Summary: “Just giving my husband a little wake up call.”
A/N: 18+ for this one pls. It’s my birthday and I also want Frankie smut lol enjoy!! 💜💜
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You awoke before him.
Frankie’s back was to your chest as his sweet little snores filled the room. Propping yourself up and peeking over as quietly as possible, you simply watch him for a brief moment. The orange and yellow hues of daybreak rolled through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window, lighting up his prominent features. His freckled skin like a pathway of stars you loved to run your finger over and trace, forever guiding you toward home. You couldn’t help but stare.
He was beautiful like this. And if anyone deserved any semblance of this peace, it was him.
It was a completely different take on the man who only mere hours ago was practically splitting you in half on his cock. The thought alone making you wet as you reminisce about the delicious ache he left between your legs. You wanted more.
You go to tuck one of his longer curls behind his ear, placing a single kiss to the smooth patch of skin amongst the scattered stubble on his jaw. He seems to respond to this. A small hum of delight falling from his lips as he exhaled. Slight movement from under the thin cover catches your eye suddenly. Oh. Quirking your eyebrow realizing whose attention you’ve just caught.
Should I?
Smirking, you bring your left hand over, running it across his hip and gently palming him over the sheet. He sharply inhales, chasing your touch as you retract your hand back.
“You like that, don’t you pretty boy?” whispering sweetly as you hide in the crook of his neck. Soft whimpers start falling from his mouth as you take it a step further and reach for him again, this time from under the cover. He’s warm and heavy against your palm as you gently start to stroke him, your thumb making contact with the silky beads of precum that have already started leaking from his sensitive tip.
“Mmmm, what do you think you’re doing bebita?” his voice low and laced with sleep, rolling onto his back so he can face you.
“Just giving my husband a little wake up call.”
“You’re trouble you know that…”
“Oh, you love it.”
His eyes lightly flutter shut as you caress his member, wanting to draw out as many desperate moans as you could.
“Ohhh, fuck, just like that.”
“Relax baby.”
Placing a kiss to his pulse point, his breathing hitches in his throat as your motions speed up. The thin sheet has now pooled below his hips and you see the muscles begin to strain in his soft lower belly, knowing he’s getting closer with every flick and twist of your wrist. The image of him like this alone was enough to make you drip onto the sheets beneath you.
His large hand reaches down as it envelopes your own. “Wait!” he murmurs through gritted teeth, chest heaving slightly as he tries to catch his breath and hold off his release. He opens his eyes, obsidian pupils blown wide as he makes contact with you.
“Turn around, now.”
He throws the remainder of the cover off as you shuffle to lay on your left side. His warm body now completely engulfs you, cock still rock hard against your pillowy flesh.
“Did you really think I was gonna waste this in your hand, querida?” You bite your lower lip as he drags his tip through your folds. Your back arches away as he lines himself up, deliberately inching himself in and out through your heat. He repeats this a few times, absolutely entranced by the grip you have on him. He also just loves to tease you. A sudden hiss falls from his lips as you squeeze his member, a dark chuckle bubbling through his chest. He knows what you want. What you need. He knew he was in control now.
“You want me to fuck you? Waking me up like that. Didn’t get enough last night, huh? Cock drunk like the little slut you are.”
“Oohhh, yes Francisco. Yes!” the scrubbing of his cock against your walls making you tremble with each agonizingly drawn out thrust.
His hand trails its way toward your mouth in an effort to keep you quiet. You take the moment to nip at his fingertips, him going further as to pushing them past your lips. Your tongue brushing along his fingers so they’re nice and wet.
“No te preocupes bebita, I’ve got you.” His hand expertly snakes its way through your thighs, opening them up. An invitation extended only to him. The spit covered fingers circle obscenely slow on your clit as you throw your head back, your peak building higher with each methodical motion.
He knows he has you now.
Withdrawing his fingers they now desperately grasp at your hip as he throws his right leg over yours, caging you in and giving him the traction he needs to fuck harder and faster into you. To give you what you both want.
“I’m gonna fill this pussy up. Is that what you want?”
“Yesss, Frankie I-”
“Cum, now.”
That last command was all you needed. Your orgasm hits you hard as you clench around him, harsh grunts echo through the room as you milk him for all he has. His shallow thrusts begin to waver, his warm spend seeping from you as he delicately pulls out and starts to come down. His forehead gently rests against the nape of your neck as you both sigh with contented bliss. Turning in his arms, you give him a crooked smile, your expression reading thoroughly fucked. He can’t help but giggle.
“Sorry I called you a slut.”
Your laughter makes his heart flutter.
“Only for you.”
The chaste kiss he gives you makes you weak all over again. Sighing against his lips, you pull up to place smaller kisses against his eyelashes and forehead, loving the feeling of his smile against your skin.
“I know I woke you up a little too early and we have to really be up soon but, could you lay with me? For just a little while longer?”
“We’ll stay like this as long as you’d like bebita.”
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Summary: A little liquid courage reveals some big secrets.
A/N: So I was tagged in a post with a possible prompt idea and I couldn’t let it go so here’s my little twist on it. (Prompt will be in red yall!) Thank you @kteague and @icanbeyourjedi both for your endless support, ilysm! Likes, reblogs, any love appreciated. Enjoy!! 💜💜
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“Has anyone seen Frankie?”
“Upstairs in Ben’s room I think. That liquor is finally starting to hit him.” Will snickers as he throws a few more beer cans into the trash bag.
