Summary: Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers
Characters: William Miller, Ben Miller, Francisco Morales and Santiago Garcia, and female reader
Warnings: Mentions of killing and blood, shooting, dead body, murder, drinking, swear words, drugging, and kidnapping
Summary: Drowning your sorrows in another bar since the mysterious murder of your family, your luck seems to run out that night when you witness a horrific murder done by the most ruthless mob in the city known as The Frontiers
I rewatched Triple Frontier for like the millionth time, and then got stuck in a loophole of reading all kinds of Triple Frontier fics, and decided to go ahead a write something of my own and was completely inspired by many people! I really hope you guys enjoy this one cause I think this is going to be an amazing read!! If you wish to be added to the tag list be sure to let me know in the comments or my ask box! Also sorry for this but Iโm tagging everyone on my tag list for the first chapter just to get more opinions about this! Thank you so much! XOXO
Part 2
Not understanding why you did it, but you always ended up at the bar. Feeling the liquid burn down your throat making you hiss. The bartender laughed shaking his head every time you motioned for another drink.
Looking around the room there were all kinds of people here. Feeling your body slouching in the chair, but nobody seemed to pay attention to you. It almost seemed as if they were doing everything they could to avoid you.
Being used to that feeling of loneliness it didn't faze you not having anybody. Ever since your family was killed you were numb to every feeling you could ever have.
Coming home to finding your parents and older brothers bloody bodies on the living room floor. Wondering how they were so easily killed even when they were heavily guarded. Nobody knew who killed them, and the entire case was dropped.
Ever since they were killed people didn't look at you, and they certainly didn't want anything to do with you. It puzzled you why wondering who your family really was. There was something more to them, and you certainly weren't interested in finding out.
Your mother never told you what your father did, and always kept it hush. All you can really remember is random men always coming over wearing suits and serious faces. His office was a forbidden room, and never allowed anyone in there.
All you know is your father made a lot of money and was a very powerful man. People in a sense feared your father but you didn't realize any of this until after he was killed. Questions running through your mind all the time that would go unanswered.
"Want something else?" The bartenders voice intruded your thoughts. "Maybe the tab."
"Yeah yeah I get it." Grumbling as you shuffled through your purse pulling out your card handing it to him. "What's so great about this place anyway."
"Do you not know who owns the bar?" He seemed surprised by your question as he stood there his eyes wide.
"No." You strung out the word shaking your head your full attention on him. โShould I?โ
"The Frontiers own this place." He spoke the words hushed afraid they would hear him, and appear from the darkness. "The ruthless mobsters that run this city."
"They own this bar?" Saying more to yourself then the bartender who chuckled at your shocked response.
"Yeah they own this bar." Watching as he swiped your card through the machine. "Along with every other bar in this city. Or at least Ironhead is the one who owns them.โ
โYouโve got to be fucking kidding me.โ Slapping a hand on your forehead in disbelief as you sighed loudly.
โI wish I was hon but yeah this is their bar.โ Pressing his lips together with raised eyebrows a sympathetic look on his face.
"I had no idea." Your voice quiet as you started to look around hoping they didn't sneak there way in here.
"Sweetheart the minute you walk out into the streets." He started to say as you looked up into his eyes. "They own you already."
Gulping so loudly you felt everyone could hear it. If it wasn't for the liquor you had in your system you would have ran out of this place so fast you would leave a trail of smoke.
You've never seen them before but you certainly have heard of them. Knowing what they did to people who betrayed them, or simply even pissed them off. They could kill anyone and nobody could touch them.
All you really knew about them was there names. Santiago, Francisco, William and Ben Miller who were brothers. You also knew they had nicknames like Fish, Ironhead, Pope and Benny. Will was the leader of the group and was the most ruthless out of all of them. Frankie was his second in command, along with Santiago and Benny.
"Here you go." Soon as he handed you back your card you shoved it into your purse hopping off the chair stumbling a bit on your feet. "Have a good night."
"Thanks." Mumbling with a stoic look still being polite to which he responded with a small smile and a nod.
Looking around for the exit you just started to walk letting your legs take over hoping you would just find your way out of here. Stumbling down the hall seeing a red neon sign above a door that read exit.
