#Lacina Dumas
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For the Longest Time: Scenes (From an Italian Restaurant)
Santiago Garcia x Lacina Dumas
Francisco Morales x Jana Fernandez
William Miller x Lorelei Giang
Benjamin Miller x Alice McCarthy
Special Guest: Cameron MacDonald
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Summary: Individual scenes from the perspectives of all the characters with a sneak peak to someone yet to be introduced.
Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence, pregnancy, potential for miscarriage but it doesn't happen. Mentions of sexual abuse, hinting of bulimia. Usual themes.
A/N BONUS CHAPPY. I tried by very best with vietnamese but I don't have any vietnamese friends so ask, but i took a good amount of googling and tried to make it sound natural.
Once again, Romana's fics do not pass the Bechel test. I need help. I am a horrible feminist.
Santi
When Santi reached the ER, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around Laci's waist. She was wearing a short pink skirt, and he knew she wouldn't want her underwear out for everyone to see. Laci hadn't said anything the whole ride, nor the whole doctors visit, and that was expected. She was so checked out, in shock... it had been a long time since Santi saw her like this. The 1000 mile, dead-eye stare and the blood on her pretty face reminded him so much of the day he found her that he found himself having flashbacks.
Santi could not believe he let this happen. All the times he promised her he'd never let anyone hurt her again, and yet he had. It was who he had least expected, a member of his own family laid a hand on his wife, and Santi was going to make him pay. Will and Lorelei couldn't protect him forever.
The hospital was especially hard. Santi was reminded, as he stood by the bedside holding her hand of when they first took her to the embassy, how she had to endured interview after interview and exam after exam, retraumatizing her over and over.
To his extreme relief, it seemed she and the baby were okay.
"You here that, Lacina?" Santi spoke gently, squeezing her hand. "He's alright, our son is okay... everything is alright...." He caressed her soft hair. Laci didn't speak, but her eyes began to fill with tears, and soon Santi's did too "I'm sorry for everything, princess. I'm sorry for how it's been, but babygirl" He kiss her forehead, right on the scar she always tried to hide. "Nothing matters more than you, nothing matters more than our family. Last name, baptism, everything, it's yours."
They had to answer a few questions with a police officer, given the nature of what happened. Once it was clear Santi hadn't hurt Laci, Laci giving her statement via notes app, the officer asked if she wanted to press charges against Ben. Santi assured her she could, that he'd support her the whole way. He loved Ben, hell he still did. That was his brother. But he hurt Laci. Laci, of all goddamn people while she was in the stage of pregnancy most venerable to miscarriages from falls, and he knew, he fucking knew she miscarried before. After Santi, Ben knew the most of what she endured, outside of her therapist.
But Santi knew before she ever answered that she wouldn't press charges.
When they got home, Santi carried her to bed, and went to get her some water and food. He knew she didn't really want to eat, anxiety always surprising her appetite, but he knew she'd try for their baby, sweet thing that she was. She's already such a good mom.
He brought her pizza rolls, and climbed into bed with her, keeping the lights on. She didn't like the darkness when she was triggered.
Laci's small hand grabbed, and he turned to see her pale blue eyes pleading.
"What is it, baby?"
It was then she explained. Laci signed, and where she couldn't she typed. Ben didn't hurt her. Alice did. This, of course, made a lot more sense than Ben slapping Laci, but the other part of what she saw was far more shocking. Alice was abusing Ben. Santi had to admit, he was in a little disbelief at first. Ben was 6'2, strong as hell and well... a man. Alice was short and...
But slowly it started to make sense, all the pieces. Of course, she wouldn't start out hitting him, she'd have broken him down like they saw her do over and over again until he was at the point where he wouldn't fight back. It all became more and more clear... and more and more painful.
Their family was in shambles, and Santi felt embarrassed for threatening Ben when he was already going through so much... but fuck, how could he just let Alice do that to Laci? And how could he tell Laci he doesn't want to be at their wedding, the wedding of two people who were his best friends. This wasn't the Ben he knew, the Benny that would die for Laci...
Santi held her close and fed her pizza rolls until he finally saw her smile again.
When she fell asleep, he went to call Will.
Will
Ben was pouting on his couch, and Will was now wishing he'd let Lore join, but he didn't want to give her the added stress this far in to her pregnancy. She was sitting in the car right now, on the phone with her sister who she was trying her damndest to rebuild a relationship with. Rene would be the only aunt Chloe had biologically, and she wanted them to have a relationship, even if she was a pain. Lorelei had offered to come with Will, she wanted too, but Will said he needed to do this by himself. So, they compromised with Lorelei in the car.
Will and Ben are no strangers to physical altercations with each other. He wasn't sure why he was yelling at his brother who he just found out was being abused by his girlfriend and frankly, he didn't get it. At all. It wasn't because Ben was a man, it was because he didn't understand how Ben could stay with her. Hadn't he been through enough? Hadn't he seen how much their mom suffered with Paul, why would he put himself through that?
Couldn't he see how loved he was by their family? He lost Laci, and for what? Getting his ass beat?
Ben argued he didn't know what he was talking about, that Lac was unreliable and 'always was overdramatic', which made Will yell more. Laci was emotional, yes. She was also very sensitive, but Will refused to treat those as bad things. The implication of her being 'dramatic' about the things that happened didn't sit right when talking about a girl who until recently, her entire life had been defined by nonstop tragedy.
Will heard Lorelei yelling outside the front door.
Quickly, he went to open it to find Lorelei, face to face with Alice. He had never moved so fast in his entire life, placing himself in front of his pregnant girlfriends. They were a few feet above the ground on the wide front step, and after learning what Alice did to Laci, he wasn't letting Lorelei take a fall again.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Will seethed at the much smaller woman glaring up at him. He wanted to hit her, he wanted to hurt her so goddamn damn for what she's done to his brother and to the woman who is no different than a sister to him. For the anger and fighting that her actions have caused with everyone in their family. But Will didn't hit women. He didn't care if it wasn't equal treatment, it wasn't who he was. It wasn't who Ben was either, which she probably knew. Someone who wouldn't fight back.
Alice scoffed. "I live here, Jackass."
Will knew Ben wanted her to move in, he told Will, Pope and Fish 2 months back. They all said he was insane, moving his girlfriend in after 3 months but Ben said he didn't want to here it from Will and Santi. Will said his living situation with Lorelei and Santi with Laci was completely different than Ben and Alice, but Ben wasn't listening. What didn't know was she already lived there.
"Well, not anymore, get the fuck out." Behind his back, Will tried to nudge Lorelei to move down the stairs, but instead she moved towards the house. No doubt ready to protect Ben like she had before. It made him worry, but he also knew Lorelei did not have Laci's softness. She would throw hands right back, 8 month belly and all. He'd make sure it never got to that point, but goddamn did the idea of it make him love her even more, and he didn't think that was possible.
Benny
He couldn't sleep. The night was long anyway, Alice and him arguing back and forth. He wasn't his best, he yelled at her, she said he scared her... that broke his heart. He was becoming his dad. He watched Laci fall to the floor 5 months pregnant and did nothing about it. He let Alice tell Jana, the best mom he's known since his grandma, the woman who saved Franks life that was a bad mom and girlfriend.
His face hurt, but more importantly he felt disgusted in his skin. Nothing felt like his. His face felt numb from the ice pack Alice put on his lip. She was good like that. Everything ached. He didn't want to get undressed, he didn't like the way his body looked, but when he wanted to just go to bed, Alice accused him of not being attracted to her. She said withholding affection was an abuse tactic, so Ben made love to her, hoping to god he could prove to her he wasn't gay. He wasn't. He wasn't. None of that in the past was real.
So now, she was lying next to him, both were naked and all he wanted was to get redressed... but first, he needs a release. Pulling on his sweats again, Ben headed to the fridge.
Frankie
"And then, and THEN!" Frankie shouts, raising his hands in frustration as he washed the dishes. "Kyle said 'per my last email' can you fucking believe that! He said that, OUT LOUD, not in an email, not in a meeting, but at the fucking water cooler!"
When Jana, who was laying on the couch after eating too much and watching Blipi with Rosie, didn't respond, Frankie turned to look at her, scrubby in one hand, and plate in the other and his tan shirt sleeves rolled up. Rosie was on the carpet, half-watching and half playing with GI-Joe dolls, but if you tried to touch the TV she'd scream. Normally, Jana loved listening to his work gossip. She had no skin in the game, and since it didn't really cause Frankie any genuine stress she liked listening. Frankie could quit anytime.
The money from Lorea paid for the house, their cars, a good savings and a college fund for Rosie as well as 10 year CD's. Those were Jana's idea when it was clear how much Frankie was spending on coke. Frankie didn't have as much left as Will or Santi, but they were stable. Jana moving back in back in March and her recent promotion left them in a good spot. They'd be able to start a college fund for this new baby and provide a life that Frankie never had for their children. If work became too stressful, Frankie could leave, and he probably would when the baby was born, but right now it provided him stability and a sense of normalcy he had craved. He also found out that off coke and booze, he was pleasant as hell and was highly liked at work. He liked it.
When he turned, he knew immediately something was wrong. Jana was laying on the couch in her bonnet, having just gotten her hair done for Laci's wedding. Bohemian box braids, mostly her real hair since it was so long but had some fake blue locks. Jana's bridesmaid dress was blue, so she wanted to match.
"Hey mama." He said down the dishes, drying his hands as he walks over, "What's wrong? Nausea?" Alfredo usually made her stomach hurt, but she was craving it so Frankie was happy to cook for her. Between that and early pregnancy, it could be a lot of things.
She shook her head.
"Is it your braids?" He knew how much fresh braids could hurt.
She shook her head again.
Frankie frown, kneeling beside her. "Well, what's wrong then?" Whatever it was, he'd fix it. Can't have his precious girlfriend crying, especially not while pregnant with his baby.
Her lower lips quivered when she met his eyes and soon enough Jana was crying. Jana was not a cryer. Laci? Laci cries for everything, soft thing she was. Jana? The last time he saw Jana crying was when she was chewing him out for abandoning her and Rosie for a week.
"Oh, bebita, come here!" Frankie sat on the couch and pulled her into his arms, careful not to touch her tender head. "What's wrong?"
Jana sobbed into his shirt, making Rosie pause her play. Rosie stood up, rushing over to Jana and climbing up on her moms lap to give her a strong hug. "Mama don't be sad!" She put a little hand on Jana's face and kissed her cheek. "I love you! You're so pwetty!"
This made Jana chuckle, pulling her daughter tightly into her arms as she snuggled against her boyfriend. "I love you, and you're so pretty too." She kissed the crown of Rosie's puffy hair. "I love you so much, baby girl. Daddy and I ain't ever gonna let nothing happen to you, okay mami? Estás a salvo con nosotros. No dejes que nadie te haga daño, nena. Solo mereces amor suave."
Frankie understood what was hurting Jana so badly now. She was worried about Ben. Of course she was, Jana had known Benny since before he could legally drink, she loved him, often proclaiming he was her favorite. Since dating Alice, Ben pulled away from them all, not just Laci. It was subtle at first, but the damn if his presence wasn't missed. What Frankie failed to realize was how it affected Jana. Yes, Ben pulled away from Laci and everyone knew how badly it hurt her, but Jana missed Ben too. She just didn't have space to grieve.
Frankie had said that he'd fix whatever it was that was making her cry... but he didn't know how to fix this.
Lorelei
She rolled her eyes.
"Không, mẹ, chúng ta sẽ không kết hôn. Mẹ, con đã biết anh ấy một năm. Oh my god. MOM. Jesus- mom do you- moooooom. đéo. Oh, for fu- no, me, I wasn't swearing!."
Lorelei was on the couch, trying to explain to her mom that she was dating Will but they weren't getting married. Not right now anyway. Will was massaging her poor swollen feet, but smirking. He knew that Lorelei would get riled up and they'd end up fucking out that frustration here in a minute.
Lorelei sighed. "We don't know right now, but it's looking like we're going to work the harvest, then try to sell it after." She was talking about the farm. "Well no, I'm not gonna be a farmwife- well I could! Just because I like make-up- Okay, no, I don't want to deal with cows- oh my god."
Lorelei her phone on the swollen boobs and put it on speaker, looking to Will with an annoyed but over it expression, eyebrow raised. She was so exhausted from her mom, and wanted to make sure Will understood what it was like with her. Will was always empathetic, but now was a great chance for him to see the bullshit himself.
"I'm just saying, maybe if you put a little more effort into yourself you'd attract the right kind of man, instead of a farmer. Now, I know I know you said he isn't a farmer, military right? Does some motivational speaking? Well, I'm sorry, Yen but that's not a real job. Have you ever heard of keto? My friend Betty, remember her? Alex's friends mom? Well, she lost 40 pounds on it. I know your pregnant blah blah blah but I think if you start on the baby weight now, you can get a jump start. I saw your most recent picture on facebook honey. You know I never gained more than 15 pounds with you 3. You were my heaviest pregnancy. If you aren't careful, em bé is going to be-"
Will snatched the phone out off of Lorelei, taking it off speaker and away from Lorelei who was just sitting there listening to her mom rail on her very normal amount of weight gain.
"Hi, Mrs. Tran? This is William Miller, how are you? Yes, I'm so glad we could finally talk." He began to walk away, motioning for Lore to rest. He laughs. "Oh yes, that's so true!... We'd love for you to come visit-" Lorelei's eyes widened in panic, but Will understood her without even seeing her reaction. "But I think I'd love to visit where Lore grew up, so maybe we can plan a trip to Philly. Yeah? Wonderful, let's do that some time. Oh no, she didn't tell me about that, but I'd love to hear about how the book club meeting, I'm all ears... What, really?... Well that was rude... Yes, Pride and Prejudice is a classic... Debbie wouldn't know a good book if it hit her in the face..."
Lorelei heard her mom laugh over the phone, and Will winked at her. She rested.
Jana
"Listen, no to be gross." Lorelei started, watching Laci and Santi say bye. It was sickly sweet, but Lorelei was clearly over it wanting to get a move on. They had finished saying goodbye to Will and Frankie and Rose5 minutes ago, and they had to get checked in. Jana had long suspected Ben may not be in the wedding and he certainly wasn't doing any man of honor stuff with Laci so Jana stepped up, booking her, Laci and Ben a night away at a spa. Laci's wedding was going to be incredibly small, nonchalant. A cute little backyard wedding, something to not overwhelm her, but Jana thought she deserved nice things. When it was clear Ben wasn't coming, they had invited Lorelei. Luckily, Jana was able to switch the package to a prenatal one since all three were pregnant. It was well deserved on their parts, Jana thought, they all had been through a lot.
"Nothing is more gross than this." Jana replied but with no real edge. She was happy for not only Laci, but Santi too. As long as she'd known him, Santi had never been this happy, and after his mom and sister died within a few years... well, it was nice to see him at peace. Laci was good for him.
Lorelei leaned in, watching the mushy couple hug each other. "You ever wonder what their sex life is like?"
Jana laughed at that. "I know way more than I ever needed to." To be fair, Laci also knew Jana's sex life which involved whips and bondage. "You know she calls him daddy. It's his name on her phone."
Audibly gagging, Lorelei laughs. "That it does not surprise me that she's into that one bit, but I just don't see Santi as a daddy dom type."