Tonight was all about celebrating Benny’s huge win during his latest fight. A total underdog going in, he had crushed the competition which ultimately called for a celebration. Everyone had stopped by at various times throughout the night except one person. The only person Frankie longed to see and talk to. They all knew your work had been hectic lately and the chances of you coming out were slim, but Frankie held on to that slight glimmer of hope with every passing guest through the door.
“Come have a shot with us Fish!”
“Yeah! She would want you to be having fun!” Benny called out.
The guys loved teasing him about his growing crush on you. Knowing he was too chickenshit to actually say anything, with or without you here.
“Very funny cabrón. Just give me the damn drink.” That was nearly a few hours ago.
Santi took the steps two at a time until he came upon Benny’s rec room. It was a work in progress but the essentials were there. Including a new giant plush beanbag chair that had become a favorite amongst the grown men. Benny and Frankie always fighting over whom would be able to lounge on it during get togethers. He was slumped deep into the cushion with his phone above his head completely entranced by the screen.
“What ya lookin at there Fish?”
“Hmm,” he looks over at Santiago with eyes half lidded and a bashful grin. He’s seen that look from his best friend before. Frankie is definitely feeling good.
“Wait, is that?...”
“Yeahhhh,” he lovingly sighs, followed by a small hiccup. “Isn’t she just the most beautiful girl in the world?” turning his phone more towards him. Frankie had been going through a hidden photo album when Santi walked in. It was a little something he had put together for particular moments like this. Moments when he was just simply missing you. The picture was from the state fair a few months back. You had on your favorite yellow sundress and signature white sneakers. ‘Cute yet casual’ he remembers you saying. You were fully enveloped in some cotton candy when he snuck the picture. The web of sticky sweet treat making you giggle as it hit your tongue, changing it to a bright shade of pink. He had never seen something so pure in his whole life.
Santi watched as his friend gushed over the photo. If heart eyes were real, Frankie’s would be their poster child.
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“No, Santiago. I love her.”
Santi’s eyes widen at his friends direct admission. His own shit-eating grin creeping on to his face. FINALLY he thought. He knew Frankie was a little tipsy right now but from the way he, along with everyone else in the group, had seen the two of you dancing around each other it was about time someone admits it. Plus, you know what they say; the only people to ever tell the truth are children and drunks.
“You should tell her man!”
Frankie’s head snaps in his direction as if it were so obvious.
“You’re right hermano! I gotta tell her!”
Frankie stumbles with his phone, the device looking smaller in his big hands as he begins to smash out a text to you.
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You didn’t know how long you were out but by the small amount of drool starting to gather and make its way down your face you would assume it had been a while. You had dozed off at your laptop. Knowing your friends were all having fun without you while you prepped the last PowerPoint for your huge project at work was in hindsight a little sad, but as of tomorrow afternoon you too could properly celebrate. You had been so busy with work lately, there hadn’t been a chance to see or spend time with any of your boys. You missed the rowdiness. You missed him. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking of your friend in this way but the idea of Frankie’s warm embrace was enough to send you into a blissful sleep, that is until your phone startled you awake. Slowly perking up when you saw it was an incoming text from him.
Mi cielo! You awake?
You look at the time on your phone. It was almost 1am. Before you could answer, another text comes in.
It’s late of course you’re not…
Busy workin. Now sleeping. My beautiful brainy girl.
Your face flushes at the endearment. Say something!
Frankie! Hi! I’m awake. Are you okay? It’s late. Did you make it home?
Cielito! Better now that I’m talking to you. This party’s lame cause you’re not here.
Hahah I’m gonna tell Benny you called his party lame.
I’ll tell him myself! LAME. BENJAMIN. 😎
I miss you guys! I’m sorry I couldn’t come out tonight. Tomorrow though! I’m gonna need a drink or two!
Baby I’ll buy you ALLLLL the drinks! 🍹🍻🥂
I’m holding you to that Morales! Oh, did you need a ride home or anything? I’m guessing YOU’VE had a few? 😉 Lol
It was late and you were still willing to come for him. The gesture alone solidified his next actions. Just go for it Francisco!
Always caring for me. Someone should care for you…
And who do you suggest that be?…
ME OBVIOUSLY. Always cared for you.
Know why I call you mi cielo? Cause you’re my sky, my heaven on earth, my everything.
I’m sorry. Santi said I talk too much. I don’t care tho. My love, I am intoxicated, but I just wanted you to know…my real feelings.
You were at a loss for words. How do you respond to that? You see the bubbles start to form on the screen, anticipating what he may say next. He seems to be writing forever but they stop. No indication of a new text coming in and that sinking feeling hits you like a truck. Did one of your best friends and the man you were harboring a huge crush on really just say all that? Was any of it true? Or just drunk talk?
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“ …so amazing. wanna marry you one day, make all the babies. We’d have fun with that part 😉 travel the world I CAN FLY US and just everything with you…” Frankie slightly slurs out as he types away.
“WHOAAA HOLD ON FISH!” Pope snatches Frankie’s phone from him, quickly erasing everything he just wrote out to you.
“Look, I’m glad you’re coming to your senses but if you text her all this, instead of telling her in person, she’ll never believe you. Plus, it’s late and you’re a bit drunk.”
“But I love her even when I’m not drunk!”
Santi barked out a laugh at the serious look on his friends face.
“I know buddy, but you’ll thank me later. Here, look at these pictures of her for right now.” Santi pulled up your Instagram account to the photos from your birthday hike. It was you and all the guys, the accompanying pictures in the post were of an individual photo with each of them. Frankie scrolls to the one of you and him. His arm around your waist and yours around his neck as you posed cheek to cheek. This one was a favorite of his and also in his secret album. He zooms in to your face and kisses his screen.
