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HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!oc as enemies to star-crossed lovers

CHAPTER SEVEN — WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS

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summary: christmastime in hawkins brings a bunch of cherry bombs in the boy's bathroom, a trip down memory lane via seven minutes in heaven avenue, and the least likely trio this town has ever seen. content warnings: MINORS DNI i'm going to fuck you up and santa isn't real so we've got, smut including references to and descriptions of male and female masturbation, smoking, swearing, a pregnancy scare, era-typical misogyny and ANGST in the form of a flashback!!! word count: 12.5k. merry christmas babies

Dear reader, it takes you less than five weeks to become incapable of imagining your life without Eddie Munson.

Which, given his propensity for being an absolute neanderthal, is concerning.

Eddie Munson talks with his mouth full and plays his music too loud. He never closes a cabinet all the way. He walks through anywhere, literally anywhere, be it a store or the library or Ronnie’s trailer–leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He talks during movies and puts his feet up on the seats at the Hawk. He makes fun of the books you read, but always grabs them away from you to stare at the blurb on the back. He never finishes a cigarette all the way before lighting another one, which is just wasteful. He pretends to be good at holding his liquor, but he’s not.

He stands too close to you in places where he’s got plenty of room to move. He makes you laugh, even when you don’t want to. He holds the door for you in school, at the bookstore, getting out of the van, even though you’re more than capable of doing that yourself. He takes advantage of you when you’re in a good mood, like making you scratch his head as if he were a cat.

Sometimes he calls you ‘baby’, as if you don’t have a nickname already. As if you two are…

You lean toward the only mirror in the girls’ room with decent light, reapplying the red lip stain you’d taken to wearing– it was coming on Christmas, for god’s sake, and despite everything, you’re feeling festive. Quick. Lighter on your feet than you have been in a long time.

“Hey girl, could I borrow that?” an out-of-tune simper rings right next to your ear and you almost jump out of your skin, lipstick clattering into the sink.

“Jesus!” you say, and Eddie Munson cackles. You knock him back with a one-handed shove, face setting into that funny little grimace you’ve taken to wearing when he acts up– and he’s always acting up. You’re gonna get wrinkles if he doesn’t cut it out. “What the hell are you doing in here? Hair in your eyes make you miss the sign that says girl’s room?”

You know that’s not true, because you were the one that just about tied him to a chair in Ronnie Ecker’s trailer so you could trim his bangs last week.

This is a fuckin’ violation of my human rights, Lacy!

Every time I’m seen with you, people think I’m out walking a goddamn Briard. Hold still!

“So, hot off the press, newspaper girl,” Eddie says, leaning against the yellow porcelain, “One, I am literate, much to everyone’s shock and awe. And two, someone threw a bunch of cherry bombs down the john in the boy’s bathroom and the place is fucking Hiroshima, but wet and kinda shitty smelling. So we all got told to use this…” He gestures around at the clean-ish tile. “...salon of iniquity.”

“Was it you?” you ask, plucking a cigarette from the soft pack he’s offering you.

“Huh?” He scrunches his brows, leaning with a lighter ready. He’s taken to doing that; cigarette at the ready, lighter at the ready, low-grade explosives at the ready, probably.

“The cherry bombs, was it you?” you say through a reel of blue smoke.

“For once, no,” Eddie sighs, head slumping forward like a Peanuts character, “Some other gorgeous, anarchistic genius got the jump on me.”

“Oh, god,” a frown sets in; you pick up your dropped lipstick and in its wake, ash into the sink, “There’s no other bathrooms on campus you animals could use?”

“Nuh-uh. Unisexuality, baby, it’s the way of the future,” Eddie tells you, fanning out his hands like P.T. Barnum.

A beat. You think. This bathroom, the unofficially allocated senior bathroom, the one you and the rest of the Hawkins in-crowd had been using since sophomore year, got crowded at the best of times. The fumes of Aquanet were a definite health risk, but that’s an occupational hazard when it comes to being a girl. You add boys into the mix, nay, couples into the mix–

Damn.

“We’re about to witness the conception of so many toilet babies.”

Realization dawns on Eddie, his brown eyes flaring. “Oh shiiiit. I never thought of that.”

“The band geeks alone, Eddie,” you whisper, head tilting toward him all scandalized-like, “We’re gonna show up at our fifteen year reunion and every single one of these suckers is gonna have their own little freshman clones.”

“Spare a thought for Heather Holloway.” Eddie’s face, a mask of mock concern, makes you roll your eyes.

“Why?” you scoff, not a fan, “She doesn’t inspire many.”

“Objection. Her implants do.”

You turn to face him fully. “J’excuse?”

“Swear to god,” and his palms are up, “Just saw her in Chemistry.”

“Good? Bad?”

“Conical. Jayne Mansfield.” Aaand his hands are gesturing, animatedly. Crassly. Pervily. “Take your goddamn eye out.”

“Wow. Christmas came early.”

“Christmas ain’t the only thing that’s gonna be coming early…”

“Ew.”

Eddie smirks and flicks his cigarette into the sink, hitting the faucet to wash it away– there were at least three good drags left in that, you think.

“Heather H, first one to get knocked up in the Great Bathroom Insemination Project of 1984. Mark my words.”

“And you think you’re in with a shot?” Your tone is dripping in sneer.

Eddie regards you for a moment, so you know something deeply annoying is about to happen. His voice goes all serious, barely above a whisper, as he closes space between you like he’s trying to beat a draft.

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Lacy baby.” His hands brace either side of the sink you’re standing at, trapping you against him. See? No respect for boundaries. But– Hm. Not… that annoying. “Oversexed teenagers sharing the same bathroom– at Christmas, with all that mistletoe around and shit.” His eyes, searching you with a glint that’s s’posed to be provocative. You, elbow propped up by your folded arm, puff a plume of smoke into his face. He doesn’t even blink. Smirk pursing his lips up. The two of you have established a rhythm. “Anything could happen.”

“Ew, what the hell are you doing in here? This is the girl’s room.” Enter some upstart underclassman, and Eddie’s peeling away from you.

“You didn’t see the biblical flood on the second floor, Pippi Longstocking?” His voice is big and booming and bouncing off the tile, making the underclassman cringe. “Forcible takeover. This is my house now.”

“God, shut up, freak.” She shuffles by the two of you to a vacant stall with a look you recognize– she’s so telling her friends about those two trailer park abnormos just about copulating in the bathroom later.

“Great choice!” Eddie exclaims, door of the stall slamming, “I warmed the seat for ya!”

—

“Watch where you’re going, you almost milled down that stroller!”

“I wouldn’t need to go so fast if you two, freakin’ Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Priss Ass, didn’t insist on getting to this place before it closed!”

“We wouldn’t need to rush if you hadn’t spent all freakin’ afternoon at goddamn Lipton landing getting all– all–”

“All?”

“--toked up and shit!”

“Market research, Ecker! And, I’m gonna remember you said that! Later! When you want to get all toked up and shit– woah!”

Listening to Ronnie Ecker and Eddie Munson bicker in the front seat while you balance on a drum stool in the back of his van, clutching onto Ronnie’s passenger seat for dear life– no better way to get into the spirit of the season. You’d be joining in the milieu if you weren’t currently suffering from major motion sickness.

Eddie takes a harsh pull into a parking spot outside of Family Video and–“Go, go, go!”--you three load out like soldiers, locked on the target. He takes the lead, swinging the door open for the two of you ladies, but a voice calls out from the counter before Ronnie can even get a toe over the threshold.

“Oh, no– no way, no way!” Steve Harrington’s yelling from the helm of the ship, waving his hands. “We are– fifteen goddamn minutes away from close, I can’t do this tonight!”

“Highly unwise of you to turn away paying customers, Harrington!” Eddie gasps, Ronnie ducking under his arm.

“You guys come in here and spend honest-to-god hours talking shit in the aisles and– and you never even rent anything!”

“Well, your luck’s about to change!” Ronnie says, and Steve regards her with a mask of total confusion because, well, it’s likely he’s never heard her speak directly to anyone other than Eddie before.

That’s when you roll in the door under Eddie’s arm-arch, color rising in your cheeks that’s not from the cold.

“I am deeply reconsidering my association with you guys.”

“Tough shit.” “Find another trailer park.” “You love it. You love us. You’re obsessed.”

You pinch both of your hands towards them, the universal action to encourage zipping it, and cast a glance towards Steve. His shoulders relax. His vest is green and garish and a terrible color on him and… he’s wearing elf ears. And he’s Steve Harrington. And your stomach clenches, though it’s more muscle memory than anything else.

“Hey, Steve,” you smile, soft and small and not really all that there.

“Lacy. Hi.” He does smile at you, after a beat. “You responsible for these assholes?”

You hadn’t seen him since the night of his party, that grand inferno that had landed you here, standing between Eddie and Ronnie and feeling not entirely awful about it. Well, you hadn’t exactly seen him then either, except for a flash when Eddie was dragging you out of his house.

So, y’know, the blush is entirely justified.

“She’s bankrolling us,” Eddie says, closing the door to keep the heat in and speaking just to break the tension. True, too– you’d scored a part time gig at The Bookstore after a confrontation with the eagle-eyed Ivana regarding certain missing copies of Little Women, The Woman Destroyed and Fear and Trembling. You assumed you were working off the thievery, which you never directly admitted to and she never directly accused you of– but then, she paid you.

Ivana, it turns out, is incredibly pro-workers rights and even more incredibly anti-Hawkins gossip mill. Which works out a treat for you. The bookstore’s become more of a haven than it had been before.

“Can you scatter already?” you direct two thirds of your threesome towards the stacks. “Let’s make this breezy, I feel a wave of mortification rising.”

“No. I was promised in-store bickering,” Eddie says, rooting himself to the spot. You catch a weird flash of– something in his eyes. Ronnie, with her unlikely band geek strength, groans and yanks him toward the horror section. “It’s my favorite part! It’s like the pre-show!”

You take to the counter, gingerly, shyly. Why are you shy? Why, all of a sudden, after showing your ass in such a spectacular bruise-garnering fashion, are you shy to speak to Steve Harrington? Is it because Nancy’s dropped a tidbit here and there that he’s not exactly great boyfriend material? Is it because you sometimes secretly think, good, I hope you two are having a terrible time, even if you and Wheeler are making baby steps towards a friendship?

Is it because you never forget the first person that called you Lacy?

Fuck knows. Some of that.

