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this has been our house for decades. you newbies don’t come into our house and tell us how to arrange our furniture. either be nice and respect our house, or leave and build your own house elsewhere.
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the police will laugh at your face
they will investigate fanfiction, and while they waste their time investigating fanfiction and victimless “crimes”, real children are being hurt elsewhere, and you are taking the police’s time and resources away from these real children. so instead of doing something to actually help save real children, police are too busy trying to protect fictional ones that exist only in fantasies
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you don’t have to like it. you can find it extremely disgusting. but whether or not you like it, your personal discomfort is not law. for the record, anything that involves (fictional) children in sexual situations makes me super uncomfortable. so I just… don’t seek out fics that I know will make me uncomfortable. it is in fact that easy.
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Triple Frontier - They React To Their Ex Having A Child
Anonymous asked: I have a request for the Triple Frontier boys, where they find out that they have a child with their ex (the reader ofc) and how they would react to it.
This reaction includes Santiago Garcia x Reader, Will Miller x Reader, Ben x Reader, and Frankie Morales x Reader
Some angst, each reaction ends with fluff
Santiago Garcia
- When you broke up with Santiago you had no idea you were pregnant. As soon as you saw the positive pregnancy test a few weeks after the break up, your first thought was him. You tortured yourself over telling him or not. While the only reason why you wanted to tell him was because of all these indescribable feelings like love and wanting, but you knew the exact reason why you were terrified to tell him; he might only stick around because he felt like he had to.
- In the end, whatever the reason, you didn’t tell him. Which you thought was a good choice till you unexpectedly ran into him. You were waiting for the bus when a familiar car pulled up on the curb. An even more familiar smiling face leaned out the window to greet you.
- “Need a ride?”
- Before you could answer, his eyes finally spotted the stroller beside you. For a moment, you hoped maybe he wouldn’t be able to do the math necessary to put two and two together but as his jaw dropped you realized how impractical that hope was. His eyes flicked back and forth between you and the stroller, his mouth slightly agape in shock. Finally you couldn't stand it and decided to be the one to break the silence despite not knowing at all what to say in the moment. You cringed at yourself when you heard yourself say “The bus will be here in a bit”.
- That wasn’t exactly true, and if you weren’t terrified of putting some undeserved pressure on him you would have actually taken him up on the offer. Santiago seemed to read your mind, something he had always had a knack for, and got out of his car.
- “Come on, it’s no big deal.”
- You let him help you fold up the stroller and buckle the carrier into the back seat. You pretended not to notice as his gaze lingered on the peacefully sleeping bundled up baby as he did. As you two took off in the direction of your old place, you had to speak up and tell him you had to move.
- He asked why, and when you told him you had to downsize he nodded in understanding, but didn’t say much more about it. There were much more pressing matters at hand for Santiago. He was driving for a few minutes in an awkward silence before speaking up and saying, “So… I think we have something to talk about.”
- You had no idea where to start, but luckily for you he could once again sense how you were feeling without you needing to verbalize it.
- "I guess I should ask if it’s mine.”
- You gave him a “really?” look as he chuckled and said, “Just checking.”
- It seemed like all you needed was the license to really talk though, because in that short car ride you let every thought and feeling spill out. How he was obviously the father, but that terrified you more than anything. Not because you wou;]dve thought, for instance, that he would be a bad dad, but because you were terrified he would feel obligated to stick around. Like he would be stuck in some way. The constant oscillation between if telling him was the right or absolutely wrong thing to do. How you still didn't want him to feel any kind of pressure. Every. Thought.
- He took a moment to speak once you were finished, and for every single one of those silent seconds you were holding your breath. When he spoke up he didn’t really mention anything you brought up, instead he simply told you he wanted to spend time with his kid.
- Once the two of you made it to your home he helped you carry everything up to your place. It only took one look around your apartment for him to realize you needed to downsize. It was after that one look that he decided to offer back up a room at the place you two shared. You told him no, insisting you didn’t want him to feel like was on the hook for anything.
- He took your answer in the moment, but every time he came by to visit his child or take them and you to doctors appointments he was offering to help you find a better place, help out with groceries, give you rides to wherever, and whatever else you needed.
- You would always turn him down. No matter how helpful it would have been, your guilt kept you from accepting anything. One day Santiago finally had enough. He spoke his mind after your one millionth rejection of his help.
- “I want to help you! I don’t feel like I have to, or that you want me to, I want to. Because I want to help my child and the mother of my child.”
- After that, you would finally let him start to help out on occasion. That was how it went for a while. But there was always a tension between the two of you. Or maybe a few different types of tension. Whether or not you wanted to admit it, you had feelings for him. And although he couldn’t find the right words to tell you, he definitely still had feelings for you.
- But there was a different kind of tension as well. A much more anxious tension. Despite you both having had your moment where you finally opened up to the other, you could both tell there was still something hidden. That there was still something that needed to be said.
- You knew that you weren’t imagining the tension when one day with the baby asleep in the backseat on the way back from the doctors, Santiago told you he needed to talk. You both had been back in each other's lives for long enough that at this point you didn’t need to hold your breath every time you spoke to one another. The nerves that had washed over you when you first had seen him at the bus stop were long gone. But suddenly, with that one phrase, it was like you were back there. Nerves and all.
- “I just… I need to talk about what you told me that night. The reasons why you didn’t tell me about our kid. It just… it feels like you didn’t trust me, you know? Like, you couldn't tell me because you weren’t sure if I would be honest with you.”
- The nerves were replaced with guilt when you heard what he had to say. You couldn’t believe he’d been carrying that inside himself for so long. You had no doubt why he hadn’t spoken up till then. He didn’t want to hurt you. He had always been so careful around you. That’s why you were terrified to tell him you were pregnant so many months ago. But now you realized you weren’t protecting him, you were hurting him.
- As you admitted to him there wasn’t a single person in the world you trusted more than him, you could see his tense demeanour melt. As often as you thought how kind he was with you, and how he seemed to always know how to make you feel better or more comfortable, you had no idea you did the very same thing for him.
- At least, you didn’t know until he reached one hand off the wheel to hold your own. Finally, those months of tension had finally melted away. What was left was a quiet comfortability as you two held onto the other with your child sleeping just feet away from you.
- That was how to describe your little family that formed over the next days, weeks, and months. Quit, comfortable, and never too far from one another.
Will Miller
- When Will broke up with you he had no idea you were pregnant. As he ended things you almost wanted to say something, but you resisted. You didn’t know how to break the news without making him feel like you were only saying it to keep him on the hook. So instead you left with a massive secret weighing on your soul.
- That weight lessened as time passed. Taking care of a child was time consuming business, and on top of that you had loved them more than anyone else on the planet. Raising a child was somehow the most rewarding and exhausting thing you had ever done. But you were more than happy to do it.
- And you found that as years passed, you were more and more reassured that you were right not to tell Will. Not when you had a perfectly happy life without him. You would often internally insist you absolutely did not need him.
- You would double down on that insistence when you saw him at the movie theater. He was just a few people ahead of you and your child. You turned on your heels, planning to leave before he could see you. But your child quickly started to protest as you tried to step out of line, insisting that you promised you would see the new kids’ movie.