“Goodnight cariño.” Frankie whispers as he shuts his eyes. The soft beanbag hugging him as he drifts off to the photo still being displayed on his phone. Santi sees this as the perfect opportunity to snap a picture and send it to you, knowing you’re probably wondering what the hell was actually going on.
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It has been about twenty minutes now and not another word from Frankie. You had moved to your bed to try and get some sleep but it was useless. Should I call him? No this isn’t an over the phone conversation. Ugh just another thing to overthink tonight. You toss and turn trying to get comfortable when your phone on the nightstand lights up.
“Pope: 1 Attachment”
You quickly unlock your phone to a picture of Frankie curled up as best as possible on the beanbag chair. You let out a small snicker when a message pops up:
As you probably know, our Fish is a little outta it. I remember my first drink lol but in all honesty, everything he told you tonight is true. I don’t mean to spill his secrets but the man adores you. As you see from the attached picture, he fell asleep with your photo pulled up on his phone. I’m also keeping the picture I took for future clowning opportunities. It’ll make a great story at your wedding 😏 okay goodnight!
You sat in bed on the verge of happy tears. Texting one final thing back:
Make sure he gets to a proper bed please. You know how his back is.
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Despite getting only a few hours of sleep, you managed to get through your presentation at work and killing it. You decided after to cut the day short and surprise Frankie. You pulled up to the Miller’s place and let yourself in, running into Santiago in the process.
“Hi there!” he says to you in a playful voice.
“Hi Santi. Ummm, is Frankie still..?”
“Yeah, lover boy is still passed out in Ben’s room. Go wake his ass up. You’re the only person he probably wouldn’t yell at for disturbing his beauty sleep, el borracho.”
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Opening the door as quietly as possible, you find Frankie still sound asleep. Walking over to him, you find enough space to sit down on the bed next to him. He looks so peaceful, the curls from his now longer hair look just as soft as they are wild. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through them, sweeping a rogue strand from his forehead. He inhales sharply at your touch, slowly opening his eyes while leaning into you.
“Cielo, hi.”
“Hi Francisco.”
“I’m not dreaming am I?”
“No hermoso, it’s me. I’m really here.”
“About last night…”
“Did you mean it?...”
The eye contact between you is consuming. Your heart strumming erratically from the look he is giving you.
“Every word.”
Frankie doesn’t overthink it, pulling you down to him in the most passionate kiss, pouring every thought and feeling he’s wanted to convey to you since you’d first met. Your head is spinning from the euphoric rush of finally feeling those plush lips against yours. You giggle as you start to pull back, not before he peppers your face with sweet little pecks.
“You have room under here for me? A sweet, yet drunk dork kept me up late last night and I could use a little nap.”
A/N: Hi my loves! Here is fic number 2 from my 1K follower celebration. Short but sweet, and just what I feel our bby boy Marcus needs. Inspired by the song Cinnamon by Tash (some lyrics I used are in bold orange.) Enjoy!! 🤍🤍🤍
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Sunday morning, his favorite day of the week.
Marcus reflects to himself as he quietly pads down the hallway of your shared home. He follows the scent that stirred him from his sleep. That aromatic spice he loves so much nips at his nose and making his mouth water. He wondered where you went so early. Your vacant space amongst the sheets giving him that extra push to come and find you.
He turns the corner of the living room, stopping just short of the kitchen and stares, arms crossed and hip propped against the entry way as he watches you move about the room.
You’re making pancakes. Your specialty and his favorite comfort food. You’re in one of his older band shirts, one that he’s had since his college days. It’s the softest you once attested, so he rightfully conceded it to you.
It looks better on you anyway.
Then he hears it. You’re singing along to the song that has just started playing off of your phone. Voice sultry without even trying. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard it before, but this particular song seems to resonate with you from the conviction in which you sing it.
I'm addicted to the fiction that I'm always wishin' to be true, true..
I know it's distant but I'm still persistent when I know it comes to you, you…
You turn slowly, having seen him out of the corner of your eye as you plated the last of the pancakes. You begin walking over, continuing the song. An open invitation just on the tip of your tongue as you extend a hand toward him. Dance with me?
Am I out of my mind?
To want you all of this time
Left my conscience behind, behind…
He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips.
A silent agreement. Your arms fall lazily over his shoulders, his hands gliding slowly down your back finding your waist. He clings to your every word. The hopeless romantic in him thinking this is all too good to be true.
Loving you is the sweetest thing
If only I could show you, what I mean
But by the way you sing to him; the warmth in your smile as you roam his features, gaze dreamy as if he’s hung all the stars in the sky, the feeling of time stopping for just the two of you, he chastises himself for ever thinking he deserved less.
Loving you has me, giving in
Can't resist the love like
Cinnamon, baby…
There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you continue to sway to the beat of the song. He’s the first to break it.
“You sing beautifully.”
“Thank you,” you shyly mutter. “This song always reminds me of you.”
“Yeah?…”
“Yeah. Loving you, it really is the sweetest and easiest thing I’ve ever done Marcus.”
You always knew how to render him speechless. Eyes glossing over as his forehead leans into yours. His hands are anchored to your sides, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment. And you let him. His silence may have concerned others but to you, it spoke volumes.
Take your time.
Then you feel them. His lips ghosting gently over your face before cupping your cheeks and bringing you into the most saccharine kiss.
There’s your Marcus.
“Mmmm, cinnamon.” he breathes in, making you giggle.
“Just a little something extra in the pancakes today.”
“You know you’re my actual dream girl, right?”
“And you mine.”