“So you’re… what, hanging out now?” Steve asks, gesturing to the twin dipshits. There’s a bite in his voice from a former incarnation of Steve Harrington, one with (somehow) bigger hair and an unchecked ego. It doesn’t all shed at once, you figure. He’s sloughing it off and there’s still some left over, judging by the way he’s staring at Ronnie and Eddie.

You look over your shoulder to them. It would be so easy to deride it, right– only due to my unfortunate proximity to them, yes or girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do for a ride these days or it’s community service, I swear.

But you don’t. You turn back to him with a pinchy little smile. “I’m this close to getting them to let me play tambourine in their band. Can you even deal?”

Steve, after a beat and a brow furrow, sort of half nods. “Think I kind of… get that.”

You’re about to answer when another body comes barrelling in through the back.

“Just wanted to let you know, dingus, that I just got off the phone with Keith–you remember Keith, right, our manager who is currently in a war of words with our boss trying to keep this place open–and your little stock-take fuckup has cost us, like, weeks of manhours in work and–” Robin Buckley, complete with a light-up Santa hat, stops dead. Counts every person in the room. Shakes her head like she’s in a dream. “What is…”

“H–hi Robin!” Ronnie calls, her voice all squeaky– due to the scuffling headlock that Eddie has somehow managed to put her in without you and Steve even noticing. “Don’t worry, we– we’ll be out of your hair in a second!”

And Robin– wait, is Robin kind of… blushing? She backs down immediately, putting her Family Video branded binder flat on the counter. “Yeah, no… that’s totally okay, take your time!”

You look at Steve. Steve looks at you. You quirk an eyebrow like– is that, is she… And Steve shrugs like, don’t ask me, sister. Pleading the fifth. Saving Robin’s dignity.

But you’re still you and you’ve been bugging Ronnie about her situation for weeks so you hold up a finger.

“What are you two idiots arguing about?”

“Black Christmas–” “Silent Night, Bloody– ow, Ronnie, don’t pull hair, you girl!”

A swivel back to Robin, who is totally pink-cheeked. “We need a professional to settle this.”

Her mind seems to stutter like a badly wound tape. Oh, she’s suckered. “Uh– uh, Black Christmas, for sure. Not exactly the coziest thing to watch, but–”

“We’re not cozy people!” Eddie yells, Ronnie coming at him with arms like weed whackers.

“--but Margot Kidder, right?” you poke, goddamn Jimmy Page and John Bonham for the Midwest set slamming into the counter on either side of you.

“Olivia Hussey,” Ronnie says breathlessly. Eddie seems to have winded her somehow. “That’s– she’s cool–I heard she was in this–”

“Exactly!” Robin lights up, excited, “She– she played Juliet in Romeo and Juliet–”

“Wait, don’t you see her boobs in that movie?” Eddie jerks in.

“Yes,” Robin and Steve chime in unison. And glance at each other. Telling.

Ol’ Munson there snaps his fingers. “Sold.”

“But not in Black Christmas,” you say, almost gently, so as not to… let him down?

Eddie rolls his eyes and tilts his head toward your shoulder. “I’m a man with an imagination, ain’t I?” he rasps. You pretend-shudder.

“Okay, let’s do Black Christmas and– you got a copy of The Thin Man?”

Blink-blink goes Robin, like a cartoon. It’s nearly audible. “... like, the William Powell, Myrna Loy Thin Man?”

Your turn to roll your eyes. God, you guys love to roll your eyes, huh? “Is there any other?”

“Like the black and white movie. You’re sure? I just didn’t think it’d be your–”

But Eddie cuts right through that assumption that’s making an ass out of you and Robin, because he knows. He knows because you’ve made him sit through Double Indemnity at the Hawk, scolding him for putting his feet up (god forbid, right!) and you’ve even threatened to drag him to some Buster Keaton retrospective that’s playing there after the holidays. He keeps thinking, man, if Wayne Munson ever comes across this girl, he’s a goner, and then he remembers why that won’t be happening any time soon.

“She’s a freak.”

You regard him with a tight smile. Kind of a thanks, kind of a fuck you. Kind of your thing.

“I’ll watch it when these bozos pass out.”

—

Something’s gotten into Eddie.

You three are absolutely basking in the glory of your one night of freedom– see, Granny Ecker’s away on a weekend hotel stay in Indianapolis with one of her special friends from the Hawkins Senior Center. Which, on the one hand, gross, Eddie never ever wants to think about Granny Ecker getting lucky no matter how happy for her he is. But on the other, in the words of her beloved granddaughter–

“God bless the Indiana Sweepstakes!”

Eddie has stolen Granny’s usual spot, the kick-out recliner that seems to sag more with every movement. You and Ronnie are bunched onto the little two-seater together, with Ronnie shyly suggesting that you paint her nails (black, how totally hardcore)– now, Eddie knows this move. This is so she can distract herself from the bonafide creepiness of Black Christmas because while she tries to put on a brave face, Ronnie’s eyes for horror movies are way bigger than her stomach. She’s all nerves. It’s why she’s such a good drummer.

As you’d predicted, by the time the movie ends and you all clear the six pack that Eddie had procured, Ronnie’s nodding off– but Eddie is determined to stay wide awake. You make a move off the couch and she grumbles, having narrowly avoided propping her head on your shoulder. You move to arrange her in such a way that she’s sleeping Nosferatu style, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because I spent an awful lot of time on that polish and I won’t see it ruined, not on your account,” you chide, real quiet. Ronnie’s not listening, she’s pretend honk-shooing. Eddie, on the other hand, is.

He likes you like this. You’re sweet to Ronnie, in your prickly little way– making her flustered with your misdirected flirting, bonding with her about things so far out of the realm of his male understanding. Being a girl with her. It’s occurred to him that Ronnie, in her testosterone-soaked world of current comrades, might actually need that. Like, she’s friendly enough with Jeannie and that Vickie girl from band, but they’re not people she’d go out of her way to make a case for so’s that Granny Ecker will let them stay for dinner.

Which she’s done for you. Once or twice now. Which you’ve nervously accepted and even ruined your manicure for, by insisting on washing up the dishes. Eddie dried, because of course he did, because the Ecker trailer is the only place close to home that the two of you can hang out.

You’re, like– friends.

Which is horrible.

Eddie tosses you a cold can of soda from the fridge. You catch it, hands basketing above your head.

“Power forward.”

“Cheerleader.”

You lean over to the TV to swap the tapes out, insistent on watching your dumb little black and white movie. As you do it, your skirt lifts a little bit and–

Eddie’s gotta break eye contact. Stare at the floor for a second. Cock jumping like the fucking mole from whack-a-mole.

He almost hits it.

You bitch, are you wearing thigh highs?

“You need to pull trig, Munson?” he hears you from the kitchenette, clicking the video player’s play button. “You only had two beers.”

God, maybe. Was the room spinning? “Smoked a lotta weed today.”

“Right. Lipton landing,” you smirk. Ronnie’s derisive little nickname for Reefer Rick’s place. “Are you gonna get over here and snore through my movie or not?”

I do not snore, or some muttering of a similar fashion comes out but he’s doing exactly what you tell him to do. He can’t help it. Brain function gone all freaky from that flash of flesh squeezed out the top of your– yeah.

Eddie lands on the floor next to you with a little groan. Your eyes flick between him and the now-empty recliner.

“What are you doing down here?”

Oh. Busted. “I’m a gentleman, Lacy. Take the damn seat.”

Your face screws up in that silly way it does whenever he talks sense to you but you don’t wanna hear it. Brat. “No. I like to sit right up near when it’s something I really want to watch.”

A shrug of your little shoulder as you wrap your arms around your knees like a kid. Face illuminated by the greyscale on the television. Skirt rucking back against the carpet. Fuck.

Eddie lets out an unsteady breath, crawling forward to lie on his tummy. Closer to you. “You’re gonna get square eyes if you keep doin’ that, dorko.”

“Who died and made you my optometrist…” but you say it in this half-hearted, distracted way, eyes on the screen.

“Y’know, if you–” Eddie starts, eyes on the lace top of your–yes indeedy–stockings.

“Shut up,” and you tap him on the shoulder. “I love this part.”

Your hand stays there as some fancily dressed chick totally eats shit in the bar of some hotel or something. Christmas presents flying everywhere as she falls.

Women and children first, boys.

Say, what is the score anyway?

Oh, so it’s you he was after.

Hello, sugar.

Your hand stays there as you’re totally mouthing every single word, you true-blue nerd. Eddie, completely at a loss of how to react to this other than gaze, gaze, gaze at you, snaps his teeth at your hand.

You, so completely embroiled in Nick and Nora’s white hot banter, gasp at the near-bite and swipe at his head. Eddie dodges the blow by rolling onto his back, hair fanning out on the Eckers’ rug. He grins up at you, and all of a sudden the rise and fall of his chest in that worn-out Alice Cooper shirt is very distracting.

Pretty girl.

Yeah, she’s a very nice type.

You got types?

Only you, darling–

“--lanky brunettes with wicked jaws,” you say, beat-for-beat with William Powell.

“Talkin’ about me?” Eddie says, lips peeling back, eyebrows quirking.

“Not in your wettest, wildest dreams, Eddie Munson.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna know what happens in those dreams. It’s filthy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s twisted. It’s disgusting.”

“I bet.”

His hand is absent-mindedly stroking his chest, shifting the hem of that t-shirt up a little bit. Brushstrokes. You remember that? Eddie Munson has a happy trail like–

“You’re so nice to me. It’s so fffffucking hot.”

“How wildly out-of-character,” you scoff, and he laughs, and you shift in your spot the teensiest bit. Eyes back on the screen, back to safety.

From here, where he’s lying, Eddie has a fully illustrated view of the flash of skin up your skirt. Now that you’re not looking at him, he’s looking at it. Swallowing back saliva. Ignoring Nick and Nora.

It’d be simple as pie to walk his fingertips along the rug and brush up against you there–oops–by accident or design. Feel how soft that skin is. Feel that heat radiating from your–

“It’s alright,” he hums, eyes flicking to the ceiling. Otherwise, all the blood’s gonna drain away from his head and he’s going to fucking die. “I know I’m not your type anyway.”

Your head lolls to your other shoulder, exposing a flash of your neck. It’s sorely missing a tongue running along it, he thinks, breath shuddering a touch.

“You wouldn’t know my type if it hit you with an eighteen wheeler.”

“Can Steve Harrington drive an eighteen wheeler?”