- As Will heard your kid yelling out he turned to look at the minor competition and was shocked to see it was you holding the child’s hand. He let a few people cut in front of him in line as he worked his way back towards you. He always hated how things had ended between the two of you, and even though he thought it may be a bad idea he couldn’t stop himself from heading over to you the moment he saw you.
- “I don’t mind getting your guys’ tickets.”
- As soon as you heard the voice you knew it belonged to Will and you had been spotted. You looked over to him, trying not to look embarrassed or sheepish as if you had been caught. Once again you were reminding yourself you had always been better off without him. It was like a mantra going round in round in your head as your broken heart faltered in resolve when you looked into his eyes and gentle smile.
- “Please, mom! Can we stay? We’ll get free tickets!”
- Will felt himself freeze when he heard the child call you mom. He had assumed you two were family. After all, the two of you looked incredibly similar, but he had assumed you were their aunt or maybe an older cousin. He couldn't believe you were a mother.
- But as he kicked himself for not noticing just how similar you looked to the other he started to see something else in the details of the child’s face. There was a similarity to another familiar face. His own. As you saw him putting two and two together, you decided you;d better speak up. You tried your best to reach out an olive branch without actually saying those words out loud. You didn't want to rehash anything in front of your kid.
- “Hey! Guess what buddy, this is actually an old friend of mine. Do you want to see the movie with us?”
- It was a simple question but your face was begging him not to say too much in the moment. Will thankfully got the message. But you didn’t expect him to actually accept the offer.
- At every joke, thrilling beat, and terrifying moment Will was glancing over to look at his child. He couldn't help it. Every laugh, cheer, or gasp was unendingly enduring. He may not have known his child existed until a few hours ago, but that didn't matter. He swore he would be in his child’s life, no matter what.
- That’s exactly what he was telling you, quietly, as you sent your kid to pick out some candy for the ride home as a special treat. You remembered the hurt he caused you when he had needed things for seemingly no reason. You knew that wasn’t a good enough reason to keep him away from his son, but deep down you were worried that one way or another he’d end up hurting you again. Or worse, breaking your child’s heart in some way.
- But despite your worries you agreed to let him take his kid for visits on the weekend. You soon realized you were worried about nothing when it came to Will and your kid. He basically spoiled them rotten. They were always coming back home with new toys or stories about the amazing things they did all weekend. You always smiled and asked them about their weekend when they sang Will’s praises, no matter how much you were still nursing your own wound. Even though he was your ex, he was still your kid’s father.
- One weekend when Will invited you to come along you were more than a little shocked. “You want me to come with you?” That was the question that had left your mouth before you even had a chance to realize what you were asking. All he said was “of course”. When you turned his offer down, you were surprised to feel a twinge of guilt when you noticed him deflate a little.
- At the end of that weekend when he dropped off your child, he stayed standing in the doorway. He shuffled from one foot to another before he finally got up the courage to ask you to talk. You made sure your kid was playing with another new toy in his room before you agreed to let Will share whatever was bothering him. You internally wondered what he could possibly be upset about, considering the history between the two of you.
- “Look, I know.” That was all he said before fixing you with a look that you had no idea what it meant.
- “What?”
- “I know, but I don’t care any more. We have a kid together. So we should make this work. And really I want to make this work. Because I care about you… alot. Actually I lo-”
- “Wait, what do you mean ‘I know’?” That was the question you finally had to interrupt him with before he got any further. You had no idea what he was talking about. After a deep breath he finally put it all into words. He knew you had been cheating on him. There was only one problem with that; you definitely had never cheated on Will.
- You told him as much, and for a moment it was him who was looking lost. He shook his head in disagreement, citing how distant and odd you had been acting for weeks before he decided to end things. Will said he knew you too well, that you had definitely been keeping something from him.
- “Yeah, I was hiding something from you, you said, and waved around to the house with toys scattered about the floor. Will’s eyes doubled in size as he realized that the secret had never been you cheating. He lunged forward to wrap your hands in his as his heart sunk over the news. You continued on, “I wanted to tell you- I was going to tell you, but then you ended things and. Well. It would’ve felt manipulative to te-”
- This time it was him cutting you off. But not because he was confused. For the first time he had all the answers and it was breaking his heart. The only reason he cut you off was because he couldn't stand letting you feel like you had to explain anything to him. Not when this was his fault.
- When he asked you for one more shot you couldn't help but answer him with a long embrace. No matter for how long and how often you told yourself you didn’t need Will, the truth was you had never gotten over him. And as it turned out he had never gotten over you.
- So slowly the two of you built back the trust you both once had while building up your little family. Pretty soon Will was staying for the weekend, then staying past the weekend, then just staying. And you often would internally tell yourself you didn't need Will, but you were so happy to have him.
Ben Miller
- You don’t know how your tiny little child heard of MMA. You tried everything you could to get them interested in absolutely anything else, but there was no rerouting their obsession into anything else. They were dead-set on being the biggest MMA fan.
- Everyone just assumed you wanted your kid to find a different interest because of how rough the sport was, and you were more than happy to let everyone think that. It was easier than explaining your ex, who was actually the father of your child, was actually a professional MMA fighter.
- But your child was just as stubborn as you were, and when their birthday rolled around they only asked for one thing: to go see an MMA fight. You felt like everyone had to be judging your parenting skills when you showed up at an MMA night with a kid, but you had hoped against hope maybe giving in might mean they might actually move on from their obsession. But as the night went on, and the last fight of the night came, you began to question your own choices. You had a sinking feeling as you heard your ex’s name announced over the sound system.
- You tried to calm yourself down, reasoning he wouldn't be able to spot you in the raucous crowd. The only thing that distracted you from all your anxious thoughts was your child cheering loudly for Ben. Somehow, without even knowing a thing, they had immediately become a fast fan as they turned to tell you how good Ben was. You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled at them with a nod.
- All your hoping and reasoning was for nought, though. When Ben won the fight, and he was grinning back at the cheering crowd, his eyes almost immediately locked on yours. He felt his heart skip a beat. Even after years he was still hung up on you. As soon as he was out of the octagon he was heading through the locker room doors and looking for you amongst the crowd.
- You knew he had spotted you, and once the crowd started to filter out you tried your best to get out of there as fast as you could before he saw who was with you. But you weren’t fast enough, and you ran into him at the doors. He met your eyes with a smile, but before he could say even a word your child was excitedly introducing themselves and telling him everything on their long list of favorite moments of the night.
- Ben didn’t clock the heaviness of the situation at first, instead he listened and talked with them with a smile. He was making your child’s day while yours, ironically, seemed to quickly becoming the worst day of your life.
- He glanced at you in between your child’s excited rapid fire questions, and his eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he saw your worried expression. But when the child referred to you as mom, he thought he had finally puzzled the situation together. He tried not to show it, but his heart broke at the idea of you moving on with someone and starting a family.
- “Oh, is this your…”
- He started to bring you into the conversation, but his sentence trailed off as he started to actually take in how old this kid in front of him was and all the similarities between the two of them. Ben looked back to you, mouth slightly agape, as the lightbulb went off.