Marcus chuckles at that.
“Come on, let’s have breakfast before it gets cold.”
You lead him to the table, not before turning and placing one last lingering kiss to his plush lips. A hushed vow only for him, to make every Sunday just like this.
A/N: just a little something inspired by one of my favorite holiday songs. Also the first time writing for Javi P. Enjoy and happy holidays y’all 🤍
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Another Christmas was slowly coming and going.
Javier sips at the double whiskey he’d poured for himself as the PA system continues to play the timeless holiday classics. He was of course the last one in the building, with no family to go home to he decided to get a start on the next days work. The war against Escobar didn’t stop just because it was a holiday and to him, it was simply just another day.
A knock on his office door pulled him from the somewhat intrusive thoughts.
“Javier?”
“Querida? What are you still doing here? I thought you left hours ago.”
The endearment still made your heart flutter.
“I thought I’d finish typing up those reports from our findings the other day. Plus, I didn’t really wanna go back and just sit at home by myself.” Javi signals for you to take a seat, pulling another small glass from his drawer and pouring you a drink.
“What? Someone like you doesn’t have a boyfriend waiting at home?”
“Yeah right. I should be asking you the same thing. It’s a little difficult keeping a significant other when it comes to our line of work.”
“You have no idea.” You huff at the implied remark. You’ve heard what he’s done in the past to obtain information. It wasn’t your room to judge. Sometimes you just had to do bad things to catch bad people.
“To us lonely bastards working on Christmas Eve.”
That makes you laugh as you raise your drink before downing the smooth liquor. Your accompanied soft smile and giggle making Javi feel lighter than he has in a long time.
The liquid warms you as the familiar song starts playing overhead.
When you said yesterday that it's nearly Christmas
What did I want and I thought just love me, love me, love me
That's what I want for Christmas
You begin swaying with the jazzy tune.
“I’ve always loved this song.”
When I walk through a room let them see you need me
Walk through a room let them see you love me, love me, love me
That's what I want for Christmas
Quietly humming along, Javier watches as you close your eyes, clearly reminiscing about the past. You looked so peaceful. It was a stark difference from the frantic nature of everything always surrounding you. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
He sets his glass down on the desk and gets up. The screech from his chair brings you back into the moment and you notice his hand taking yours and helping you up.
“Javier what’re you…”
“Dance with me.”
It’s more of a statement than a question. The empty glass now sits on the desk as your hands find his shoulders, his your waist. It all feeling so natural.
Anyone can wish for all the trinkets in the window
Some can even buy the things they see
But the presents that I want
You'll never find in any window
Bring me love and bring it just for me
No words were needed as the song played on. This moment was for just the two of you. The lyrics speaking what neither of you could, but knew the other felt.
When you come home at night
Take me in your arms and hold me
Kiss me, and say you love me, love me, oh love me
That's what I want for Christmas
A stray hair makes its way down your face from your messy bun. Javi doesn’t miss a beat as he pulls it away, tucking it gently behind your ear. His touch lingers on your skin and your eyes flicker over each others lips.
Hold me
Kiss me
That's what I want for Christmas
It’s as if the song is giving you both permission. To seek and take what you both desire and long for. He leans in and you meet him halfway. The taste of the whiskey clashing perfectly as you breathe each other in. Your tongue runs against the seam of your bottom lip, chasing the lingering sensation of his kiss. His eyes remained closed as if to savor it, imprinting the moment whilst hoping it wouldn’t be the last.
“Let’s call it a night.”
“Okay.” you murmur, pulling back from his embrace.
A/N: SURPRISE! Ya girl is back with the next chapter in this little series. I haven’t updated in a year (holy shit I am SO SORRY.) but here we are with my fave lovebirds. Happy Halloween to all the homies out there and comments, likes, anything are welcomed. Enjoy bbys! 🎃🤍
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
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“I’m gonna marry her one day.”
That little black velvet box was taunting him.
You had just left for work when he decided to give the simple, yet elegant piece of jewelry another glance. He kept it hidden in a small lockbox he still had from when he was in the service, knowing you would probably never look there. Secretly, it’s where he stored anything of sentimental value in. From one of the first little love letters you’d given him, to a movie ticket from your first official date, even a couple of cheeky Polaroids you took for him as a birthday surprise a few months back.
You had been in a relationship for well over two years now. Having made the step of finally moving in together about six months prior, Frankie could honestly say it’s the happiest he’d ever been. He had the obvious approval of the guys, his family adored you, even the señoras at the floral shop he liked to frequent when he wanted to surprise you with a fresh bouquet would ask when he was going to finally pop the question. He knew it shouldn’t have come off as such a challenge, but like everything else he was, in typical Frankie fashion, overthinking it.
“How am I going to do this?” Frankie sighed, running his finger over the precious stone. His phone buzzing on the nightstand pulled him from his thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Hola feo! Hey, we’re at the store right now picking up pumpkins for tomorrow and found these cool stencils to use. Can I buy them or is that considered cheating? You know Ben could use as much help as possible.”
“I’m going to beat your girl in the contest this year Frank!” Benny screams in the background.
“Go ahead and get them. You know he’ll still find a way to fuck it up.”
“Fuck you Fish!”
He laughs at the other man’s competitive nature. You had won the Halloween carving contest two years running now. There wasn’t any big prize involved, but bragging rights and pick of the scary movie you all would be watching that night was incentive enough. (Benny thinks it’s because you’re Frankie’s girl that gives you the advantage. In actuality, he just sucks.) He stares back to the ring as Santiago goes on about the prices of Halloween candy when his eyes go wide.