Lolling your head back in the most exaggerated form of exasperation, you groan. “God. The way you talk about Harrington, I’m willing to put money on the fact that you have a crush on him.”

Eddie shrugs, hand resting on his sternum. You had your hand there once, you recall.

“I got prescribed one on the first day of freshman year, just like everybody else. But it wore off.”

“Sure about that?” Your eyes narrow.

“Sure as I am that I saw you makin’ googly eyes at him at the Family Video tonight.” Eddie crosses his own peepers for effect. Your attention darts back to the screen.

“I was not–”

“You can just say it, Lace.” His face is a twisty little smirk, if you’d care to look. “Regardless of how utterly pedestrian it might be.” That was a dig at you, by the way. That was an almost eerie impression of you.

“The things I felt in seventh grade don’t really have a lot of gravitational pull on me anymore,” you shrug, not giving. Because, when you think about it, you don’t have to give. It was a baseless kind of thrill, seeing Harrington tonight. One hit wonder. “He’s a cute boy. Reminded me I have a pulse. Nothing wrong with that.”

Eddie’s quiet for a few seconds, flicks his eyes up to watch the TV from upside down. Nick places an ice pack on a drunken Nora’s head.

Hmm… what hit me?

The last martini.

He smiles as you smile, and he wonders if you’re thinking of the same thing he’s thinking of.

“Alright, well– we can forget this ever happened. Resume being assholes to each other on Monday. Don’t, like, die in the meantime.”

“You say resume like we ever stopped being assholes to each other.”

“Funny you mention seventh grade…” Eddie trails off, tugging at the rug underneath him.

“Funny ha-ha or funny peculiar?” Your voice is distant again.

“Little bit of both.”

“Why?”

Well, he thought you might be fucking with him, but– “... God, you really don’t remember, do you?”

“Remember what?” He sees your brow pinch, he’s getting to ya.

“Not a fucking clue.” No give, no glory, eyes on the peeling ceiling.

“Remember what?” You’ve snapped your neck and are looking down at him now, thirsty for him to fucking spill it already.

“Total–” he blows a raspberry, “--blackout before freshman year, right?”

“Eddie.”

His name makes him sit up. Pavlovian, sure, and he’s trying to deny the fact that he’ll do just about anything you say when you call him Eddie in that slightly-tinged sour way and not Munson like you’re writing him off. He’s trying to deny that. He swears.

“Nancy Wheeler’s thirteenth birthday party.”

You two are shoulder to shoulder, him facing the couch, you facing the screen, his breath warming the bare skin of your off-the-shoulder top which is an insane thing to be wearing in the dead of fucking winter, but praise Jesus hallelujah you’re wearing it. Your expression is unimpressed.

“... yeah?”

“We played Seven Minutes in Heaven.” He lays that out a little too plain for your liking. Playing Seven Minutes in Heaven at a thirteen year old’s birthday party is like the non-denominational Hora for pseudo-white bread Christian teenagers, at least in Hawkins. Everybody does that shit. But hold on.

“... you were there?”

“Fucking obviously, dimwit, that’s the setup to the whole story.” He sighs in a puff, and he’s very close to you. Chin almost on your shoulder like that night at the Quarry. “Tommy Hagan ripped into me for like, fifteen full minutes because my spin of the bottle landed on you.”

Confusion is a disease and you’re terminal. “That was… not you.”

Insistence is a disease and Eddie’s fatal. “Yes. It so was.”

“That was John Hudson-Wasserman.”

“That was not–,” Eddie full on splutters, like slapstick splutters, reeling his head away from you, “you’re gonna get me confused with John Hudson-Wasserman? The guy who was like, pathologically obsessed with the Kennedy assassination? The guy who moved to Des Moines like, two weeks after that party?”

Then you’re spluttering back all of a sudden. Everything you two are doing is contagious. “His parents named him after John F., can you blame him? –actually, I can totally blame him, that was bizarre.”

“Lacy.” Well, the way he says that straightens your spine. “Use that pretty little brain to think for a second, huh? There’s one unmistakeable detail I bet I can get to jog your memory.”

But you’re already there. Activated. Like a sleeper cell.

“Your hair was all buzzed off. You had that bandage on your head.”

“I did. And you asked me what was under it, and I said–”

A hole. They cut out a part of my brain so I’d be– The Wheeler’s linen closet was tiny and you were breathing in lavender detergent from all angles.

The boy in front of you, scrawny and angry, had an aura around him like a firework. You knew it was dangerous, but you wanted to look closer.

–less of a freak? you finished. Such was the accusation du jour for this kid.

Less of a danger to society, he said, chest puffed. They let me keep it in a jar. Just in case shit gets really real and I need to shove it back in.

You don’t quite know what to do with that. Like. He is so weird, and his hair is unevenly shaved and he’s got little cuts and scratches and scabs all over him. Like he’s been running through brambles. He looks like a kid someone found in the wild.

Did you name it? you ask, finger drawing circles on a nearby towel. Your jar brain.

Eddie Junior, he told you, crossing his arms.

Aren’t you already Junior? Shouldn’t it be Junior Junior?

His jaw hardened. No. I’m Eddie.

You nudged forward on your toes to get a better look at the bandage– he was taller than you. It lumped out of his head, unmissable. Nothing to be done about it.

He seemed to cringe away from you.

Don’t try anything, skank.

You bounce back onto your heels.

I wasn’t, asshole. We don’t have to do anything– just… like… did it hurt?

He paused for a full ten seconds (you counted) and swallowed real hard. Eyes wide as hubcaps, and dark, and frightened. He craned his neck toward you a little.

Then the door swung open, Tina Burton standing there hand-in-hand with an irritated-looking Steve Harrington. Time’s up, losers!

Al hadn’t asked if it hurt, when he beat the crap out of him for doing something so stupid. Wayne hadn’t even asked if it hurt, when Eddie came back from the hospital like a dog with its tail between its legs.

You were the first, and you were the last, and it was before everything. Before you were even Lacy.

“What happened, anyway?” you ask. Soft. Like that last time.

Now, in retrospect, Eddie sees the error of his ways.

“I lit all my hair on fire with a butane torch.”

“You what?!”

“It’s not– entirely my fault! I think I saw someone with hair on fire in an X-Men comic and I thought, y’know, that’s an achievable look.” That’s a severe understatement. It was Johnny Storm from The Fantastic Four and Eddie believed that he could be like Johnny Storm only more badass and maybe with like a sick motorbike. What, you’re telling me you didn’t go through a pre-teen-to-mid-teen phase where you were secretly convinced you had superpowers? Smarten up.

“And how high–”

“Yeah, okay, I was also hitting a Reddi-Wip can like crazy.” The nitrous oxide did not help these delusions.

“Why the big bandage?”

“Eh, I got some, like, bitsy little burn. Total overreaction.”

“Do you have a scar?” Before he can answer, you’re parting his hair, right near the place you remember that bandage being. Eddie freezes, your frigid fingertips searching his scalp. You are… very close.

“Uh– no, I don’t.” He gulps, avoiding looking at you directly in your bright, curious little face. “Can I tell you something truly fucking dumb?”

“Wouldn’t be out-of-character for you, that’s for sure.”

Deep, deep breath. Fucking shit fucking goddammit fuck. Balls. “I regret it.”

“The hair thing? Yeah, you’d think–”

“No. Not kissing you.”

“Oh.” Your hands drop from his skull but don’t exactly leave his hair. Just kind of wound in there, hovering, the way you feel like you’re hovering now.

“You asked me if it hurt, and then I was gonna– but then, fucking Tina–” Eddie says, eyes dashing to you in these minute little glances. Away, back, away, back.

“Fuckin’ Tina,” you breathe.

“--and Harrington.”

“Ah.” You shut your eyes. He didn’t notice you were wearing green eyeshadow until right now. “The square root of the problem.”

“Huh?” Barely heard it. Too busy looking at the glitter on your eyelids. The way your eyeballs shift around underneath.

“You’re totally lemon sour bitter with Harrington because you think he made you blow your shot with me.” You open your eyes with a squint.

“That is so not–” Break a spell, why dontcha! But then, Eddie takes a bite. “Actually, if you pop-psychology that, there might be somethin’ there, but… I regret it because I didn’t just–”

You cut in. “Go for it.”

“Shoot.” He confirms.

“Power. Forward.” You emphasize, lips curling.

“Cheer. Leader.” Eddie says, gravel in his voice.

Do you know that your hand is still in his hair? Like, are you physically aware of it? (Answer: no.)

Nick. Nicky?

What.

You asleep?

Yes.

Good. I wanna talk to you.

Your head swivels back from the screen. He watched you look away, dart your tongue out onto your lip, look back at him.

“Eddie.” There’s fizz in your voice.

“Yes, Lacy.” He wonders what flavor.

“I think…” and you finally extract your hand to lay it in your lap. Withdrawing, willing to be shot down, but you’re you and you know that you won’t be. “We could make a case for making up for lost time.”

Eddie’s mouth has become very dry. “... meaning that…”

“Eddie, I think that you should kiss me like a seventh grader– eighth grader? So weird, why did Wheeler have eight graders at her bir–”

“Lacy. Back on track, please,” which is another horrendously pin point perfect impression of you. And he needs to be sure that you just said what you just said and that isn’t the ghosts of Lipton landing talking.

“We should try it out. An honest-to-god, never-been-done-before Seven Minutes in Heaven kiss. I happen to think it’d fix something in you.”

“Oh, come on,” he scoffs.

“No, I’m serious!” And it is kind of fizzing out of you, and you might not be entirely just talking about him for this next part, “I think you’re holding onto a lot of pent up energy that may have just gotten even more pent since we became, y’know–”

“Zoo animals with parallel enclosures?” Eddie says with an arching eyebrow.

“Wow,” you swallow a breath. “That really sounded like me.”

“I’m afflicted with a Lacyism from time to time.”

“Is that like astigmatism? Because you should get that looked at.”

“Who died and made you my optometrist?”

“Eddie.” Your voice, coming from your face, which is all dappled in the unserene technicolor glow of the Eckers’ Christmas lights, highlighted by the blaze of the black and white on TV. You make it look like stained glass. He would walk into oncoming traffic– “You trust me, right?” He would go and play on the freeway if you asked him to.

Eddie, Christ, he’s got to gather himself. Like the sweat gathering on his palms, he thinks, great work ethic, I need some of that. He gets a bright idea, brighter than those twinkling lights. “I think I need full authenticity in order to make this experience worth it.��

“What?”

“We need to find a closet.”

