question that had been on his mind since the very beginning and one Santiago had tried to avoid and work around the whole mission. Santiago remained quiet, trying to work out the best way to respond.

“Because of me.” Frankie's confession rang out. Will sat up then, looking at Frankie confused, silently asking him to elaborate. Santiago's gaze had also turned to Frankie, but it was a soft look, one of pride that his friend wanted to face up to his demons instead of run from them. Frankie's look back to Santiago was a desperate cry for help. Although he knew they all needed to get this out in the open so they could work better as a team, he also was struggling with how to say it.

“He was sleeping with her.” Santiago tried to say as gently as he could. Although he knew the relationship between you and Frankie had been fucked up, he also knew you were both hopelessly in love with one another, which was what had made things between you so much more complicated.

“Wait. What?” Will stuttered out in shock. “When?”

“About 11 months ago.” Frankie quietly confessed. Will gave Frankie a hard look as he realised he was telling him he had cheated on his partner with you. “Look, I know.” Frankie said in response to the stare, “It wasn't exactly my finest moment.”

“How long for?” Will questioned.

“A couple of months. She broke things off when she found out Laura was pregnant. That's why she took that job in Italy.” Santiago's mind raced as he remembered back to the night he spent with you in Italy, his head dropping sheepishly. He thought if he kept his head low, he'd get away with not having the Italy conversation with Frankie but he was wrong. Frankie had recognised the look on Pope's face and the fact his was currently staring away from them at the rock in front of him, just told him how guilty his friend felt.

Will had watched the exchange, analysing the looks between the two men before him. “What happened in Italy?” he asked, suspecting there was something about your time over seas that they were both privy to and hiding from him.

“Why were you in Italy with her Pope?” Frankie doubled down.

“I went to her first to talk about the job.” Santiago said, only giving half the truth. Frankie fixed him with a hard look, forcing him to elaborate. He wanted to know how that fucking phone call had come about. “Look she wasn't answering my messages so I got on a plane, went over there and-” his sentence hung awkwardly in the air a moment as he tried to decide how to carry on. “Look, I thought that if I got rid of the guy she would be free to come back with me and do the job, but she got mad at me.” Frankie and Will listened intensely as Santiago continued to babble. “Look I did some things and she said some shit to get back at me. Look man I didn't know.” He looked desperately to Frankie.

“But even after you did find out you still fucked her, right?” Frankie's voice bit back. It was more of a statement than a question.

“I'm sorry man, but you should have seen her face.” Santiago felt his cock twitch just at the memory alone. “She freaking begged me Fish.” Santi's voice pleaded, trying to get his friend to understand. Will scoffed in disbelief over the conversation they were having. “Hey.” Santiago said rounding on him, “You would have done exactly the same thing if you were there. You're just bitter because you only got to fuck her the once.”

“HEY!” Frankie's voice cut across Pope.

“No, you don't get to act like you're her knight in shining armour right now and defend her honour, not when you used her like you did.” Santiago snapped back at Frankie.

“I didn't use her.” Frankie attempted to defend himself.

“You fucking snorted coke off her body, fucked her, then went back home to continue playing house with your actual girlfriend. If that's not using her-”

“I told her I fucking loved her and that I wanted to leave Laura, that I was gonna get clean for her and she fucking cut and run on me man.” There was silence as the weight of Frankie's statement hung in the air between them. When Frankie spoke again, breaking the silence, his voice was softer, curious. “Did you make her?” He didn't want to ask but he needed to know. The 60 second phone call had played continuously on a loop around his head ever since it had happened, the words haunting him.

“Yes.” Santiago's voice was timid and he struggled to look at his friend. “If it helps, she really tried to fight it man. I think she liked that it had been your thing.”

“What?” Will questioned, confused by the ambiguous conversation his friends were having in front of him. “What did you make her do?” His voice was worried, protective. Both Frankie and Santiago struggled to meet Will's eyes. “What did you make her do?” he asked again his voice demanding an answer.

“I'm sorry man.” Santiago said.

“He made her squirt.” Frankie said at the same time. Will's expression was one of reserved surprise.

“Wait you both?” Will asked, looking for clarity.

“Yeah.” Santiago said. There was a silence again as the information set in.

Something Santiago had said was weighing on Frankie. “What do you mean she begged you?” Frankie asked him timidly.

“She's been torturing herself man. She feels so guilty about everything that happened, she's just looking for a way she can live with herself.”

“What did you do?” Frankie asked, he was scared of the answer but wanted to know, his own form of punishment.

“Tied her to the bed and edged her to within an inch of her life.” Santiago's statement was slightly rushed and guilty. Will fought to remain silent as he began to picture the scene in his head.

“Did it help? Did it make her feel better afterwards?” Frankie continued to question.

“She's in love with you man.” Santiago said softly. “Those feelings aren't just gonna go away. She's gonna be carrying them around with her for the rest of her life. She's always gonna be stuck wondering what would have happened if things were different. Wondering if there ever would have been a way for you guys.” Santiago's statement left everyone silent once more. None of them brought it up again, but they couldn't stop thinking about it.