Not planning to get this intoxicated when you unknowingly entered the Frontiers bar. At least they didn't know up here and start causing violence like they were known to do. Just wanting to get home and pass out on top of your bed.
As you pushed the door open a cold breeze gushed around your body. Tugging your jacket tighter to your now shivering body as you looked around. Turning to start heading back to your apartment.
The streets were empty and it was eerily quiet. Not even a car was driving by which was making you a little nervous. The alcohol flowing through your system was making you a little more paranoid then usual.
Moving your legs as quickly as you could just wanting to get home so you could sleep this feeling off. Your heels clacking against the pavement it sounding louder than it usually would.
"Where the fucks our money?" A dark voice shouted from the inside of an alley making your feet stop in there tracks.
"Don't make us ask you again." It was a different voice but sounded just as dark.
Unaware that your feet were slowing moving towards the potentially dangerous sounds. Clutching your purse tightly to your chest as you peeled around the corner of the alley. Your eyes locked on three men standing around another man. His hands tied behind his back and his head slumped forward.
If it wasn't for those stupid drinks your ass would have been home already. Instead your curiosity got the better of you and you had to see for yourself what was going on.
All you could make out was their faces. The man holding the gun had tan skin with dark hair and a matching mustache, and the man to the right of him had blonde hair with a matching scruffy beard, and the man to the left had darkish hair with thin scuff around his lower face.
It shocked you how good looking these men really were especially the one holding the gun. Whoever these mysterious handsome men were they certainly had something dark and dangerous about them.
What intrigued you the most was the one with the blonde hair who had sparkling blue eyes that shined beneath the moon light, and gave him an even more menacing look. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought of getting a look up close.
"I'm losing my fucking patience with you Dave." The blonde haired man spoke shaking his head back and forth slowly. He looked and sounded like he was the leader of this group.
"You've got five seconds before I'll blow your head off." The man holding the gun spoke an accent behind his voice.
"I'm telling you I don't have the money Ironhead." The man pleaded as he cried silently begging for his life. "Please don't kill me."
That must be his nickname as the blonde haired man stepped forward crossing his arms across his chest. Kicking something in front of him trying hard not to lose his patience. The man holding the gun kept looking over at him waiting for some time of signal to be given to him.
Gripping the brick of a building you were crouching behind unable to walk away from this scene. It felt like you were watching a movie, and you couldn't take your eyes off it. Your eyes going back and forth between all of them wondering what was going to happen next.
โThen tell us where the fucking money is.โ The man screamed louder this time making you jump.
โItโs gone.โ He whispered loud enough for them to hear bowing his head down in fear. โHeโs got your money.โ
"Wrong answer."
Before the man could say anything else a boom rang through the alley, and rand through your ears. Covering your mouth quickly as soon as your felt a scream bubbling in your throat. Watching as the man's body dropped to the floor a pool of blood surrounding his body.
Stepping back from the horrific scene keeping your hand over your mouth just wanting to get out of there. Feeling a tear running down your cheek realizing you had just witnessed a murder. Never have you ever seen someone get shot point black out in the open.
Before you could make it very far your body backed up into another body. Standing there frozen as you heard a light chuckle and a breath near your ear. Wishing you would have just kept walking or could find the urge to run away from this scene.
"Looks like we have a curious little kitten." His hands gripped your waist pushing you forwards towards the other three men. "Should have just walked away sweetheart."
All eyes focused on you as they watched you being pushed towards them looking terrified. The one with the dark hair putting his gun away his eyes looking your body up and down. The man behind you gripped the backs of your arms when he felt you start to move.
It felt like a light was shining down on your figure as you felt all there gazes on you. Just wanting the ground to swallow you whole so you could get out of here. Maybe you should have just stayed in the bar a little longer, and this could have been avoided.
"Who do we have here?" The one with the mustache spoke up hands on his hips as he looked at you with a smirk. "Pretty little thing."
"This little one was watching the whole thing." Your head shoved down in shame and embarrassment knowing you got caught red handed.
"See the whole thing?" You didn't realize you were being asked a question until you felt someone lightly shove you making you look up at the man who was called Ironhead.
"Yes." Squeaking out feeling your mouth becoming very dry.
