Erikka, how about the fic title: Sucker Punch
Dani!! Hi!!! ☺️💙
Okay dude, here it is: this is with our man Frankie “Catfish” Morales. It takes place in a bar to start off. Frankie and the boys are all grabbing drinks at the local haunt, the one with the busted neon sign and the weathered pool table, green felt rubbed raw in the corners. It’s a typical Friday evening, and the night is in full swing— the empty beer bottles stacked around them like land mines evidence to the rollicking good time they’re having.
Pope’s told a joke, something crude and fucking spot on, and the whole crew is laughing when Benny spots you entering the bar, the old door griping on its hinges as it yawns open and shut.
“Halo!” he shouts, over the music playing loud, over the clatter of billiards balls smacking together— and Frankie watches as your focus latches on to them; he watches as you grin— a lopsided thing, eyes going bright— and make your way over to the group.
“Hiya boys,” you drawl, smirking and bold in the face of all these strangers— all these unknowns, save Benny. “You save me a drink?”
Francisco, fool that he is, should have known then that he was fucking done for.
You’re a marine, he learns. Served a tour, got shot, got discharged— Even got the medal to prove it, you said, before swilling back the shitty beer, lips pursed into a smug line as the bottle met the curve of your grin.
“Halo’s just bein’ modest,” Benny remarks. “You should see the fucking scar. Her shoulder’s torn to shit.” You raise your beer an inch, rolling your eyes at your friend. Cheers.
“So why do they call you Halo?” Frankie asks later. His voice is sore, hoarse— it feels like he hasn’t spoken in hours. Like he’s let it go weak and scratchy. Fuck, is he nervous?
You bring the amber glass to your lips again. It hides the smirk on your mouth, but he can still spy it in your eyes— how they flicker dark and alluring. How they suck him in.
Benny chimes in for you, a laugh elbowing the words out of the way. “Because on her first day out of basic, some prick thought it was a good idea to hit on her— fucking asshole.” He lets out another laugh, clapping the table with his large paw, shoulders shaking. With a twitch to Frankie’s brow and a hint of a smile, he looks between you two— curious. Benny continues, jocularly.
“And our girl here clocked him so hard he saw God.”
You nestle into Benny’s side and he slings a proud arm over you. Frankie’s gaze meets yours, holding it a second longer than he should. You don’t blink. You don’t look away.
He takes a chug from his beer, Adam’s apple bobbing.
Christ.
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