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It had been 5 months since you had come home from Italy. 5 months since the boys came back from their trip to South America. Will and Ben had escorted Tom's body back to the states and broken the news to Molly. They stayed with her as she broke the news to her girls and made a point of being there for them whenever they needed.

For 5 months, Will and Benny were the only company outside your family that you saw, but even then you didn't see them as often. None of you met up as a group again. You hadn't even heard from Santiago, that was until he showed up on your doorstep late one Saturday afternoon. “Hey Querida, I need your help.”

You reluctantly let him in, ushering him inside your small apartment. “What do you want Santi?” you asked as you continued to hover near the front door.

“I've got this job-”

“Nope, no way.” you quickly cut in. “After what happened in South America, I don't think so. Besides I thought that was supposed to be your last job. You said you were retiring.” you folded your arms across your chest defensively.

“I know, I know. But this isn't like that job.”

“Are you determined to burn every friendship you've ever had?” you spat at him, a warning to choose his next words very carefully. Will and Benny had told you everything when they got home. Both of them were shells of the men they once were, it almost pained you to be around.

Santiago collapsed onto the sofa, his head hung in his hands. “I know I fucked up.” he said slowly. “It was a shit job. I wanted to be able to just let it go and move on but I can't. I can't let that be the last job I did. The last thing that defines my career for me.” You softened at the broken man's words.

“What's the job?” you tentatively asked him.

“Corrupt cop.” he said, finally lifting his head from his hands.

“What?” you questioned slightly shocked. You had not been expecting that but you were immediately invested and Santiago knew it.

“He's based along the border between Columbia and Brazil. Been taking bribes and working with the cartels down there for years. With Lorea out of the way he's kind of stepped up to the plate behind the scenes, but he's nothing without his money.”

“So it's just getting the money, then getting back out.”

“Yes.”

“I'm assuming because he's a corrupt cop this is all gonna be done off the books.”

“That's why I need the team. The whole team.”

“They'll never go for it. Not if it's coming from you.” Santi looked at you then, his eyes pleading. You could read his mind without having him say it. “No.”

“They'll do it for you.” he said getting up.

“No, I'm not lying to them.”

“Please.” he said placing his hands on your arms. His eyes were desperate, “I need this.” You couldn't help but look at him with pity. He was far from the man who had teased you in Italy just a few months back. You could see the effects of his last failed mission clear on his face and his body. The dark circles under his eyes from nights of restless sleep. The extra patches of grey scattered amongst his dark curls. All he wanted was one last good job so he could rest in peace and think back on the glory days with fondness. He needed an excuse to make things right with his friends.

“Fine.” you reluctantly agreed. “But if they are gonna believe this is my job, you are gonna have to really let me take charge of this. You gotta give me everything you know.”

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Getting Will and Benny to agree had been easy. You had brought it up over beers one Sunday afternoon. They hated corrupt cops as much as you and Santi and although they had been a little apprehensive when you told them Santiago was also going to be on the mission, they still agreed to go anyway for you. Frankie on the other hand was probably going to be a little trickier.

You asked him to meet you at a local diner on a Saturday morning. The sun was streaming through the windows onto your little booth. You couldn't tell if it was just the heat from the sun, shining through the glass making you feel like you were in a green house or just your anxiety at seeing Frankie for the first time since he had told you he loved you, but you felt like you were suffocating. You were contemplating abandoning this whole thing and bolting for the door when he finally walked in, the little bell ringing out, drawing your focus to him.

He looked good. He was wearing his favourite t-shirt, an unbuttoned shirt thrown over the top, the sleeves of which were rolled up, showing off his muscular arms. You became aware you were staring and quickly dropped your eyes to the half full cup of coffee, that now sat cold in your hands in front of you.

“Hey.” he said as he approached the table. You looked up at him, your nerves clear on your face.

“Hey.” your voice came out unsure. You wished you could just put on a fake smile and pretend like everything was okay, but the guilt monster that had grown attached to you since you last saw each other wouldn't let you.

He shuffled into the booth across from you as a waitress came over with a pot of coffee. You eagerly held out your own mug for a top up while Frankie flipped over the cup in front of him. “A stack of blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon?” the young girl questioned Frankie as she poured coffee into his cup.

“Actually no, I already ate.” he replied shooting her a forced half smile.

“Very well.” the younger girl said. “Anything for yourself sweetie?” she turned to ask you.

“Umm, no thank you, the coffee's fine.” you said, raising the cup in your hand as you said it.

“Very well then.” the waitress said with an exaggerated smile.

“Thanks Candace.” Frankie said as she walked away.

“Candace? Blueberry pancakes and bacon?” you questioned Frankie once she was out of earshot.

“Yeah. I got in the habit of coming in after early NA meetings.” he told you, his fingers twisting the mug of coffee in his hands as he waited on your response.