- Luckily, your child was so excited they did not not notice the shift between the two of you as they happily filled the silence with more chatting. Ben tried his best to not ask you the millions of questions bouncing around his head, and instead turned his attention back on your kid.
- Ben’s heart broke for a second time that night as he looked into the face of his kid who he didn’t know the first thing about. That’s why he offered to bring your kid around his gym, telling them they could see where he trains and try out the boxing mitts or the punching bag.
- Your kid was practically pulling you straight to the ground as they pulled on your hand, begging you to let them go. You looked between the two people in front of you, and you knew it wouldn’t be fair to say no. This was your kid’s dream, and as far as Ben went… it wasn’t like you could tell him not to get to know his own child.
- After a few weeks of dropping by to take your kid to the gym, then to park, and anywhere else they asked him to take them Ben was around quite a bit. Which is why when he told you he needed to talk, you weren’t exactly surprised. He was clearly planning on sticking around, and he had every right to know why he wasn’t given that chance to start out with.
- You admitted to him the only reason why you hadn’t told him was because you were terrified he would feel a pressure to stick around. You knew his mma career was important to him, and on top of that sometimes that meant he had to travel. But worst of all, you just didn’t want you or your child to be the reason why he had to slow down on or stop something he loved doing. Which is why you never told him, and why you decided it was best to leave him.
- His response was one you never expected. Not only did he forgive you with an immediacy you didn’t see coming, but then he admitted something he had been feeling since you left him years ago.
- He still loved you. And he wanted you and your two children to be in his life, promising it would never feel like the two of you were holding him back.
- Which is how the three of you started to figure out what it meant to be in this new family. Of course, you quickly realized how ridiculous all your worries had been. Not only did Ben love to take you two along with him when he had to travel, but it was your kid’s dream come true. And you were quickly realizing having Ben in your kid’s life, and yours, was your own dream come true.
Frankie Morales
- The reason why you left Frankie was because you had gotten pregnant. He was a sweet guy, and at first glance he seemed very level headed. But as you dated him you realized how much of a loose cannon he could be. Somehow he was always getting into trouble whether it was himself to blame or one of his wild friends. He was not cut out to be a father, and you told yourself he probably would never even want to be a dad in the first place.
- You undeniably loved your child more than anything on earth, but what else was undeniable was the fact they had definitely inherited their dad’s wild side. Despite having never met him. They definitely kept you on your toes, which was why it was no surprise when they ended up with a broken arm at the e.r.
- What was a surprise was seeing Frankie there. When he saw you he would give you a sheepish look, thinking about how unperturbed you’d be that he was currently waiting for one of his friends (that you definitely thought was a bad influence) in the e.r. What would surprise him was how your expression seemed to mirror his as you looked back at him abashedly.
- However when he saw the kid holding your hand, and after some quick math, he realized exactly why you looked so worried/embarrassed. He would think about coming up to you and pointing out that he had eyes and wasn’t an idiot, but instead when he saw you stressing out over a dead phone he decided to offer some help instead of confronting you.
- When he realized you were going to use your phone to distract your kid from the pain, and after a quick check in with you as he shot you “this okay with you?” look, he sat down next to his kid and started to watch some of their favorite youtube videos.
- You couldn’t believe that in the e.r. with your kid who has a broken arm and your ex who you kept a massive secret from you were actually having a moment of relief, but you were. Somehow Frankie seemed to obtain the magical ability you had never figured out, and he was actually able to calm your kid down. This living, breathing tornado was more than happy to just sit and talk with him.
- That’s why you were willing to agree to let Frankie come around and hang out with his kid. You normally would’ve argued with him, telling him his wild streak is way too impressive to voluntarily let him around your child, but after that moment in the e.r. you couldn't help but wonder if something in Frankie had changed over the years. It also helped that the two of them would be meeting up at your place, under your watchful eye where neither of them could manage to convince the other to do anything too crazy.
- When it turned out the hospital wasn’t actually a fluke, that he actually was able to entertain your wild child without getting the other arm broken, he was over all the time. You would have never guessed in a million years that your ex would’ve been your respite, but he undeniably was.
- As you watched the two of them grow closer and closer you realized maybe it wasn’t so surprising. As irresponsible as he could seem, he had always been the sweetest person you knew. And you knew that your child, who had definitely inherited that trademark chaotic energy from their dad, had also gotten the naturally kind personality their father had too.
- Which is why when he was asking you for one more chance you said yes. You always knew he was sweet, there was no doubt about that. But when he started to bring you back into his wild life and fun nights, you realized you not only didn’t mind it, you loved it.
- Now that you had him to help with your child, and you actually had some semblance of a calm life, the excitement Frankie had always brought along with him was actually something you welcomed. It sort of reminded you of when the two of you were younger and running around wild and free together.
- That’s how the three of you became a family. As soon as Frankie entered you and your child’s life he brought along balance, knowing exactly how to bring fun chaos and comforting peace. It didn't take long for you to begin to wonder how you ever did anything without him.
Soldier Boy (Ben Miller x reader) triple frontier one shot
Background info: Reader knows how to draw, and they draw what will eventually become Benny's soldier tattoo that is seen in the movie.
Trope: Friends to Lovers
Warnings: Mentions of Delta Force, Kissing and mild language
Side Note: This is my first time writing again in YEARS, please be kind as I am VERY rusty 😪
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June 4th, 2000
I look over at my window, and I am shocked to see Benny. The idiot is trying to come in through the window. I shake my head and laugh, of course he'd get stuck outside.
I get up from my desk and open the window, Ben gives me a goofy grin as he stumbles in. We'd known each other since we were kids, only because our parents were friends and we were neighbors
"You know you could've just come in through the door, like a normal person, right?"
Ben is still snorting by the time I say that, that damn boyish. "Yeah, but it's more fun this way sweetheart-" He says before he hops on my bed.
Playfully rolling my eyes, I go over and shut the window. However, my mood suddenly shifts as it comes back to me that Ben enlisted in the Delta Force with Will, and that he'd be leaving a few weeks after we graduate.
Looking back at him, I ask, "So..you're still leaving..to be a solider....Are you sure that this is what you want?"
Ben looks back up at me, trying to avoid the unsure look that I know damn well I'm giving him. "Yeah. Positive...You're not upset, are you?"
I shake my head, although I'm scared shitless for him, I know that he's strong, hard headed and stubborn, and he'll fit just right in with the other people in the Delta Force that are serving the country. "No. Of course not–It's just that...It's so...intense...Are you sure that you're ready for all that?"
He huffs at my reasoning. "Come on, sweetheart. I'm strong. I know what I'm getting myself into. Besides, I'll be like–G.I. Joe! YEAH, that's it!''
I laughed at loud at his comparison. God, Ben could be so unserious sometimes. "You're not a PLASTIC toy, Benny!"
"So? And you're no..what's a famous–drawer-r's name that I can compare you to?" Ben responded, raising his eyebrow.
"..Da Vinci?"
"Yeah! You're no Da Vinci!"
I roll my eyes, and walk over to my desk, picking up one of my recent drawings of a rose. Now it wasn't worth a billion dollars, but for me it was a pretty nice rose that no one could argue against. After all, who can deny that a drawing is good, especially when it has detail and perfect shading? Exactly, no one.