It’s pretty much a hard no on whether or not the Eckers have a linen closet (you’re a long way from Maple Lane now, babe), so it’s agreed that you’ll give Granny Ecker’s wardrobe a shot. You follow Eddie in there with tentative steps, like you can almost feel her watching all the way from the Best Western in Indianapolis she’s no doubt staying in. Trespassing is bad, yadda yadda, but it’s also exciting.

It’s exciting, being in here with him.

He glances back at you, eyes a glimmer in the darkened bedroom. “After you,” and he flourishes a hand toward the open closet.

You two are so not seventh graders anymore– heads bang against hangers, you’re kind of melting into a lot of denim and fleece and you… you don’t have much breathing room. No lavender detergent, just the beer-and-old-weed-sweet smell of Eddie Munson pushed close to flush against your chest. The scent of that shampoo you both use caught somewhere in the middle.

Your breathing is so shallow, you feel like you might be having an asthma attack. You don’t have asthma.

“Tight,” he says, and knits his brows, “I mean–”

“Cozy,” you correct, unsure of where to put your hands.

“We’re not cozy people.”

“So let’s do this,” you attempt to smooth your face into something resembling nonchalance, “Kiss me like a seventh-or-eighth grader, Eddie Munson.”

He clears his throat, shaking his head. A smile keeps flicking and dying on his lips. Heart about to burst out of his chest because of how weird this is, because of how weird you are, because of how– how–

Eddie knits his fingers behind his back in an imitation of you, your girlish pose, and leans forward. About ninety percent, just in case you decide this was a stupid idea, or you don’t like the look of his face up close, or– or–

You close that perfect ten. Your lips feel like flower petals. Light. Baby-soft. Crushable.

It’s so chaste and it’s so innocent. It’s so the diametric opposite of the two of you, brash and harsh in your diverging, abstracting ways– waving only to meet in the middle. It’s pretty, like you are, and Thumper-from-Bambi-thumping-his-foot nervous like he gets around you.

You pull away a fraction, and Eddie swallows a sound. To save face, he is about to say something– I give it a six or that’s what I’ve been missing out on this whole time or you flap that mouth an awful lot for someone who doesn’t know how to use it, something equally goading. Something that would make this… normal.

Until you take his bottom lip between yours. And it’s wet there. And it’s warm. And your lips are so, so crushable–

Eddie’s fingers unweave and find your arms, find your waist. Slow, slow, he takes it slow because he could scare you and he doesn’t want to scare you. You’re curving into him, lips slicking against his, and then his tongue licking it’s way into your mouth which you just fucking open for him and it’s so good–

–and he tastes like salt and smoke and he holds you like he’s anchoring himself against you. Your hands wind on up, up, up his chest, catching on his t-shirt where his chest is (duh duh duh you fucking idiot), where his heart is thrumming under that smatter of a tattoo you got caught staring at that night in his trailer. It’s all you’ve got in you not to tug it up and off him, but Christ, no, because you need to keep kissing him. It’s so nice, it feels so nice, kissing him, when was the last time something felt as nice, that’s all you can think with sensation seeping through your body like a sugar rush. Hands move to either side of his neck and he makes a noise.

Your fingers, fishing hooks in his hair, pulling him closer and closer to you.

The heat. Of his body. Matched only by the heat gathering in the cherry pit that lives in your stomach.

And he needs, god, Eddie needs it fucking bad. It is a lot of things. It includes your tongue so far inside his mouth that you can taste the Tab on his uvula this time. It includes more of your tits pressed against him, so he can feel if your nipples have hardened under his touch. It includes this moment, just this moment, just kissing you as your body winds around him–

But then you pull back. Before he can whisper the little, “No…” that’s coming like a reflex, you cover his mouth with your hand. The mouth that’s all slick from kissing– you.

Jesus Christ. You had really done that. The stupid, idiot both of you.

“Guys?”

Eddie, dizzy and down-the-rabbit-hole tipsy Eddie, gets the impulse to lick your hand, to take your fingers in his mouth and just start sucking, but he doesn’t do it. Because he has now snapped to the fact that that’s Ronnie Ecker calling out for you.

The two of you, twisted around each other like snakes in her grandmother’s closet.

“Go,” you hiss– no, you breathe. He was just expecting you to hiss. But you’re breathy and unsure about the command you’re giving. Still, you jerk your head.

Well, Eddie’s pretty hard up about telling you this, but, “Can’t. Need a sec–” Like, can’t you feel that?

Eddie’s standing more than half to attention, pressing in between the both of you.

You let out a jagged breath that sounds like oh, fuck, and it’s not the kind of oh, fuck he was hoping to hear and his heartbeat stutters.

And then you’re gone.

Eddie stands there, hands held aloft around the ghost of you that was there, that was right there and kissing him. Like you meant it, like it wasn’t an experiment or a joke or a dare or anything other than what you wanted. You wanted him. You wanted him. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” he breathes into his hands, dragging them down his face, his lips, the smell of you still lingering around him. “Oh… I am so fucked.”

Kentucky fried fucked.

You make your way back to the living room on trembly legs, reaching for every steadying surface, attempting to destroy the evidence of a swollen mouth and Munson-finger ruffled hair. You find Ronnie sitting upright on the couch. Nick and Nora have nearly solved the case. You don’t give yourself enough time to make a mask of your face that could easily lie to her.

“Munson had to pull trig,” you say, and it’s not steady enough for Ronnie to not call bullshit.

But she doesn’t. Not outright anyway.

“He okay?” she asks, nearly wary.

“I don’t know. Could be comin’ out of both ends, I don’t know,” you start scrambling around for your bag and your shoes and your coat and not your right mind because you left that back in the closet, somewhere between Eddie’s teeth and tongue. “Look, I hate to ditch on you, but my mom–”

“She’ll be on your ass,” Ronnie says, measured like a cup. “Sure. Go on. I’ll think about calling 911 if he chokes.”

Breathing out some piss-poor rendition of a thanks, you dip out of Ronnie’s and past his van and all the way back the lot towards home.

It’s freezing. You’re not. For once.

When Eddie finally reappears from the closet, Ronnie is sitting in the exact same position. Except this time she looks somewhat judgier– maybe because it’s easier to be judgier toward Eddie than it is toward you. Some kind of girl politico he doesn’t understand.

“You feel better?”

“Huh?” Eddie says. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Do you feel better. Lacy told me you had to barf.”

“I… I guess.” Eddie has already cashed in his once-in-a-lifetime lie convincingly to Ronnie Ecker voucher.

“She also told me you maybe shit yourself?”

Alright, well, that was unnecessary. “Alright, well, that was unnecessary.”

“I guess I was just hoping that…” she sighs, crossing her arms, “... that you weren’t puking and shitting yourself…” she sits back against the couch, “... when you were making out with her. In my… bathroom?”

He really does consider leaving out this detail. “Granny’s closet.”

“Oh, you’re fuckin’ kidding me.”

“She’ll know. She’ll kill me.”

“Oh, she’ll kill ya,” Ronnie mutters, “And then I’ll go to work on ya.”

—

You two have got to stop fucking each other over like this.

Fucking each other over, conceptually, actually, is interesting. Because Eddie’s done a whole lot of fucking you over in his mind since that closet. Sliding your panties aside and fucking you with his tongue, polyester lace of your stockings creating static against his hair, sparks snapping off your inner thighs as you rub against his nose.

Following you back to your trailer and fucking you with his fingers against the cold, metal exterior, your nails digging into his neck and your voice stabbing his name into his eardrums.

Pulling you into his lap in the driver’s seat and tearing through the cotton of your underwear with sheer animalistic fervor, making you lean back against the steering wheel as he sucks your tightened nipples, cock safe and warm in the slick, deep wet of you.

Somethin’ like that. He didn’t sleep much this weekend.

Mind stuck on the one track, your lips smacking against his. Now in fabulous 3D!

In every single one of these fantasies, too, his idiot sap ass is whining your name fifty billion times more than you’re whining his– so much so that it breaks the fantasy barrier and he’s crying, “Fuck, Lacy-yy–,” into his limp pancake of a pillow, cum careening down a fist that should have nerve damage by now.

He is exhausted. And to make it worse, he hasn’t seen you.

He hasn’t even been avoiding you this time. So that’s all on you, you bitch.

“You bitch…” he mumbles, head resting against the cold brick of the newly-unisex senior bathroom, which has become a hellhole in no time. First period on a Monday is usually an okay time to get a bit of peace and fucking quiet, though, because everyone else is at least making an attempt at starting the week off on the right foot.

But not Eddie. Not worn out, prick-tired Eddie.

And not whoever is doing a horrible job of hyperventilating in the stall next to him.

“Excuse me?” a breathless voice says. He thinks he kinda recognizes it but–

Then, ew! Some gagging, some violent coughing, a little ugh, Jesus, please not again–

Eddie slides out of his stall and knocks on the next door– and it swings open with ease.

She’s crouched over the cistern–gross, fucking gross–and tears are streaming down her peachy cheeks, catching on her pointed chin.

“Christ, Wheeler. S’matter, you pregnant?”

Nancy Wheeler’s eyes flash in a flare of rage, a choked scoff spitting out of her. She’s about to fucking cuss Eddie out, it looks like, which he kind of wants to see, but then whatever straw that’s holding that together snaps and she lets out this wild sob of total incredulity.

Ohhh, as much as he would love to bolt out the door like it’s not his problem, Eddie realizes that this has now, somehow, somewhat become kind of his problem.

—

“I gotta talk to you.”

Ronnie Ecker appears like a lightning flash, knocking you clean out of your reverie of slowly crawling fingers and lips and teeth and guilt that had been plaguing you all weekend.

You had spent most of the last forty eight hours staring into the middle distance, ready to glue upright nails into your shoes and walk on them for penance. You fucking stupid slut. Kiss me like a seventh-eighth grader, Eddie Munson. You unbelievable fucking cowshit. See, because, okay, do you know what you’ve done?

You’ve taken the first real friendship you’ve possibly ever had in your life (save for Phoebe, God rest her soul that moved to Saskatoon) and completely entirely fucked it sideways, and sure, you’ve also spent a lot of the weekend thinking about other things getting fucked sideways, like you since you’re now cursed with the knowledge of the vague suggestion of the outline of Eddie Munson’s dick but moreso, foremostly and mainly you want to fucking take a swandive off the edge of Sattler’s Quarry.

Addendum– there’s too many quarries in this fucking county.