“Pope! Change of plans! I need you guys to help me with something!”
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The next day Frankie is doing his best to keep cool. He’s kept himself busy by cleaning up the house, making sure the little ghost lights you found are strung up around the patio perfectly, even bringing out the couple of plastic tables you would be using and setting them up with assorted carving tools and paints.
Honestly, anything to keep from having to face you for too long, he was doing.
Frankie knew he had some time so he quietly went through his plan one last time. You, on the other hand, were busy picking out the perfect design for your pumpkin. You told him it’s not about winning, but thinking back to the little smirk on your face when you were announced as the winner again last year and Benny smashing his pumpkin in a humorous protest was enough to have you wanting that first place spot again.
“Babe! Where you at?”
“Outside hermosa!”
You step out to the back patio and gasp at the setup.
“Frankie! This looks so good!” you praise as you run up and give him a quick peck.
“You like it?! It was a bitch untangling those ghosts so it better look good.”
“Ugh, handsome and he knows how to string up lights? You’re gonna fuck around and get yourself wifed up Morales.” He stiffened momentarily by your choice of words before shaking his head and cracking a smile.
“Oh! Help me pick out a picture for my pumpkin!” you pull out your phone and enthusiastically start swiping through the selected photos. “Should I do the witch flying on a broom, or this werewolf howling at the moon?”
“Should you even be showing me your design? We are competing against each other too cariño.”
“Are we though?” your left eyebrow arching in question.
“Wow, that hurt.” his faux wounded expression making you giggle.
“Hmmmm, they’re both great options but do you think you can finish something that elaborate tonight babe? It’s timed too, remember.” He knew you could, but the longer he could distract you later, the better.
“Is that a challenge?!” narrowing your eyes at him and he throws his hands up in surrender.
“I mean, I know you got it in you, but Benny said he’s bringing his A-game tonight, and to watch your ass. I just don’t want you getting too caught up and you don’t finish.”
“Ohhhh, just you wait precioso! I’m not back to back champ for nothing!”
With that final say you run out to finish getting ready, leaving Frankie standing there with a huge grin plastered on his face.
Yeah, she’s the one.
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The sun had finally begun to set as you and the boys gathered in the backyard. While you were busy helping Will gather the pumpkins from the house to bring out, Santi and Benny found it to be the perfect opportunity to pull Frankie aside to see how he was doing.
“You ready hermano?” Santi whispered, grabbing him by his shoulders.
“You look like you might yak Fish.”
“Don’t listen to him, you look great! This flannel is nice. Going for the lumberjack look I see.”
“Cállate pendejo. She happens to like it.” Frankie retorts.
“We’re just giving you shit, you know that.”
“I know. I’m just a little nervous.” Frankie mutters as he looks over Pope’s shoulder to make sure you’re still in the house.
“No need. That girl in there loves you. So much so, it’s almost sickening how cute y’all are.”
“Yeah man! And feisty as hell, which is why I love messing with her.” Benny snickers to the group.
“Thanks guys. I owe you one.”
“No problem. Just remember, I call dibs on best man. Ben said he wants flower girl.” Santi throws his thumb back to Benny, nodding in confirmation.
“Deal.”
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“Okay, y’all know the rules. We’ve all got an hour to carve, paint, whatever you wanna do to your pumpkin and then we’ll vote. No peeking at other pumpkins until we’re all done. Benny, no smashing your pumpkin when you lose. Sweetheart, take it easy on us this year okay?”
“Can’t promise you anything boys. Good luck hermoso.” shooting a wink toward Frankie who’s seated at the opposite end of the table.
Frankie opts for painting his pumpkin this year. His design wouldn’t necessitate the full hour so he tries to drag it out as slowly as possible.
He grows more anxious by the minute. What if she says no? That’s always a possibility, right? The hour suddenly seems to be passing by too quickly for his liking when he decides to look over. You’re caught up cracking jokes with his brothers, your small pocketknife in your hand for hollowing out smaller sections of your design, and singing along to the Halloween playlist blaring from the speaker. He’s never felt more right about anything.
——-
Will looks to Frankie as the timer is about to go off on his phone. A quick nod and crooked smile signal he’s ready.
“Okay and time!”
The other guys both look up to Frankie with knowing grins on their faces. A small thumbs up from Santi thrown in for good measure.
“Wait! Just let me get this last piece!”
“This is why she wins because she’s still working after the time!”
“I told you it would be too much babe.”
“Hush Morales!”
“Alright, since I’m the oldest, I’m going first.”
Everyone’s attention is now on Will as he turns his pumpkin around. He usually puts up a good fight as well when it comes to this which is why you’re thrown off when you see his final product.
“Will. You carved your name into your pumpkin?”
You were clueless.
“It’s classic.” giving a small shrug. “Pope.”
Santi claps his hands together and quickly turns his pumpkin. A delicate You carved into it.
“You. Guys what’s going on?”
Frankie couldn’t help his shit eating grin as he sees the visible confusion on your face.
“That’s a nice looking you, Santiago.”
“Why thank you Benjamin. You’re up.”
Alright, your main competition. You hadn’t caught on to what the others were doing but if anyone would give you a run for your money, it was Benny.
“Get ready to have your mind blown sweetheart!” turning his pumpkin to display a brightly colored Marry sprawled across the front. Then it clicks.
“Marry. Fra…”
Before you could get his name out you gaze to your left to see your boyfriend turning his pumpkin. The word Me painted in your favorite color with a question mark and cutely drawn ring that glittered for effect.
