Rating: PG-13 (language, mentions of a “sleepover”)

Summary:Dating your best friend’s brother always comes with challenges. Benny doesn’t want to know any of the details about your relationship until he begins to wonder where he fits. | Ft. “Are you a thing now?” Requested by anon.

Pairing:Best Friend!Benny x Reader | Boyfriend!Will x Reader

Warnings: Some fluff, Benny being an annoying best friend, a little insecurity, some swears. That’s about it.

Word Count:2.3k 

The moving playing in the background was one you’d seen at least a thousand times. Somewhere along the way, it became something of a comfort film - watched at least once any time Benny joined you for a movie night - and you were waiting for him to start quoting the villain’s lines aloud as he tilted his head to glance up at you.

Knowing him, the words on the tip of his tongue were either that or a train of thought only you would be privy to.

Benny’s position on your lap, head resting on your thigh and popcorn bowl resting on his stomach, was one that he’d adopted not long after you became friends. It was natural, easy, but you often joked that it made you feel like his therapist when he abandoned the movie to ask you questions that often lead to rethinking the ways of the universe. 

“So, are you, like, a thing now?”

Unlike his previous questions - your thoughts on aliens, whether mankind is inherently good, how many marshmallows you imagined he could fit into his mouth and whether he would choke on them - there was no need to ask where this one came from or who he was referring to. 

For nearly three months, you’d been seeing Will. It started slowly - neither of you were interested in rushing into something, let alone something with one another lest it leave you both in an awkward spot - but things were starting to get serious.

To friends that didn’t know him and strangers, you now referred to Will as your boyfriend. Benny knew - was the first to know, told by both you and Will the moment you decided to give one another a chance - but rarely asked for specifics. He knew enough to be kept in the loop - knew that you’d been spending more time together and that you’d moved beyond just getting to know one another romantically - but this was the first time he’d asked for clarity.

Still, you weren’t exactly surprised that he was asking now. When his early morning call - asking if you wanted to meet for breakfast as he’d been busy with training and you’d been busy with work, leaving you both unable to spend any time together - was answered by Will, it was bound to happen.

Despite the question - and your expectation that it was to come - Benny’s curiosity about your love life was rarely serious. He’d joked time and again that he didn’t want to know anything about your relationship with Will - he grimaced exaggeratedly and downed his beer the first time he saw Will wrap his arm around your shoulders - so you rolled your eyes and laughed at his question.

“Why?” As you reached for the popcorn, you fixed him with a raised brow and a playful grin. “You jealous, Miller?”

Though the question was lobbed at him in jest, a teasing jab meant to make him laugh, Benny seemed to take it a touch too literally. Something unfamiliar - something sad, anxious - flashed in his eyes as his cheeks flushed a warm pink. With a scoff, he sat up and shook his head as he averted his gaze.

“Fuck no,” he declared, not bothering to spare a glance in your direction. “I love you but not like that.”

The refutation was strong, one that carried more weight than a simple rebuttal should have, and was followed by another shake of his head. In the moment of silence that followed, Benny raked a hand through his hair - unweighted by the ratty cap he wore so often - and tapped his foot as he reached out for his beer as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

It struck you then, as you watched him furrow his brows and reach for the abandoned beer bottle on the coffee table, just how similar he and Will could be. Though Will seemed like the picture of stoicism upon first meeting him, he truly cared for the people in his life. His care was quieter than Benny’s - fewer words, more actions - but both Miller brothers wore their hearts on their sleeves around those lucky enough to be part of their lives. Benny could be rash, impulsive, but in the moments that mattered - moments like this - he took a page from his older brother’s book and fell silent as he tried to decide how to continue.

“I’m not jealous.” The repetition was unnecessary as you both knew that wasn’t the case - as much shit as everyone gave you, your relationship with Benny was strictly platonic and always had been - but his reaction gave you pause. There was, obviously, something simmering beneath the surface and it brought a frown to your lips as Benny took a pull from his now warm beer.

As he seemed to lose himself in his train of thought, you hesitantly attempted to answer the question that prompted the conversation. “I mean…” You paused for a moment to really consider where you and Will stood.

The relationship was exclusive - it had been all along, even if neither of you explicitly said anything in the beginning - and you could see yourself falling in love with him but that was not something you felt necessary to share with Benny in that moment. The relationship was one of the most stable you’d had in years, something you attributed to starting off so slowly, and you saw a future with Will in a way that you hadn’t with anyone else.