A ping-ponging of guilt-to-orgasm-to-guilt-to-orgasm-to-guilt-to-orgasm-to-guilt-to-slinking your way to first period the long way that’s only now broken by Ronnie Ecker coming down on you like an Acme anvil.

Meep meep.

She knows. Of course she knows.

“Ronnie,” you whisper, eyes following her as she lands herself into the aforementioned Munson’s seat behind you, “I can explain…”

“Don’t!” There is this vigor, this knife’s edge in Ronnie’s voice that is terrifying and kind of thrilling but mostly scary and having been in the presence of Granny Ecker even those few times, you knew she always had it in her.

You recoil. A little.

“If Eddie wants to be a fucking moron about you, please can we just let him, and not–” Ronnie’s mouth clamps closed like a Muppet’s might. Like she’s physically trying to calm herself down. “Look. I really like being your friend.”

Oh, Christ, your heart. “I r– I–”

“You’re dogshit with the emotional stuff, I get that, but I’ve been friends with that asshole so long that wearing my heart on my sleeve is like, second fucking nature so I’m not and I’m pissed off, frankly, that there’s a chance of him coming between, like… us.”

You and Ronnie. You, and your friend Ronnie. “Oh, it’s–”

“Because technically, by absolute technicality, I was your friend first, okay? We were lab partners first and I thought we had a vibe goin’ in Biology and I was the first person you wanted to talk to at the Hellfire table even if it was a thinly veiled ploy but you’re so good at ploys and you’re such a piece of work and you’re so funny and I wouldn’t know what Ponds cold cream actually does if it wasn’t for you. Fuck.”

“Granny’s a soap and water girl.” There’s a fluttering in your chest and a thickening in your throat. You swallow big, and you think you might actually start– “This doesn’t mean I’m gonna try fencing, Ron.”

“But it’s fucking cool, even if we do it with sticks.”

You take her in, baseball cap shoved over her coiled hair, darned-all-to-hell sweater sagging out under her overalls and you really feel like something is about to bust out of your chest. Your honest-to-god friend, Ronnie Ecker.

“Miss Ecker, last time I checked, that’s not your assigned seat.” God, Kaminsky’s such a relentless dickwad.

“I’m having a conversation,” Ronnie says, with the kind of as-yet-unheard volume from her that makes the rest of the class go ooooh!

Jesus fucking Christ, have you turned Ronnie Ecker into a bad girl?

“I don’t give a shit!” rumpled Kaminsky says, slapping that dusty chalkboard duster full of dust, “Have it in detention.”

“Hey! That’s–”

But if you can do one thing for Ronnie. “No can doozy, Mr K, Miss Ecker has a prior commitment.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ, not you again,” he mumbles not-quite-under his breath. “And what is that? Lacy?”

Before you can even say the words peer tutoring, none other than Eddie Munson is barrelling through the door. He stops comically short at the top of the classroom, gesturing to Ronnie in his seat like what the fuck?

“Lacy!” he eventually says, and he’s breathless and flustered and just like you imagined him in–

“Munson, what in the name of the goddamn Father Almighty–”

“Weekly Streak–” and guy is just snapping his fingers, blinking wildly at you, “–thing!”

You stare on in a state of confusion until you spy Nancy Wheeler right in your eyeline, right through the open classroom door. Her little face streaked with tears, and god, she looks like shit, and she’s beckoning to you with a flutter and a fury.

“No, of course!” a little murmuring, uh, shit, and you hurry to the top of the classroom, slamming the homework that Kaminsky’s obviously going to ask for on his desk with a rattle.

“Kaminsk, my man, the future of print media is forever in your debt!” Eddie calls, ushering you out the door and into the echoey hallway.

“What is going on?”

Both Eddie and Nancy shuffle you down the hallway, avoiding the monitors (rat finks!), dipping under the east stairwell. A great stairwell. So much illicit shit has happened in this stairwell and you have an itemized list of it all, somewhere in your brain. The kind of person people tell things to.

Nancy’s just full tilt gulping like a fish out of water, and Eddie’s all, “Wait, shit, are you gonna barf again?” and you’re all, “Answers, please, tout suite!”

“I’m late.” Nancy’s voice doesn’t even tremble. She’s that scared.

“Fuck.”

“Very?”

“Extremely.”

“You’re sure?” you press, and suddenly you’re the kind of person that grabs Nancy Wheeler’s shoulders.

Her lip trembles. “I mean, I haven’t–”

“Well, we gotta. Right now.” And it occurs to you that Eddie is just standing there, a polite enough distance away that he’s involved but kind of not involved, but respecting the space that you two need. How does he know how to do that? How does he always know the right… “Eddie.”

He snaps to attention, mouth all serious and eyes all eager. You want to kiss him again, but this shit is not about you.

“We need a ride to the drugstore.”

The three of you pile into Eddie’s van, him insisting on doing the honors of opening the passenger door for you again, and Nancy quietly requesting that you share the passenger seat with her. You two are squished together, her spindly thighs overlapping yours. Denim versus dark suede. There is a very tense silence in place the entire van ride there, Nancy digging her nails into her palm and Eddie nervously thrumming against the steering wheel. The tape deck plays resumes mid-play– Metallica’s Ride the Lightning.

For your part, you experience a harsh zoom-out moment– Nancy, who you’ve learned is almost as strong-headed as you, just on a better moral track (lawful good versus chaotic neutral, you think Eddie once framed it), is stranded. She’s the eldest sibling to that little shitstain Michael and Holly, who’s a baby so to you has no discernible personality, and her mother is kind of an airhead and her father… you don’t know shit about, but it’s Hawkins, so dads. The responsibility of everything seems to fall on her all the time, and you can only be so resourceful as a teenage girl in a town like this. Especially when the other teenage girls seem to, at best, keep you at arm’s length, or at worst, ostracize you.

And Nancy had lost Barbara Holland. Who, when she mentions her, is talked about with such a glow that’s followed by such a wave of sadness that it nearly takes you under too.

She misses her so much. She misses her best friend so much.

Barb should be the one dealing with this. Not you. Which sounds like you’re shirking responsibility. But really, it’s because you don’t know if you fully deserve the privilege of helping Nancy.

Truth is, Nancy would probably be okay, handling this on her own. Sure, it’d be another inch of depth added to the chasm of loneliness building in that poor girl’s psyche, but she’d do it, because she’s Nancy and she handles things.

Just like you’re Lacy and you handle things.

But however Eddie Munson ended up as part of this situation… he brought her to you. Because he knew you’d know what to do. So she wouldn’t have to do it alone.

Because Eddie doesn’t want people to do things alone.

You only really have that impulse if you know how terrible it feels.

And if you don’t see kindness as a weakness.

Which Nancy doesn’t. And Eddie doesn’t. And you… don’t want to, anymore.

You reach and peel Nancy’s fingernails from the grooves they’re digging into her flesh. You don’t even look at the half-moon marks they’ve made. You just glue her palm to your palm and web your fingers. And over the frizz of Nancy’s perm–the nice kind, salon kind, the kind that doesn’t stink of egg–you look at Eddie, just as he glances at you.

He smiles, small and unsure and wavering. You bite your lips between your teeth and try the same.

“Shit, I don’t think I can go in here.”

The van has skidded into an inconspicuous (but not entirely, because have you seen that fucking vehicle) place near the drugstore.

“Why?”

“People– the pharmacist knows my mom and everything,” Nancy shudders, “There’s no way that people won’t have something to– fucking say.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and you give him a look like, welcome to the Nancy Wheeler Actually Swears Club. Care for a canape?

And y’know, you could argue so what. So what if people have something to say. You’re young, mistakes happen, the world keeps turning. But one skip in a perfect twelve-inch record of reputation like Nancy’s can make her life a living hell. You know that.

Shit, she knows that– you weren’t not aware of that stroke of creative genius vandalism that went up on the Hawk marquee that one time.

And it would shatter Nancy’s mom’s heart. And while you don’t have the same time of day for her, Nancy really loves her mom.

Once you’ve ruined your reputation, you can live quite freely.

That moveable feast motherfucker was onto something.

Click, and Eddie’s glovebox pops open in a clatter of tapes and a one-hitter and other ephemera. You reach in, retrieving sunglasses you’d left in here a little bit ago.

“So let’s give ‘em something to talk about,” you say, sliding on the shades.

Nancy clutches your arm, eyes wide and searching. “Lacy.”

You shrug, like it’s nothing. Except nerves have started nibbling at you. “Spot me a ten. What am I, a goddamn Rockefeller?”

“Not anymore,” Eddie Munson grins at you. Sun breaking through the bleak midwinter. The nerves cease their nibbling.

—

The tension doesn’t exactly ease when you make a beeline for the drugstore (particularly because you’ve just accepted a goddamn miniature hero’s quest and he’s a little… well, he’s not not watching your ass as you walk away, let’s put it that way).

Eddie and Nancy Wheeler are still absolutely enormous universes apart. Not even the same species. He doesn’t mind keeping it that way. This right here is just, like… the right thing to do.

He moves to turn the radio down, figuring that the thrum of Fade to Black might be a little much for her right now. “Sorry. Didn’t mean for–”

“No, it’s okay.” Wheeler smiles that flat, priss smile reserved for the barest of polite gestures.

Eddie nods, propping his elbow against the window, cupping his face in his hand. He keeps kind of sneaking sidelong glances toward Wheeler, because– well, had you told her anything? About… Seven Minutes in Heaven? Does she even remember that, from her birthday party all that time ago? He knew that you two weren’t exactly tight, but were well on your way to getting tight, but not as tight as you are with Ronnie and certainly not as tight as you are–or were–with him and Jesus Christ almighty, he’s got to find a synonym for the word tight.

“You… play Dungeons and Dragons, right?” Wheeler asks all of a sudden.

Eddie glances down– he is in fact wearing his Hellfire shirt. She’s a sharp one, that Nancy.

“I dabble,” he says, a derisive little chuckle that’s not all-the-way mean spirited.

Wheeler bobs her head. “My brother, Mike,” she says, and he sees now that it’s an effort to keep her nerves steady, “he loves it. Like, he’s totally obsessed. Him, and his friends, they’ve got their own little party going. Majorly long campaigns, very involved.”

“Campaigns, parties. Using terminology like that, I’d say you’re something of a dabbler, Wheeler.”

Nancy chuckles. “I– may have dressed up as an elf for one. Or two. When I was way, way younger, though.”

