if you are
the class clown,
the court jester,
then, please,
hold my hand through this circus,
turn me into different shapes
like animal balloons
'cause i've been so serious
for far too long.
lead me through a carnival;
let's get fooled by everything,
let's lose at the rigged games,
let's feed on my fear
of the new and the unknown,
and let's eat cotton candy
as mascara drips down my cheeks
from happy tears.
i'll memorise
the shape of your smile
and its crooked teeth,
imperfect and happy,
and the sweet candy-apple-red colour
of the apples of your cheeks.
spin me like a carousel
until
the world is nothing but
a giant blur
and all my worries
burst into fireworks
and disappear.
end the night with me
at the zenith of a ferris wheel
and talk to me
about how your life story
is a comedy
despite its tragedies.
Don’t forget to gift your loved ones today 😍don’t forget me too tho🙈
Wearing just enough to leave a little to the imagination… but it didn't last long 😘 The girls were begging to be freed 🍒 plus I think this lingerie looks better on the floor....what do you think??
What do you think buddies date nights typically look like?
Oh, excellent question. (thank you for your patience, nonny. I had this in drafts and got distracted. mwah!😘) I feel like they have a range but also not super different from before they were dating. The biggest difference is now they can kiss and touch each other freely (something they take full advantage of).
They do picnics, go for hikes or trail runs, mini golf, movie nights, cooking classes. They can also be sappy as hell by going somewhere fancy, pulling out chairs, holding doors, showing up with a little bouquet of blue bonnets and baby’s breath or miniature sunflowers. Naturally, Eddie wears the extra special date night cologne he's never worn for anyone but Buck. (The second they began dating, he tossed any of the old ones still hanging around.)
I imagine for their first date they go to a fancy restaurant-candles, ambiance, all that. It’s nice and they’re enjoying themselves but it feels Off. They finally realize it's because it's not Them and decide to cut out after salad and the first glass of wine. Buck winds up driving them to their favorite food truck, the one by the fountain that gets all lit up at night, and has the arepas and rice they both love.
At the end of the night they're on Eddie's couch, beers in hand, grateful for the familiar but even more so that they finally took the next step. (There is a fic out there (I think- maybe it was only a post) where Buck and Eddie go home after their first date and text as best friends gushing about the date they were just on with this amazing guy. IDK if anyone knows what i'm talking about but the idea is cute as fuck and I think they would do that)
Anyway, even after a year together, Buck blushes and ducks his head, and Eddie can’t stop smiling like he’s won the lottery, because it doesn’t feel real sometimes. But it is because there’s his Buck- right in front of him 💞
Just a little story about how Frankie met his future wife. This is part of my Date Nights series/collection of Frankie x wife!Reader one-shots. You don’t have to read them in order, but this story is the beginning of their journey together.
Pairing: Francisco Morales x f!Reader* (*although this is part of my Frankie x wife!reader series, this story is written more from Frankie’s POV and written in third person.)
Rating: M (mostly just fluff, but my blog is 18+)
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: This one is pretty safe - talk of drinking, going to a club. May not exactly line up with TF timelines, but this is supposed to be just before Santi leaves for Colombia (and before their Colombia mission but after they have all retired from Delta Force). No age gap, no Y/N, subject of Frankie’s affections is described as female but no specific descriptions, no spice - just a little flirting.
A/N: I saw the photo of Pedro in the black & white shirt from the Triple Frontier press/article and instantly thought that is what he looked like when he first met his future wife from my Date Night series. I already had an idea in my mind about how they met - so I was inspired to officially write it down.
As with all things on this site, if my writing isn’t for you, that’s fine - just scroll on by. No need for negativity.
Thanks so much to @jennaispunk for taking a look at this before I posted! 💜 And thanks to @saradika for the divider images.
“Damn it, Benny!” Frankie quickly recoiled from where he had been standing, the front of his shirt now covered in whatever energy drink Benny had just spilled on him.
“Oh, shit! Sorry, Fish,” Benny scrambled as he set down the nearly-empty can and grabbed a towel from the counter. Will calmly handed Frankie the roll of paper towels, taking a few for himself as he started to help Benny wipe up the mess on the counter.
Frankie grumbled as he blotted his shirt with a handful of paper towels. Just moments earlier, he had warned Benny to be careful, knowing the younger man’s animated hand gestures and open drink were going to end in disaster.
“Shit,” Frankie threw his hands up in defeat, “I can’t go out like this.”
“Just go see if Pope has a hair dryer, you’ll be fine,” Benny said without looking up from helping Will clean the counter.