Frankie’s heart was pounding as he steps from around his side of the table. Setting his pumpkin down gently beside yours, he pulls the box from his back pocket as he gets down on one knee. Your watery smile like a breath of fresh air telling him to go ahead.
“Hermosa, these last few years have been everything to me. You are everything to me. You know I’m not good with words…”
“You’re doing fine mi amor.” bringing one of your hands up running it over his cheek.
“…but would you, will you marry me?”
“Yes Francisco!” Those words instantaneous as he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
He places the ring on your finger before you practically tackle him to the ground. The others whistling and cheering from the table behind you.
“You’re gonna wife me up, huh Morales?”
“I had to before I ended up the wifey.” Your boisterous laughter couldn’t be contained. Your smile shining the brightest he’d ever seen it. He couldn’t wait to continue making you do that for the rest of his life.
“Well, I say I won this years contest boys!” Benny exclaims.
“What are you talking about?! If anything Fish won!”
“Did you see how she was speechless at my pumpkin?!”
“Wait, what did you end up going with?” Frankie queries.
“The werewolf. It fit perfectly with An American Werewolf In Paris that I had picked to watch.”
Benny turned your pumpkin around to show the rest of the guys. An audible groan leaving his mouth when he sees the detail you were able to put in, even in such a small amount of time.
“I’m never gonna win this contest again.”
“Hey Ben, your pumpkin was amazing. And since I’m in such a fantastic mood, I relinquish my award to you.”
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“Benny that’s a child’s film what the fuck?!” You hear him and Santi bicker as they rush inside to get the film queued up. Will hot on their heels to give you two a minute.
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Summary: Frankie finally lets you know how he really feels.
A/N: It’s my birthday and I want some Frankie fluff so here we are lol comments, reblogs, yearning thoughts always welcomed. Enjoy bbys 💜💜💜
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“Have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?”
The question caught you by surprise. You were in Frankie’s kitchen getting everything ready for your big monthly movie night with the guys when you were hit with it.
“I-um,” you let out a nervous giggle, “I never really thought about it like that but yeah, I can agree my life would kinda suck without you in it Frankie.”
You were lying. You thought about it often actually. Thanking the universe everyday for that grocery store run in a couple years ago. Who knew a debate in the cereal aisle would lead to finding some of your best friends. Your person in Frankie. Only, that last little minor detail has yet to surface.
“What made you think of that little query Morales?” nudging him with your elbow as you open a box of m&m’s and tossing them into the popcorn. You knew he loved the salty sweet treat and claimed “no one made it like you.” You remember how loudly the two of you laughed at that comment.
“I don’t know. I was just thinking lately.”
He was lying. From the moment you pulled out a pocket sided notepad and listed the pros and cons of why Froot Loops were better than Cap’n Crunch he knew he was done for. Not wanting to jump into anything so quickly and possibly ruining what you had going, he opted to yearn from the sidelines instead of risk losing your friendship. Those emotions had finally bubbled over one night at the bar when he saw you talking with some random guy while getting the groups next round. Santi of course seeing the tense reaction had to practically beat the truth out of him, advising he better do something about it and quick, because a “bitchin lady like her doesn’t come around too often.”
Tonight was gonna be that night.
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You always showed up early to help get all the assorted snacks and drinks set, and so you could claim the giant recliner with cup holder as it was the literal best seat in the house. Often “fighting” it out with Benny over who got it. But mainly, you just loved the extra little quiet time with Frankie. The feeling was mutual.
You texted Frankie letting him know you were on your way. He told you to let yourself in as he finished up his shower, now trying to keep your thoughts PG about your best friend naked and wet in the other room. You busied yourself by getting the pizza ordered, drinks in the fridge to cool, and even popping in some of those little pigs in a blanket that Will loved so much. Frankie walked out to you humming to yourself as you were finishing up. You moved around his place effortlessly. Like you had always belonged there. His heart immensely full at how you saw this as your home too.
He couldn’t hold back any longer.
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“What made you think of that little query Morales?”
“I don’t know. I was just thinking lately.”
“About?…”
Frankie grew quiet. He didn’t know how he wanted to approach it. He could hear Pope in his ear cursing him if he backed out now so he decided, fuck it, and fall head first.
“You.”
Now it was your turn to go silent. Did you hear that correctly? Frankie Morales, the man you’ve thought about nearly every day for the last couple years was thinking about you?
“Me? What were you thinking about?”
He turns to you and grabs your hands, softly running his thumbs over your knuckles, something to keep him preoccupied as he speaks.
“About you. About how much I adore you. About how there’s no one else I’d rather talk to at the end of my days. About how you’re the first person I think about when I wake up. About how terrible my life would truly be without you in it. About how I love you. And if you don’t feel the same it’s okay but, I-I just had to tell you querida.”
His head hung low at your lack of words. Now gripping at your hands waiting for what could only be rejection.
You slipped your hands from his and brought them to his face, cradling his plush cheeks as you softly scratched at his beard. You bring him into you, placing a single kiss to the hairless patch you loved so much, its heart shaped space a perfect spot to show your reciprocation. He opens his eyes to you smiling brightly at him and he swears he could die happy in this moment. He just needed to hear you say it.
“I love you, so much Francisco Morales.”
“Holy shit really?!”
You laugh as he grabs at your wrists, the only thing grounding him to the moment.
“Holy shit yes really! Your cereal choices may be trash but I’m so glad I ran into you that day.”
He didn’t need to hear anything else as he brought you into the most longing kiss. His breath was still minty as it mingled with the slight chocolate notes you still had on your tongue from the piece of candy you snuck in earlier. The two of you were caught up that you didn’t hear the door open and one Santiago Garcia screaming “FINALLY YOU COWARDS!” while snapping a picture to send to the group chat.