"Oh it's not really a dom/sub situation. The actual sex is quite vanilla as you might imagine with her history. She just likes being taken care of, and Santi likes taking care of her.." She turned to Lorelei. "You don't call Will daddy?"
Lorelei laughed brightly at that. Goddamn she was pretty, a fucking sight to see. Lorelei was the kind of girl Jana would have perused when broken up with Frank if she hadn't remained so helplessly in love with the precious man. "I mostly call him annoying! Do you call Frankie daddy?"
"No," Jana giggled. "I mostly say sir in those scenario's. It's like I say." Jana pats her stomach, not yet showing. "I'm submissive and breedable."
"Are you?"
"Breedable? Obviously, neither thing 1 or thing 2 were planned, but those bad boy keep breaking through. And by bad boys I mean Frankie's jizz."
Grimacing, Lore continued to laugh while Santi and Laci talked to each other like talking to a baby. "Yeah, I got that! I meant the submissive part. You seem like a very... in control woman."
"Oh! Oh yeah, no, I am. Except in bed." Jana liked knowing her family was safe and in her hands. The burden of the day to day planning was in her hands, and it wasn't something she minded. It wasn't like she did everything physically; Frankie was a supportive partner and loving father, she was going to marry the fuck out of him some day. When they were separated, Jana could hand Rosie off to Frankie for a week or more and trust that her baby was safe, healthy, and on her normal routine (unless Santi was over). In fact, this night away all she had to tell Frankie was that Rosie's favorite stuffie was in the wash. Everything else, he was well prepared.
No, Francisco was capable, and if Jana was ever sick or needed him to take over more, he would, always. He cooked wonderful means for her to come home to and packed her lunch. In the end, it came down to want. She wanted to do this for her family, she wanted to take the stress of Frankie's pretty little head. She didn't want him to worry about Rosie's and his appointments, because and would tell him where to go and when. It was something Jana loved doing for her lover. And in return, Frankie would take over in bed, fucking her senseless with orgasm after orgasm and make her loose every single thought in her head that wasn't his mouth or cock or massive fucking hands.
Yeah, Jana liked control, and right now with Ben she felt out of fucking control and she hated it. She needed this weekend away.
"Alright, that's enough." Jana went over to the sappy pair. Normally, if neither were pregnant, Jana could just pick Laci up, but instead she settled for pulling her away. Laci pouted and playfully reached her arms out to Santi.
Joking, Santi glared at Jana as she dragged his fiancé out. "Awwww Jan Jan is so mean!"
With a "Shut the fuck up, Santito" they were out the door, all their luggage having been packed into the car by Will already.
As soon as they were out, Laci beamed and chatted excitedly about their 'getaway' on the other side of their town and hopped into her spot as passenger princess. Out of ear shot, Jana leaned into Lorelei before opening her car door. "Those two are just emo because this is the first time they've slept away from each other since Santi murdered her ex boyfriend."
She got in, leaving Lorelei standing outside the car when she closed her door. From through the windows, Jana laughs as she hears Lorelei shout "Aw, now, what the fuck!"
Laci
Laci sat nervously on the park bench waiting for Ben. Santi stood nearby, out of earshot but closely watching. Laci had reminded him that Ben didn't actually hurt her, so he didn't need to be worried and Santi said that Ben has made her cry repeatedly over the last new months, and he was going to be there to swoop in and rescue his princess. His words, words which she loved. Things were much better between them, and Laci was relieved. After the fighting but before she got hit, Laci was certain Santi would postpone the wedding and she thought maybe that would be a good idea too. She adored him, and she'd never let go as long as he loved her too, but maybe they needed to wait.
The morning after it all happened, Laci was worried Santi would treat her like he did when she first moved in. She loved that time in her life, she was allowed all the space and love and closeness and whatever she needed to get better, but that was the thing. She was better. The slap was extremely triggering and thinking she was miscarrying again was horrific but after being in therapy for over a year, she was equipped to handle it, with the reassurance and care Santi would always provide, she just didn't want to be treated like one of his porcelain dolls. She was stronger now.
But Santi knew her. He brought her breakfast, asked her how she felt, and they watched Friends reruns during the morning, cuddled up in their bed. It wasn't until after lunch Santi talked to her.
She explained everything, how Alice bullied her in that mean-girl way of subtle digs and jabs. She finally told him why she had been crying at the ball, something she previously refused to talk about knowing it would anger Santi. Laci had wanted to bad to fix things with Alice. She told him how she said that Santi was bored with her because they didn't have adventurous sex, how she bet he used to have threesomes with the guys and Laci couldn't give him any of that. Santi insisted he didn't want to have wild sex, as he had told her before. No part of him wanted to hurt her, especially during sex. Santi was explicitly clear he had never had a threesome with any of the guys, especially not with Jana like Alice implied, and although he had a threesome with two girls in the past, he had no desire for that with her. She fulfilled all his desires.
They talked about the baptism. Laci expressed that she had been wanting to start attending mass sometimes, and Santi agreed that he would join her, which made Laci smile.
"What about Leto?" She asked, voice small.
"Hm?"
"For his name"
Santi thought on it for a moment, but as he sounded it out, he started smiling.
"Leto Antonio... baby, I love it..."
Laci snuggled up to him. "Leto Antonio Garcia."
"Leto Antonio Garcia-Dumas"
In the evening, Ben texted her 'can we meet up?'
He sat on the bench, far on the other side away from her. Ben was looking over his shoulder in unrest, like he was on the look out. He spotted Santi from afar, and Santi gave him a little wave from where he stood. Ben waved back.
"I won't ask why you stay." Laci spoke, her high pitched voice already breaking. "I don't know why I always did either, really."
Ben sighed. "I love her, Lace."
Her lip quivered. "She doesn't deserve you. I know you don't think that now, you probably think you deserve what she does and what she says because I know you, I know how little you see yourself... but I love you so much, Benny! I love you and I think you are so amazing and you deserve someone who loves you as you are."
Ben turned away, looking back to the geese flying overhead. "You're, okay? Baby's okay?"
Laci sighed. She knew she wouldn't be able to simple love him out of abuse. It didn't work like that. "Yeah, everything was okay."
He nodded. "I'm really sorry, Lace. That I didn't try to stop her, that I didn't stand up for you-"
"Please don't be sorry, I know what it's like-"
"But that's just it!" He raised his voice, then out of the corner of his eye saw Santi stand from leaning against the tree. "Sorry. Sorry. It's just... You of all fucking people. I'd be ashamed if she did that to Lorelei or Jana, hell I owe her an apology for how Alice spoke to her... but you? I can't get the sight of you on the floor with on your mouth out of my head."
They talked about it a little longer, but there wasn't much to say. There wasn't much to do.
"Benny..." Laci fidgeted with her blue dress. "Listen Jana took over the maid of honor stuff already...."
"I figured. I assume Lorelei is replacing me?"
"No!" Laci practically jumped out of the bench. "I mean, no, no I love her so much and she's family but, that's not what I'm saying... I mean, Benny I don't want to get you in trouble or hurt or anything but... I need you to know I still want you to be my bridesman... but again, don't put yourself at risk for me, I just want you to know I, we, we both want you there. We both love you so much and if-" Her voice cracked, tears pooling in her eyes. "I know Will can be a lot sometimes so if you need somewhere safe to be, no prying questions or fighting or judgement, I swear to you our home is open for you as it always has been. I want you as much a part of our and Leto's lives as possible."
Ben's eyes were tearing up too, not letting them spill. "I'll make it work, okay? I'm gonna stand with you guys."
Laci's smile appeared suddenly. "REALY?! Are you sure? We could always switch you and Will if it's better for you to be on Santi's side."
Ben almost said no, but then he realized no matter what, Alice was going to lose her shit that he was back in. Maybe it would help. "Yeah, okay..."
She squealed, turning when Santi approached them. "Is that okay, baby? If Will stands with me and Ben with you."
Ben stood and extended a hand to his brother, wanting to shake on peace but Santi pulled him in for a hug. "We're gonna be here for, Ben. Whatever you need. You've always been there for us so we're gonna take care of you now."
Alice
He was hiding something.
He was always fucking hiding something. How was she supposed to trust what he said, what he wasn't gay when he's constantly lying. Alice knows he slept with that little ditz, even though everyone denied it. God, they were all blind, or maybe she slept with them all too. Just look at how she dresses, all those short skirts and lowcut dresses and crop tops, and constantly hanging off one of them, pretending like she can't go anywhere herself. She was so desperate for attention; that's probably how she got sex trafficked, supossedly.
She acts like it was this horrible thing, she sure loved to milk it but if it was that bad, why was she dating Santi? He looked like the men who abused her, spoke their language. She should hate him and Frankie, honestly. If she was really abused, she wouldn't have jumped into bed with Santi so fast.
"Where were you?" Alice asked when Ben walked in, the sun setting. He looked tired, avoiding her eyes and for a moment Alice felt bad. But then he took too long to answer.
"Just. Out. Walking."
He was lying. Alice stood up and the way Ben moved so quickly made her feel strong, like she had a hold on him. Ben was so much taller, stronger than her, and she still had control over him. "Tell me the truth."
He sighed, and right away Alice knew he was with that cunt, probably shoving his hands up her itty bitty skirt while sucking Santi's dick.
"You're with Laci, aren't you."
She watched Ben tense, avoiding her eyes. "Can we do this later? I gotta shower before dinner."
They were supossed to go to his grandpa's house for dinner. Gideon was nice enough, but Ben ruined her mood, and she wanted to punish him for seeing Laci.
"I don't think we're gonna go. I'm not feeling well."
Ben turned at that, looking at her in confusion. "What? No, babe it's an hour from now, we can't cancel again. I havn't seen him in months!"
Alice stepped back. "Don't raise your voice at me! I said I don't feel good, why would you want me to go somewhere when I feel sick? Are you trying to punish me? You're being manipulative."
He blinked at that, obviously confused by the turn around. "I- I'm sorry? Well, can I go at least?"
Alice forced the tears to come to her eyes. "You'd leave me alone I'm sick?"
There was a pause as Ben stammered over his words before sighing. "No, babe. I'll call him and cancel."
Alice went to lie down, asking Ben for some tea.
Cameron
"Goddamn it."
Springsteen songs didn't usually remind Cam of him, but this goddamn song about Bruce Springsteen songs did. Cam didn't listen to country if he could avoid it, but his phone died and the only station the tractor was country.
"When I think about you
I think about 17
I think about my old Jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen"
Yeah, actually, Cam did think about Ben, being 17, his jeep, staring at the stars in the sky as they lay on the roof of the barn... god fucking damn it.
Cam came home that night, he was exhausted from his 14 hour day but it was worth it. August to December he worked long hours and hard days on the field, then January to June had complete freedom to travel in and live out of his van, a hippie sort of lifestyle.
No drug tests.
It was technically his off season still but one of his connections had an old farmer who needed a bit of help spraying season. Cam was trying to put money away incase his van broke down. It was an old thing from the 60's, Cam was under no pretense that it was lasting forever.
Cam was bordered up in an old hunting lodge, and after cracking open a cold one he sat at the deck and lit a blunt, scratching his beard after taking a long drag. God that was nice.
The phone call irritating him, and he was going to ignore it just wanting his peace time but the area code stood out to him. Florida, middle Florida to be exact. Did Ben get a new number? He swiped right.
"Hello?"
"Hey, this Cameron MacDonald?"
"Um... yeah? Listen, if you're calling about my car's extended warranty, I drive a van from '69, it's way past-"
"No, Cam this is Will Miller."
Goddammit Bruce Springsteen, let this man go. "Hey Will... What's going on?”
If Will is calling, something gotta be wrong. Will... was not fond of him. Over the years, Ben and Cam went in and out of each other's lives for one reason or another, but never very long and understandably so Will was not happy about picking up the pieces. Cameron got it, he did. But Cameron also had to pick up every broken piece himself. Life and a rambling man left him with many friends but no one to call for a breakup.
"I uh, I got your phone number off Ben's phone, he don't know I'm calling you."
"Well, I'd think not, considering he'd pretty girlfriend." Cam chuckled good naturedly. He still had Ben on Facebook and saw his pictures on occasion when they popped up on his feed... or when he stalked Ben's page after a few bud lights too many. "Where you at right now? I hear music."
"You remember Pope? Or, I guess Santiago, who Ben and I served with? He's getting married."
"Oh shit, no way that's great!" He was genuine. Cam never met Santi, only Frankie and his lady a few times over the years Santi was always off somewhere. But Ben loved him dearly, and from Facebook stalking it looked like he was really close with the man's girlfriend- well, wife now. A win for Ben's family was a win for Ben, and that was a win for Cam. "Whadderya doing talking to me when you should be celebrating your friends and dancing with your girlfriend. Congratulations of her and the baby, by the way."
"Thanks. I called you now because I've had a few drinks and I had an idea, and it might be a bad one. Figured I'd better do it now because I chicken out."
A bad start. Was Will going to finally cuss Cam out for ditching Ben all those years ago?
"Oh. Uuuuuuh, okay?"
He heard Will sigh loudly over the phone, Stevie Nicks and Don Henly in the background. It was never good when he sighed like that.
"Ben's in trouble, and I need your help."
It didn't matter. His plans for the next harvest season, how far away he was. Cameron didn't even know what Will's plan was at all if there even was one. All Cam knew was that Ben needed help.
"What do you need, Miller."
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BENNY BOO WE'RE COMING TO SAVE YOU
Next chapter is the finale for FTLT!!!!! Laci and Santi get hitched <3 Happy day.
And we have a name for our little LaL baby!!!
Then, after the finale and after i finish up a few series, it onto my Ben series, No Surrender (after the bruce springsteen song bc duuuhhh)
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#william miller#for the longest time#Santiago garcia#francisco morales#benjamin miller#lacina dumas#jana fernandez#lorelei giang#lal universe
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Ligue 1 | AS Kaloum : Le brésilien Antonio Dumas reprend les rênes…
La direction du club de Kaloum vient de réaliser un gros coup, celui de faire revenir le brésilien Antonio Dumas à Conakry, celui-là même qui leur a offert leur dernier titre national en 2015.
Après sa séparation plutôt contrastée avec l’ivoirien Lacina Koné, l’AS Kaloum vient de réussir à convaincre Antonio Dumas pour une nouvelle expérience guinéenne. Sortant d’un passage mitigé à la Jeunes…
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Ligue 1 | AS Kaloum : Le brésilien Antonio Dumas reprend les rênes...
Ligue 1 | AS Kaloum : Le brésilien Antonio Dumas reprend les rênes…
La direction du club de Kaloum vient de réaliser un gros coup, celui de faire revenir le brésilien Antonio Dumas à Conakry, celui-là même qui leur a offert leur dernier titre national en 2015.
Après sa séparation plutôt contrastée avec l’ivoirien Lacina Koné, l’AS Kaloum vient de réussir à convaincre Antonio Dumas pour une nouvelle expérience guinéenne. Sortant d’un passage mitigé à la Jeunes…
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Congrats again bb, and no pressure for this one if you’re overwhelmed but I think it’d be cute if we could pls see a scene (LaL) where one of them has like pre wedding jitters or something and how they deal with it
HI BABBYYYYYYYY
Jitters
Leather and Lace
Takes place after Take Your Time but before For the Longest Time. Before Laci and Santi go through their rough patch (which don't worry to anyone who read lal but not the others, they are totally okay.) Laci and Santi are engaged.