“Yeah,” you finally confirmed. “We’re a thing.” There was a moment of hesitation before you asked, “Is that… are you okay with that?”

Benny nodded quickly and nearly dropped the bottle onto the table as he returned it. “Yeah,” he confirmed, pausing momentarily to clear his throat. “It’s… yeah. Of course I’m good with it. I just…”

A beat of silence passed as Benny frowned. He shook his head once more before turning to glance at you. “Look,” he began, voice as serious as you’d ever heard him. “I’m happy for you. You and Will are perfect for each other. Just… say you get serious. That’s great,” he acknowledged, certain and firm in his declaration. “But what happens when Friday nights are date nights, not movie nights. And when dinner after a fight is just you and Will, not the three of us. And what happens if you break up? I know you’re both all tough and emotionally constipated and shit but it’d be weird. I’d lose my best friend and be pissed off at my brother.“

Though Benny no longer had any problem being vulnerable with you, this was the most honest - and serious - he’d been about his feelings in a long while. It made your chest ache as you studied the frown that looked so out of place on his face. Without a second thought, your expression mirrored his.

“Benny.” A soft sigh escaped your mouth as you reached out for him. When he frowned, eager to swat you away before you could pull him into an embrace, you tapped his hand away before tugging him closer. “You’re my best friend. I don’t say this often because your ego would be too big for my fucking house but I look forward to the time I get to spend with you. Movie nights are the highlight of my week when we can make them happen. And post dinner fights give me the perfect opportunity to make fun of you for getting your ass kicked. I’m not gonna give that up.”

Narrowed blue eyes met yours as you glanced at the man you’d grown so close to. You could see that there was an argument on the tip of his tongue - likely about his fighting, eager to deflect the conversation from something so serious - but you pressed on.

“Will knows that nothing between us is going to change. Before we decided to give us a shot, we sat down and talked through all the tough shit. One of the beauties of knowing Will before trying to really get to know him, I think. Just know that this,” you gestured between the pair of you and tilted your head to glance at Benny, “is good. We’re good. Right?”

A soft laugh escaped Benny as he tossed one arm over your shoulders before reaching for his beer. “Yeah,” he agreed with a nod, “we’re good. I really am happy for you both. It’s just… weird.” He paused for a moment to scrutinize you, blue eyes narrowed as he studied you, before he shook his head. “You know, I try but I just can’t figure out what he sees in you.”

A surprised gasp escaped before you shoved Benny away and reached for an abandoned pillow. “Oh, fuck you,” you laughed as you tossed the pillow in his direction. “I’m a complete catch and your brother is smart enough to understand that.”

“Mm.” Benny shrugged as he drained the remainder of his beer. He turned to glance at you with a badly hidden grin and glimmering eyes. “Poor guy.” 

Benny stood, easily dodging the next pillow you tossed his way, and laughed as he wandered through the living room to the kitchen. “You’re a pain in my ass, Miller, you know that?”

He shrugged as he returned with two bottles in hand and a bright grin on his lips. “You would’t have it any other way.” The declaration was confident, easy - a return to the man you called your best friend - and made you roll your eyes as he settled back onto the couch at your side.

After a few moments of comfortable silence - during which Benny actually seemed to pay attention to the movie - you turned to glance at him. He raised a brow and glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “What’re you starin’ at, creep?”

“You’d really be pissed at Will if we broke up, even if it was my fault?”

Benny, who likely forgot he’d even said it, shrugged as he considered your question. “Depends on what you did,” he answered after a moment. “If he deserved it, probably.”

A surprised laugh escaped as you shook your head and reached for the bowl of popcorn. “I kinda love you. You know that, right?”

Another shrug from Benny as he nudged your beer closer to you and tilted his head to meet your eyes. “Mm. If you really loved me, though, you’d share the fucking popcorn.”

Instead of waiting, Benny reached out and snatched the bowl from your hand with a triumphant grin. You allowed him to keep it, not bothering to put up a fight, and shook your head as you sank back into the cushions to finish the film. 

Once more, the silence only lasted a moment as the sound of a car door closing caught Benny’s attention. When the door closing was followed by footsteps on your porch and the jingle of keys, he frowned. He turned his attention to the door as the lock turned, momentarily on edge, before he turned to you. Benny raised an eyebrow as he sat up straight and glanced between you and the door. “He has a key? Come on, that’s more than a thing,” he declared, though you could hear the hint of laughter that tinged his voice.