Neither of you could be bothered to care. Your lives now feeling more complete than ever knowing now you fully had each other by your side.
A/N: This is my first go at writing for Whiskey so you can blame the bit of Kingsman I caught before bed last night, partial insomnia, and my period hormones for this one. Enjoy what you can bbys 🤍
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Jack pulled onto the dirt path just before the snow started falling. It was a mere light dusting of the powder that was set to hit the town that final week of his latest mission but despite his reassurances, he knew you’d worry yourself sick if he hadn’t made it back before it hit.
Cutting the engine to the bronco, he couldn’t help but race up the steps of your modest ranch house. A soft glow from the kitchen peeking through the window was a welcome beacon calling him home. To you. To the both of you.
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Everything in the house was quiet. The scent of your famous sugar cookies filled the air as he passed through the living room. I hope she left the bowl and spoon for me to taste, he hummed to himself.
“Sugar! I’m home!”
No answer.
Hmmm, the rocking chair perhaps? He made his way to his new favorite room in the house. The nursery. Jack had an old friend whip up the one thing you begged him for when setting up the room.
“I need somewhere to sit when I tell him all the bedtime stories!” “Whatever your little heart desires, you got it sweetheart!”
He slowly opened the door to the newly furnished space. Memories began flooding in of the day you two painted it and how messy everything got. He’d never heard you laugh so hard at the sky blue blotches that littered his face, or when he stepped on a roller which led to paint all over his boots paired with endless Papa Smurf jokes. He’d let you paint every pair if he got that reaction and smile every time.
“Not here either. Where is this crazy woman?”
His last stop was your bedroom, and the sight he came upon stopped him in his tracks. You were curled up on the bed, the latest baby book you’d gotten into was lazily clutched in your hands and your reading glasses hung from the tip of your nose. He shuffled closer to take you in, a muffled wow leaving his lips. I am one lucky bastard. He gently removed your book and glasses, the dip of his weight on the bed stirred you slightly as you slowly opened your eyes to his loving smile.
“Hey cowboy, you made it home.”
“I told you I would. How are you feeling mama?”
“A little cold. I wanted to start the fireplace up but knew you’d give me an earful if I did. That’s why I made cookies. Oven warmed the house just enough. Even left you the bowl to lick. Other than that, just tired. Your son decided to settle down for a bit though, which meant nap time for me too.”
Jack chuckled, “You’re damn right you would’ve gotten a full lecture little lady! Don’t need to be lifting much or inhaling those fumes.” This made you playfully roll your eyes, knowing he was just wanting to do right by you and the baby. “Y’all got room for one more under there? Let your husband warm you right up!”
You unwrap yourself from the comforter to make room for him and Jack couldn’t help but stop and stare.
“What?” feeling a little more self conscious these days with your growing form.
“I hope you know just how damn beautiful you are. Pregnancy looks good on you. Real good!” He states that last part with a waggle of his eyebrow.
“You cowboys and your sweet talk. Just get into bed and come warm your wife up!”
“Yes ma’am!”
Jack kicks his boots off and places his Stetson on the nightstand as he crawls into your warm embrace. Instant peace settles in, as he brings you to his chest and into the softest kiss imaginable. He caresses the swell of your stomach and can’t help the grin across his face as he feels the flutters from under your thin sweater.
“Hey buddy, I’m home. Sorry to wake you.”
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You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you just let him talk. Content with the warmth and being nestled safely into his side. He discussed what he could about the trip, relaying the love sent from the others at Statesman. You gave an extensive list of your “nesting concerns” of any and everything in the house, Jack already making a mental honey-do list, back to the topic of possible names for the baby. You could feel the excitement and love coming off him in waves. Felt it in the stolen kisses against your lips, on the pulse point of your neck, through his fingertips as he circled the skin of your hip, trying to bring you even closer. Perhaps this is how you got to stay a little longer this time.
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Jack didn’t realize he fell asleep until he felt your palm against his cheek. The heaviness of his eyelids prevented him from truly taking in your expression.
“I’m sorry Sugar, I must’ve dozed off.”
You didn’t say anything, just stared at him with the saddest smile.
“Sugar, is everything alright?”
“I reckon I must be going Jack. You’ve gotta get up soon.”
“What do you mean? Where are you going?”
“Your alarm goes off in a few minutes.”
“I don’t understand…”
“You never do...”
Taking his hand, you kissed his palm then brought it to your face, letting it trace its way down to your bump as you continued your goodbye.
“Thank you for loving me. And continuing to love me. Us.” Giving him one last kiss that he all but melts into it.
“You can wake up now.”
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The old fashioned alarm clock blares at him and Jack’s eyes snap open, un shed tears on the brim of letting go. His breathing is quickened as he feels the empty space next to him. It was 8am and with a quick glance out the bedroom window he sees the snow beginning to fall. Turning back to the mantle he’s met with your smiling face, a picture from your wedding framed right next to your last ultrasound photo.
He sighs to himself. Just another dream, Jack.
It was better than nothing he supposed.
“Thank you for the visit sugar. Let me get started on that fire for you.”
Warnings: pregnant reader (if that’s not your thing) mild language, husband!Frankie obviously comes with his own warning.
Summary: Your newest comfort activity sends your thoughts into overdrive.
A/N: This is purely based off what I am currently doing to decompress lately. I am not nor have ever been pregnant so I’m just writing off of what I’ve read about. Nothing is in crazy detail when it comes to that. Another little visual a/n at the end. Love of any kind is appreciated. Enjoy y’all. 🤍
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Your phone read 2:30AM.