Warnings: Insecurity, references to Laci'spast sexual trauma, addiction, domestic violence, bad life before Santi. mentions of miscarriage and potential fertility troubles,
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Santi could always tell when Laci needed him. Always. Whether in person, away from each other, it didn't matter. Laci liked to say that's why he took the mission that lead him to her in the first place, he knew she needed him. Santi didn't believe in all that, but he did like that he had this intuition. Even when it woke him up.
"Ah!" Santi startles awake, eyes wide to find his pretty fiance staring at him. Lacina was propped up with her head on on her arm, just watching him, he Ghost Face night light illuminating her. "Jesus Lace, you scared me."
"Oh, so my face is scary, is it?" Laci teased with a smile.
"Nope, prettiest thing I've seen in my life" Santi pouted his lips.
Laci got the hint, leaning in to press a kiss to him.
"You aright, munaquita?"
She binked. "You really wanna marry me?"
Santi scoffed for a moment turning away to laugh, then he looked back. She was serious. "Laci, how can you ask that? We got engaged 2 weeks ago!" He pulled her onto his body. Laci was wearing shorts and a tank top with Santi's long sleeve from back in the jungle. Laci rested her head on her arms that she crossed ovr his chest. Santi liked when she laid on him, her body weight was a perfect comfort.
"No one's ever wanted to marry me before."
"That's because everyone stupid."
"What if I get bad again and we can't have sex"
"Lace, we've both made each other cum untouched."
"What if I can't have kids."
Santi's eyes widened at that. Not because having kids mattered more than her, but that she would suggest that. "Baby-"
"I might not! I miss carried when I was in-"
"Because they were starving and hurting you!"
"Well I lost my period for a year! Maybe I lost my chances!"
Santi pecked her cute little nose. "Doesn't matter. I drank so much back in the day, maybe I fucked shit up too."
"I don't think that's how it works."
"Don't matter. if we," Santi was sure to say we. He didn't want to place all the responsibility on her. "can't have kids, I still got you and that's what matters."
Laci's face scrunched up, thinking of all the reasons he may break up with her. "What if my body looks really weird after a baby"
"Then I'll love your weird body just as much as I love your body now." Which is a lot. He squeezed her ass for good measure.
"What if I go vegan"
"I'll eat meat at Frankie's house."
"What if I decide to get like, really into horoscopes. Like, a lot."
"I'll find my birth certificate and get you the exact time and place I was born."
"What if I wanna name our baby something really bad like... McBreighleigh"
Santi laughed, but answered. "Then in a few years you'll hear me yelling "Brin! It's time for pre-school"
"What if Yovanna comes back."
Oh.
Santi frowned. "Wha- Lace..." He tucked a lock of her fine hair behind her large ears. Where's that coming from?
She shrugged, looking away. "I dunno..."
"Laci..." Santi gently guided her face to him. "C'mon."
Laci sighed, but looked back at him. "Ben told me you talked to her the week you found me... Why didn't you tell me that..."
Ah. "Sweetheart... I didn't mean to keep it a secret... but we don't... we don't talk about our dating past..." They didn't. They each new the basics. Santi knew that every man she dated used her for money or sex or something to take their anger out on. She didn't like talk about her long history of addiction, sexual trauma and abuse with him. She had her therapist, and Santi was there any time she needed. He knew some stories, he knew the worst of things of course. He wanted to know so he could learn how to not trigger her. He didn't know her full history. If he wanted to, she could tell him. It didn't seem like she wanted too.
Likewise with Santi, Laci knew the basics. She knew she was the first serious girlfriend he'd ever had. He'd dated, even lived with women before, but it was all pretty casual. Yovanna was the first time things had gone deeper. Santi admitted yeah, he had loved her, but she wasn't Laci. After Colombia, Santi had visited her and her brother in Austrelia, a solice for a few weeks after the horrors... but Santi needed to be near his friends. Benny's drinking and fighting was becoming unmanageable for Will alone, and Jana had broken up with Frankie, leaving him a coparent, but with a raging coke addiction. Santi had to be there for him and for his daughter. The last time Yovanna and him had talked was a few days before he found Laci. She didn't want much contact, still fearing Lorea's men and all the drug lords whose money they burned.
"She was just checking in, Lace. She doesn't want me. I don't want her."
She was silent for a moment. "I don't get it."
"Get what?"
Laci sat up straddling his chest. She squished his cheeks. "How anyone could not want you." She was smiling now, and Santi was smiling back, squeezing her thighs.
"Miss Lacina, it doesn't matter if she did want me, I got you, mi chica perfecta, ella sol de mi dias, mi todos. I don't want anything else."
"Even a woman who looks like a super model with normal sized ears and doesn't drown in a 5" pool?"
"PPPSSSHHH" Santi scoffs. "Being tall is overrated. I got the prettiest girl in the world right here."
Laci grinned at that, hopping off him and scrambled back into bed. Getting under the covers, Laci nudges him onto his side and wraps and arm around him. becoming Santi's big spoon (or his lil backpack, as Santi called it.)
"You okay now, munequita?"
He felt her nod against his neck, then give him a kiss. "yeah. Can you just like, remind me you still love me and didn't secretly get tired of me every now and then?"
"Yeah, Miss Lacina." Santiago interlaced his fingers with hers. "I'll remind you every day."
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Thank you guys!!!!
This is for my 2000 followers celebration, but ima tag a few people fron the original LaL days, some of you have been here with me since before 500 followers, a year and a half ago!
For those who didn't keep up with the other series, Laci and Laci are married now, and Laci is preggo with their son <3
@pimosworld @miraclesabound @poeedameronn @itspdameronthings @bensolosbluesaber @whatthefishh @kirstydreaming @missdictatorme
#romana's 2000 follower celebration#leather and lace#santi and laci#lal universe#santiago garcia#santiago pope garcia#triple frontier#lacina dumas
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Take Your Time: Chapter 2
Frankie Morales X Fem!Oc (Jana Hernandez)
Chapter 1 : Chapter 3
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Chapter summary: Dealing with the fall out of the previous night, Frankie struggles with his own self-hatred and worry of the harm he's causing his daughter, her mother who he still loves, and the friends that surround him, and attempts to push them away.
Warnings: LOOOOTTSSSS of negative self-talk, self-hatred, self-sabotage. Frankie's being a dick near the end but give him some grace, he's struggling. Talk over suicidal thoughts, wanting to die, addiction, overdose, wounds/blood, bad coping.
A/N: I won't go into Laci's backstory here, all you really need to know is given in the text. She's had a hard life, hence Santi's protectiveness over her, especially in regards to sex. If you are curious, you can read chapter 1-3 of Leather and Lace. Chapter 1 goes into how the group meets Laci, and chapter 3 tells you how she ended up with Santi. Chapter 2 is just Santi being a sweetie. Also, I don't know how clear I made this so far, bc it's clear in LaL, but Jana is afro-latina, Chilean on her mom's side, Ethiopian on her dad's side, making Rosie mixed too. I've been doing a lot of research and just listening to my friends of either culture, but if I say something incorrect or offensive, please let me know. I am actively trying to make sure my OC's aren't constantly white, but seeing as I am white, I could very well mess something up.
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When Frankie woke up that morning, all that registered was feeling like complete shit; his head hurt, and he felt nauseous. Next thing that came to mind was that he was on the floor. When he opens his eyes, he sees a blurry vision of the couch and his carpet. When he notices long dark curls falling on his face, Francisco starts to remember when happened last night: the drinking, fighting calling up his old contacts to buy coke, blood, calling- oh fucking hell. Frankie groaned, embarrassed and humiliated. How could he do this to her? Waking her up when she works so hard, dragging her and his daughter out in the cold and she had to- how did she stop the bleeding? It all started to get kinda blurry at that point. Frankie pulled his arm out, finding bandages wrapped around his wrists.
“Morning, Francisco” The tired voice of Jana spoke from beside him.
Frankie’s body tensed, and Jana immediately gave him space. “Sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry.” Jana speaks firmly; she never liked him apologizing. Frankie feels her sit up. “How are you feeling?”
“Me siento como una mierda”
Jana chuckles a bit as she gets up. “I bet you do” She gently kicks him. “Sit up, let me redress your wrist.”
Another pang of guilt shot through him, but he was in no position to argue.
Jana took off the wrapping, and Frankie notices the two stitches on either wound. “You called Will, didn’t you?” He asked, knowing the answer and what it meant. Will knew what happened, which meant that Benny and Santaigo knew too.
“Yeah, you were bleeding quite a bit, I needed to make sure you didn’t die.”
Frankie just nodded, trying not to look at where she was working, lest he begin puking. Again. “Thank you” His eyes averted where she gazed up at him, knelt at the floor before where he sat on the couch.
“Don’t worry about it, honey.” A bit of a pause. “Santi texted me, I guess Will called him. He asked if he could come over today?”
She didn’t miss the small sigh that came out of mouth. “This is why I didn’t want anyone to know, I didn’t want them to come home early.”
“He’s not, they got a call, their getting their first kid today.”
Santiago and Laci had decided to do respite foster care together. This was short term foster care, a few hours to a week, and they were able to decline at any time. Laci had seen so much of the struggle of women and families in the system and wanted to help. Her and Santi decided this was a good way to do their part and put their money to use without having to commit to a long-term foster child. Laci, as emotional as she was, would likely get very attached to any kid in her home that long. Plus, ever unspoken, Benny was still blacking out every week and getting in fights, and Frankie was obviously still struggling with recovery, and Laci and Santi needed to be able to help their friends.
“Are you lying to me?” Frankie asked.
“No, I won’t lie to you, promise.”
“Is Pope lying to you?”
Jana chuckled at that. “I don’t think so. Laci asked if we can go get some stuff for infants while you and Santi talk”
The idea of a ‘talk’ with Santi made him anxious. His friend, for much of their life, had been his strength, a sense of security. They had grown up together, enlisted together, and it was Fish’s connection to Santiago that had gotten him in Tom’s circle. Hence, when Tom hand-picked his team, Frankie was picked for his skills as a pilot. Santiago’s sister, Fatima, had practically raised the pair of them, and her death had hit Frankie nearly as hard as it did Santiago, it was bad enough that when his daughter was born, Jana had no qualms naming her after Santi’s sister. Together, they decided on Fatima Rosa-Maria, Rosie for short.
“Okay.” Frankie nodded as Jana wrapped him back up again.
From her room, he heard Rosie start calling. “Daddy! Daddy!”
At two years old, she was just starting talking, and for the first time today Frankie smiled. She was the most precious thing in the world to him, and no matter how bad things got, his little girl always brought him joy.
Jana kissed his wrist as she finished. “Do you wanna go see here?”
He did. He really fucking did. But Frankie shook his head. “Can you get her? I need to shower. Don’t want her to associate me with the smell of puke and alcohol.”
She seemed to understand, and put saran wrap over his dressings, instructing him to try not to get it wet, and casually requesting he keep the door unlocked.
From where he undressed in the bathroom, Frankie heard Rosie squeal ‘Mama!’ in surprise, and he wanted so badly in this moment to give his daughter this. He wanted nothing more than a family with Jana and her, her mommy and daddy married and in love, one household; a household frequently filled with her aunts and uncles, and the million little cousins that Santi and Laci inevitably produce after fucking like rabbits… He wanted a happy family for her, for Jana, and hell, for himself. He wanted to give to Jana what Santi gave to Laci, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t the man Santiago was. Santi had taken Lacina at her lowest, carefully and lovingly built her up, adorned her in love and affection, given his all to her; Frankie had nothing to give. Best he could do was make sure they were taken care of.
After Santi had gone back for the money in the canyon, he split it with all of them, making them all set for life. Despite the cost of raising a child and his addiction, Frankie still had a shit tone of money; him and Benny didn’t have as much as Santi and Will, who were more responsible, but enough he’d never have to work again. But he did. They all did. Something to take their minds off things. Benny still fought MMA and Will still did his talks. Santi had missions that he often recruited the others for, although he stopped that since the day Laci came into his life. Frankie worked with Pope back when he used to contract, but for almost a year now, there had been nothing, leaving him with nothing to do when Rosa was gone but see the guys, or get high. Recently, he had taken a basic engineering job, Monday through Friday, 9-5, simply for the structure and honestly? He liked it. He liked knowing when he’d wake up and when he’d go to bed, still seeing the guys frequently, and being able to have Rosie when Jana worked evenings and over nights.
Jana refused ‘charity’ as she called it. Since leaving, she wouldn’t let Frankie pay for anything of hers that didn’t involve Rosa; so Frankie paid for everything to do with her. Frankie paid for daycare, their home security, and sent her money every month for food, pullups, clothes, and fun. Jana even acquiesced to letting him buy her a car when her piece of shit broke down on the side of the road again; a simple Buick, just something safe. As he stood in the shower, nearly numb to the scalding water, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to cry, just a bit. He had everything in his hands, a beautiful girlfriend he was ready to propose to, his perfect little baby, the best friends a guy could ask for, and he threw it away for addiction. Jana and him had been on the rocks before Columbia, but that trip had put a gap between them that was irreparable. She didn’t leave right away; she was worried about him, but she didn’t stay long, especially as his using got worse. She refused to raise their daughter in that, and she was right to leave. Frankie had often wondered how things would have gone if he had simply gotten clean when Jana did. Frankie wouldn’t have been desperate for the money, he wouldn’t have gone on that godforsaken mission, and Santi wouldn’t have been able to do that stupid fucking heist without a pilot. With no mission, Tom would still be alive.
“Francisco?” Jana’s voice broke him out of his thoughts, and he realized despite not dipping his head under the water, his face was soaked. “You okay in there?”
He wanted to ask her to come in, he wanted to hold her… but he couldn’t. Asking for help was hard, but letting her see how broken he really is was even harder. “Yeah, just warming up.” he lied. He wanted her there, but also wanted her far, far away from him, away from his own personal disaster.
“Okay, I’m making breakfast, it’ll be ready for you whenever you’re out.”
It sounded so damn casual. What he would give to have this every day, to wake up to her hair in his face every morning… but she deserved better. Flashes of last night blurred in his head as he stepped out of the shower: Jana’s panicked voice, the vague sound of Will trying to keep his cool, blood coating the dark skin of her hands, the thick, pungent smell of puke in the air… he looked around the bathroom, it was squeaky clean. She must’ve cleaned. That woman was a fucking saint. That was why they couldn’t be together. She deserved more, she deserved better, so did Santi, Will, and Benjamin, so did Rose. He wished he could simply stop existing, stop being, erase his existence without erasing her, somehow. He wished it had been him, not Tom, with a bullet through his fucking brain. He’d kill himself if he didn’t think it would cause everyone more pain, but he knew that would make matters worse, and Benny would probably drink himself to death, if he doesn’t already. Best he could do is try to be as little of a problem as possible.
He stepped into the illuminated kitchen, seeing Jana feeding Rosie in her high chair, and despite his misery, the world looked just a little bit better with them in the room.
“Hey honey” She smiled at him as she spooned some apple sauce into Rosie’s mouth and he felt warm inside again. “Is it okay if I shower?”