“Well, your brother– Mike?” Eddie checks and Nancy nods, “Once he gets to high school, why dontcha tell him to look up Hellfire. Could be the best-worst decision he’ll make for the next four years of his life.”

“Right, because you’ll be passing the torch,” she says, grinning.

“And possibly to a Wheeler. Oh my stars and garters,” Eddie gasps, clutching his chest in mock-shock.

Wheeler laughs and, okay, maybe she’s not so bad.

“Shoot, we have movement.” And out you come, holding the Advance pregnancy test over your head, gleaming and victorious– but Eddie and Nancy flap their hands, willing you to put that fucking thing away! We’re being subtle!

Climbing back in the van, you announce, “Alright, so the good news– no doctoral interference, obviously. The wonders of modern medicine, everybody give thanks to Johnson and Johnson, et cetera. The bad news– who knows of somewhere we can steal–” you glance back at the box, “--thirty glorious uninterrupted minutes of time?”

“Lacy, I can just–” Nancy starts, but you stop her short with a tap to the head.

“And have you sitting in class all day with your guts churning because you don’t know what’s up or down that spout? I think the fuck not. We’re doing this now.” This is out of the goodness of your heart, you swear it is.

But there might be a fraction, just a generous sliver, that still loves the drama.

Like Steve Harrington, it’s not an immediate shed of the ego. It’s a slough.

“Well, my place is a no-go,” Nancy tells you, shrugging into herself. “My mom will definitely be home.”

“Ditto,” and your mother is the only person you know that loves gossip more than you do. Besides Eddie, of course.

After a beat or two of wondering silence, Eddie raises a hand. “I may… have someplace… we can go.”

—

How many cherry bombs does it take to make a boy’s bathroom look like the bombing of Dresden?

“So fuuun fact, turned out that some nerd swiped a hunk of sodium from the Chemistry lab and just blew this mother to shit,” Eddie brightly informs you and Nancy as the two of you pour over the instructions for the pregnancy test kit.

“While everyone was distracted by Heather Holloway’s implants, you mean?” you murmur, scanning over the small-sheet size booklet.

“Streets are saying she was an accomplice.”

Holy fuck, these instructions were involved. Nancy stands clutching the little rectangular tray that her pee is supposed to go in, nailing Eddie with a look beyond normal categorical nerves. “You’re sure no one’s gonna come in here?”

He shakes his head. There might as well be police tape all over the door of this bathroom, that’s how off limits it is. “It’s cold, it’s broken, it smells gross. Maybe some people are using this place to huff paint, but I can guarantee, Wheeler–” and he bends a little to meet her earnest eyes, “--I will bark like a fucking rabid dog to clear ‘em away if I need to.”

Nancy nods shortly. Jerk, jerk. She disappears into the least dilapidated stall with her pee rectangle.

“God, she is so scared,” Eddie murmurs to you, crossing his arms.

You’re still studying the instructions. This shit has droppers and test tubes and color changing strips, oh my. “Pissing shouldn’t be a problem, then.”

Wrong.

“Guys.”

“Yes?” “Yeah, Wheeler?”

“I’m a little, ahem–” Bladder shy. Perfect. Awesome. Not that you guys aren’t going to be shacked up here for thirty minutes anyway, but that’s only after Nancy Wheeler goes number one and you, like, mix up the pregnancy oracle potion.

Shit. “We’ve gotta do something to like, make her chill out–” Eddie half-mouths at you.

“Yeah, but she’s so high strung, that’s like–” a spark hits you. “Wait, have you got anything on you?”

“Fresh out. Waiting on a shipment from Lipton landing.”

You smack him, not even thinking, and he winces. “And all that shit you were smoking the other day, that was–” “That was market research, babe, and I told you that–”

Nancy clears her throat from inside the stall. “Please, don’t quit bickering on my account. I’m only trying to figure out whether or not I need to start rehearsing lullabies.”

Damn Nancy, Eddie mouths and you almost laugh. Wait.

“Nance, what’s your favorite song?”

“Huh?”

You shake your hands. “Like, the song you absolutely cannot go without hearing? The one that makes you feel, just–”

“Ticklish?” Eddie suggests, the paragon of knowledge, the pinnacle of your annoyance. You thump him again. “I need a safe word.”

“Um– uh…”

“C’mon, Wheeler, the song that makes you feel just… awesome and chill and on top of the fucking world, c’mon!” Eddie encourages, kicking detritus around the bathroom floor.

Nancy eventually, eventually mumbles something.

You pivoting around on your heel by the sink. “Louder, Wheeler, I wasn’t born with sonar.”

“It’s– it’s ‘Just What I Needed’.”

What? Eddie mouths to you, arms binding across his chest.

“What, like– The Cars, ‘Just What I Needed’?”

A pause from Nancy’s end. “... yeah.”

You know this song. You know that song, right, it’s like duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-DEW-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-DEW… Shaking yourself out, you brace up like a boxer heading into the ring.

“Gimme a lead in, Nancy.” Holy fucking shit, you’re really doing this. Nancy hesitates, probably because she can’t believe any of you are really doing this.

A mumble… “I don’t mind you comin’ here…”

“--and wastin’ all my time!” you jump in, “”cause when you’re standin’ oh so near, I kinda lose my mind…”

Visions of a plush lilac bedroom, yours, and a mountain of clothes and makeup and drained wine cooler bottles on the floor. You, standing on your bed in your socks and shorts, vamping– Tina and Carol singing hairbrush backup, Nicole on air guitar and Cass smoking out the window. There were flashes of this, you know, when it wasn’t all boiling vitriol and subtle shivving and one-up-manship. When you and those girls that you wished you weren’t near but knew you needed actually felt like friends.

A memory like that makes you feel empty.

“It’s not the perfume that you wear,” oh my god, “It’s not the ribbons–in–your–hair,” is he really, “And I don’t mind you comin’ here– and wastin’ all my time!”

Why the fuck does Eddie Munson know this song?! Your jaw drops open, your eyes go wide and your feet stamp against the tile like a goddamn kid. Yes! Yes! Amazing! You’re both so fucking out of tune, like there is absolutely a reason he does not sing a single note in Corroded Coffin but by god alive, you’re giving it everything you got in that fucked up boy’s bathroom.

Eddie’s so much better at it than you are, pouring every bit of obnoxious showmanship into it that he possibly can– complete with pulling you in for a fully nonsensical dance number. You spin into him, crashing into his chest with a clumsiness you never thought possible, laughing so hysterically that you can barely get the words out. He’s holding the reins, and holding that falsetto so badly you think the mirrors will shatter.

Your skin is buzzing, your heart is hammering and Eddie is pressed against your back and you are both scream-singing to the door of Nancy’s cubicle– “I guess you’re just what I needed! Just what I needed! I needed someone to feed– I guess you’re just what I needed! Just what I needed I needed someone to–”

“Pee! Pee, you guys, I’m peeing!” Nancy’s voice, bright and high from actually laughing, rings from the busted toilet.

You and Eddie erupt into a triumphant yell, him shaking you like a rag doll against him. The laughter peels away and then it’s just kind of him, looking at you from over your shoulder. His arms wrapped tight around your waist. His lips, a little cracked. Breath a little labored. Lashes still so long. You nearly–

The door flings open and he jumps away from you first. Nancy heads toward the sink and you resume the position, helping her figure out the Chemistry play set that holds the answer to how the rest of her life pans out. Thirty whole minutes, they’ve got to wait.

Nancy notes the time on her watch.

She even suggests that you guys can go at one point, but Eddie reminds her that a) he’s keeping an eye out for paint huffers and b) “... y’know, maybe it’s not so great to…” “Do this on your own,” you finish for him. Nancy nods, silent and grateful and so fucking nervous.

At about the seventeen minute mark, when you and Eddie have smoked four cigarettes each and Nancy has tried a puff of one (“Nope,” she hacks, “still totally vile…”), Eddie tosses this stink bomb between you two. Nancy has excused herself to stand with her head against the cubicle door. Something about calming her nerves. Coming up with a plan. Something to tell Steve, no doubt.

So it’s just you and Eddie, you sitting on the edge of the sink and Eddie rhythmically kicking the wall.

“You ever wanna be a mom?”

“Jesus, what a time to land that one on me.” You almost make a joke like you haven’t even stuck it in me yet, but that’s in bad taste. And implies a yet.

Eddie smiles over his shoulder, fluttering his eyelashes. Stupid. Stupid eyelashes. “Grounds of relevance.”

You pinch your lips between your teeth. “... fine. But, I fully reserve the right to change my answer given the fact that we are eight-shitting-teen years old.”

He points to the cubicle and mutters, “Well, she’s seventeen.”

You, wide-eyed at his dumbassery, mouth I know!

“Okay. Sorry. Go.”

“Fuuuuuck no. No babies pour moi, merci, c’est bon, au revoir!”

Eddie turns to lean against the wall, propping one leg up. God, but he does lean great.

“Why?”

“Genetic fate.”

“Huh?”

A sigh flutters out of you, shoulders slumping forward. “A certain… how do you say, thread of assholery runs through my family, I don’t know if you’ve noticed.”

Eddie nods sagely and you kind of want to punch him for it. “Daddy issues. Right.”

“Uh!” A hand flies up in your defense. “Let who among us here without them cast the first stone.”

From the cubicle, Nancy calls, “Not me.”

Surrendering, Eddie grumbles, “Yeah, not me either.”

“Glad we agree.”

There’s another tick and tock of silence, and you get the distinct feeling of something being pried open in the atmosphere.

“... whatever happened with your dad, anyway?”

Ah. The million dollar question. Whatever happened with your dad, so-called upstanding member of the Hawkins community, poor little poor boy done rich, scaling his way up the ladder of property management in this delightful little Midwestern enclave?

“Not a big fan of the news, are we, Munson?”

He seems to grimace at you tugging on his surname. “Print’s too small.”

“Taking offense to that,” Nancy chimes.

“It was the big ‘E’,” you say, kind of not into bantering about it.

“‘E’... ‘E’... ‘E’...” Eddie kicks the wall on each utterance. Possibly forgetting that he could also be the big ‘E’, if he wanted. You wonder if, just in terms of size…

“Embezzlement, Eddie,” you cut that thought off cold.

His eyes widen, eyebrows shooting under his shaggy bangs. “Shooooot.”

“Score.”

“What all did he, like… embezzle?”

The raising of the hackles is not entirely intentional. “Y’know who’d be able to answer that question, Eddie?”

But he sees it. He calms it. In unison, you both shrug, “Al Munson.”