Of course this would be the time your daughter decides she wants to practice her flips from within the warm confines of your swollen belly.
You were 8 months pregnant and any sleep these days seemed to be partially interrupted by your little bean either jumping on your bladder or with a foot in the rib. This instance being no different.
You turn to your left to see your husband Frankie completely dead to the world. He had been working longer hours lately in preparation for the baby’s arrival, so you could forgive him for the slight snoring and little nose whistles he made but totally denied doing. At least one of us is resting you thought, snickering when the aforementioned nose whistle chimed in. As if on cue, a kick to the side turned your focus back to your daughter as you decided to finally get out of bed. You knew lying there was going to make you start to overthink everything as usual, so you thought if you had to be awake you might as well make use of your time and be productive.
“Ven mija,” running your hand over your bump. “Let’s let daddy sleep.”
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Following a brief stop in the kitchen for a glass of water, you make your way over to your office where your current project sat. In the middle of the room was a large desk with the 2000 piece puzzle you had been working on. The picture of space and the solar system caught your eye during a recent shopping trip, telling Frankie it would be something to keep your mind sharp while also taking it off of the constant planning and worrying about the baby. You had made a pretty good dent in it over the past couple of weeks. Starting with creating the border, then slowly finding patterns and assembling from there. You even got Frankie and the boys in on it one particular afternoon, finding it quite humorous how competitive they ended up being while tackling the suns portion.
“There’s just so much goddamn red and orange!”
“Duh, it’s the sun pendejo!”
Pulling up your exercise ball to sit on, and with a final sip of your drink, you get started on the section you were pretty sure was Neptune, and let the worries of your upcoming arrival slip away, if even for a brief moment.
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Frankie turned over reaching for you only to be met with the coolness of the bed sheet. He sits up on his elbows, sleep ridden eyes scanning the room for you. The light in the bathroom is off, slightly concerning him.
“Hermosa?” he speaks out to the empty room.
He kicks the blanket off, bare feet softly hitting the hardwood floor. He moves quietly through the house when he comes upon the soft glow of light from your ajar office door. He doesn’t want to ruin your concentration so he simply watches you. He knows that you’ve been feeling more anxious getting closer to your due date, this being your place to retreat to. He has no clue why though. You were ready. All the books read, classes taken, motherly advice passed from his own mamá along with yours. Always teaching him new things in the process. In his eyes, you were already the best.
You had a few puzzle pieces in one hand, the paper with the image in the other, studying it while trying to match them in the correct place. The other assorted pieces scattered about in the other half of the box. Yet, you seemed lost in thought.
Wait…did I wash all those new clothes Frankie got from his coworkers? I’m sure I did. Speaking of which, I need to move that dresser. I don’t like it in that corner of the nursery. Nursery, nurse, oh shit I have my checkup tomorrow too.
You stare down to the pieces in your hand and back to the desk.
“Ughhhh! These don’t even fit here!” letting out a frustrated huff and Frankie couldn’t help but laugh, catching you off guard as you look toward the door.
“Fuck Francisco, you can’t just sneak in on me like that! You know I pee myself so easily now!”
“I’m sorry babe, you’re just so intense sometimes. What’s wrong?” pulling up your computer chair and having a seat next to you.
“I can’t find this piece. I have one piece left of whatever goddamn planet this is and I cannot find it. What if I never find it? And then there’s still so much of it left to do. What if we get to the very end and there’s still this one piece that’s just missing? This is the universe saying I’m not ready to finish this puzzle.”
Frankie let you rant. Knowing well that all of this wasn’t actually about the puzzle.
He takes the pieces from your hand gently and places them onto the desk.
“Come here baby,” as he extends his hands out to you, helping you up from the ball to sit in his lap.
“Frankie I’m too heavy right now.”
He shakes his head, chuckling at your disposition. “You are not! Siéntate mi amor.”
He wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand delicately splayed over your bump. He feels a slight kick from where his palm is resting and the two of you giggle.
“She knows it’s you.”
Frankie’s smile grows wide at your words. That dimple of his making your heart flutter with how cute he looks. Heaven help you if your daughter inherits that from him.
You both sit there for a moment. Enjoying the quiet of the early morning while you still could before Frankie breaks the silence.
“You know, that piece will show up soon. I mean, look how far you’ve already come with this. All these other parts came together. This one will too. And you know I’m always here if you need a fresh set of eyes,” sending a wink your way.
He always knew what to say.
“Thank you cariño.” bringing your hands up to caress the apples of his cheeks and leaning into him with a sweet kiss.
“Anytime mami. Now c’mon,” placing a quick peck to your forehead, “let’s get back to bed. We have your appointment in the morning.”
“I have to go to the bathroom first. I don’t know if it was that water or your sneaky ass scaring me but I’ll meet you back there in a minute.”
Frankie helps you up off his lap and grins at the little waddle you have in your step. He gets up, yawning while giving his limbs a good stretch when something on the floor catches his eye. He reaches under the desk to find a piece of the puzzle. About the same color as the area of the planet you were currently working on.
Hmmm, I wonder…
He picks it up, looming over the table as he places it in the center of the picture, stepping back to assess his contribution.
I’ll tell her in the morning. As he reaches for the switch to turn off the light and head to your bedroom.
His missing piece falling perfectly into place.
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A/N: So I am actually in the process of putting a 2K piece Pokémon puzzle together which spawned inspiration for this fic. It’s kind of a mess rn but LOOK YALL!! 😂