“Of course, are you washing your hair?” He asked with a mouthful of the omelet she cooked up.
Jana laughed, walking to the hall to get the towels out of the dryer. “No offense Francisco, but I’m not washing my hair with your white boy 3-1, I’ll have to use so much coconut to come back from that.” she called out to him, her jovial voice ringing down the hallway. “Do you happen to have anything I can tie my hair back with?”
“I think Laci left a hair tie the other night, but… I actually have your shower bonnet in the closet… with the rest of your hair stuff…” His voice trailed off as he continued feeding his babbling little girl.
Her voice slowly got louder as he came back around, arms holding the laundry basket. “What?”
Avoiding her gaze, he continued. “When you left you… didn’t take some of your stuff. By the time I noticed, I figured you bought new shit so I just… kept it, just in case.” He didn’t tell her he spent the better part of that first year hoping she’d come back. “I also have a silk pillowcase, you know, if you ever need it again.”
“I brought my pillowcase when I left...” She said as she sat down the basket.
He still wouldn’t look at her. “Yeah I… bought one. Didn’t want to mess up your hair if you ever got stuck here for one reason or another. Plus, Rosie will need one when she’s a little older anyway” Their daughter had gotten her hair from her maternal grandfathers side, 4A curl type, as he had learned from his online research on how to care for her hair.
He heard Jana walk across the floor, her soft hands on his. “You’re a good man, Francisco.”
He couldn’t help smile into her touch, but deflected the conversation before it could go any further. “Her hair is getting longer. I want to start styling her hair, I’m just not sure how.”
Jana recognized right away how he shifted attention to Rosie instead of himself. “You were getting pretty good at braiding my hair, back in the day.”
“I might be a little out of practice.”
Jana knew Frankie was worried about having a biracial daughter. He barely managed his own soft curls, tucking them away under his hat most days. He wanted to be able to properly care for her hair, and was not afraid of being corrected. “How about I wash my hair today, and you can braid it, and we’ll see where you're at.”
Smiling softly at her, he finally met Jana’s eyes. “That would be nice”
When Santi let himself and Laci into Frankie’s house, he expected Jana and Rose to be there. What he did not expect was for Jana to be sat on the floor between Frankie’s knees braiding her hair and massaging oil into it while the pair of them and their toddler watched Bluey. With a glance to Laci, he knew automatically she was thinking the same thing he was. The pair had been spending a lot of time together the last few months. Laci kept hoping they’d get back together, telling him how fun it would be, how they could be couple friends, all the grand plans she had for the next 50 years. Santi couldn’t lie; he had hoped they’d patch things up too, but as he told Laci before, Frankie didn’t think he deserved her.
He felt Laci squeeze his hand. She was nervous. She was scared for Frankie, having heard minimal details of what happened last night but she cared deeply for him and it hurt her when people she loved hurt. Santi had to remind her not to overwhelm him, and she was buzzing with a nervous energy as she held back her desire to run over to him and shower her with hugs.
“Hey guys” Fish called from the couch, beckoning them over. He saw Laci and her desperate attempts to stay calm. Putting a hair tie as he finished the second of the double dutch braids, he patted on the couch next to him. “C’mon, I know you wanna”
Laci nearly tackled him in the hug. Despite her skinny arms, she held onto him tightly, but careful not to touch either wrist. He wore a flannel to cover the bandages, and she didn’t know which side was hurt. “I love you so much Frankie, I’m so glad you’re okay.”
He gave an awkward hug back. “I love you too, manita. Can I finish Jana’s hair?”
Laci promptly slid down the couch and onto the floor to greet Jana, and started talking about the stores she wanted to go to.
Santi sat behind her, rubbing her shoulders. “Would you like me to do yours too, munequita?”
The girl beamed up at him. “Yes please”
Santi’s braids… left something to be desired, so they opted to just put two pigtails to the top half of her short blonde hair at the top of her head as Frankie laid Jana’s baby hairs down.
“Voila!” Santi motioned as they finished. “Don’t our girls look beautiful?”
Frankie winced at Santi calling Jana his girl, but he couldn’t really blame the man; they spent so much time together, the four of them, it was hard to not see them as a couple.
Jana took Laci’s hand. “Yes we do!” And Frankie couldn’t help the breath that hitched in him at the idea of Jana being okay being called his again….
Laci got Rosie ready to go to the store with them to allow Frankie and Santi privacy. She gave Frankie a kiss on his head from where he sat on the couch, and ruffled Santi’s curls. “Adios, Santito”
“You’re only half an inch taller than me, Jana” He grumbled.
She leaned over to him on his other side. “Sé gentil”
Laci gave him a smooch before she quite literally skipped out the doorway.
When the door closed, Frankie turned to Santi “Your girl just skipped.” He teased.
Despite his nerves surrounding the reason he was here, Santiago beamed and blushed like a smitten teenager. “Yeah, she’s something else.”
There was a pause before Frankie spoke. “I didn’t try to kill myself, Santi”
“Then what the hell happened” Santi breathed out, exasperated.
Frankie slumped down on the couch, pouting. “I don't know how to explain it, hermano. I was having cravings, I had some drinks to curb it, then I just felt… I don’t know, like I didn��t exist or something”
“What are you talking about?”
“I just told you I didn’t know how to explain it. Don’t ever just wanna… feel something?”
A soft chuckle. “Sometimes I feel I have the opposite problem”
Frankie returned the laugh. “I know you do, lover boy”
“Not just with her, I mean, in general. It’s been better the last half a year, I think Benny can agree I’ve yelled at him less”
“Well, except when we went to get the Christmas tree-”
“He almost took her foot off!”
Frankie raised his hands in mock defense, smiling “Si, si, yo estaba allí”
Santi settled, dropping it. “I just mean, I think we can all agree I run a little hot.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not going to ask to see the cuts… but how bad was it?”
“Will didn’t spill all the gory details?” Frankie joked.
“No, you know him, he doesn’t generally want to get involved in things more than he has to. Not one for gossip.”
Frankie nods. “Few on my legs weren’t bad enough to need anything, wrists needed stitches.”
“Dios Mio, ¿Qué está pasando contigo?” Pope exclaimed, his anxiety for his friend going through the roof. “How am I not supposed to take this as a suicide attempt?” He sounded exasperated, but the pain in his eyes as he turned to Frankie was clear.
“You’re not very good at this” Frankie attempted to dissipate the tension with a joke.
Santi wasn’t thrilled. He took Frankie’s face in his hands, a similar soft touch Frankie had seen Santiago give Laci. “I’m trying, man. I know I’m not good at this, but I’m trying here.”
Closing his eyes and allowing the familiar touch “I know, you’ve gotten better since Laci came around”
“Yeah” Santi practically whispered. Frankie didn’t have to open his eyes to picture the dreamy expression on his face. “She brings out the best in me.”
“Yeah. She really does.”
There was a pause as they both settled back into their seats before Santi talked again. “So you called Jana?”
“Don’t get jealous”
“I’m not! I’m just saying-”
“Don’t”
“She’s been around a lot lately-”
“Santi, stop.” He couldn’t have this talk, he didn’t want anyone trying to talk him into it. She deserved better.
“I think she’d like to get back-”
“Stop” Jana deserved better, Rosie deserved better, Santi deserved better.
“Laci thinks that-”
Laci, Will, Benny, they all deserved better than him. The urge to push everyone away bubbled up. “Laci needs to mind her damn business.”
“Hey.” Santiago turned him, his face suddenly that deadly calm that came before he absolutely rocked someone's shit. “Watch it.”
Frankie wanted to apologize, but he also wanted Santi out of his house and out of his life, he wanted Santi so mad at him that his death wouldn’t phase him. One less person to worry about should he overdose or finally put himself out of his misery. He didn’t look at Pope.
He didn’t back down. “Look at me, Francisco” Fish turned to him, face deadset into a glare. “I’ll letting that go because you’re going through something, but you leave her out of whatever the fuck is going on with you, got it?”
He could practically feel the crease in his furrowed brow. Push him away, push him out of your life, he’ll take the girl and Millers with him. “We get it, you’re pussy whipped, you don’t need to make a big show of your masculinity just because she’s the first girl small enough to make you feel tall and your dick feel big-” Even if this doesn't alienate the others, all it would take was picking a fight with Benny. Will would automatically get in the middle of it, and Laci, who spent most of her time away from Santi hanging out with Benny, would put herself between Benny and anyone who'd insult him, which has even included Santi on occasion.
“What is going on with you?” Santi couldn’t fathom what would make Frankie suddenly turn on him like this.
Keep going, keep talking about her and he’ll deck you, and walk out of your life. He could forgive a lot of things, but not transgressions against her. “You don’t have to act all protective, pendejo, it’s not like she can leave you anyway, but that’s probably why you brought her in-” He didn’t know where the hell these words were coming from, they certainly weren’t things he’d ever thought before. He loved Santigo as a brother, and Laci as his little sister, but that's why he needed them to go. He was a downward spiral, a grenade, and he couldn’t take them with him when he exploded.
“Last fucking warning, Fish” The dark look in Santi’s eyes told him he’d switched from Santiago, domestic and in sappy love, to Pope, a soldier trained to kill, who’d taken out men who’d hurt his girl before, and would do it again. He was playing with fire.
He just needed one more push, hit him in his weak spot, not his knees, but his jealous streak.
“You knew she’d be completely dependent on you, so she’d never leave. If she could, she’d probably leave you, wouldn’t she? She’d probably be with Ben right now, hell, she’s probably fucking him when they-”
Within a blink, Frankie felt himself being pulled up by the strong hand that was fisted in his shirt. Despite the panic that had bubbled in his chest knowing what Santi was capable of, Frankie couldn’t bring himself to punch or hit Santi.
“I know what you’re doing, you’re trying to push me away. Well it’s not going to work, asshole. You’re stuck with me. It’s been 35 years of this, you think I don’t know you well enough by now? I get it. You’re picking on her because you know that’s the only way to get me this fucking mad.”
Frankie just glared harshly at him, unwilling to back down or take back the words he said.
Santi continued. “But you do not fucking talk about Laci, and you absolutely do not talk about her in the context of sex, do you understand me? Ever. Off limits.”
Unable to apologize but unable to push him further, Frankie’s face remained stagnant.
Santiago shoved him back down onto the couch, pointing at him. “Nice fucking try” he sat back down on the oppesit end of the couch, crossing his arms. “It worked, I’m furious at you, but I’m not leaving you, not until Jana comes back”
When Jana walked in, she sensed the tension immediately as she saw them both sitting silently with stiff body language on the couch and muttered something to Laci about it not going well. Seeing Santi and Frankie clearly in distress, Laci sat down Rosie and walked over to them.
“Frankie, what’s-” But before Laci could finish her sentence, Santi grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the man.
“We’re going home”
Laci looked confused and concerned. “But-” but she was being pulled away.
“C’mon, we got a baby to prep for the baby.” Santi turned to Jana, muttering about how it’s her turn.
Jana grabbed Laci’s free hand. “Can you stop pulling her around?” She said, referencing Laci.
Laci stood between them, arms spread out between her lover and her friend. “I think you’re both pulling me around right now”
Jana and Santi both dropped her hands, but Laci promptly found herself at Santi’s side. Something had upset him, and she wanted to be there for him. Santi wrapped an arm around her possessively, ushering her out the door. He looked at Frankie before leaving. “Call me when you’re ready to apologize” and nodded a goodbye at Jana, and Laci gave both a little wave as she followed Santi’s lead.
When the door shut, Jana turned to Frankie. “What did you do?”
Crossing his arms, Frankie didn’t acknowledge her. He couldn’t manage to say anything to push her away like he did Santi, but he hoped if he just ignored her, she’d leave.
Jana wasn’t as easy to play as Santi.
“Nice try, cielito. You’re stuck with me today. Whatever the fuck happened between you is something for Will to deal with, not me. Today is just you, me and Rosie, and you can pout all you want, but something tells me you won’t stand a chance when she wants to play barbies.”
She was right. Jana and Rosie stayed the day, and as much as he tried to keep them at arm's length, when Rosie toddled over to him with her dolls, he soon found himself on the floor having Barbie and Ken make-out while making kissing noises. “Oooohhh Ken you’re so hot” he said in a girlie voice.
When Jana and Rose left that evening, Frankie's goodbye was lingering. He wanted to push them away, but that was nearly impossible, he couldn't hurt Jana the way he had Santi, so as he closed the door behind her, he resolved to do his best to keep them out.
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Take Your Time Masterlist
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Frankie Morales x Fem!OC (Jana Fernandez)
Summary: 6 months into sobriety, Frankie is still struggling, and understandably so. After a near-relapse, he calls Jana, his ex-girlfriend and the mother of his daughter for help when he hurts himself. Ridden with guilt, Frankie tries to push everyone away by picking fights and not answering calls, convinced he is a grenade doomed to hurt anyone in his proximity. Can Jana work with the guys to get through to him? Can Jana convince him he in worthy of her love, and the unconditional adoration of their daughter?
General Warnings for whole fic, heed individual chapter warnings: Addiction, self-harm, self-hatred, drinking, smut
Unknown number of chapters at this point but:
Chapter 1: Francisco calls Jana late one night, trying not to relapse. She comes to him, finding him in a deeper emergency than she anticipated.
Chapter 2: The next day, Jana and Frankie deal with the fall out of the night before, and Frankie begins spiraling.
Chapter 3: Frankie gives up, but those around him don’t.
Chapter 4: Frankie talks to Rosie, apologizing for not being the dad he wanted to be; flashbacks to Frankie leaving for Colombia.
Chapter 5: All flashbacks to periods of time in Frankie and Jana’s relationship; meeting, Frankie’s relationship with Jana’s family, and finding out they were having a baby.
Chapter 6: Jana and Frankie decide the time is right.
Bonus Chapter: Learning to let go
Chapter 7: Frankie feels insecure, but Jana is always there for him. Laci and Santi take a big step
Takes place after Leather and Lace, but not at all necessary to read before this one.
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OC'S
Jana Fernandez: Frankie's "lady" he referred to in the movie. Jana and Frankie met in the Army during Jana's brief stint to pay for college, where Santiago introduced them. Jana comes from a loving family, and doesn't take shit; including from Santi. Her and Frankie fell into addiction, but Jana got sober shortly before becoming pregnant with her and Frankie's baby, Rosie. Jana is someone who will always call others out on their behavior (often Santi) but is a powerful ally to have, and a loyal friend. This is shown by the fact despite breaking up, Jana has always remained on Frankie's side. Jana has thick, curly hair, medium dark skin, and is, in Santiago's words ''only half an inch taller" than him, hence her calling him ''Santito". Frankie absolutely has had to measure them. Multiple times.
Fatima Rosa-Maria Morales Fernandez (Rosie, Rose, Rosa): Named after Santi's sister, a surrogate mother to Frankie, who died of an overdose, Rosie is the 2-year-old child of Frankie and Jana. She's starting to talk, her favorite words are mama and daddy (and shit, but that's Uncle Benny's fault). Rosie adores her aunts and uncles, and is damn near spoiled by her godfather, Santi, and both Miller brothers. Santi's girlfriend, Laci, often watches Rosie if Jana and Frankie are both busy, and the two bonded immediately when Laci came into the guy's lives. Rosie's hair takes very much after her maternal grandfather and is very thick and dark. She is a giggly and happy baby, and the light of her mother and father's eyes. Frankie wants, more than anything, to protect his Rosa from himself and his past.