Ben's eyes widened, clearly shocked, maybe more impressed. His beautiful blue eyes tinting with admiration for my rose. "Damn..I guess I did underestimate you, sweetheart. These are...something else."
"..You like it?"
He nods, "How can I not?" Then, he looks back up at me with this undeniable glint in his eyes, "'Mind makin' something for me, you know, so I can keep it when I'm away?"
I soften at his words, his question making me and my art feel appreciated and seen. "Sure..just let me take a couple of days just to make it special for you...anyways, that will be $20, plus tax and tip."
"What?!"
"Kidding."
"Jerk."
I stick my tongue out at him "You love it."
A few days later: A couple of minutes before Ben has to get dropped off to the airport
"Soo...You still haven't given me my keepsake." Ben started, teasing me.
I punch his shoulder and roll my eyes. "I have it...I'm just not too sure if it's good enough-"
"Bullshit. You just don't wanna give me shit, I'm sure it's amazing." Ben replies, jokingly.
I cave, unable to resist his charm. "Ughhh. Fine. It's in my folder."
I walk over to the folder on my desk. I have almost all of my drawings in there, or hung up on the wall. I take the specific one that I drew for him out of the folder and look at it for a second, admiring what I made for Ben. It's a soldier. The shading came out better than what I had expected, but that no longer mattered. It felt perfect for Benny, after all, I knew he was going to do just great in the Delta Force.
I walked back over to him and handed the drawing to him, waiting for him to say something dumb and goofy. But, all I get is a blank pause for a second.
"..You hate it–"
"–No. I could never hate your drawings. Not for a second." He stood up and set the drawing down, before wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder. "It fucking sucks that I'm leaving you."
I smile and hug him back, "You're not leaving me. You never will. Especially not as long as you have that damn drawing with you."
He smiled sadly at that. "Yeah..Yeah..you're right."
I can sense that he's a bit heavyhearted by the thought of leaving home for this new chapter of his life. Then again, I am too. But this isn't about me. It's about how he's brave enough to join the Delta Force.
I pull away from him, "Hey..Look at me." My hand reaches up to his cheek to make sure that he cannot look away from my gaze. "..Just trust me..you'll be fine. You're going to come back home, as this brave soldier, who had enough strength and courage to go down such a risky path. And nothing will change that."
He smiles at my words, "I'm just going to miss you, sweetheart."
Smiling, I huff a bit at the thought of Ben going away. "I'm going to miss you too, Soldier boy."
17 years later, 2017
Coming back to visit my parents this summer wasn't one of my plans. But, it felt nice being back in Red Feather Lakes. It was home-y.
As I pulled up to my parents old house,memories ran through my mind. Ones from middle school, high school, and the ones with Benny. I wondered if he'd still been deployed, or if he was still even in the Delta Force. I hadn't spoken to him in a while.
Suddenly, as I step out of my car, I see those familiar blue eyes, and floppy light brown-blondish hair. It's Ben. The only difference now is that he wears a backwards cap and he's more buff than the last time I saw him.
He looks up just as I am about to open my mouth to call out to him. Before I know it, he makes his way towards me and hugs me before I can even react. Ben picks me up and spins me around once, we both laugh.
"Ben!" I say, happily as he puts me back down on the ground. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart." He responds, with a grin on his face.
We spent the next 20 minutes catching up on our lives these past years. Ben had become an MMA fighter once he left the Delta Force.
"So, sweetheart." He started, that nickname still giving me butterflies "You still doodling shit on that notepad of yours?"
I laughed at his way of poking fun at my art. "Yes..I mean, regularly, yeah."
Benny raised his eyebrow, as if not believing what I was saying. "What do you mean?"
"...I mean that I don't do it all the time now.." He looked a bit surprised, but the look in his eyes gave me the signal to continue explaining. "..I have work..life..friends..family...life."
We stopped at this old lake where we used to play at as kids, the setting being extremely nostalgic. Suddenly, I felt myself getting pushed into the water. I looked up, Ben was laughing. He then jumped in next to me and we both started laughing like crazy. It was just like old times.
I then looked at his shoulder, and noticed what seemed like a tattoo. Before I could even let Ben speak, I lifted his sleeve up. And I immediately recognized it as the soldier drawing I had done for him all of those years ago.
"Ben..I-Is that my-?"
"..Yeah..I.." He said, looking away, a bit embarrassed. "..I got it once I left the Delta Force...Had been missin' you..your drawing was there, so I figured why the hell not." Ben finally faced me, his eyes giving away something that I hadn't noticed was there quite before.
"..Benny...Oh..Benny, that's really sweet."
"..You know I love you right..?"
Something in me was surprised, really surprised. My face immediately went to confusion "What do you mean? Of course I know you do-"
"-Not like that...I mean..more as just a friend. I'm in love with you."
I let myself sink down underwater, Ben went down with me. And I saw him clearly for the first time, he meant it. Of course he did. How could I have been so blind? Just as he was about to head back up to the surface, I pulled him by his shirt's collar so that he could stay down with me for a bit.
And as I brought him back down, I kissed him. He kissed me back as soon as I touched his lips.
We went back up to the surface and got out of the lake. I sat down first, then he followed. I looked at him, loving him with everything in me.
Soldier Boy (Ben Miller x reader) triple frontier one shot
Background info: Reader knows how to draw, and they draw what will eventually become Benny's soldier tattoo that is seen in the movie.
Trope: Friends to Lovers
Warnings: Mentions of Delta Force, Kissing and mild language
Side Note: This is my first time writing again in YEARS, please be kind as I am VERY rusty 😪
✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧
June 4th, 2000
I look over at my window, and I am shocked to see Benny. The idiot is trying to come in through the window. I shake my head and laugh, of course he'd get stuck outside.
I get up from my desk and open the window, Ben gives me a goofy grin as he stumbles in. We'd known each other since we were kids, only because our parents were friends and we were neighbors
"You know you could've just come in through the door, like a normal person, right?"
Ben is still snorting by the time I say that, that damn boyish. "Yeah, but it's more fun this way sweetheart-" He says before he hops on my bed.
Playfully rolling my eyes, I go over and shut the window. However, my mood suddenly shifts as it comes back to me that Ben enlisted in the Delta Force with Will, and that he'd be leaving a few weeks after we graduate.
Looking back at him, I ask, "So..you're still leaving..to be a solider....Are you sure that this is what you want?"
Ben looks back up at me, trying to avoid the unsure look that I know damn well I'm giving him. "Yeah. Positive...You're not upset, are you?"
I shake my head, although I'm scared shitless for him, I know that he's strong, hard headed and stubborn, and he'll fit just right in with the other people in the Delta Force that are serving the country. "No. Of course not–It's just that...It's so...intense...Are you sure that you're ready for all that?"
He huffs at my reasoning. "Come on, sweetheart. I'm strong. I know what I'm getting myself into. Besides, I'll be like–G.I. Joe! YEAH, that's it!''
I laughed at loud at his comparison. God, Ben could be so unserious sometimes. "You're not a PLASTIC toy, Benny!"