Boom! Cubicle door flies open again. You’re starting to think that Nancy might just love making an entrance. Lot of flourishing happening here. Not entirely unlike Eddie in that way.

“It’s time.”

Each and every one of you beeline to where the test is set up on one of the sinks. Nancy gingerly plucks the offending strip from the test tube and Eddie, a man with money on his mind, asks another million dollar question. “So how do you know…”

You grab the instruction leaflet that you’d been tearing corners off of, making it look nearly moth-bitten. “Wait, it’s white, right?”

“It’s white,” Nancy whispers.

“It’s not, like… off blue, or…”

“No, that is white,” she’s trembling. “Is white– is that good, or– I can’t remember.”

“Nancy Wheeler…” you breathe, peeking over the paper, “Congratulations. You are nobody’s mother!”

She emits a shriek like nothing you’ve ever heard and barrels straight into you, near knocking you off your feet with a strength you didn’t know this little waif was capable of possessing. Her arms wrap boa constrictor tight around you, her words bubbling over like a shook up can of pop. “Jesus Christ, I’m so relieved, I just– I–!”

“You’re relieved?!” Eddie yells, ringed hands tearing down his face, “I’m way too young to be an uncle! Fuck! Thank god!”

Nancy chokes out a laugh through her tears, tears of relief, thank god and– and you don’t know if it’s selfish and you don’t know if it’s possible but you hope… you hope that’s helped close the chasm. Just a little bit. That she didn’t have to do this all alone in a shithouse bathroom that smells like sulfur and piss.

Breaking away from you (damn, you wish you knew how to hug), Nancy straightens herself up. Not that she needs to. She’s a pretty crier, that bitch.

“Just one more thing, you guys.”

“Anything,” you say before you even know you’ve said it.

“This is… between us, okay?” her eyes dart from you to Eddie, and you both take a step closer to her. Ceremoniously, Nancy holds out her two pinkie fingers. You link. Eddie links. His finger looks comically large compared to hers– and yours, when he reaches and hooks it around your unsuspecting baby finger.

“No one can know. No one needs to know.” There’s that headstrong Wheeler reserve you’d been missing.

“Cross my heart,” you proclaim.

“Hope to d– well, I don’t hope to die, that’s a little dramatic–”

“Eddie!” you both bark, varying degrees of amusement. Yours is on the lower end. “Swear on something real,” you push.

He hesitates a moment, then gives Nancy a look. “Alright. Swear on Hellfire.”

“Swear on Hellfire,” Nancy grins all tight, and kisses her right hand, hooked into Eddie’s finger. “Lacy?”

“Swear on Hellfire…” You mumble, rolling your eyes and kissing your Nancy’d hand. You need to swallow, first, before you tug your hand that’s hooked into Eddie’s toward your mouth.

And he does the worst thing. He leans down to meet your gaze, suckering you right in as his lips pout. They’re hungry. You’ve met those lips. “Swea-aar,” he sing-songs.

“--on Hellfire, okay,” you scoff, half-laughing into the little kiss.

“Ha!” Eddie barks, so fucking loud that it jumps off the walls. “Trick! You just made a deal with the devil, ladies, so I hope you enjoy eternal damnation at the hands of yours truly!”

Dumb as he is, Eddie might be right. If the way you’re looking at him is anything to go by.

author's notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS MOTHERFUCKERS. WE GOT IT WE DID IT WE MADE THEM KISS WE MADE THEM REALIZE SOMETHINGS NOT ALL THE THINGS SURELY BUT IT'S. IT'S SOMETHING. IT'S A START! on to the fun bits, like the jokes in the christmas crackers - absolutely obsessed with the mental image of eddie munson's bangs grown too long and he looking like this - cherry bombs down the john is a reference to the classic prank but mostly to american graffiti my beloved. later in the chapter, eddie says that some kid just threw some sodium down there which is something i read about on this reddit thread when researching cherry bombs. domestic terrorism at hawkins high! - p.t. barnum is that mfer that the greatest showman is based on. horrible man! not a fan! - heather holloway's jayne mansfield titties got me thinking about the jayne mansfield-sophia loren photo which has its own wikipedia page??? anyway, lacy coded! - black christmas is a stunning christmas horror film from 1974, which is loosely in part based on a bunch of murders that happened in the westmount neighborhood in montreal, quebec. fun fact, i just moved back from mtl after living there for a year. anyway black christmas kicks ASS - lipton landing is 100% a juno reference. big up my king elliot page - the thin man is one in a series of fantastic lil films from the 1930s all about nick and nora charles, a married couple that get drunk and SOLVE CRIMES. i'm not doing it justice by describing it that way but myrna loy and william powell are the royals of married banter and i model everything i write after their rhythm, more or less. - you're trying to tell me eddie munson didn't do whippets as a kid fucking wise up - one of my personal precious favourite recurring jokes in this series is 'who died and made you my x' and baby. i love a recurring joke - ronnie saying "oh she'll kill ya. then i'll go to work on ya," is a special reference because a) it's from my favourite film of all time, ocean's eleven and b) ayo edebiri, who i've fancast as ronnie ecker, has an ocean's eleven tattoo. we are sisters and also wives! - meep meep! - all i could think about when writing about how guilty lacy was - another metallica needle drop!!!! - pregnancy tests in the 80s really were that insane and involved! there's a great scene in glow (rest in fucking PEACE! gone but never forgotten) of alison brie's character using one, and here's more of the history - maybe the best needle drop of this whole series imo - finally peeped into those daddy issues. look forward to more of that and with that my hellcats, i wish you the merriest of holiday seasons wherever you find yourself and whatever you're doing. i will be back after the christmas break because i have to fully wreck my bank account and see every single person i have ever known and drink every espresso martini on dry land. sorry if there's typos in this, i have been labouring over it for... ever. reblogs, comments, likes and asks are always appreciated and i love you so much it's bordering on criminal! thank you!!!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #e. munson by powder #in progress #hellfire & ice #published by powder

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randomfanner · 1 year ago

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It crushes me how much Gale Slander there is.

I know a bug made him horny and clingy but in my current play through Gale and Blanche(what I named my Tav) are bros and I have found it easy to avoid romancing him.

And how can you dislike Gale for being a bit pushy and hitting on you when literally EVERYONE HITS ON YOU!!! At the Tiefling Party, if you have medium approval with anyone you can start romancing them and they all want you to god dammit.

But if you actually romance Gale, he is pretty damn shy and hesitant. You can think you want to kiss him and he doesn't just kiss you, he is just stunned. He is not trying to jump right into a romance with you! He can get pretty forward once you, the player, have shown interest in actually romancing him. (Like when he says you are hot when you fight)

A lot of people dislike Gale for talking about Mystra when he is trying to romance you but we have to remember: Mystra means so much more to Gale than just being his ex-lover. Gale worshipped Mystra as his goddess before, during and afterwards their relationship. Mystra is magic, the literal goddess of what he ties all of his self worth too. I will admit I am biased towards Gale because I am the same way about my grades, and for Gale, the Goddess magic and the embodiment of his art took an interest in him and made him his chosen.

When he lost the favor of Mystra, he lost everything he had worked so hard for in his life. Was it partly his own fault? Yes, he fucked around and found out. However I genuinely think if Gale had only been Mystra's Chosen rather then Mystra's Lover, he wouldn't have.

Mystra approached Gale and from how we see Gale act when he is trying to seduce Tav, he didn't make the first move romantically either. Mystra had a lot of power over Gale and I don't blame Gale for wanting to become the equal of the woman he loved.

Of course the problem arises because she is a Goddess and he is a Mortal Man who is overly ambitious. But I do not think the bases of what he wanted was too much to ask for.

Maybe I am giving Gale too much credit, I mean, look at how he reacts to the Crown and oh I do sigh at that. But his reasons are very complex for wanting the crown more then just power.

And the magic items. It is three magic items and you get so many thrown at you during this game. Not all of them are good for every run. An uncommon magic item is like what, 33gp?

When Gale actually comes to you about it too, it is either after you have shown you are a good person who likes to help people and he feels he can trust you to help him with the bomb in his chest that could wipe out a city. Or the alternative is he literally has to come talking to you lest he actually, literally explode and you are the person who is in charge. Yes he gets angry when you refuse but man has good reason, everyone's life is at stake!

Does he give you all the details? No! But the only people who tell you everything at this damn camp are Lae'zel and Karlach! Literally no one tells you ja

There are plenty of reasons to not like Gale. Gale is my favorite but I do see how parts of him, like how he can be sort of a classist asshole about magic(I do not think he intends to be and I think that is Gale's ~Touch of the Tism~ showing and being mixed with self worth issues)

Gale is such a genuinely sweet guy. He values life and people and magic. He may be over the top and get in over his head way to easily just wants to be at home with his cat and a good book and I am so sick of all the slander towards my boy.

#rant post #Gale #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #Gale is best boy #fight me #how can you hate a guy who asks you for items but love the guy who tries to kill you twice?#I love Astarion I promise #but man #he tries to kill you twice and for the first half of your relationship he is literally using you #fuck Mystra #Mystra can go die in a hole #Put Withers back as a god #the god of magic

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catholic-character-tournament · 1 year ago

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Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

Johnathan

Catholicism doesn’t really exist in the game but it also kind of does. Basically, Johnathan didn’t know that God existed until one day all the angels started coming down from heaven to have a war with the demons from hell. And then Johnathan made a pledge to go serve god and heaven and kill all humans living on earth because they were like “unfit” or “unclean” or something. So then Johnathan’s friend Walter goes to hang out with satan and then they become enemies :( But he’s basically catholic even if he doesn’t directly call himself that so i’m gonna say yes.

Johnathan literally fuses himself with god to become merkabach. He is unhinged. At the start of the game i thought he was cool because he didn’t want me to kill my best friend like WALTER did. And unlike WALTER, johnathan didn’t fuck up the boss fight with the minotaur. But then johnathan became really really bourgeoise or bougie idk whatever idk how to spell it. And then johnathan was like “FUCK POOR PEOPLE” and i was like no girl nooooo. But johnathan wanted to fuse himself with god and wipe all humans off the face of the earth because heaven thought they were impure. So he was trying to invoke the angels of destruction so badly and i was like johnathan you can’t do that son, and so i had to beat his ass. And then by extension i had to also beat god’s ass. And then i don’t really remember what happens but johnathan was essentially the most catholic guy in existence considering i don’t know anybody else who was chill enough with god to do steven universe fusion with him.

ok so like in smt theres alignments . chaos neutral and law. jonathan is the local lawboy and this means hes like the one who rather follow the rules already established and reject radical changes. but anyways hes also shown to be some sort of follower of god in this world and also of the like. local religion or whatever in mikado (where everyone is from) and hes very devoted to the cause and to keep things peaceful as they are now instead of trying to change shit up like walter (the chaosboy)

if he wants to commit genocide who am i to say no

has one fight with friend and decides to become an angel about it and nuke tokyo off the map

Fuses with literal biblical angels to become another angel that then wants to genocide anyone deemed ungodly/unclean by the biblical higher powers (which includes the entire population of Tokyo. And people who read manga).