Lacina Dumas (Laci): Santiago's girlfriend, who he is absolutely head over heals in love with. The pair are a frequent source of groans from the guys, being disgustingly in love. She is besties with Benny Miller, but has become friends with Jana, and is part of the reason Jana has been seeing more of Frankie these days. Laci comes from a very traumatic background, which you can read about (as well as her and Santi's journey of love) in Leather and Lace, which is why Santi is so protective of her. Laci is emotionally fragile, and prone to not talking, or having non-verbal episodes if her anxiety is high enough. Outside of where she volunteers, she needs to have someone who trusts with her out in public. She had medium, straight, blonde hair, and is very petite and short. Laci is a gentle soul. She has battled addiction in her previous life, so she's been a support to Frankie during this time.
Alice McCartney: Benny's girlfriend, introduced in chapter 6. Alice had long, wavy, sandy brown hair, and struggles to fit into the group's dynamic, as well as understanding everyone. Alice is suspicious of Laci, and makes a bad first impression on Jana, making things difficult from the get-go. Alice is curious and has no filter, saying what she thinks and asking the many questions she has.
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Vengo a Cantarle a Mi Amada
A Leather and Lace Bonus Chapter
Santina Garcia x Lacina Dumas
Can be read separately tbh, its just fucking soft, Laci is someon that Santi rescued from sex trafficking
Warnings: References to sex trafficking, rape, lifelong abuse, forced pregnancy in theory, starvations, mentions of anorexia and loss of ones period. Santi's just a big ole softie.
Summary: Takes place after Santi and Laci get back to the motel, before the morning when Santi brings her to the authorities.
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Laci sat on the edge of the bed fighting bad tears and the shakes as she attempted to comb the mess that was her hair, knotted and matted and dirty still, despite the shower. It wasn’t like she didn’t brush her hair the whole time she was taken, it wasn’t like she spend the entire year in the basement. The men who bought her paid good money, it wasn’t like she was some girl they had kidnapped from a village to rape for a few days, no, the women that were paid for were generally had a modicum of amenities. They didn’t want your teeth falling out, so you had a tooth brush. They wanted you looking nice, so you got showers and things for personal appearance. They’d want to keep you until you were no longer pretty and young, might accidentally kill or do it in a fit of rage, but in general you were meant for longer term. Some girls were meant for breeding, to give men their sons and heirs, but the starvation they put Laci through caused her to lose her period; there was no longer a need to worry about that.
Laci had survived this long out of sheer complacency. Everything she had experienced long before being taken had her beaten down emotionally to the point that she was easy to break, and the men had told her as much, mocking her for how she simply gave in… but there wasn’t much fight left in her. Things had escalated recently, the violence she was subjected to growing, and they seemed to enjoy making her suffer more than anything… she had been in that basement a few days, and she knew they’d be torturing her more and more and that she probably wouldn’t make it out alive.
Then she opened her eyes and saw Santi, and god, did he scare the ever living fuck out of her, as did Frankie with his gun. She couldn’t have known, she couldn’t have any idea that Santi was there to save her, that he would protect her these next few days and bring her to safety. Here in the hotel, she was still nervous, still scared; being in a room alone with 4 men only ever spelled trouble since back in college… but Santi was there, Santi would keep her safe… Benny seemed nice too, anticipating her needs and giving her clothes, allowing her to shower and giving her the comb she was using right now with her shaking hand. Frankie and Will seemed unhappy with her, but at least Frankie would look at her; it was clear Will didn’t like her, he was angry at her, but she couldn’t figure out why… Laci quickly figured out Will was Benny’s older brother, the pair looked similar, but also how Will hovered, asking question after question about his injury, constantly poking around his wound until Benny smacked his hands away. Definitely siblings.
“Hey” Santi’s voice broke her from her thoughts, gently touching her wavering hand. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”
Laci gave him a sympathetic look, one she hoped expressed apology… why couldn’t she talk? This had happened before, growing up and into adulthood, but it was rare and only when her anxiety was high enough, when all the sounds and feelings and emotions and touch were too fucking much… had this year just broken her? Would she ever be back to her usual self… well, her usual self wasn’t something she was exactly proud of either.
“Can I… can i help you?” Santi asked, and Laci finally looked at him. She was starting to realize that eye contact with Santi wouldn’t result in a deafening slap… Santi was different, Santi was gentle…
Laci nodded, handing the comb to Santi. He sat against the headboard of the bed and to her own surprise, she scooted back to sit between his legs… Something about Santi’s presence was warm and comforting, a feeling of home she hadn’t truly felt since childhood.
Santiago still felt his head spinning from the last 30 or so hours Laci was far from the first trafficking victim they’d come across, but in general they had been in brothels, or in bedrooms, none had been this close to death as Laci had been, so thin he was reminded of the girl from high school with anorexia, her skin nearly gray and blood covering her face; it was a miracle they found her when they did. Santi guessed she wouldn't have lasted more than a few more days.
Her hair was a mess, and as he watched her shuttering figure attempt to comb through it, he couldn’t help offer to comb it for her. What he didn’t expect was for her to so readily get so close to him on a bed. It seemed that with everything they had gone through together, he had earned her trust. He wanted to do right by her, and he was starting with getting through her hair without hurting her too much… that was not working out. His heart tugged everytime he pulled to hard and she visibly winced, no doubt good at keeping her pain quiet after this long.
Frankie spoke up. “Start at the bottom, work your way up” he instructed. Frankie had a daughter and, up until last year, a long term girlfriend so he no doubt had experience combing and brushing. Frankie was a doting father and loving partner when he wasn't high.
“Thank you, Fish”
“Here” Benny handed him a small travel bottle. “It’s conditioner, should help detangle.” Benny was the only one who had any semblance of hair care beyond 3 in 1 champion conditioner body wash
“Thank you, Ben” Santi said, applying conditioner to a matted chunk he was trying to work on. He tried so hard to be careful, but Santi was not someone who knew anything about domesticity, he never stayed with a woman long enough, he felt like gentleness was so far out of his depth…
Will, laying on the bed, being a grump, spoke up. “Hold the hair near the knot, not the scalp, that way it’ll pull less” Was the advice he offered, despite his annoyance at the two on the bed.
“Thank you, Ironhead.” Santi spoke sincerely and with the help and advice from his friends, he worked out the matts and began combing out the rest of the hair. It was then that Laci began crying, the first time he had seen this from her. “Munequita, what’s wrong? Do you want me to move?” Santi worried his touch in her on the bed might have triggered her.
Laci shook her head, reaching to grab the note pad and pencil on the night stand, scribbling a few words. ‘It’s over.’ and boldly, she leaned back against Santi’s chest. He wrapped his arms carefully around her.
“It’s over, Lacina. Let it out, you’re safe now, no one can hurt you anymore” Santiago would make sure of it. No one would hurt her again.
And she did, she let it out, relief flowing through her as it finally sunk it; she was safe.
Santi continued to comb her hair even as it was knot-free as it seemed to sooth her, syncing the words to a Guatemalan song he knew from his mother.
Calles bañadas de luna
que fueron la cuna de mi juventud,
vengo a cantarle a mi amada,
la luna plateada de mi Xelajú.
Finally, for the first time since high school.
Lacina Marie Dumas was safe in Santiago Garcia's arms.
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For the Longest Time: Bonus Chapter (Laci and Santi)
Santiago Garcia x Lacina Dumas.
Summary: Laci is supposed to go see a movie with Ben. Supposed to. A peak inside how Santia and Laci are doing.
Warnings: Just Benny being shitty. Fighting. Yelling.
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Laci finished pouring extra oat milk into her pumpkin spiced latte, popping the lid on it. Usually, Laci didn’t have more than one cup of coffee a day as it made her anxious, but tonight she was staying up. “Hey baby.” She said to Santi as he cleaned up after dinner. “I’m going to sit on the porch while I wait for Benny.”
Today, Benny and Laci were going to the midnight premiere of Five Nights At Freddies, a movie based on a video game they loved. Laci spent hours watching Benny play it or watching youtubers play through and they were thrilled the movie was finally out.
“Alright, would you like me to sit outside with you?” It was getting dark, and Laci didn’t like the dark.
“No, I’m okay, I’ll just use the screen door, okay?”
“Okay baby, just let me know when you leave.”
“Of course!”
Laci opened the main wood door and just had the screen door closed, that way Santi could hear her swinging on their porch swing. She was doing much better, making improvements all the time in what she was capable of, and Santi’s heart swelled with pride thinking of how far she’d come. He loved her, he loved her so fucking much it hurt sometimes…
That’s what made this rough patch so rough.
The two of them just haven’t quite been the same the last few months, and Santi just didn’t know why. It wasn’t bad, not compared to what Santi had seem between other couples, but it was unlike them. Santi wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong. He was certain there was something wrong; he wasn’t saying he was blameless. In fact, he was sure whatever was happening was his fault, not hers. He just… couldn’t pin point it.
And just what was happening? Sometimes, especially after spending the day with their friends, Laci would snap at him. She’d be short, sarcastic, maybe even a little rude… and he wasn’t sure why. She had always been his sweet girl, so kind and empathetic… but she wasn’t doing it to anyone else, so it must be his fault. He was trying harder to take care of her, to be there for her, but that just seemed to irritate her. Giving her space made her sad and nervous. Santi felt like he couldn’t do anything right. When he tried talking to her about it, or suggesting he go to one of her therapy appointments, she just shut down. Couldn't get a word out of her, verbal or signed.
But he loved her, and he was still certain she loved him. There was not a doubt in his head that she loved him. So they were going to be okay. The reality of it was that Laci had been through 20 years of trauma that had only ended last year, and this was not something that would go away. She was going to have hard times, and he was going to be there for her. Nothing mattered to him more than Laci did.
It wasn’t all bad. In fact, it was mostly good, even still. They had been having a fun summer, and enjoying planning their wedding together. That made him happy, the fact she was so excited to be his wife made him fall more and more in love. It was going to be simple, in their backyard. Neither of them had any biological family left. Benny was her man of honor, Jana a bridesmaid, On Santi’s side, Will would be a groomsman and Frankie his best man. Rosie would be their flower girl, of course. For guests Laci would invite a few coworkers, Santi a couple military buddies. He’d sent an invite to Tom’s family, but doubted he’d get a reply. They’d invited Marc and Bahar, friend’s they’d made on their trip to New York and of course Ben’s girlfriend, Alice and Will’s… Well, whatever Lorelei was.
She was still the primary source of joy in his life, someone who made him laugh, someone who comforted him, someone who cared for him and he cared for in return… And she was hot as all hell. The perfect women.
Laci storm inside, slamming the screen door.
“Hey munequita, you forget-”
“I’m not going.”
Santi set down the dishes he was putting in the dishwasher. “What? Why?” They’ve had tickets for a month.
“It’s fine, he just couldn’t make it, okay?” Her lip quivered and tears blurred in her eyes as she moved to their bedroom.
Santi followed after. He felt defensive of her; Benny had canceled 5 times this month for things he was supposed to do with Laci. “He couldn’t have figured that out before? He’s supposed to be picking you up!”
“Just drop it!” Laci slammed the door to their bedroom, and when he went to open it, he found it locked.
“Lace!?” He said with a panic, pulling at the handle. “Laci are you okay?”
“Leave me alone!”
“What’s been going on with you!” Santi didn’t shout, but his voice was raised to project it through the door. “Why don’t you talk to me anymore!”
There was no response. Frustrated, but not wanting to invade her privacy especially in his high emotional state, Santi moved into the living room and pulled out his phone. He pulled up Ben’s contact.
“Hell-”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Benny sighed on the other end. “I knew you’d call.”
“Damn right I’m calling! Why did you cancel again? Benny this is twice this week.”
“Santi just drop it.” Benjamin didn’t sound like himself either. He sounded tired. “I’m… sick, okay?”
Now that was bullshit. If Benny was sick, Laci would be asking him to drive her to CVS for medicine and going over to take care of him. She wouldn’t be crying, she’d be fretting with worry.
“Oh fuck off. What’s really going on?”
“Nothing, I’m just sick.”
“You’re making her cry, Ben!”
Beep beep, went his phone. Benny hung up.
Santi scrubbed his face, exhausted. Something had happened between them. Benny and Laci had been inseparable since the day they found her, Benny being the one who first got her to talk. They had been best friends ever since, but the last few months it seemed he was pulling away. From all of them, but especially Laci. Santi could tell how much it hurt her.
When he went back to the door, he heard soft crying below. Following the sound, Santi figured out she was laying on the floor as she cried. Santi laid down on his side.
“I’m right here, Lace. Whenever you need me.”
A small set of fingers peaked out from the crack under the door, and Santi gently entangled his with hers. They laid there for a while as Laci sobbed, Santi’s heart hurting for his fiance, wanting to hold her proper.
After a little, she spoke. “Alice doesn’t want Benny alone with me anymore…”
Of course. Of course it had to do with that bitch, Alice.
“Can I hold you munequita?
Shuffling came from her side and Santiago stood up. When the door opened, and he saw her red blotchy face, Santi took her in his arms tightly.
Laci explained that Benny had been canceling because Alice had an issue with how much they hung out, that Alice accused him of cheating. She thought it was insane to go to a dark movie theater alone with her. Since the movie was sold out, she couldn’t go with them and got mad. Alice laid down a hard and fast rule that Laci and Benny couldn’t be alone together anymore. Santi was furious at Ben for being such a coward, for backing down so easily over his best friend, but this wasn’t the time. Laci’s head rested on his chest and Santiago played with her hair. It had gotten longer. She wanted length for the wedding. For his part, Santi had grown out his beard. He’d shave it for the wedding, but right now she liked the salt and pepper facial hair.
“Come on, let me take you to Five Nights at Freddy’s.” He said, coaxing her to look up at him. “If we leave now, we can still make it with all the adds they play.”
She looked a little confused. “You don’t like horror movies…”
“Oh sweetheart…” Taking her face in both his hands, he kissed her forehead before looking down at her pretty, wet, blue eyes. “I’d do anything for you. Absolutely anything. You have to know that, don’t you? Going to a movie is nothing, not when I’d get the moon if you asked.”
She dodged his eyes for a moment. “I don’t want you to watch something you hate.”
He swore up and down he wouldn’t hate it, horror just isn’t usually a genre he liked. Laci promised to make it up to him by letting him show her an Army movie. She’d even allow him to talk during the whole movie to tell her how unrealistic it was. In return, Laci explained all the lore of FNAF before the movie. They made it just in time.
That night as they lay in bed, Laci still wired from the coffee and Santi wired from the movie (how did she and Ben fall asleep to those movies?), Santi held her in his arms as he kissed through her hair.
“Do you still want to marry me?” Laci asked abruptly.
This shocked Santi enough to make him pause before turning on the bedroom light and sitting up.
The lamp illuminated behind her, making her big ears that had hair tucked behind them stand out even more, but the worry-stricken expression was evident.
“Baby… Laci, mi amor, why would you ask me that?” He was more confused than ever.