There was complete silence as you felt his gaze burning a hole in your face. Not realizing how attractive all these men really were until you were standing so close to them. Feeling your cheeks heat up for the thought of even drooling over these killers.
The man holding you stepped next to Ironhead both of them whispering back and forth. He had longer hair than the rest of them, and had an incredibly youthful look about him. They looked like they could be brothers or something.
"Kill her." Was all he said as he turned away cold as ice your eyes wide in fear not thinking tonight was the night of your death.
"What?" The one holding you before stepped closer to you almost in a defensive stance. "Come on Will we don't have to kill her."
"She's a fucking witness Benny." He glared at his partner his voice filled with authority. โThe last thing we need is a squeaky wheel.โ
"I don't think this one will talk." The man with the darkish hair and sprinkle of gray mixed in looked deeply into your eyes making you turn away.
Benny stepped around you standing directly behind you feeling his body hovering over you protectively. Keeping your eyes focused on other things acting like they werenโt talking about you like you werenโt there.
"You don't know that Pope." He argued back with him.
"I agree with Benny and Pope man." The one with dark brown hair spoke up this time.
"Shut the fuck up Fish." Ironhead snarled feeling conflicted right now as he watched your trembling body in his brothers hands. "All of you shut the fuck up."
These nicknames they were using sounding incredibly familiar. Repeating the names in your head over and over again trying to think of where you had heard them before. It seemed like you were just talking about men who had names like that.
"What's your name?" He asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"Y/F/N Y/L/N." Hearing an intake of breath behind you as soon as they heard your last name.
It really confused you as to why they had the reaction they did when you said your name. Maybe they knew who your father was, and would ultimately decide to let you go, or they could tell you more about him than anyone else has. That was a fat chance though and most likely they were enemies.
It suddenly hit you as to who was all standing around you. It was the Frontier men, and you felt your entire body turn into ice. Feeling those drinks starting come back up your throat threatening to spill out of your mouth and onto the concrete.
Feeling like it was just too big of a coincidence drinking unknowingly in there bar, witnessing a murder, and now here you were in there hands. This was definitely not your night.
Having witnessed these ruthless mobsters killing a man in the alley. Feeling even more stupid smacking yourself in the face wishing you would have just walked away. Now here you were facing what felt like a trial on whether you got to live or die.
The three men were standing close together as they quietly spoke with one another. Going back and forth with each other trying to decide what to do with you. All kinds of questions running through your mind right now trying to figure a way out of this.
What was probably just a few minutes felt like hours. Staring down at your feet as the continued to talk. Not paying attention to the fact that Benny was soothingly rubbing your arms up and down.
"She comes with us." Ironhead finally spoke as he scratched his beard sighing loudly coming to this conclusion. "Keep her quiet."
"Please don't." You begged shaking your head hoping they would just let you go, but you had a gut feeling they weren't going to. "Please I promise I won't say a word."
"We can't risk that doll." Fish said with a calm sympathetic tone in his voice giving you a small smile to which you didn't return.
"Please don't kill me." Hearing your voice quiver as tears were flowing down your cheeks now.
"Did you not hear me?" Ironhead cocked his head at you as he stepped closer to you. "We're letting you live."
"Please just let me go." Pushing not letting it go hoping they would become annoyed and decide to just let you safely back home. "Please don't do this to me."
"Take her to the car Benny." Was all he said before he turned around to the other men. "We'll be right behind you."
Ironhead leaned to Benny whispering something in his ear before he looked to you. Benny nodded his head before he turned back to you with no emotion on his face.
"Come on darling let's go." His hand tugged you to face the other way as he led you into the car. "This is for the best."
You couldn't believe that any of this was happening to you right now. The last thing you ever thought was being kidnapped by a bunch of cold hearted ruthless mobsters. Thinking that maybe your family being murdered was already enough.
"I just want to go home." Speaking out loud without realizing it as you shuffled into the car.
"Maybe you should have walked away and minded your own business." He warned you with a look on his face saying not to push him.
Looking away as he wrapped something around your wrists tightly so you couldnโt escape. The fabric burning your skin as you moved your hands wincing at the minor pain. You could tell the man felt bad, but he clearly wasnโt going to help you.
"Maybe I should have." Grumbling as you looked out the car window watching the other men wrap the body up carrying it to the car.
