A/N:I have been wanting to challenge myself to write a drabble a day for a whole month for quite some time now, and I finally decided to just go for it. The goal is to fill every prompt on this listby@creativepromptsforwriting with a short one shot (500 - 2k words) by the end of June. Can I do it? I do not know. But let’s find out! - Today I am going WAY out of my comfort zone and taking a stab at Frankie Morales for the first time. This will eventually be linked to a longer series, but for now it can and should be read as a stand alone that takes place about two years after the events of TF. Any and all feedback on this would be very welcome as this is my first stab at Francisco, and I’d love to know your thoughts!
Word Count : 2k
Warnings: language, mention of drug use, mentions of violence, slight hint of zest, lots of smooching, Francisco cannot keep his hands to himself. nor should he.
Summary:A lot has changed in Frankie’s life since he and the guys returned from the failed mission in the Columbian jungle, and not all of those changes have been easy. But one major change has become the biggest constant in his life - you.
These goddamn things are fuckin’ heavy.
Frankie blew out a breath that turned into a grunt as he dropped the two bags of top soil he’d been carrying, the packages hitting the ground with a dense thud. He had already hauled four of them from where he was parked in the driveway to where he stood now, in front of the raised garden beds you’d helped him build the previous weekend. It was going to look great when it was finished - you were planting a combination of roses and lilacs - and he knew that he wouldn’t regret it once the work was done and the plants were in place. But there were another four bags in the bed of his truck that needed to be moved, and he already knew he would feel the ache of all the bending and lifting for several days.
I’m getting too old for this shit.
Brushing the palms of his work gloves together, he rid them of excess dirt. Clumps of dark brown soil fell as he used one hand to adjust his hat, specks of it landing on his cheek and sticking to the thin layer of sweat that glazed over him in the summer heat. A grinding sensation stuttered down from his scapula to the muscles in the middle of his back as he rolled his shoulder in a circular motion, and Frankie let out a sound that was somewhere between a huff and a groan as he prepared himself to move another hundred and sixty pounds of dirt across the yard.
Pairing:Frankie Morales x Female Reader x Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia
Word Count: 7,705
Rating: Explicit. (language, sexual acts, sexual contact with two separate men)
Summary:This is it: the moment when things change between you and Pope … what happens between the two of you - and how do you handle it? But just as importantly, how do Pope and Frankie handle it?
Author’s note:
I am so damn sorry that this has taken so long to get out. I didn’t forget about them, I just got really sidetracked with other things. But we’re back! Thank you all for being so patient with me.
He would have stopped if he’d wanted to. You knew that - you knew exactlyhow he would have reacted - freezing and then straightening all the way up, pulling himself away from you and out of your hold, hands leaving your body without hesitation as he turned away and spluttered out an excuse. But Pope didn’t do any of those things, and before you knew it, he was kissing you, the man’s lips soft and warm against yours.
I appreciate how you didn’t have Pope and the reader immediately have sex. It felt real that they shared a couple of kisses and are now taking some time to process how they feel and how they’re going to move forward. I also admire Frankie because I don’t know how he’s not feeling jealous. I know I couldn’t do it!