"So? And you're no..what's a famous–drawer-r's name that I can compare you to?" Ben responded, raising his eyebrow.
"..Da Vinci?"
"Yeah! You're no Da Vinci!"
I roll my eyes, and walk over to my desk, picking up one of my recent drawings of a rose. Now it wasn't worth a billion dollars, but for me it was a pretty nice rose that no one could argue against. After all, who can deny that a drawing is good, especially when it has detail and perfect shading? Exactly, no one.
Ben's eyes widened, clearly shocked, maybe more impressed. His beautiful blue eyes tinting with admiration for my rose. "Damn..I guess I did underestimate you, sweetheart. These are...something else."
"..You like it?"
He nods, "How can I not?" Then, he looks back up at me with this undeniable glint in his eyes, "'Mind makin' something for me, you know, so I can keep it when I'm away?"
I soften at his words, his question making me and my art feel appreciated and seen. "Sure..just let me take a couple of days just to make it special for you...anyways, that will be $20, plus tax and tip."
"What?!"
"Kidding."
"Jerk."
I stick my tongue out at him "You love it."
A few days later: A couple of minutes before Ben has to get dropped off to the airport
"Soo...You still haven't given me my keepsake." Ben started, teasing me.
I punch his shoulder and roll my eyes. "I have it...I'm just not too sure if it's good enough-"
"Bullshit. You just don't wanna give me shit, I'm sure it's amazing." Ben replies, jokingly.
I cave, unable to resist his charm. "Ughhh. Fine. It's in my folder."
I walk over to the folder on my desk. I have almost all of my drawings in there, or hung up on the wall. I take the specific one that I drew for him out of the folder and look at it for a second, admiring what I made for Ben. It's a soldier. The shading came out better than what I had expected, but that no longer mattered. It felt perfect for Benny, after all, I knew he was going to do just great in the Delta Force.
I walked back over to him and handed the drawing to him, waiting for him to say something dumb and goofy. But, all I get is a blank pause for a second.
"..You hate it–"
"–No. I could never hate your drawings. Not for a second." He stood up and set the drawing down, before wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder. "It fucking sucks that I'm leaving you."
I smile and hug him back, "You're not leaving me. You never will. Especially not as long as you have that damn drawing with you."
He smiled sadly at that. "Yeah..Yeah..you're right."
I can sense that he's a bit heavyhearted by the thought of leaving home for this new chapter of his life. Then again, I am too. But this isn't about me. It's about how he's brave enough to join the Delta Force.
I pull away from him, "Hey..Look at me." My hand reaches up to his cheek to make sure that he cannot look away from my gaze. "..Just trust me..you'll be fine. You're going to come back home, as this brave soldier, who had enough strength and courage to go down such a risky path. And nothing will change that."
He smiles at my words, "I'm just going to miss you, sweetheart."
Smiling, I huff a bit at the thought of Ben going away. "I'm going to miss you too, Soldier boy."
17 years later, 2017
Coming back to visit my parents this summer wasn't one of my plans. But, it felt nice being back in Red Feather Lakes. It was home-y.
As I pulled up to my parents old house,memories ran through my mind. Ones from middle school, high school, and the ones with Benny. I wondered if he'd still been deployed, or if he was still even in the Delta Force. I hadn't spoken to him in a while.
Suddenly, as I step out of my car, I see those familiar blue eyes, and floppy light brown-blondish hair. It's Ben. The only difference now is that he wears a backwards cap and he's more buff than the last time I saw him.
He looks up just as I am about to open my mouth to call out to him. Before I know it, he makes his way towards me and hugs me before I can even react. Ben picks me up and spins me around once, we both laugh.
"Ben!" I say, happily as he puts me back down on the ground. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart." He responds, with a grin on his face.
We spent the next 20 minutes catching up on our lives these past years. Ben had become an MMA fighter once he left the Delta Force.
"So, sweetheart." He started, that nickname still giving me butterflies "You still doodling shit on that notepad of yours?"
I laughed at his way of poking fun at my art. "Yes..I mean, regularly, yeah."
Benny raised his eyebrow, as if not believing what I was saying. "What do you mean?"
"...I mean that I don't do it all the time now.." He looked a bit surprised, but the look in his eyes gave me the signal to continue explaining. "..I have work..life..friends..family...life."
We stopped at this old lake where we used to play at as kids, the setting being extremely nostalgic. Suddenly, I felt myself getting pushed into the water. I looked up, Ben was laughing. He then jumped in next to me and we both started laughing like crazy. It was just like old times.
I then looked at his shoulder, and noticed what seemed like a tattoo. Before I could even let Ben speak, I lifted his sleeve up. And I immediately recognized it as the soldier drawing I had done for him all of those years ago.
"Ben..I-Is that my-?"
"..Yeah..I.." He said, looking away, a bit embarrassed. "..I got it once I left the Delta Force...Had been missin' you..your drawing was there, so I figured why the hell not." Ben finally faced me, his eyes giving away something that I hadn't noticed was there quite before.
"..Benny...Oh..Benny, that's really sweet."
"..You know I love you right..?"
Something in me was surprised, really surprised. My face immediately went to confusion "What do you mean? Of course I know you do-"
"-Not like that...I mean..more as just a friend. I'm in love with you."
I let myself sink down underwater, Ben went down with me. And I saw him clearly for the first time, he meant it. Of course he did. How could I have been so blind? Just as he was about to head back up to the surface, I pulled him by his shirt's collar so that he could stay down with me for a bit.
And as I brought him back down, I kissed him. He kissed me back as soon as I touched his lips.
We went back up to the surface and got out of the lake. I sat down first, then he followed. I looked at him, loving him with everything in me.
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Frankie Morales x Benny Miller | wc ~1.3k | explicit, mdni | ao3
summary: a movie night gets steamy, Stallone means making out, basically no plot
warnings: mlm, homophobes might feel a slight tingle in their panties, established relationship, dry humping, finger sucking, cumshot, oral, petnames (baby, pretty boy), a dash of dirty talk and praise, Spanish (guapo=handsome, mírame=look at me)
a/n: my follower milestone drabble for @qunariagenda, thank you so much for asking for some FishBen!! I chose the movie nights prompt (but the guys are pretty good with their hands, so I'm giving myself a half point for that). I hope you like it! and special thanks, as always, to @guiltyasdave for the beta and hype 💛
songspiration: boys like you - tanerélle (i LOVE her, check her out)
With Benny it has always been about his hands and fingers. Plucking the strings of his guitar, at night when they were deployed in some sandy hole or wet ditch. Punching some opponent straight in the face during a fight. Holding a gun. Pulling a trigger. Fighting for his life with his hands trying to crush a windpipe of someone who's been declared as their enemy. Cutting up herbs and meat for a legendary BBQ. Pulling women onto the dancefloor and feeling them up with a boyish grin that lets him get away with almost anything. Pulling Frankie in for a kiss, fingers splayed on his nape.
Like right now.
Both of them haven’t paid much attention to the movie they wanted to watch. Something with Sylvester Stallone, which always means making out. Because they know all of Stallone’s movies, like the back of their–
“–hand,” Benny mutters, not even completely breaking away from the kiss. “Give me your hand.”