Tears welled up in her eyes again. “I know I’ve been… I’ve been mean lately… I don’t know why but it’s like the more I trust to stop the more frustrated I get… I just feel so angry lately and I’ve been taking it out on you and it’s not fair.”
“Oh, my perfect girl…” Santi rushed to hold her, drawing in her body to his arms in a tight squeeze. “Of course I still want to marry you, you are my joy, you are my greatest source of pride, you’re my heart and soul. Baby I love you, I adore you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives waking up next to you.”
“But, I haven’t been nice.” She sobbed, wetting his shirt in her tears.
“You don’t have to be nice all the time. You’ve been through things I can never imagine. Youre going to be angry sometimes.”
“But I shouldn’t take it out on you!” Laci insisted.
Santi wanted to say it was okay, he wanted to tell her she could… but that’s not what she needed.
“We’ll work on it together, baby, okay? You and me. Like we always do. You and me.”
Santiago let her cry into his arms for a while and she wore herself out, getting tired enough to lay down again and try to sleep. He kept her close.
As she drifted off to sleep, Laci kissed his bearded jaw. “You and me. It’s gonna be okay.” She sounded like she was reassuring herself. “Everything is gonna be okay.”
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: ( they are struggling. But it's normal for couple to have some downs, and at least they are aware now. Laci struggling with losing Ben, who is supposed to be her man of honor. Benny.... come on.
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Leather and Lace and Daisies
Santiago Garcia x Fem!OC (Lacina Dumas)
Summary: A special episode for Leather and Lace, with our fav horny teenagers (not literal), Santi and Laci, getting down and dirty for Valentine's Day
Can be read for smut outside the fic if you want, but plotwise it really ties in with how things have been going with Lal and the subsequent series based on Frankie, take your time.
Warnings: Blowjob, brief facefucking, throat bulge, size kink, floor 'sex' IG, after sex talk, refences to sexual trauma, eating problems, weight loss and attempts to gain weight/muscle/general health. Talk of wanting kids in the future, periods, potential fertility problems, pregnancy stuff. Usual warnings for this fic, but if I missed anything, plz LMK
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Santiago Garcia could not get home fast enough. The last fucking thing he wanted to do on Valentines day was go to a consulting meeting with an old army buddy when he had his pretty little girlfriend at home. He didn’t even like consulting that much. After Columbia, Santi is hesitant to have anything to do with military (or paramilitary) endeavors, not always sure how ethical the operation was. Today, however, it was an old buddy he trusted, and who he absolutely owed his life too. Laci understood, as long as it didn’t keep him past their dinner reservations; she had therapy anyway, she said. That didn’t help Santi at all, he had never missed a therapy session, always waiting dutifully outside in the waiting room if she had an upsetting session, ready to be there to hold her, to get ice cream, or take her to a park to decompress. The girl loved nature. Sometimes he’d join her in a session if she asked, but although Laci had told him the basics of most things, and details of many, he understood she was still entitled to privacy and could keep secrets, if that’s what she wanted.
Laci can’t drive, having never learned growing up, so Benny, of course, took her. Santi almost stayed, hating to miss it, but he knew she didn’t like him pausing his life for her, and she promised to text him to come home early if things were rough. Santi received no such text, simply a picture of a completed Highlights magazine ’spot the difference’ page held up by a very proud and smiling Ben.
“Munequita, I’m home” He called, setting his things down at the small table, but holding the bouquet of flowers
“One second!” He heard her call from the spare bedroom where she used to stay, but now functioned as a room for Rosie or Frankie, a drunk Ben, or the handful of short term foster kids they’d had.
“Lace, why are you in there?”
The door opened “This room is closer.” she explained before appearing, leaning on the doorway. “For dramatic effect.”
Santi’s jaw dropped. Nearly a year of knowing her and he still found himself stunned by her. Laci wore red lingerie that wrapped around her waist like a ribbon. She didn’t wear a lot of red, not a lot of bright colors in general; she liked pink, white, light blue, pastels… but in the red??? The bright red?!?! BRIGHT RED UNDERWEAR?!? He was gone for.
“Shit, baby-” He started, moving to set down the flowers and dive to her, but she held out her hand.
“Ah, ah, ah, pretty boy, stay there” Laci ordered.
Santi grinned. “Yes ma’am”
Laci began walking towards him, her petite hips swaying dramatically. “I’m up five more pounds, not much further now”
And just like that, the semi Santi was sporting was at full mast. The two of them had been talking about the future, getting married and having kids. A bit preemptive, but Laci and Santi had gone to a specialist to see if her body was ready for that yet, and what it would take to get her there. In captivity, she had stopped getting her period, and hadn’t regained it for a few months after coming back, so it was unsure how her fertility was affected. That, and she was not at full health yet. Laci had always been underweight, and after a history of drugs and alcohol messing with her body, followed by the things she had suffered, her health had taken a significant hit. Sometimes Laci got tired after completing simple tasks, and had barely any muscle to speak of. She had gotten much, much better, however. The fertility doctor she had seen told her she needed to gain quiet a bit of weight before she carried a healthy pregnancy and needed to work on her strength. Will wasn’t a personal trainer by any means, but the last month she had been working with him, slowly but surely working on her endurance and strength. She’d come a long way.
As she came up to him, he held out the bouquet. “For you, mi amor.” He said, out stretching his hand.
Laci beamed at him, thinking how lucky she was to have a boyfriend that did the stereotypical valentines day schtick for her, just because he knew she loved it. “Oh Santi…” She took the flowers.
“I know daisy’s are your favorite!” he said excitedly, and the nervous smile as he explained further made him look incredibly boyish. “But I saw these, they’re called Queen Anne’s Lace” He was bouncing a bit. “I thought it… it’s like you’re name?” He looked down at her, hopeful.
In truth, it was a bit ugly. But the fact he not only got her flowers, but remembered her favorite, and customized the bouquet to have something that reminded him of her... “Oh baby…” she teared up, taking them in her hand.
“Do you like them?” He asked, nervous and hopeful, his large eyes wide as he took in her expression, trying to read her.
Laci dove into him, nearly tackling him in her hug, her barely-covered body pressing up against him. “Santiago, they're perfect.”
He chuckled as he returned the hug. “I take it that’s a good Santiago?” He joked. Santiago was only used when he was in trouble or when she was about to fuck him.
He could feel her smile as she buried her face in his chest. “It was a good Santiago, Santiago”
Santiago lifted her face up to him to kiss her. “I fucking love you, Lacina, so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Santi” Laci set the flowers down as she deepened the kiss, mouth opening to welcome his tongue in. Santi’s hands ran the length of her body, feeling her skin and noting the changes in her body as she worked on her health and fuck, he was so proud of her. After everything she’d been through, she was so fucking brave, and so fucking kind.
Laci’s hand felt up his chest, down to his stomach, and cupped his erection through his dark jeans, illiciting a loud from from Santiago. He tried to start walking her to the bedroom, but her hand pushed him back against the door. “Want you right here, Santi, against the door”
“Fuck” He mumbled, watching her eyes look up at him and lips part as she began to sink down, when he caught her, pulling her up. “Not here”
“Santi-” She began to insist, but he pulled her only a few feet to the right, where the hallway turned into the living room.
“Softer here” He clarified.
Laci’s toes scrunched up in the carpet, heart swelling that even as horny as he was, he thought about her comfort, and didn’t want her bare knees on the hard, cold, wet, dirty floor. It just made her want him even more. Once they were situated again, she sunk to her knees before him, and looked up to him as she unbuttoned his pants, finding him gazing down at her adoringly.
From Santi’s view, he was reminded once again how lucky he got with her, his precious, perfect girl. She wanted him, she trusted him, she wanted to have kids with and thought he would be a good husband and father. She believed in him and submitted herself to him, body and soul as he did her. Body and soul. As she took out his throbbing cock, she took time to stroke him, licking up and down the shaft as she used her hands. Laci knew Santi loved this, he loved seeing his dick in her tiny hands, how it looked compared to her little head. Santi knew it was primal, it was his cave-man brain working overtime, but he liked feeling like he was her big, strong man, there to protect her from all the horrors of the world, keep her safe, fuck up anyone who’d ever harm her and give her all the pleasure she could take.
When Laci took him in her pretty little mouth, soft pink lips stretching around him, Santi was in fucking heaven. “Fuck…” he groaned, resting his head back against the wall as she slowly worked her self on him. His hands flexed and closed at his sides, eager to touch her, but it wasn’t time for that yet. She’d let him guide her later, let him control the pace and pull her down on him, let him fuck her face, but that was later. Right now, Laci would take her time, stretching her mouth and getting used to him entering her throat. “Doing so good, munequita, you feel fucking perfect.” he mumbled down at her, feeling her soft hands grip at his thigh in response. When Laci was finally able to work herself all the way down him, burying her face in all the hair south of the equator, a loud groan escaped his mouth, shamelessly echoing in the room, causing Laci to moan in turn, the sound vibrating on him.
Laci pulled back, taking a deep breath and panting a little and she jerked him with both hands, her single fist unable to wrap all the way around the girth. “So fucking big, daddy, you feel so fucking good in my throat.” And before Santi could respond, she took him back in again, closing her eyes as she picked up speed and- fuck, was she smiling? She was fucking smiling while blowing him. Leaning over, Santi put the back of his hand against her throat to feel himself inside her warmth. Santi always did the back of the hand, never wanting to inadvertently do anything that might even feel like his hand was going around her throat. Laci keened to his touch, eyes still closed as some spit drooled down her chin the sheer force of her actions. While bent, Santiago felt up her tits in the lingerie mumbling soft praises in her ear. ‘Good girl, pretty girl’
As he stood back up, Laci began taking him all the way to the base with every movement down, and one hand fondled his balls, barely allowing him to keep any sense of composure. “Fuck Lacina, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”
Her eyes flicked up to him at that, and she didn’t need any more words to communicate that yes, that’s what she was trying to do. Laci didn’t always want to have intercourse. The day they had sex out at the cabin by the lake, Santi understood she wasn’t magically cured, she wasn’t suddenly all better, and everything that had been done to her didn’t just go away. Most days, sex in some respect happened, and most of those days involved intercourse, but sometimes she didn’t want to be touched, and some days she wanted non penetrative sex; this was one of those days. This was not unusual for days after therapy, and Santi made a mental note to be sure to ask her how therapy went. For now however, Santi checked over her body language once again, looking for signs of discomfort, but only finding her looking up at him with devotion.
He did, however, take note of her reddening face and her chest picking up as she tried to breath through her nose. Santi pulled back, and although she gasped for air, her mouth chased after him. Crouching down in front of her, he tucked a lock of blonde behind her slightly large ears.
“Take a breather, sweet thing” he wiped her mouth clean of spit with his sleeve.
Laci began to protest. “I can-”
“I know you can, but I want you to take a second to breathe, okay? Then I’ll let you swallow me, how about that, pretty baby?”
“Okay, Santi” She smiled at him, kissing his lush lips, slow and languide as he touched her between her legs. Laci was wet as all hell, and he loved knowing he did that too her, all that just from her sucking him off.
“You ready, babydoll?”
She nodded eagerly, and Santi stood up, allowing her a minute to readjust before threading his fingers into her hair. It was his turn to run the show, set the pace, and he matched the one she was building too. Between them, blowjobs had started off very basic, Santi hesitant about hurting her, but as they grew together, Santiago became confident in his ability to read her, knowing what she could take and when to slow down. As he worked her up and down his length, his words became a stream of half-thoughts and nearly incoherant words.
“Fuck baby, so fucking- feels so good, can you touch yourself for me? Yeah? Feel wet? Is that what I do to you? That’s what I get to feel whenever I’m knuckles deep inside you, im so lucky, so fucking lucky to have you, you’re mine, pretty baby, aren’t you? Uh, uuuuhhhh- You’re my special girl? Fuuuuck, you’re just- so pretty, so fu-fucking beautful like this, dirty little mouth stretching around my dick”
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the bouquet of flowers. Santi took one of the daisy’s out of the twine wrapped around the stems, and with her mouth still around him, he slipped the flower behind her ear. “Mi flor bonita…” Santi muttered fondly.
A small whimper escaped her as she pulled back for a breath. “I fucking adore you, Santiago” she gasped out before diving back onto him, yearning for his cum in her mouth, desperate to make him feel good. One hand touching her clit, one placed on Santiago’s thick, firm, hairy thigh.
Conversely, Santiago put one hand behind her head, playing with her soft locks and feeling the regrowing hair coming through since her health and nutrition began back on track. His other hand went to his thigh, his fingers entwined with hers, holding onto her. Eyes watching her like a hawk, careful not to get so lost in his own pleasure he hurts her or misses a sign she need to stop (and he is fully confident in her that she’d signal to him if she needed to), Santiago thrusts into her wet mouth, feeling himself sliding down her throat, feeling her swallow around him as he held her hand. Laci moaned around his cock, her own fingers rapidly working herself to reach orgasm at the same time, reveling in the taste of him fully thrusting. He was watching her, taking care of her, even as he babbled near-incomprehensibly as he spilled his seed into her, bypassing her tongue and straight down her throat.
“Fuck baby, doing so good, fucking take it, take all of me, amor, fuck just like that, good girl, good girl…” Santi stilled inside her, and when he watched her throat swallow one one last time as she came on her fingers, Santi pulled out from her, a string of spit still connecting them until Laci wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Thank you, daddy” She whispered as she beamed up at her handsome, loving boyfriend.
“Fuck baby” Santi rasped, pulling her up to kiss her. “You’re fucking perfect, so fucking perfect, I can’t imagine anything better than you, I’m gonna take such good care of you, sweet thing.” He wrapped his arms around her in a hug.
“Can I have your mouth?”
“Baby, after that? You can have my mouth all fucking night long.”
Nuzzling into his shirt, cupped his perfect ass. “Not so fast, we got dinner reservations, viejo” Laci smacked his ass, then took off running to the bedroom, squealing as she saw Santi give chase.
“Fucking brat-” He started after her, but the pants and underwear gathered around his ankles making him trip and topple to the floor. Santi didn’t give up that easily, reaching out to grab her ankle. Laci yelped and fell to the floor, mostly catching herself and trying to scramble away as she laughed loudly.
“Santi! Don’t you dare!”
But Santiago dared, pulling her back towards him as he laughed jovially, feeling childish and free. Once she was in his grasp, he tickled her gently for a bit before she said stop, and proceeded to pepper her face and neck with flutterings of kisses. In their household, stop and no meant stop and no, even in playing. Grinning wildly, Laci wrapped her arms around his neck.
“You’re a pain in my ass, Santiago” Laci laughed out, the daisy still in her hair.
Santi moved himself down her as she lay on the flow, taking off her bright red underwear. “And you’re the light of my life” He proceeded to give her two orgasms with his mouth right there on the floor, and goddamn, she must really be feeling it, she usually only wanted two total.
Laci lay on his warm chest, fingers trailing over his dark skin, and Santi held her close. She was still wearing the red bra, but looking significantly messier than she had before.
“How was therapy today, Lacina.”
She chuckled a bit. “Not the most sexy of questions”
“You make everything sexy, no matter what” Santi whispered in her ear, giving her neck a little massage.
Laci snorted at that. “Okay”
Now that was odd. Santi craned his neck to look at her. “What does that mean?”