“Seriously?” Frankie held out his arms, showing his shirt was not only soaking wet but also stained bright red. He huffed as he turned to walk out of the kitchen just as Santiago walked in, stopping abruptly as he noticed Frankie’s shirt.
“Jesus, Fish, what the hell happened to you?”
“Not what. Who,” Frankie tilted his head back toward Benny who had moved to the fridge to grab another drink. “I’m sorry, Pope, but I need to head home to change. I’ll just meet you guys there.”
“By the time you get home and drive all the way back downtown, you’ll miss half of the set,” Santi frowned before he turned and motioned for Frankie to follow. “Come with me for a second.”
Frankie follows Santi down the hallway toward his bedroom, waiting in the doorway as Pope disappeared into his closet.
“Here,” Santi reappeared holding a shirt for Frankie to see before he moved to the en suite bathroom, hanging the shirt on the door. “Wash off in the bathroom and then change into this.”
“That shirt’s not really my style, Pope,” Frankie mumbled as he took a few steps into the room, making a face at the garment as Santi reappeared from the bathroom carrying a folded towel.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Santi teased, tossing the towel at Frankie as he passed. “Hurry up, we need to leave in ten minutes if we want to catch the opening act.”
Frankie stood there for a moment, looking at the shirt - a black long sleeve button-up covered with white drawings of palm trees and islands. It looked to be a little fitted for Frankie’s taste, but he didn’t want to disappoint his best friend by missing this evening, especially when he knew Santi was already a little bothered by the fact that Tom had declined the invitation without much of an excuse.
Santi had invited all the guys for a fun night out before he left for his new military advisor job in Colombia. They met up for pizza at his place before they would head downtown to see a hot new band performing at a popular club. A friend from work had given Santi several tickets to the sold-out event as part of a going away present, so the friends jumped at the chance for a night on the town.
He let out a defeated sigh, walking into the bathroom and throwing his hat on the counter before he peeled off his wet - and now sticky - shirt. He washed the sticky drink off his arms and chest before he pulled the shirt off the hanger and slipped it on.
He had to admit the fabric was soft, but as he suspected, it was more fitted than he usually wore, the sleeves were a little short, and the collar fell open more than he would have liked. He pulled down on the hem of the shirt a few times, trying to get comfortable with the fit before he started rolling up the sleeves.
“Whatever,” he mumbled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror and reached for his trusty baseball cap. He stopped just before he put it on, realizing how out of place it now looked with this shirt. He tucked his hat into his back pocket and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame his soft curls, but gave up after a moment when he felt like he was only making it worse.
As he made his way back to the group still gathered in the kitchen, Benny giving a wolf whistle as he noticed Frankie’s new look.
“Don’t start with me, Benny,” Frankie snapped as he walked past him with a glare.
“All right, let’s just get going before anyone else makes a mess,” Santi smacked Frankie on the shoulder and turned toward the door, “and that’s a damn nice shirt, Fish.”
Frankie just looked at him with a straight face before he followed his friend to the front door.
The club was already full of people when they arrived, the air buzzing with excitement as they all waited for the bands to take the stage.
Frankie followed the others, hands in his pockets and feeling a little self-conscious as he watched Pope look around for his friend who had given him the tickets.
“There they are,” Santi yelled over the noise of the crowd as he pointed to a booth across the club. The guys weaved through the crowd, Benny spotting a friend along the way as he stayed behind to talk.
Frankie was in no hurry to reach their destination, his tension rising slightly as he thought of having to make small talk with Santi’s other friends. Frankie didn’t usually mind taking with new people, but he just couldn’t get his mind off of how awkward he currently felt.
“Santi, I’d like you to meet some friends of mine…” Frankie heard a woman’s voice as he got closer to the booth, watching her make introductions around the table. A short divider between the booths kept part of the table hidden from his view, but when an arm reached out to shake Santi’s outstretched hand, he watched with interest as she stood from her seat and came into his view.
Frankie saw her face and he instantly forgot about his insecurities with the shirt and how mad he was at Benny. She gave a friendly smile to Santi before her eyes moved to Frankie and he swore someone had just removed all the air from his lungs when he saw her smile widen.
Frankie only glanced away at the sound of his name and Santi’s hand on his shoulder, quickly realizing he was being introduced to the table.
“Nice to meet you, Francisco,” Santi’s friend, Suzanne, greeted him with a smile as a few of her friends at the table waved hello.
“Yeah, you too,” Frankie replied before his eyes glanced back to the woman with the dazzling smile who was shifting slightly to make room for Santi and the others. Santi sat down next to his friend as he motioned for Will and Frankie to take a seat. Will turned back to the open room to try to flag down Benny, which meant Frankie was free to slide into the booth…right next to her.