Something about this big guy and his low voice make Frankie cave, always. Especially when Benny sounds so sweet, needy, already sucking Frankie’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it. Like he can’t get enough. Maybe he really can’t get enough.
Frankie holds out his hand, the one he reluctantly pulled away from Benny’s hair, and a dazed smile spreads on his face when Benny rubs his cheek into his palm.
The smile turns into a bitten lip when Benny starts guiding their intertwined hands down, along his neck and the rumpled tshirt, slow, so damn slow over his stomach, flexing his muscles because he knows it makes Frankie twitch in his shorts, and then down the front his sweats.
Rubbing. Pressing, making Frankie’s fingers wrap around the thick outline of his hard cock.
“You feel this? Feel how hard I am for you?”
Benny tightens his grip around himself and Frankie's hand, tentatively palming himself, groaning when he gets back on top of Frankie. Slotting so perfectly between the thighs of the older man and trapping his hand between their bodies, between their straining cocks.
“Say it, Morales,” Benny murmurs, his voice honeyed and scraping before he gently nips on Frankie’s earlobe.
“Dios, I feel it.”
He gasps, the air knocked out of his lungs when Benny cages him in between his arms and starts grinding against him, against his hand, against his own hard-on. Frankie can’t move his hand, all he can do is feel how Benny rolls his hips back and forth, pushing the whole length of his clothed cock over Frankie’s palm and further until he feels Frankie’s finger curl over his balls.
Benny grunts with his face hidden in the crook of the other man's neck, then pulls his hips back and slowly pushes forward again. The same pace Frankie likes to set to feel Benny writhe and plead. Faster, oh god, baby, please, just a lil’ faster. He never goes faster. Nice and slow ‘till the end.
Frankie knows that there will be no faster for him tonight. It’s just this. Torturously slow. High friction. Back. And forth. Back again. Until one of them starts cussing and begging.
He gives in. Pinned down under Benny’s body he surrenders. Next time it will be his turn again.
“Guapo,” Frankie moans softly, answering Benny’s movements with his own, canting to feel more. “So pretty for me.”
Benny chuckles, breathlessly, burrowing his flushing cheeks deeper into Frankie’s shoulder. Perhaps there’s a stutter in the ebb and flood, his back and forth.
Back and forth.
“Mírame.” An order, a loving one. Frankie’s free hand tugs on Benny’s hair until their eyes meet. Blue framed with strawberry blonde, flecks of gold littered over his skin, all over his body; Frankie knows this, familiar with every freckle his love has.
“Pretty boy,” he says, tongue and lids heavy, weighted down by the heat and longing between them.
Benny’s hips stutter again, every praise making him lose his rhythm. Flustered that Frankie can still make him blush like he makes the girls blush.
“Stop it,” he mutters but soon is silenced by Frankie thumbing his bottom lip. Hips snap forward, eyes widen, Frankie’s thumb pushes between Benny’s lips.
The muffled moan resembles the one that fills their four walls whenever Benny is nestled between Frankie’s legs to make them both forget about their day. Lips puckered, tongue lapping, hollowed cheeks. The same praise.
“So good for me. Just like that, baby…”
Frankie sets the pace now, pushing his finger deeper into Benny’s hot mouth and pulling back out. Benny’s movements mirror Frankie's, the back and forth, faster now because he can’t tell his needs apart. His mouth is needy, his cock is, too. Both messy, both leaking.
Frankie knows the look on Benny’s face, he’s gone, chasing release, grinding himself against the heel of Frankie’s palm, moaning around his finger, drunk on the man beneath him.
“Gonna come for me?” Frankie purrs, just as close but not ready yet. “Gonna let me feel how desperate you are, hm?”
Benny whines, spit sticking to his beard when Frankie replaces his thumb with his index and middle finger instead. Nodding his head and ignoring the tingle in the back of his throat when he sucks the fingers deeper into his mouth.
“Already making a mess for me…” Frankie tuts, relishing in Benny’s rutting growing sloppy. It’s not even back and forth anymore, just desperately canting into Frankie’s hand, now that he found the exact spot that will send him over the edge.
“That's it. That's my pretty boy. Show me, I wanna see you.”
He hooks his thumb behind the waistband of Benny’s sweats and with the next movement they are getting tugged down enough for him to understand. Frankie’s fingers slip from his mouth when Benny sits back on his heels, pushing his sweats and boxers down just enough.
It doesn't take much for Benny. Just a few hasty and hard strokes and the sight of Frankie licking his lips and pulling his shirt up to bare his stomach, and he is spilling all over his fist and Frankie’s exposed skin.
His whole body jerks when he pulls his hand away, a shaky laugh escaping him when he hears Frankie mutter a gorgeous.
“You always get me with those damn praises,” Benny huffs softly and unceremoniously pulls down the other man’s shorts.
Frankie's cock springs free, leaking, sensitive from the grinding and humping, his balls, heavy and full, already tight and tucked high. With that boyish smirk of his, Benny slots between Frankie’s thighs again.
The flat of his tongue moves up, from Frankie’s balls over his cock and through the sticky happy trail, relishing the moans and the hand in his hair and the taste of his cum mixing with Frankie’s. Benny grins, like a cat that got cream, and licks up his own spent before he finally, fucking finally, wraps his lips around Frankie’s sensitive tip.
The fingers in his hair tighten when Benny starts bobbing his head and hollows his cheeks again. And before Frankie can start uttering out his praise, Benny reaches up and offers his still sticky fingers to him.
Two, then three fingers get sucked into Frankie’s mouth with a low moan. Hips snapping in the same rhythm as the fingers get pushed between his lips. A steady back and forth.
It has always been about Benny's hands and fingers. Plucking on Frankie’s heartstrings or the drawstrings of his shorts, curling around his cock, carding through his hair at night.
Or holding hands while he makes Frankie come in his mouth. Cupping the man’s jaw with licked clean fingers. Caressing his cheek when he pushes himself up so they can share a kiss and their flavors.
“That was nice,” Benny whispers, sucking the last bit of salty taste from Frankie’s lips.
“Yeah, it was.” Frankie smirks, wiping the corner of Benny’s mouth with his fingertip. “Should we start the movie over?”
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You've heard of high school and college class reunions. Now get ready for military class reunions!
Ben received word through a digital invite (e-vite) and begged you to go with him.
You never said no, just that you were hesitant.
You see, you're the total opposite of your best friend.
He's fearless, outgoing, and the physical embodiment of the sun— in the sense that he lights up every room he enters. People smile and laugh more around him.
You're cautious, reserved, and are a creature of the night; much like the moon. You have a certain charm that exudes organized chaos.
“Pleaseee.” He reminded you of a stubborn child, not that he isn't one. “You know I'd never ask you if it was meaningless.”
That right there is what made you rethink your previous position.
It's true, Ben had never asked you to do anything that he deemed wasn't worth your time.
You've been friends for a long time, almost twelve years! This is the least you can do.
“Fine.” You murmured, picking at a loose thread on your sweater.
His smile is something worth framing. He laughed boisterously and picked you up in his arms, whirling you around.