“You look good Frankie.” you said, finally being able to find a smile for him. His eyes met yours, they were hopeful, soft. It made you wonder what had happened to him in South America that had him come out of the trip looking far less scathed than the others. You assumed it had something to do with coming back alive for his little girl, a reminder to live the best life he could with her.

“Thank you.” he said. “You look good too.” you could tell by the way he said it that he meant it, even if you didn't feel like it. “So what was it you wanted to talk about?”

Frankie had smiled fondly when your name had popped up on his phone asking him to meet you. After everything that had happened in South America he had been eager to contact you but he had a few things he needed to deal with first.

He had broken things off with Laura as soon as he'd gotten home. They had sat down and had a long conversation, Frankie coming clean about all of it. He expected her to be furious, to scream the house down, throw all of his stuff out onto the front lawn and tell him he couldn't see their daughter ever again; but she surprised him when she told him she had known he was in love with you all along. He moved into the spare bedroom while he looked for a place of his own and made an effort to regularly talk and work out the situation. He was so grateful when she told him he could see Lilah as often as he wanted and he ended up spending a lot of his free time at the house with her, not wanting to miss a single moment as she continued to grow.

“I know after the shit show that was Santiago's job you'll probably want to say no, but I need your help on a job. They other guys are already in, I just need my pilot, my mission partner.” you said trying to lay it on thick.

“I'm in.”

He had said it without hesitation. He'd do anything for you, even if it meant trekking across the Andes again. “Wait, you don't want me to tell you what the job is?”

“It doesn't matter. You need me, I'm all in.” he said leaning back into the booth. “Besides if you've gotten the other guys to agree...” he left the statement open as he brought his coffee cup up to his lips. A silence fell between the two of you. Now you had gotten out all you had to say, you didn't know how to proceed in conversation.

“How old is she now?” you found yourself asking. It was more torturing yourself actually.

“Just over 7 months.” he replied. He held up a finger to you, instructing you to wait as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a small photo of her that was tucked into one of the slots, handing it across the table to you.

You tried to keep your fingers steady as you looked at the picture. She was beautiful and definitely Frankie's kid. “She has your eyes.” you found yourself saying, softening at the image of the little girl who had changed everything.

You couldn't help but wonder, if things had been different, if you and Frankie had gotten together all those years ago. Would you have your own baby by now? Would they have inherited his eyes like this little girl in the picture had, or would they have gotten yours? Then you wondered, if you hadn't run away when Frankie had told you about her, would you have been able to stick around and love her? To be her second mom and raise her with Frankie and Laura.

You quickly handed the photo back, no longer able to look at it or deal with the thoughts that were now swimming around your head. “Yeah, I'm just grateful she didn't get my nose.” Frankie said as he slotted the photo back into his wallet with a fond smile.

“Is she crawling yet?” you asked.

“Oh that girl is such an over achiever.” he chuckled fondly. “She was trying to stand at 3 months, even though her little legs were no where near ready for that. You'd have to fight to get her to relax them to feed.” You couldn't help but smile at the image of Frankie trying to wrestle a fussy baby to sit in his arms properly so he could feed her.

The way he looked at you changed then, like he was sad you hadn't been there, like he had really wanted you to be there with him. He had. There had been so many late nights he'd spent up with his little girl in his arms, wishing you were there. Wishing that she had been yours. He was about to open his mouth and try to tell you everything he had wanted to say since being on that mountain, but you became distracted when your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up, telling you both you had a text message from Santiago.

You reached for the phone and Frankie's chest sagged, it felt like a hole had just opened up in his chest and was suddenly being filled with all his self doubt. 'He'd waited too long. You and Santiago were probably a thing now.' were the main two thoughts that began echoing through his head. “I'm really sorry, I've got to head off.” you said, rooting around in your bag for your purse so you could pay for your coffee.

“Oh okay.” Frankie said back, slightly defeated.

“Umm, I'll send you over all the information for the job.” you said quickly as you climbed out of the booth while trying to send a quick reply to Santiago to let him know you were on your way.

“Yeah of course.” Frankie said also getting up, to see you off properly.

His action caught you off-guard and you almost walked into his chest as you looked up from the phone in your hand. You both froze. You softened as you looked up into his eyes, then slowly let them wander down to his lips. You really wished you could lean forward and kiss him right now. You came to your senses, clearing your throat and taking a step backwards, blushing.

“It was great to see you Frankie.” you quickly said. “Oh and thank you for saying yes to the job.”

“Uh yeah, no problem.” he said, hooking his fingers into his pockets. He wanted to touch you, to hug you or something, anything, but the way you had stepped back from him, made him feel like he couldn't. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

You felt your phone buzz in your hand. You looked down at it, another message from Santiago. “Umm, I've got to go.” your voice was barely above a whisper. Before you realised you had done it, you leant forward and placed a light kiss on Frankie's cheek. You felt the corner of his mouth turn upwards as he began to smile, but you couldn't bring yourself to look. You knew that if you did look, it would remind you of everything you missed out on with him. Instead you did the same thing as you did last time you were with him, you walked away and you didn't look back.

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