Laci looked embarrassed, and turned away from him. “Nothing, just okay”
Santi adjusted her placement on him so that she was fully laying the length of him, her face level with his. “Don’t do that, please? We have such good communication; I don’t want to start us hiding things.”
Laci considered as his eyes pleaded at her. He was right, they were a fantastic couple, she’d never been happier than she was with him, and that happiness didn’t just pass the low bar that was presented to her in the last decade. No, Santi is the kind of guy that her brother would’ve loved, should he have lived. Santi lived up to the standard Antoni had for her, not the very very low standard Laci had set for herself. Did she even have a standard before? Or did she take whatever was given. Laci never broke up with anyone, even in the worst of circumstances, she simply allowed it, never wanting to be alone. With Santi, it was different. They had fights, but just in the early days. Laci could tell him if he did something that bothered her, like being overprotective and likewise, Santi could communicate if he needed something from her, which admittedly, wasn’t much. They were honest, they were open, they were both patient and loving and cared deeply for each other's comfort, thus there was no need for fights.
Laci shrugged. “I wouldn’t exactly call myself sexy, that’s all.”
Okay, now Santi sat up. He placed Laci up to straddle him as he sat up against the couch to support his back. “Baby… I’m sure I’ve called you sexy before” Santi was bewildered, he was aware of her insecurity regarding her weight, and he always showered her and her body with affection.
“Yeah but, only during sex” She saw the heartbroken expression on his face, and cupped his cheek, not wanting him to feel like this was his fault. “You love me so much, I can’t help love myself in return. Pretty, yeah, beautiful, sure, but sexy? I’m not sexy. I’m barely 5 feet tall, I have no ass or tits, my skin and face are littered in scars, my face looks like a mouse-”
“Laci…” How could she not see what he did?
“It’s fine Santi, I don’t need to be sexy, you make me feel beautiful… I just won’t be famous instagram model is all” She tried to joke.
Santi wasn’t having it. “Mi vida, you are sexy as hell. Do you have any idea the reactions you get when you walk in a room, I can practically feel the jealousy coming off the other men. You don’t look like a mouse, you’re elven. And I have no idea what you mean about the scars, because the ones on your body are hardly noticeable, and the one on your face?” He angled her blushing face down and kissed the scar along her hairline. “This scar shows that you are a boss ass bitch”
Laci burst into loving laughter, dropping her forehead to his shoulder. “You think I’m a girl boss?”
“I think you’re the girliest of bosses” Santi re-secured the daisy behind her ear.
She chuckled and kissed his collarbone. “Thank you, baby, you always know what to say.”
Santi smiled and kissed into her hair. “Do you believe me?”
“I’m trying too.” She took a deep breath. “My therapist says that sometimes with… with abuse victims it can cause a lot of body image issues. I didn’t really think much about it growing up, but back then you were supposed to be super skinny anyway. Now I just feel weird in my skin sometimes. But it’s gotten a lot better this year, I promise.”
Santi nodded. “Okay, if you promise. Can I maybe join you and your therapist sometime and we can talk more about it? I’d love to know how to support you better.”
“You support me perfectly, my love. But yes, yes I’d love for you to come next week. And to answer your question, today’s therapy went well. Benny sat in with me for part of it.”
“... and that went well?”
“Yes,” she giggled. “I think it was helpful for my therapist to hear from a friends perspective”
Santi held Laci tighter to him. “I’m glad, Lace.”
“You know, we can skip the diner reservations, if you want. I like being here with you”
Santi knew what she was doing. Laci never wanted to put her out, she never asked for anything, but Santi knew her, and he knew she wanted the hole Valentines Day shabang. “No way, after that blowjob, you’re getting the fanciest desert we can find. Besides, I wanna see the dress you bought.” Santi was currently looking at wardrobes to put in the spare bedroom, as her collection of dresses had overtaken ⅔’s of his closet, as well as the closet in Rosie’s room. Dresses were the only thing she bought for herself in excess, and the way she looked in them? It was fine by Santiago.
Laci lifted her face to smile at Santi. “I think you’re gonna like it”
Santi kissed her cheek with a tender touch. “I know I will”
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SORRY THIS IS LATE I was gonna get it done but my car didn't start saturday so i had to uber all weekend until it was fixed tuesday,a nd tuesday was valentines day but i work at olive garden so I WAS POOPED!!! so here you are my loves.
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#santiago garcia#santi and laci#TF Romanaverse#triple frontier#santiago garcia smut#smut#santiago garcia fluff
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Bonus chapter request for LaL only if you’re up for it hehehehehe
Santi and Laci being horny for each other (what’s new) but competition is involved
A Little Game
Santiago Garcia x Fem!OC
Triple Frontier Masterlist
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Summary: Santi and Laci are notorious for fucking like horny teenagers, and both pride themselves on the ability to make each other come easily. This time, they turn it into a bit of a game
Warnings: PIV sex, finger sucking, dirty talk (it's Santi, what can I say), post-sex talk. Maybe it's a bit cheesy but I think it's important for couples to check in, even if they don't have adventurous sex.
You don’t have to have read Leather and Lace for this make sense!
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Santiago Garcia had a few key traits that everyone knew about him.
One, he was fiercely protective of those he loved. Despite being ex-military and all bigger and stronger than him and Santi’s knees ready to give out any second, Santiago would get between Benny, Will or Frankie and an enemy with no hesitation. Since Laci came into his life, as sweet and small and emotional as she was, it had taken priority over everything.
Secondly, he was head over heels in love with Lacina, it was damn near pathetic, and he’d been called a myriad of names for it: simp, pussy-whipped, and so on. He didn’t mind, because it was completely accurate. He would do absolutely anything for her, and had shown that time and time again. He had never been the kind of guy to stay in one place for long, but with her, it was easy. None of this was to say that all he did was give, no, Laci gave in return. She showered him in love and affection, creating a home he was happy to come back to at the end of the day, something he’d never had before
Finally, Santiago Alfonso Munoz Garcia had a competitive side.
Most people didn’t bother taking him up on this, as he tended to win and would gloat about it, or if he lost, he’d sulk, but sometimes He found himself in strong competition. Benny was frequently on the other end of things, so was Jana. Benny simply enjoyed spending quality time with people, and if that meant losing to the biggest brag on the planet, so be it. Jana, Frankie’s baby mama and ex-girlfriend who Santi found spending more and more time around them again, simply refused to let Santi get away with… well… anything. That’s why Santi liked her, she offered a challenge. Laci seemed to be the only person who didn’t make Santi want to absolutely destroy them in a game of monopoly; with her, he was happy just to be.
Now, when she challenged him, however…
Santi wasn’t playing fair, not at all, but it had Laci’s idea in the first place, she should’ve known he’d pull out the big guns.
Lacina Dumas had a few key traits that everyone knew about her.
Firstly, you had to be gentle with her, she’d been through a lot. Laci had a lot of anxiety, especially out in public. She’d gotten a lot better, but Santi, Benny or Jana had to be with her for most things. She cried easily, and if she was particularly anxious or upset, she stopped talking. But with that sensitivity, she was always sensitive to everyone else.
That was the second thing about her. Laci had been a big part of Frankie’s recovery, and she softened out Santi’s edges. There had been many a time Santi’s rage issues threatened to boil over into an outburst (often at Ben) but he held back for her sake, knowing it would just upset her, and Santi never wanted to upset her. She always cared for others, a strong motherly instinct that made Santi want to fill her up and make her stomach swell with his child every time she tucked Benny into the spare bedroom after rescuing him from another barfight, held Frankie’s hand as he’s fighting cravings, or bring snacks to him and Will as they work on his truck.
Lastly, she loved Santiago with everything in her, absolutely obsessed with him. Everyone made fun of Santi for the way she turned the hardened ex-special ops soldier into a swooning mess, but she was down just as bad. She had a mental catalog of exactly what food Santi liked and how he liked them as she did for the guys. Santi’s friends were an extension of him, and thusly taking care of them was just as important when it came to expressing her love. There was nothing she craved more than his praise, there was nothing Laci wanted more than to make him happy.
And that’s how she almost lost.
“Come on munequita, won’t you come for me? I wanna feel you come on my cock, you always look so good like that” Santi spoke softly, in contrast to the way he was thrusting into her. “Make me proud.”
The game was simple. First one to come, loses. Santiago already had the advantage, he was used to holding himself back his release in favor of giving her orgasm after orgasm. Santi never made her beg, never edged her, but god, did he edge himself.
Laci was close to losing. In past relationships, she had been lucky to get off at all half the time, so she had never held back when she got to come, and with Santi, she took every single one he had given her. Lying on her back, she writhed as Santi kept her hips pinned to the mattress, continuing to encourage her.
“Don’t you wanna be my good girl?”
“Y-Yes” She sounded pathetic and she knew it, she’d never win if she kept giving in.
“Then I need you to come for me, sweet thing”
It took everything in her to not gush around him right there; she needed to shut him up.
“Santiago?” She reached up to touch his stumbled face, and like on cue, he closed his eyes and smiled, leaning in to her touch. She only ever called him by his full name when she was mad at him, or really fucking horny.
“Yes, Lacina?” He only ever called her by her full name when he was being tender and sweet, or really fucking horny.
Hickies, in general, were off limits for Laci. “Want you to mark me”
Santi’s breath hitched at that, so consumed with the idea of physically marking her as his in another way, that he didn’t stop to consider she was trying to keep his mouth occupied. “Yeah? You sure?” No matter how horny-addled he was, and no matter their competition, he always wanted to make sure she was in her comfort zone.
Smiling and nodding, she traced her collarbone. “Below here” In general, Laci was awkward around sex, she didn’t like talking about it, rarely even talking about it with Jana or Benny. Below the collar, it was easy to hide, especially in the winter.
Santi took the bait, diving into her soft skin and immediately sucking into the swell of her breast, possessive and loving. This allowed Laci to regain a modicum of composure without Santi’s dirty mouth working her up. She may or may not have come completely untouched before, just from Santi lying next to her, telling how much he loved her, how sexy she was, all the things he wanted to do to her.
Problem was, his mouth felt fucking good, his cock was pumping vigorously, and his hands were working her body as they always did. And, of course, he still didn’t shut the fuck up.
“Tastes so good, carino” he muttered between sucks and licks. “Don’t you wanna come for me? Don’t you wanna show me how good you can be? Makes me so happy when I feel your pussy squeezing me, you always make me feel so good” Santi could feel her tightening, her eyes were tightly shut and her head flopped on the pillow the way she always did when she was close. “Can you come for me? Hm? I’ll come with you, you won’t even technically be losing, Lace, it’ll practically be a tie”
This, to anyone who didn’t know Santi, would sound like a compromise, but Laci knew him, and there were two key words: practically and technically. He had absolutely no plans of losing, and she’d never hear the end of it. Santi loved how easily and how quickly he could make her come, however before they were having sex, all he needed was to put her over his lap, straddling his leg and she’d simply get off on his thigh. He was no better, he’d come plenty of time by humping the bed as he ate her out. Laci, however, refused to let him win, despite the promise of coming together, Laci’s absolute favorite thing. Favorite, it seemed, except for beating him in a competition.
She needed something different, she couldn’t simply keep trying to distract him and trying to hold off her own orgasm longer than him; he’d win, easy.
Gripping his strong, firm biceps (and oh god, she about came just from that, from taking in his strength; she always felt so safe in him.) and rolled him over, straddling across his wide center, and she looked down at him. Santi’s eyes were blown out, nearly black and he gazed up at her in awe, mouth agape. Laci rocked her hips on him, an unfamiliar sensation of power flowing through her; she was rarely on top, and if she was, it was usually with Santi thrusting him up into her, or his hands guiding her hips. Santi was sually in control of the show, Laci was more than happy to give over all responsabilty and give in to him, knowing full well that her trust was, for once, in the right place. Laci was safe with him, and her submission to Santiago only ever meant complete pleasure and safety.
But right now? On top of him and controling the pace as he looked up at her in adoration… she liked this.
Hands on his chest, she leaned over him, a little bit drunk on the power he gave over to her. It wasn’t physical power, he was way stronger than her in that sense, it was the emotional power. She hadn’t known Santi very long in the grand scheme of things, but from what she heard from Ben, Santi didn’t stay with women more than a few months. And yet, here he was, nearly a year with her.
Rocking faster on him, she heard him groaning loudly; he was starting to slip, he needed to get his mouth working, he knew that would do her in. That girl and her praise kink. “You look so pretty like this bebita, but you look even prettier when you come, all falling apart for me, my little girl just soaking me in her cum, so perfect and wet, come on Lacina, cum for dad-”
Before she had much of a chance to think it over, Laci shoved two fingers into Santi’s mouth, wide eyed with a small, panicked smile on her face. She couldn’t let him finish that sentence, she’d be done for.
Santi was surprised, to say the least, but what was more surprising was how much he liked it, how he moaned and closed his eyes, how he sucked and swirled his tongue so well Laci wondered if he was absolutely sure that he and Benny didn’t mess around at all back in the day?
“Doing so good, pretty boy” She cooed at him, and when his cock twitched inside her, she knew he was done for, and pulled out a last resort to make him come before he had a chance to turn it around on her. “Come for me, come for mommy.”
As his hips bucked up into her, she felt him bite down on her fingers when his release hit him, spilling into the condom; unexpectedly, but she should’ve seen him coming, she had absolutely bitten him much harder when coming, leaving indents in his shoulder from time to time. She felt his hand squeeze her thigh; he wanted her to come with him. When she was certain he lost their little game, Laci threw her head back as she came on his cock while his hips still moved in her; coming together, just like she loves so much. All competition aside, she just loved being close to him, feeling him inside her, or skin to skin if she didn’t want to have sex that day.
Exhausted, Laci slumped down on Santi’s bare chest, thick sheen of sweat covering their skin, and his warm embrace covered her cooling skin as she pulsed around him.
“Jesus baby, you’re still coming? Maybe I should make you hold off more often” Santiago teased as he played with her hair; it had grown longer, trailing past her shoulders. There was almost a second layer to her hair; the hair that had fallen out last year grew back in, and he knew she would probably cut it soon to even it all out. She hated how it looked, frequently braiding it away to make it less obvious but Santi thought of it as a sign of progress, of how far she’d come.
Gentle fingers trailed her back. “How are you feeling, baby doll?”
Laci brought her head up, her full body weight on his chest as she propped herself on him. “Feeling great, handsome” She booped his nose with the fingers that were previously in his mouth. “Other than my fingers, which you almost bit off like Gollum at the end of The Lord Of The Rings”
Despite her joking tone, Santiago frowned, never wanting to cause her pain, and took her fingers in his grasp and brought them to his face to examine them. “I’m sorry, munequita, I really didn’t mean to”
But Laci just laughed, kissing his lush lips. “It’s okay sweetie, I shouldn’t have stuck my fingers in your mouth while trying to make you come.”
“I should be more careful…” He muttered.
Laci just smiled at him fondly. “So I take it you’re not open to BDSM” When Santi’s eyes widened in surprise, she laughed. “I’m kidding, baby, I’m kidding”
Santi still eyed her suspiciously. “Did you… did you want that?”
She shrugged before nestling back into his chest. “I dunno, I wouldn’t be opposed to trying a few things. Not like 50 Shades of Gray or anything but… yeah”
“Are you…” He coaxed her face back up to him in concern. “Are you dissatisfied with our sex life?”