You giggled nonetheless at his rambunctious behavior.
And now you're here, standing in a flowy sundress with the hem stopping just an inch above your knees.
Your hair is styled just the way you like it, your makeup enhancing your confidence to show your face in a room full of people you'd otherwise be intimidated by.
Otherwise because he'll be there every step of the way, looking at out for you without leaving your side.
Ben stares at you, his blue eyes soft on your form.“Y’look pretty.” His gruff voice gently sounds.
He wants you to know what he thinks. He wants you to know because you are.
“Thank you.” You say as you avoid eye contact.
You're diffident when it comes to compliments. You bashfully smile and look down as you accept them but it's something about his compliments that create an extra layer of timidness.
You think it's because of his tenacity towards you. He won't move on until you accept it.
He’s been good looking his whole life. Yet it’s something about Benny and an all-black fit that enhances his look.
“You, um… you look good.” You try. Handsome.
He chuckles, nodding to himself while his ears burn. “Thanks.”
Something catches the light from his wrist, your gaze flickers towards it and are pleasantly surprised to see him wearing the watch you got him when he came back from a mission a couple of years ago.
“You like it?” You'd asked, excited to see his reaction to getting the watch he'd been eyeing for quite some time.
Ben just stared at you in awe. Like you'd gotten him the moon and stars.
He hugged you tight, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple and whispering an ‘I love it’ into the side of your head.
His actions left you dazed for a week.
“I thought you would've lost that watch.” You poke at his tendency to lose expensive things in the most baffling ways.
He just shrugs. “You gave it to me.”
Ben admits that like it’s the only reason he hasn’t lost it yet.
Gifts from you hold meaning beyond materialistic value to him. It’s proof that he’s seen and heard.
You’re touched and he’s rendered you speechless once again.
“Come on, don’t wanna be late.”
The reunion’s at a nice restaurant with a great bar. You frequent this place often with Ben.
“See, this isn’t so bad.” He says as he pulls up to a parking spot.
Ben puts one hand behind the headrest of your seat and turns back to reverse park.
He’s a natural with one hand doing the steering, but it also makes him look even more attractive.
You fiddle with your rings in your lap and try not to think about how good he looks, how nice he smells.
Having a crush is so annoying.
What you don’t know is that despite having a camera built in for the very reason of not having to look back, he doesn’t use it around you.
Ben always makes sure to pull this move because he clocks your reaction the entire time.
Is he being kind of a jerk? Yes. Can he be blamed for wanting to show off for you? Nope!
You two walk in and are immediately hit with the lively atmosphere. Conversation, country music and the steady stream of laughter blend together well.
Ben’s hand finds yours and you feel your heart stuttering in your chest. His palm slides on top of yours effortlessly, interlocking fingers. A squeeze of I’m here.
He leads the way with ease, already spotting his people.
They hug him and pat his back with pride and affection, offering to buy drinks and putting it on their tab without hearing what he has to say about it.
“Guys, this is Y/n.”
Three pairs of eyes rest on you and you feel your hands getting clammy already.
“Hi.” You say with a small wave.
They all smile at your sweet introduction.
“Y/n, this is Santiago.” Ben points towards a man with a light stubble, dark hair with faint strokes of gray, and equally dark eyes.
“Nice to meet you.” Santiago says as he reaches out to shake your hand.
“Nice to meet you, too.” You smile kindly.
An older man with a full beard stands up, extending his hand and welcome. “Tom Davis.” He says as you shake his hand.
“Y/n L/n.”
“And this is Frankie.”
You follow who's next in line and are met with a nice pair of eyes, ones that contain a steady calmness.
“Hello.”
“Hi.” He says back warmly.
“And that's it. This is my crew.”
You tilt your head slightly in confusion. “What about Willy?”
Santiago accidentally snorts, his drink comes down the wrong pipe and causes him to erupt into a small fit of coughs. Frankie hits his back hard with one loud smack, and soothes it by running his palm over it.
“Willy?” Tom parrots, so clearly amused at the choice of name.
“Yeah. It's my nickname for him.” You explain shyly.
You don't pick up on the fact that Tom and Santiago think it's funny but that's alright.
If looks can kill, Ben would've been a serial killer a long time ago.
“Willy's coming later.” Ben answers swiftly.
You nod to yourself, feeling a bit awkward. “I'm gonna go get a drink.”
Ben looks at you. Want me to come with?
You communicate with him through your own eyes. No, I'll be okay. Promise.
He nods once, only letting you out of his eyes when he sees you sit down on a stool.
“Holy shit, you're whipped!” Santiago laughs in disbelief.
Ben rolls his eyes, his defense ready on the tip of his tongue against the very true allegation.
“What, I can't care for my friend now?” He retorts with a quirked eyebrow.
Tom enters the discussion. “No, no. You absolutely can. It's just that she seems to be a special kind of friend,” He brings his beer up to his lips before pausing. “If you know what I mean.” He winks slyly and fuels Santiago’s rumbling laughter.
Frankie shakes his head at the duo's ridulousness.“Alright, alright. She can be a girl who's just a friend.”
“Thank you.” Ben exasperatedly puts his hands out towards the mellower man.
“But even I have to bite. How long you know her for?”
Fuck.
Every bit of gratitude Ben had for Frankie went out the window. He knows once he opens this can of worms, there's no putting them back.
Ben exhales deeply. “Just about half our lives.”
Santiago almost flips the table. “WHAT?!”
“There's no fucking way.” Tom deadpans.
Frankie rolls his eyes and sighs. “Why'd I even ask.”
“Guys, guys, wait. Hear me out—”
“Are you fucking shitting me right now?” Tom's voice booms over his plea.
“I mean seriously, Benny, this is,” Santiago scoffs incredulously. “A low blow.”
He's honestly impressed with how long he’s kept you a secret from them yet a little disheartened.
Frankie doesn't say anything, wanting to hear Ben's explanation. He knows his friend and understands that maybe there's a good reason.
“Just let him talk.” William's voice echoes through their ears.
“Oh great, Willy's come to the rescue.” Tom jokes.
“You just get here?” Ben asks, surprised to his older brother so early on into the night.
“I've been here. You didn't get my message?”
The younger Miller fishes his phone out of his pocket and finds his message sent to him a little over an hour ago.
“Saw Y/n and talked with her for a little bit.” William looks back at you, smiling when he sees you looking at him.
You both wave to each other and he thinks about how endearing you are. You’re the little sister he’s always wanted.
Will prods as he grabs a drink. “So, you were saying?”
Ben sits down, already feeling a headache coming on.
“Y/n isn't like us. She’s shy, quiet, likes her alone time.” He takes a sip of his beer as his mind runs back years worth of friendship. “Our friendship is something that took a lot of time and effort.”
He turns around to spot you and turns back around when he sees you're doing fine.
Although, you’re anything but.
The guy next to you won’t stop rambling on about how much money he makes and how his job is so demanding.
A narcissist in the making You humor yourself.
It’s when you pay your tab and move to go back does he shut the fuck up.
“Wait, I didn’t even get to buy you a drink.” He sleazily smiles.