This was like something out of a movie, and you were waiting any minute for the director to yell cut or something. Or pinch yourself hard enough and youโd wake up from this horrific dream.
"There not putting the body in here are they?" Looking over at Benny sitting at the drivers seat bored.
"Yeah of course." He shook his head with a light chuckle before he turned around to face you. "Can't have somebody finding it."
โOr maybe you just shouldnโt have killed the guy.โ Spitting out before you could stop yourself but it seemed to amuse him.
โWell shit you sure got bite.โ He bellowed out in disbelief at how you were talking to him considering everything. โWeโll get along just fine you and I.โ
Your heart was starting to race rapidly as you sat frozen in your seat. Palms were sweating horribly as you felt the bile rising in your throat again. Your chest was heaving up and down as you slowly felt yourself start to panic.
Not moving a muscle as the three men stuffed the bloody body into the trunk of the car. Slamming it shut making your jump terror coursing through your body at the thought of being in a car with four killers.
Ironhead got into the passenger seat, and Fish and Pope got on either side of you. The tension was thick in the car, and you were starting to become overheated and overwhelmed. You can throw out not getting into cars with strangers out the window.
โWhat are you guys going to do with me?โ Timidly asking once they all got settled in the car. There was silence for a couple of seconds which was making you even more nervous.
โThat all depends on you.โ A stern voice responded from the front making your eyes diverge to him.
โBehave and youโll be okay.โ Pope answered reassuringly to you, but nothing about his words felt reassuring at all.
One wrong move or wrong answer, and you could possibly end up like the man wrapped in tarp in the trunk. These were ruthless men who would kill anyone including you. For some reason though thankfully they decided to keep you alive. Well at least for the time being probably.
"Sorry about this sweetheart." Fish said with a pathetic smile before you felt something prick your neck before you could let out a scream.
Quickly realizing that it was a needle that went into your skin. Your vision was getting blurry, and you felt like the car was spinning. Trying to keep your eyes open fighting whatever drug he injected you with.
Feeling your body going limp as you slumped in your seat rolling your head to the side against Popes shoulder. Benny looked in the rear view mirror feeling sorry that this was happening to you.
"Go Benny." Ironhead growled not bothering to check if you were okay.
The last thing you remember was the sound of a roaring engine before darkness completely took over your body.
Summary: Years after breaking up, you bump into Benny Miller again one evening at a bar. He was one man you could confidently say you had loved once but youโd both agreed you were better off as friends. When he introduces you to Frankie Morales, you instantly feel connected to the man but unbeknownst to youโฆ You get thrown into a love triangle. The two men crazy about you. Only thing isโฆ you have no idea.
(This is something thats been cooking in my brain a lil while! Canโt wait to share it with you all! โฅ๏ธ)
This made me realise how much I detest writing text messages in fiction.
Pairing: Benny Miller x Neutral Reader
Words: 600
Genre: fluff
Warnings: swearing?
Summary: Benny wakes you up at the crack of dawn with something important to say. You're not happy about getting out of bed so early in the morning.
Mini series masterlist.
U awake?
Itโs 6.
In the MORNING.
You just woke me up.
Why?
Meet me?
At the green???
Shitty fucking send button
Kinda assumed.
Couldnโt it wait until you wake up?
Nope
Fine.
But if I freeze my ass off.
I blame you.
Perfectly fine with that, swhart
Swhurrt
Seewheart
U know what I mean
***
Three more texts come through between you leaving the house and crossing the road to the little green field in the middle of the cluster of houses. The sun was already showing through the trees lining the path, giving just enough light to see a figure slumped on the worn wooden bench.
You were just glad it wasnโt raining this time, โWhat was so important you had to drag me out of bed at the crack of dawn?โ
Benny was jumping out his seat before you even had the thought to sit down. Usually, he was only this skittish if he had lost a really bad fight, was hyped on coffee, or had some very horrible news.
โIโm in love with you.โ
Heโฆ
Sorryโฆ
What?
Well...at least it wasn't coffee related.
You must have stared at him for a good couple of minutes, mouth open, the overused comeback about him being some obsessed lonely puppy getting stuck in the back of your throat.
He fucking what?