Laci couldn’t help but laugh at the silliness of the statement. He had waited months for her to be ready to have sex, and he thought she could be dissatisfied with him? When she saw the genuine concern in his eyes, however, she stopped messing around. “No, mi cielo, no, I was just throwing it out there.” She caressed his thick, graying hair, hair he had grown out per her request. “I’m happier with you than I ever thought possible.”
Pressing a gentle kiss into the skin of her cheeks, he pulled their blanket over their naked bodies as the heat of sex dissipated, and the cold settled in. “There isn’t any part of me that wants to cause you any pain, I don’t think I’m comfortable with that, at least right now, anyway. Can we maybe table this for another time?” He carefully asked her. Santiago always wanted to give her the best orgasms he could give, but he didn’t want to hurt her, considering what she had been through.
With every ounce of love and respect he had given her when she wasn’t ready for sex, she gave back, reassuring him in her love for him, and in the way they made love. He didn’t have to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. After a pause, she brought up the elephant in the room. “So… you came when I said…”
“Yeah..”
Smiling at him and gently scratching at his growing-in beard, Laci continued. “Did you like that? I was honestly just trying to catch you off guard…” She chuckled a bit before kissing his jaw; he was still inside her, and she had no intention of leaving.
He laughed back fondly. “I didn’t dislike it. I mean, I liked it, obvious, but I don’t know if I want that all the time.” Santiago cupped her face, and she smiled into his grasp. “I like taking care of you, I like being your daddy. Maybe on special occasions?”
Nodding, she beamed at him “Special occasions it is, beautiful”
A small groan escaped him; he loved when she called him beautiful. He took her in his arms and rolled her over so that he was on top; he began to harden inside her already.
She could feel him getting hard again, and she relished in knowing that she did this to him. “Ready so soon, Santiago?” Laci teased.
His hands roamed her body, playing with her nipples as he felt her up. “Only if you are, my love”
“Yeah” her voice was breathy, heart speeding up already. “But you lost the game, so you gotta make me diner after” Laci teased.
“I don’t need to lose a competition to treat you right, munequita, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed tomorrow too”
“Santiago Garcia, you are the love of my life.”
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HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!! Mona i know this probably isn't as horny as you wanted but I got real emo about these two what can I say.
If you like these two, maybe check out Leather and Lace!
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NSFW Alphabet: Santi and Laci
Wanted to do a NSFW alphabet but specifically for Santiago Garcia and Lacina Dumas from Leather and Lace bc they are horny teenagers despite being 30 and.... whatever age Santi is idk, 42?
Anyway IDK who even cares about this but here you go.
A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Santi always takes care of Laci, in and out of sex. There is nothing more important to him than her comfort and safety. Sex always involved lots of checking in, before, during and after. For the most part, it's Santi caring for her, since she'd the one with extensive trauma, but as we saw in the most recent bonus chapter, Laci will always take care of him too, and is cognizant of his comfort. Sex between these two is never super adventurous, but Santi will always hold her tightly, tell her how well she did, and clean her up if they made a mess.
B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Laci is insecure about her body, to be sure, considering how skinny and short she is. Despite how much Santi can hardly keep his hands off her, she still doesn't like her body. This is a typical response a lot of people who have experienced sexual trauma have, weird relationships with their body (this will be explored a little more in the next bonus chapter). Laci, however, loves Santi's thighs. Before they had sex, Laci frequently got off by riding him. That's not to say she doesn't love his ass too (Have you seen this man's ass? amazing) and was even caught checking out Will's in the Christmas chapter. But then theres his arms, his strong, thick arms that always make her feel so safe and protected... his tummy, they way it peaked out and spilled over the waistband of his shorts when he bent over... shit.
Santi, on the other hand, doesn't think he could pick a favorite part. Everything she's ever worn has made him feral, even when was trying to hide his feelings towards her. Even outside of sexual body parts, Santi fawns over everything about her. Her little nose, her cute hands, hell her forhead!!! Santi always kissing her forhead, even over that scar that cut into her hairline from they day he found her. You ever seen the Addams family (the black and white one, idk how it goes in the newer ones) Where Morticia does one (1) thing and Gomez goes crazy and is kissing up her hands and arms like a man possessed? Thats him. Oh, his favorite body part on himself? His ass, of course.
C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)
As of right now, Laci is not on birth control. She decided after everything, it just was not what's best for her body. She tracks her cycle but Santi is plenty happy to take on the responsibility of birth control himself. Even when Laci says it's okay, they don't need a condom, my boy ain't taking risks with her and her health; condom every time. All this to say, there not a lot of cum play to be had. On days when Laci doesn't want intercourse (as still happens, she's not cured) Santi still, in general will cum in her mouth, or on her skin; not her face. He can't put it to words, but he doesn't want to mess up her pretty face like that.
Laci on the other hand would fucking love it. In chapter... 10? I think? Of LaL Laci sits on Santi's face and he comes all over his stomach. Laci is happy to lick it off him, smearing it all over her face.
D: Dirty Secret
Not necessarily a secret, because I can't see these two keeping much secrets, but Laci has an interest in Santi and her experimenting with rougher stuff. However, like they talked about, Santi isn't comfortable hurting her, and Laci respects that.
E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Both very experienced. Santi was a man whore, Laci is the first serious girlfriend he's ever had, everyone else has just been hooking up. Lots of hooking up. My dude knows what he's doing to be sure, and thusly he knows how to take care of Laci in a variety of ways.
Laci has been around. Even before she was taken and outside assaults she still has been with a lot of people. Laci just wants to be loved, so anyone that shows her just a bit of kindness, she'd let take what they want. Not that every time was bad, but most men didn't really care about her pleasure, but she used sex as a bargaining tool, a reward for being nice. That's why she kissed Santi the first day she moved in with him; he was nice to her, she so figured she had to give him her body. When it comes to actual loving, pleasureful sex with an actual kind and caring partner who doesn't leave right away or hurt her, that she has little experience with.
F: Favorite Position
When it comes to intercourse, its missionary for both of them. Giant fucking saps, they like feeling so close, gazing into each others eyes smiling and giggling and whispering praises. to each other. When intercourse isn't involved, a go-to is Santi eating her out while grinding on the bed until he comes in his pants.
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Oh most definitely. These two are, as Mona and I constantly say, horny teenagers. BUT they are very much in love, and very very happy together, this leads to lots of giggling and grinning. that is if Laci isn't too subby. Sometimes she just needs her daddy to take care of her.
H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Although Santi insists she doesn't have to shave if she doesn't want to, she still shaved the bikini line and keeps things trim. Laci doesn't really care about Santi's grooming since she knows he's plenty through in the shower, but Santi returns the same curtesy, mildly trimming.
I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Holy fuck, very intimate. God I want sex like I write these two having ;-;. The amount of face touching, tender kisses, words of adoration I just caaaaaant
J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Both Laci and Santi admited to masturbating to the thought of each other before they got together. When Laci doesn't want to have intercourse, the other ways the two have sex often involve Santi jacking himself off, or her jacking him. Laci never has much need to touch herself, as Santi is generally raring to go, but that's not to say she hasn't when she cant sleep or when Santi wants to watch.
K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Not a whole fucking lot
Daddy kink absolutely, but I wouldn't say its full dd/lg or little space or anything. Laci can act what some people consider childish, but that literally me, Im giggly, I skip around, im goofy. Laci ha had a rough life so yeah, she likes to enjoy things, but that not out of an age plaything. Santi likes being her daddy because he likes taking care of her. There are no punishments, no orgasm denial, no dressing up, anything you usually see in that scene. But yeah, she absolutely calls him daddy.
Considering what she's been through, anything involving pain, tying up, degredation etc is a huge no
BUT! praise is in full force.
L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Bed. Just like missionary, these two keep it simple. Santi always wants her to feel comfortable, and Laci loves the romanticism of it... however.
Don't tell Will, but Santi has had her on every surface, chair, floor, washing machine...
M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Santi is pussy drunk. She's step out in a perfectly normal dress and next thing she know she's being dragged back into the bedroom and her skirt hiked up as Santi's tongue dives into her.
Sometimes, it happens when he see's her perfectly, wholly, inexplicably happy
Laci likes to think she's not as bad; but thats because Santi's usally making the first move. She's no better. The second that man reaching up on the top shelf for her (and several shelves lower bc that girl cant reach shit. He had rearrange his kitchen just so she could cook without climbing up on the counter every five minuets.) if his t-shirt pulls up and she sees a peak of his tummy, its game over.
N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Santi will not hurt her. Even if she wanted it, there was no part of him that desired to do that. Not that he judged anyone else; He's seen Jana and Frankie's sex closet accidentally, it's none of his business. And it's not that he's never played around with rougher sex before; he's slapped and choked and manhandled. But Laci's been through inexpressible trauma, and he wouldn't want to trigger something, and he never wants to be lumped in with the others who've harmed her.
O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Easy peasy, Santi could spend the entire day with his face between her legs if she'd let him. They spent months only doing oral/outtercorse before Laci was ready for more and Santi told Frankie early on that he wasn't sure she'd ever be ready for sex, and he was ready to accept that, content with their sex life as is.
P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)
Slow and sensual. Not to say Santi doesn't pick up the pace, especially if Laci asked him too (he always promised he would never make her beg.) but sensual was his go to.
Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
100% down for quickies, they do it a lot. When they can squeeze one in, they will.
R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
No. Santi does not take risks with Laci. Slight experiments like Laci telling him to cum for mommy, and putting her fingers in his mouth, sure, but that's usually led by Laci.
Santi does not do anything new without consent, ever, even small things.
S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Let's be honest here, my dude is in his early 40's. not saying thats OLD old, but he's not 20 anymore. He can still go a few rounds in general, but he's gonna need a min.
Santi had prematurely cum on more than one occasion, Laci tends to get him like that quite a bit, but don't you worry, even if he comes 5 minutes in, he'll always take care of her.
Laci, however, doesn't generally want to go rounds, doesnt want marathons. She likes sex as it is, feeling natural. If they do go for round two, although she's a bit of a pillow princess, she will try to get Santi to let her ride him. She learned pretty quickly two rounds will fuck up his knees, and she doesn't want his knees hurting.
T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Ima be straight up again. Not right now. Santi's thought about it, but Laci doesn't generally seem to want earth shattering, overstimulating, world rocking orgasms. Sometimes, yeah, but she's sensitive, preferring to keep things simple.
But further down the line, I can see them getting a simple vibrator
U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)
"Oh baby, I'll never make you beg"
V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
For Santi, volume-wise he isn't too loud, he never wants to shout or startle her, but he always makes sure his appreciation was known, Santi is known for his dirty mouth in sex, and that alone could get Laci off. And has.
Laci is loouuuddd. When no one else is in their home (so many people use that guest bedroom oh my god) she goes OFF
W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)
Not exactly Santi and Laci but in chapter 11, Frankie heard Laci call him daddy, and he has never let it go. He's never told Ben or Will, just out of respect for Laci and her modesty around sex, but whenever he needs one over of Santi, he just calls him daddy and he wins.
X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Santi, as I think we all know got it going on. It's nothing crazy, not like Frankie, but Laci goes crazy for his dick.
Laci had to get put on anti-biotitcs when she came back to the US, but everything cleared up just fine and she's perfectly healthy. Santi cannot get enough of how she tastes, and could go down on her for hours if she let him.
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
These two are insane. Half the time when Laci steps out in a new outfit, 5 minuets later it's on the floor and she'll have to redress. Santi is no better. We'll see down the line, Santi takes off his shirt while competing with Jana over beanbags, and Laci's eyes just about bug out of her head as she drags him inside. However, Laci doesn't generally like to go for multiple rounds or marathon sex, she doesn't like the overstimulation.
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Laci is out like a LIGHT. If she's on top, riding his thigh or cowgirl, once she comes, she's slumped over him, quickly and safely wrapped in his arms and is already dozing off. Santi will carefully lay her down, tucking her in as they talk if she doesn't go to bed imminently.
Santi has struggled to sleep most of his life. He spent his childhood very stressed about money and his dad leaving, and the military didn't help this. Quickly, however, he finds Laci helps him sleep. Not even just after sex, but in general he finds he can finally sleep with her. After sex, Santi knows she's going to sleep fast. Sometimes she'll fall asleep right away or when he's still inside her, but he tries to wake her up to use the bathroom. Santi always cleans her up if needed, pulls a t-shirt over her even if she's asleep, and sweats if it's cold, then cuddles up next to his precious girl. Once he's sure she's out and doesn't seem to be having any nightmares, he's out too.
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Used a pic crew to make my OC’s agsin!
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Rebecca Levi: 35, best friend of Marc’s his whole life. They spent about a year living together/struggling with homelessness, relying on each other for survival since childhood, where they both dealt with abuse. Becca is the older sister of her brother Asa, who became like a little brother to Marc after Randall’s death. Rebecca is a proof Jewish women, outgoing, unafraid of anyone, until she met Jack. Trapped in an abusive marriage, Marc is her only way out. This is Revikah a month or so into moving back in with Marc. She’s gone back to the shoulder length, dark thick hair she had before Jack changed her, and the simple comfortable clothes she prefers. She has a scar over one side of her face where Jack threw near-boiling water on her. She’s regaining herself again, and helping Marc find his way in turn. Rebecca has thick dark hair she prefers short, tan skin,
Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside
Samantha Waters: 25, non traditional college student living in London. Although born in the US, she moved with her family in middle school to hertfordshire. From a large catholic family, Sam is the second oldest and spent her childhood with her older brother trying to protect her siblings from her dads abuse. Sam has a lot of trauma, from her dad and other men, battles depression, anxiety, ptsd, and problem drinking. None the less, she is cheerful, kind, and friendly. Same loves Steven and Marc, and Jake as a brother, she loves her siblings, friends, and children at the day care she works at. Sam has a lot of anger problems, which makes for fights between her and Marc, as both are volatile. She’s a bit of a mess, but she’s trying. Sam has wild auburn hair, thick and wavy, that Marc is obsessed with. She’s pale with large blue eyes.
Leather and Lace
Lacina Dumas: 29, Laci was initially found in the basement of a drug lord the boys were raiding. She’s a victim of sex trafficking and significant abuse in relationships before hand, leaving her emotionally and physically scarred. When found, she’s gaunt from starvation, her long blonde hair messy and mated, a bloody wound on her forehead that healed into a scar that cuts into her hairline. She’s dirty, bruised and bleeding, and won’t hardly talk. As Santi takes her in and they fall in love, she’s allowed space to heal with Santiago taking care of her anc protecting her. Laci is very short, only 5’, and even as she recovers, she remains underweight. She’s pale, but as she gets better she has a pink blush on her cheeks, matching the pink she likes to wear
#sunshine starlight sweetheart brightside#leather and lace fic#seattle moon knight fic#romana writes
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All my OCs with this piccrew
Lacina “laci” Dumas
Jana Fernandez
Lorelei Giang
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Clementine O’Niell
Rebecca “Rivkah” Levy
Iris Hanson
Samantha “Sam” Waters
Angela Dempsey (pre-Gilead)
And welcome our newest oc…
Marisol “Mariposa” Muñoz
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