“It’s nice to meet you, Francisco,” she leaned toward him slightly offering a handshake as she flashed that amazing smile again and introduced herself.
“It’s nice to meet you as well,” he said loud enough for her to hear, returning her smile and holding the handshake for a moment longer than he meant to, “and, uh, you can call me Frankie.”
“Ok,” she smiled again and Frankie swore his heart was about to burst. “So what do you do, Frankie?”
They talked for several minutes before the band started to play. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she sang along to several of the songs, her smile never fading as she nudged her shoulder against his trying to get him to join her. Between sets, she turned toward him and the conversation continued, making Frankie feel like they were the only two in the room.
When slow songs started to play, the area in front of the stage became less like a mosh pit and more like a true dance floor as couples swayed together to the music. Frankie watched Santi and Suzanne head toward the dance floor when he felt a soft touch on his arm.
“Would you like to dance, Frankie?”
He turned toward her, a shy smile crossing his face as he nodded.
“As long as you don’t laugh at my two left feet,” Frankie joked before he slid out of the booth and turned back to offer his hand to her.
“You’ve got nice shoes, so they don’t really show,” she said as she took his hand and stood next to him.
“What?” Frankie quirked an eyebrow at her as she smiled at him.
“Your two left feet,” she started to giggle, “They don’t show…”
“Ha!” Frankie laughed as he led her to the dance floor, “I didn’t realize there was a comedian performing here tonight as well.”
She laughed with him before he gently placed a hand on her waist and pulled her closer as they started to sway to the music.
As the song played, her hand began to wander from where it was resting on top his shoulder, sliding further onto his broad back, the tip of her finger skimming the base of his neck just above the collar of the shirt. Frankie’s hand that rested on her hip wrapped around her waist, his other arm joining it as she wrapped both her arms around his neck. As much as he enjoyed their earlier conversations, he was enjoying this moment even more - neither of them saying anything, just moving to the music as they got lost in each other’s eyes, both secretly cursing the moment the song ended.
The pace of the music picked up with the next song as they both stayed on the dance floor, stepping to the beat, their arms waving around and pumping in the air. When she hip bumped him a few times, they both started laughing hard enough that Frankie decided it was time to get off the dance floor. He took her hand as they walked back to their seats, ordering another round of drinks and continuing to talk as the evening started to wind down.
“I meant to tell you earlier that I like this shirt,” she commented as he felt her tug slightly at his sleeve. “It’s a good color on you.”
“Its a little different than I normally wear…” He nervously runs a hand down the front of the shirt as he pushes down his insecurity, reminding himself to take the compliment, “…but, um, thank you.”
Frankie lifted his drink and noticed Santi over the rim of his glass. Frankie just rolled his eyes and turned away from the smug look Santi was giving him, knowing he probably wasn’t going to hear the end of this anytime soon.
As the evening came to an end, the two groups of friends made their way to the doors, Frankie’s arm held just behind her in a subtle gesture to keep her safe as they walked through the crowd. They all stood outside the club for a while as they chatted and laughed, slowly dwindling down until the last few started to say their goodbyes.
Frankie offered a handshake to his new friend, her smile still intriguing him as their handshake turned into a friendly - although slightly tentative - hug.
“I, um…I don’t normally do this, but…” she said as she stepped back, searching her purse for something. She pulled a business card out of her bag and handed it to Frankie, “My cell number is the second number listed there. Give me a call if you’d like to have dinner or grab a coffee sometime.”
“I’d like that,” Frankie nodded as he glanced at the card before looking back at her with a smile. “Are, um…are you free next Friday?”
“I am now,” she smiled back at him as a call of her name caused her to turn her head over her shoulder, waving at her group of friends before she turned back to him, giving him that beautiful smile one more time. “I’ll talk to you soon, Frankie.”
She turned to walk toward her friends, looking back at him with a quick wave as he watched her until she was safely in the vehicle.
“Holy shit, Fish,” Santi walked up to Frankie, slapping him on the shoulder as a big grin crossed his face, “did she just ask you out?”
“Yeah,” the corner of Frankie’s lip curled into a small smile before he turned to his friend, “how well do you know her?”
“I actually don’t, but I can ask Suzanne about her if you want.”
“No, that’s ok. I think I’ll have more fun getting to know her on my own,” he looked down at the business card she had given him, tapping it on his palm a few times before he tucked it into his pocket.
As they turned to walk toward their vehicle, Frankie glanced at Santi before he looked back down at the sidewalk, “Actually, I do have a question for you…”
“What’s that, buddy?” He slung an arm around Frankie’s shoulders as they continued to walk.