As the door swung open and the thud of Will’s boots hitting the floor echoed through the house, you shrugged. “Well, ‘thing’ was fucking vague. That’s your fault.” You pointed your bottle at him and raised a brow as he shook his head. “He’s my boyfriend, Benny, he has a key. I’ve got a key to his place, too,” you admitted with a laugh as Will stepped into the living room and offered you a smile. “You really think I’m getting up at the crack of dawn to lock up after he leaves to go to the gym with you? Please.”

Benny made a face at the idea of Will sleeping over - just as he’d pretended to retch the moment Will answered your phone - and blinked as he glanced between you both. “Gross. Your love is disgusting, I hope you know that.”

Will shook his head as he dropped his backpack beside the couch and settled onto the arm at your side. As he did so, Benny moved to stand from the couch. “You can just say that you hit a dry spell. We won’t make fun of you,” Will offered, grin badly hidden as Benny glared at him.

“Speak for yourself, babe.” Benny grimaced at the pet name and rolled his eyes as you shot him a bright grin. “I will absolutely make fun of you.” 

“Alright, fuck both of you.” It was said with a laugh as he reached for his cellphone and the hat he’d discarded on the table but before he could move any further, you shook your head.

“Sit back down, Benny,” you huffed, not bothering to glance at Will as he gave your hand a quick squeeze. “The movie’s not over yet.”

Benny glanced between you and Will - though he seemed uncertain as to what he was searching for - before he nodded and crossed the small distance to the loveseat. He dropped onto it and stretched out - head and legs hanging over the sides - before turning to look at Will. “You ever seen this one?”

Will moved from the arm of the couch to the spot Benny had just occupied and tossed an arm over your shoulders as he pretended to think for a moment. “Don’t think so,” he finally answered, barely bothering to look at the screen. He squeezed your thigh to keep you from blurting out that that was a lie - you’d made him watch it less than a week ago - and shrugged as he offered, “We could start it over, if you two don’t mind. Wanna see what the excitement’s about.”

As Benny launched into a passionate defense of the movie, eager to halt any potential argument Will could make before he could make it, Will tilted his head to give you a smile. Though Benny had valid reasons to worry, and though the future is never guaranteed, you couldn’t help but think that there would be no future without the Miller brothers in your life.

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Author’s Note: I know Will is barely in this but, like. I’m a Benny girl, what can I say. I’m making a little progress on my next fic (Rick Flag) and then I’m going to try to get a Pedro character fic up (Din or Frankie, most likely; possibly Javi G). Anyway! I’ve written something! Now I’m gonna go continue my Enterprise binge.

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Maid Cafe (Frankie Morales x Reader)

character: Frankie Morales - Triple Frontier

summary : There’s a new maid cafe in town, and Frankie and his friends had to check it out!

word count :1.2k

warnings : the reader wears a maid outfit, reader is thick :3 , implied age gap (not specified), no use of y/n, reader uses they/them, slight fluff!

comments : i actually wrote this for someone else, but since i don’t write for them anymore, i revamped it to fit Frankie! theres another old one that i would like to fit into one of Pedro’s characters but i’m still debating on who hehe lil sneek peek of it, picnic date! (also ill fix the divider thing at the end later sorry!)

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Ben learned of a maid cafe that had recently opened, and that it had already received positive feedback the first week it was open, with customers stating that the cafe is pleasant, has great food, and the maids themselves are all pretty. So it was only natural for Benny to invite the guys to the intriguing cafe.

The moment they enter, two maids welcomed them, adressing them as ‘masters’. One of the two approached them with a welcoming smile, escorting them to their seats, dismissing themself after giving them the menu.

They paused to take in their surroundings. The walls are painted light pink, while the floor and ceiling are white. Surprisingly, despite the bright colors, the room feels welcoming and pleasant. The cream chairs and tables also help to pull the space together. There’s also a showcase of delectable desserts, including a variety of cakes and ice cream flavors. The waitresses themselves are dressed in different pastel colored maid outfits.

After a few moments, you approached them and introduced yourself as their maid. You go on to describe the cafe’s set norms as well as the various amusements guests can order, such as a photograph with a maid of their choice. After you’d finished talking, you asked the guys whether they were ready to order, and you took it when they said yes.

“This place is pretty legit, huh. I feel out of place here.” Will states, the others nodding in agreement. As the guys conversed, Frankie eyed you from across the room. The light blue outfit you wore fitting your form to a T. You were chubbier than the rest of the maids, but to Frankie, that just made it better.