โIโm sorry.โ Your mind worked on its own, pushing the words out while the rest of you remained frozen, โYou dragged me out of bed for this?โ
And the whole time Benny had stood in front of you, quiet for the first time in the god knows how many years you had known him, and it was a bit unnerving actually.
โDid you hear what I said?โ
โYeah, you said you love me.โ The words felt foreign even coming from your own mouth, 'And you only just realised this?'
โYeah.โ He scratched the back of his neck in the way he only did when he was nervous, so, barely ever, โThat fight tonight wasโฆrough. He got some punches and it made me realize that Iโฆloveโฆyou.โ
It took a lot of energy not to jump his ass about the fact he had been punched, multiple times at the sounds of it, and from the looks of it, in the face, and yet he thought this was the important detail to tell you.
So. much. energy.
โAnd this couldnโt have waited until you woke up this afternoon?โ You waited for a response, but all he did was blink a few times, so you continued, โI have classes at eight. I have classes to teach this afternoon.โ
โItโs alright if you donโt love me back,โ Benny jumped in, โYou can tell me now and weโll act like this didnโt happen.โ
Oh, good Lord, he was such a fool. Such a blind, blind fool.
โOh no, I love you back, but tell me 6 in the morning? Iโve barely slept because I was waiting for you to text me after the fight.โ
โYou do?โ The smile he wore could only be akin to that of a child finding a puppy under the Christmas tree, โYou did?โ
A blind adorable fool.
โIโm going back to bed.โ You called out, heading back down the path. Your hands had started to do that tingly thing from the cold and you already missed the warmth of your covers. And you had expected Benny to follow you, but when you didnโt hear any steps behind you, you turned back to see him still in the same place, โYou want to join me?โ
Never have you seen him say yes so quick in his life, and you had to force down a laugh at how he stumbled over his feet to catch up with you like some love-sick fool.
summary: reader has recently moved to Florida; the sunshine state. After packing up her whole life and moving across the country away from everyone sheโs ever known and loved, sheโs lonely. Unbearably so. Until her coworker Will Miller enters her life and changes it for the better. Now, after his friends become hers and his brother becomes her best friend, sheโs faced with the inevitable: catching feelings for her best friend and the human embodiment of sunshine, benny miller.
****each chapter has individual warnings, but this is an 18+ blog, so minors skidaddle!<3
Summary: Sentenced to a life underground after a nuclear attack, what was said to be a quick and painless process somehow ended up taking 200 years. Waking up alone with everyone else still frozen, a search for help and answers turns upside down when four mysterious men come into the picture.
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader/OFC (no name or physical descriptions. Established backstory)
Rating: 18+
Warnings: nuclear war (this fic will not discuss or mention sides/who was involved), post-apocalypse, violence & blood, radiation (animals/creatures), guns, family issues/strained relationships, little bit of forbidden love, enemies to lovers, angst, eventual smut. Individual warnings on each chapter.
Series is loosely based on Fallout 4 but does not follow the story or contain ending spoilers. Prior knowledge of the series is not needed.
The links on the previous masterlist werenโt updating, so here is a new and improved Masterlist with the completed rewrites.
Commitment Issues [16k words]
When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Bennyโs response isnโt quite what you were expecting.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Four And A Half
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
heard the audio and i saw this so clearly i HAD TO DO THIS,, did it in like 2 days i was going fucking insane fr ๐ญ๐ the tiktok of it blew the fuck up too so,, yeah sorry this is late LOL
Iโm trying to find this great graphic I saw ages ago about types of fanfic, where, say, the source text would be a continuous line, and an augmenting fanfic would be a line that takes off at at angle, or an AU would be a line separate from the canon lineโdoes this ring a bell with anyone?
After every fight Benny goes to the same diner, either with the boys or alone. The man just always craves food.
You are a waitress there mostly working night shifts due to whatever reasons. You can't help but always feel intrigued by this man who always come with new bruises.
You finally ask, one night, and this little habit of him of coming there becomes more as the more time passes, the more he doesn't only crave food anymore but your presence.
Just imagine this as a multichapter serie or a veeeery long one shot, mostly taking place at the diner because it's a reaaaally slow burn
Please someone write this I'm lazy
Pedro Pascal is Hotโข @fangirl-316 - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