You keep it pushing. “No, thank you. I’ve had enough for one night.”
The double entendre flies over his head as expected but he’s relentless.
“Oh come on, it’s just one drink. It won’t hurt.”
You take a moment to see how Ben’s doing and when you see him talking, you don’t want to dampen the mood.
But you also don’t want to be in the presence of this buffoon.
“Fine. One drink.” You draw the line clearly.
“Atta girl.”
Your skin crawls at the repulsive taste his comment leaves in your mouth.
You miss the way he made eye contact with the bartender and what it means.
A shirley temple is placed on a napkin in front of you and you take a sip from the short, narrow straw.
Tastes okay.
As you sip from the drink, his yammering begins.
You don't have it in you to roll your eyes anymore.
Now that you think about it, you don't feel like doing anything.
Oh my god You realize. They just fucking roofied me.
You make an effort to get up, instantly regretting it as your knees feel weak. You anchor yourself on the counter, noticing the stranger's attempt at trying to reach out to you to touch your unbalanced self.
You need to get away from here. Right-the-fuck-now.
“Ben.” You weakly call out.
Your ears feel muffled, like someone dunked your head underwater and led the liquid right into your ear canals.
Your voice comes out raspy and soft, despite your trying efforts.
Cotton mouth. Great.
At least your brain isn't too fuzzy.
You sense the stranger coming closer to you, saying shit you don't care to hear in an attempt to touch you and take you somewhere secluded.
You muster up all your strength to call out to your best friend but it's of no use as it's loud in your head.
But you feel him. His careful hands are on your waist, easing you back down on the stool.
You look up, eyes suddenly becoming bleary and almost sober up when you see the events unfolding in front of you in real time.
Ben is out for blood.
He punches the sick fuck in the mouth, blood pooling in already.
Santiago, Tom, Frankie, and Will are on the scene as well. They have his back when it comes to you.
The sounds of glass breaking, people screaming, and the music abruptly coming to a stop serves as an entirely different atmosphere.
You stand up, wanting to distance yourself from the rowdiness.
You make it outside and away from any trouble when you hear him this time.
“Y/n?”
You can't trust your judgement. Is this real or an effect of a possibly psychedelic drug serving as a date-rape roofie?
“Y/n, can you hear me?”
Ben's frantic, he wants to touch you but is anxious he'll scare you away.
You force your eyes open, blinking hard and shaking yourself awake. Your vision clears up just a bit, allowing you to see him.
You breathe in sharply. “Benny?”
“Yeah, it's me. It's me, it's just me.”
He’s redundant in hopes of you letting him take care of you.
Ben inches closer, his hands hesitantly come up and grab your shoulders. Only bringing you flush against him when you relax.
He sighs as your face lays on his chest, he can't help kissing your forehead.
“It's okay, you're okay. You're alright.” He's mostly saying it to himself but it helps ground you.
“Take me home. Please.” You whimper.
Ben's heart squeezes in anger, he curses at himself. How could he let this happen?
“I will, I promise. Don't worry.”
You're losing control of your motor skills, your body falling onto him more and more subconsciously.
He notices though. He always does.
“Can you walk?” His panicked eyes rake over your form for the thousandth time, making sure he's not missing something.
You shake your head as the world spins, not feeling like answering him.
“That's alright, don’t worry. I gotcha.”
You feel his hands reposition themselves on your body; one on your back and the other under your knees.
“Wait-wait, don't! I-I'm too heavy.” You blurt out.
Ben stares at you like you just told him you can't be his friend anymore. His turquoise eyes are sad and unwilling to believe this is how you see yourself.
Even in your most vulnerable state, you manage to hurt yourself but your best friend tends the wounds.
“I can bench you plus another twenty pounds anytime, any day of the damn week. You understand?”
He's stern yet gentle, soft but with a no-nonsense attitude.
You don't shy away from his heated gaze. For the first time, you see yourself in his eyes and when you do; you finally understand him when he says you're beautiful.
“Y/n? You still with me?” His eyes dart back and forth between yours.
You nod nimbly and murmur, “Yeah… I am.”.
You prepare yourself for him to lift you, both arms around his neck to stable your disorientated self.
He lifts you so effortlessly, so carefully.
Ben looks straight ahead as he walks to his car but you’re too busy staring at him.
You analyze his face, one you’ve seen so many times yet can never get tired of.
You smell the aftershave and even though he shaved earlier, you spot the beginning of a stubble growing along the sides of his chin and cheek.
A faint trail of hair trickles down from his nose and expands above his upper lip, adding to his charm.
The curve of his nose is delicate, like he was crafted carefully from stone. A little scar is stamped on his cheekbone, you don’t know how you haven’t seen it before.
Maybe it’s from a recent mission or something.
“Stop staring, you’re gonna make me drop you.”
He turns to you momentarily with a smirk and you blink, a small grin gracing your lips.
Ben opens the door and sets you down, coming in close to put your seatbelt on you.
“I can do it.” You mumble.
“I know.” He says. “I just wanna do it for you.”
He kisses the spot above your left brow and you melt inside.
He has to stop kissing your face or you’ll fall in love with him.
Love, you think. Maybe I do love him.
As he drives you home, you recall this once-nervy evening now turned into a shit-show.
After everything that’s happened, not once did he show annoyance or aggravation towards you. Not once did he blame you for accepting the drink or tell you to do anything differently.
He can he tell you to do anything differently when it’s his fault.
He’s blaming himself and how he should’ve been more careful.
Ben’s not gonna let you out of his sight anymore.
You stare at him hazily as he drives, one hand on the steering and the other one holding your hand in comfort.
“Almost there, okay? Don’t fall asleep on me now.”
He wants you to despite his words. He wants you to sleep because rest is the one thing you deserve to have coming tonight.
“I won’t.” You whisper.
He lays you down on your bed and your eyelids flutter.
You’re fighting the urge to sleep because you’re debating if you should tell him or not.
There’s always tomorrow but you don’t know if you’ll feel this urgency again. You just don’t want it to be too late.
“Benny?” You softly call out to him.
He walks out of your bathroom with a damp rag, setting it on your forehead to reduce your body temperature.
“I’m here.” He murmurs, equally soft.
You gulp nervously. “I have to tell you something.”
He eyes his watch. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.”
You take a deep breath in and out. “I like you.”
You feel like a little schoolgirl confessing her crush.
He looks at you with the fondest his eyes have ever been for you, even though they’re always like that with you.
“Well, I’d hope so.”
He’s joking. He wants to know if you’re saying that because you’re teetering on the edge of delirium or if you really mean it.
“No, I like you. Like, like-like you.”
“Wow, that’s a lot of likes.” He chuckles and you show him a beautiful grin.
“You’re always so nice to me… and I wanna know if you feel the same.”
This is the scary part.
Ben puts his hand in yours and brings it up to his cheek.
“I’m nice to you because you’re easy to be nice to.”
Your heart soars when he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand.
“And I do like you. As in, like-like you.”
He loves the sound of your tittering. It makes his heart happy.
“Go to sleep now, we can talk tomorrow. Okay?”
You nod and he sits back in your chair, staying the night in there as you sleep.
at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you
at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.
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