“Quit it, you know you’re not allowed to make moves on the maids,” the others said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“What? “All I’m doing is staring.”

“We all know you’re going to flirt with them as soon as they come back.”

“I’m not going to, but it wouldn’t hurt to look.”

“Suure, suure,  oh wait! Isn’t there a way to request a photo with them? Why don’t you get one?”

“That’s a little excessive.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just a photo, what could possibly go wrong?”

The conversation came to a halt as they notice your figure approaching their table, laying their orders on the table. Every meal was cutely adorned, with sauces drawn in the shape of animals while the drinks sprinkled with edible glitter. “Wait, before you go, we’d like to request a pic with you.”

Frankie glares at Will, perplexed. “Of course, you can! One of each, yes?”

“Nope, only one, with him.” He triumphantly declares, pointing to a flustered Frankie. You smile lightly, informing them that the picture will be taken after payment is made.

“You. Are. Welcome.” Frankie looks at him, puzzled and slightly enraged. “For what? Embarrasing me?”

“Oh please! It’s a good chance to woo them.”

“Did you forget the fact that i’m not allowed to?”

“Forget the rules! They could be the one or something.”

“When did you get all sappy.”

“Relax, Fish. Just take the damn pic, Will’s paying anyway.” Santi suggests. “Wait, what do you mean im paying?!”

“It’s only fair; it was your idea, and you’re forcing him to carry it out.”

Will sighs, “Fine.”

As they ultimately delved into their meal, the topic faded from their minds. Frankie can’t help but be nervous. He hasn’t dated anyone in a long time, let alone someone like you. Innocent, young and cute, a mere opposite of him.

You visit the four men’s table after they’ve finished their meals, asking how their food tastes and offering them the check while you lay the empty dishes on the tray. You nod gratefully as you accept their pleasant responses and the check, remembering to smile as you depart from their table.

While waiting for their payment to be processed, your gaze is drawn to the man with whom you are about to take a picture. You take note of his features; his cap, which had been off while he ate, had already been reapplied, concealing his dark brown curls. His mustache was neat, yet his scruff was uneven but rather appealing. But there’s something about his dark brown eyes that draws you in. His looks appears rugged at first, but if you look into those eyes, you’ll notice a gentleness radiating from him.

The ding of the register jolts you out of your reverie, and you compose yourself before returning to their table. “I apologize for the delay; we can take the picture now!”

You motion them to follow you to another room, where they will find a small studio. You explain how this will work to Frankie, “Before we shoot the picture, I’ll let you pick out any props or accessories you’d like me or yourself to use. After the photo is taken, I’ll personalize the photo for you using stickers and markers. If you let me of course!”

Frankie gives you a quiet nod and a little grin to put you at ease. He walks up to the table, which is laden with props and accessories, and the others follow. “Put these ears on!” Ben made a suggestion.

Ben removed his cap and clipped the dog ears into his hair before Frankie could even refuse, while Santi handed you the cat ears. “Do you want me to put the collar on as well?” “No!” Frankie screamed, eyes wide. “ It’s all right!” He averted his gaze to hide his blush.

“Is that all for the accessories?” you inquire, slightly adjusting your dress. Frankie nods once again, afraid that if he speaks, his words would betray him.

Nodding, you gesture him to the set, encouraging him to strike a pose. He hesitantly raises one hand to form a paw, smiling as the photographer takes the image, ignoring the guys’ laughs. You dash to the photographer to get the photograph and present it to Frankie. “Is it all you’d like it to be?” “It looks all right.” “Great! I’ll go ahead and decorate it right now; don’t worry, I’ll be quick!“ Before approaching the desk with the decorating supplies, give him a friendly grin.

You attach the light blue and light brown stickers to match both your clothing, as well as draw a few mini cats and dogs to fit the motif, returning your gaze at the men before you place something else on the back of the picture. You quickly dry the photo by fanning it, wrapping it in a protective film then placing it in a small envelope. Last but not least, you sign your name and a ‘come back soon!’ on the front of the letter.

“Here it is! I’ll take you all to the entrance now!” You hand Frankie the envelope and head for the door as he takes it. “Thank you very much for taking the time to come by! We look forward to seeing you again soon!” You smile as you wave at them and watch them fade away. 

He finally arrives at his own house after dropping off his pals at their homes. He took out the letter and opened it, sighing as he sat on his couch, appreciating your gorgeous self as well as your pretty writing and decoration. He was about to put it back in the envelope when he finally noticed the back. 

Hi! Here’s my number! Call me! <3