Dude he is absolutely insane. He's my poor little meow meow. The party got high and he rolled around on the floor and meowed because he thought he was a cat. He is also so insanely gay. Like stupidly queer coded . that just makes the catholic guilt hit harder tbh

Gay boy who dies in every timeline

Paul

he's like if renfield from dracula was cool youth pastor.

He's also a priest, who essentially becomes a vampire due to an "angel" and tries to convert the entire town. He also runs an Alcoholics Anonymous group. I love him

Listen you've probably gotten this guy idk how many times but JUST IN CASE, I submitted him. He's a priest who fell in love and had a lesbian daughter. He becomes a vampire after his money-laundering fundie simp sent him to the Holy Land. He's so torn up over his lover having dementia and God allowing so much overwhelming death that he decides he's going to try to Cure Death Forever but oh boy is it a slippery slope and the man is surrounded by enablers.

so i binged watch the chosen (it's a drama series but it's the bible) and I needed to balance or else Id be insane so I watched midnight mass. It was good. Fuck this rat -- op

#shin megami tensei #jonathan smt #smt #father paul hill #midnight mass #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

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nyaboshi · 5 months ago

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❤️‍🩹,😎,🥰

Ooo

❤️‍🩹 Oh my gosh, that is 100% The World Ends With You. God used that game to shape my understanding of the world, I am so sure of it. That game truly helped me to come out of the shell I had locked myself into! There are so many morals in that game that just.. spoke so my to my 13-year-old self. It's the #1 reason why it will always and forever be my favorite game! I don't know if this counts toward a fandom in particular that helped me, but I'm saying it does.

😎 My favorite part is always the friends I make. I've made so many friends just because I've been part of a fandom, and I think that's beautiful. I met these people because we have one thing in common, but now I'm talking to some of them almost daily and consider them some of my closest friends!

🥰 GRAH RAAAAA APBJEOAOEWJA

THESE TWO!! Neku Sakuraba and Shiki Misaki from The World Ends With You. These two– Oh GOSH these two. They have my heart, for real man. They're just so perfect for one another, and like– They both went through so much character development BECAUSE of each other, WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT FORMING RELATIONSHIPS IS SUPPOSED TO DO! And I'm not just talking about romantic relationships! This game is so good because the main focus is about forming relationships with people so that you clash with them and ricochet to become a better person because of the relationships you formed and GRAAHHHHH

Anyways– Neku and Shiki are a perfect example of this particular moral of the game because they build off of each other's personality traits and become SUCH better people! At the start of the game, Neku is – for lack of a better, family-friendly descriptor – a complete and total douchebag. He's super self centered and outright rude with how he treats other people. Wants nothing to do with them and just wants to shut them all out. But underneath it all, he's actually just a boy who's very much hurting from trauma (they imply that in the past he very abruptly lost his best friend and he hasn't gotten over it) and is using his walls as a defense mechanism. On the other hand, Shiki is super cheery and peppy (at first) and tends to bend over backwards for people. But when you get past all of that, she's an incredibly insecure girl who has almost zero confidence in herself. Put them together and what do you get? They hate each other. :D Or, to put it more accurately, their surface personalities hate each other. But once they start to get to know each other a little more, they realize, "Oh hey. They're actually not that bad..." Neku helps Shiki with her confidence via administering some tough love, and Shiki acts as the catalyst that pushes Neku to break down his walls and actually interact and bond with people for a change!

This post by @altorav (my favorite artist to scroll through for NeShiki brainrot, btw) pretty much sums it up. XD Although Neku and Shiki aren't technically canon, they are so heavily implied, man... They have so much chemistry, and there's literally a scene in the game where a guy mistakes them for lovers and they both FREAK. I love them so much.

A close second OTP would be Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa.

But I'll save you from another long ramble about these two, because I have a lot to say about them as well. XD Just know that they are the epitome of Black Cat GF and Golden Retriever BF. :3 And they are also another couple that isn't directly stated to be canon, but is heavily implied AND IT PAINS ME TO NO END, GRAAAAHHHHHH

Thanks for the ask, May! <3

#answering asks #ask game #emojis #fandoms #fandom questions #the world ends with you #danganronpa #ships #otps #neshiki #naegiri #rambles #nyappity yaps #nyaboshi #neku sakuraba #shiki misaki #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri

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nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms · 7 months ago

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C A T for the ask game please hehe 😻

Cat!! My dearest Shrutual <3333

(Im going to answer alphabetically. Also this got so long omg)

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

I do have OTPs :D wolfstar and stucky (also previously: klance but im not into them as much anymore)

I even have a meme for this occasion:

other ships from the marauders fandom:

wolfstarbucks <333 wolfbucks and prongsfoot are alright too but not in the long run, I think I prefer them as a trio (everyone is there and all is well and everyone is happy. I get sad when R isnt there and im worried about S's whereabouts when he isnt there, so. Trio)

jily - i wouldnt call myself a jily shipper per se, but its also very dear to me <3333. Would choose a fic with them as a supporting ship over alternatives when reading r/s , thats for sure.

james & sirius friendship but also remus & james friendship!!

basically... sirius and remus and sometimes james an lily. in any configuration at this point

(there are other ships I like from hp, mcu and other fandoms but im not into them that much at this very moment)

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Oh boy. Do I have to choose just one?

Stony.

... Ok that wasnt that hard.

I dont like Tony, I dont care about him, I dont like their relationship we saw in the films (tho i havent read the comics so im judging just the films), Im not into enemies to lovers, there is nothing for me there. zero, zip, nada.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Thats a really hard question bc apart from fighting "mainstream" fanon with canon info i dont think im that invested about most headcanons? so, i will try. i will not elaborate tho.

if sirius was into any muggle subculture it would be punk

black brothers weren't tortured with cruciatus every other day for any minor inconvenience they caused. sirius was abused psychologically and emotionally and until the last second walburga hoped he would come back and take the role of the heir he was supposed to.

regulus wasnt forced into becoming a DE, but he did it bc he wanted to prove himself

alphard was gay and had muggle lover(s)

sirius would become a curse breaker, a social worker, an activist, a mechanic or an engineer or something like that. idk why but i dont like it when he's a healer/doctor. However I can see sirius joining the aurors with james, but i think he would resign not long after finishing training when he realises he cant fix the system from the inside. idk if james would resign tho.

if we assume that the marauders form a pack, its not remus who is the alpha, even while in wolf form

the last one im adding just bc i saw a post about it right before i started answering this ask: the full moon doesnt make remus horny. its a traumatic experience for him and he associates it with everything he fears - pain and loosing control. for a few days before the full he feels sick and weak and he hates everything and sirius has to fight tooth and nail to just get him under a blanket for a cuddle. right after the full he is exhausted and in pain. the further from the full the easier it is to get him in the mood, basically. (i feel like im the only one. at least on this one post every response was the opposite. i read just one ff with a similar thing - where its the new moon that makes werewolves horny.) i am not opposed to remus being horny right after the full tho

las one I just remembered: the hogwarts express has more than two stops. for gods sake. those kids arent travelling to London from Edinburgh just to spend the whole day on the train on the way back. (check out this map) all of the stations have platforms like 3 ⅓, 2 ⅚ and so on of course.

ask game

#cat tag #ask game #sorry i kept you waiting #it took longer than i expected #the one ff was to trust the wolf by puuvillaa btw

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cinhomi · 5 months ago

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Hey ! How are you ? I am still deep in angst with my story so I need some fluff and I was thinking : Lino needing to sit down and have a moment and maybe a glass of water because he’s watching yiu nap with the cats, on the floor in a sun patch like a weirdo and he can’t wait to kiss your stupid face because you’re cute. Also I raise to you : I talk in my sleep. He talks in his sleep. Sleepovers with the boys next door or all pile up in a loving room is probably really fun for us two (only for us two)

this is... the cutest thing ever...

like, he's back from a long stressful day and honestly he's a bit grumpy and irrashible but... when he comes home, puts down keys and everything, and sets foot in your shared place he feels every worry dissipate as he sees you. you seem just like another big cat! you're sleeping with his babies! oh my god you're his baby too!! he needs to take a deep breath because his first urge is to rush on the floor with you and kiss you nonstop.

I have the feeling that Minho is a gentle lover. soft, affectionate, caring, he may be weird at times but I think he's one of the most vulnerable people out there. and he can be big and though and scary but he also crumbles in front of his loved one.

so if such a sight presents in front of him, I guess he just wants to feel his heart beat super fast, and the corners of his lips lift, and his chest heaving and his hands fidgetting with each other. he wants to feel it all! and I guess that, after a good chug of water and a change of clothes he does lay on the floor with you. and he caresses your cheeks, your eyebrows, the he pets his beloved cats and then he kisses your nose, softly, careful not to wake you. the patch of sun you were laying at is now disappearing and it's almost time for dinner, it's becoming uncomfortable because he doesn't have a pillow under him, but... he'd think of it as a super special moment. hmm... you wake up with tender pecks on your lips because he really couldn't resist!

Mimo and you who talk in your sleep! that's such a cute thing! (I talk in my sleep too sometimes!)

I can only imagine, that if you're we the others, they 100% record you both. and you find out you had a full conversation too!

ah these were very sweet thoughts my dear. very appreciated, I missed thinking about these things. thank you for sharing them with me 🩷✨️

#✉️: letters to cinhomi #from: my fleur ✨️#DO YOU LIKE THE TAG??#DO YOU WANT IT???#I use this one for my special mooties but if you want another one just tell me sweetheart 👉👈

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libidomechanica · 1 month ago

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writebethany · 7 months ago

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❤️🧡🤍🩷💜A WLW ASK MEME❤️🧡🤍🩷💜 List the top 10 ladies you’ve been obsessed with Ever Of All Time! Then send this on to 5 sapphic mutuals 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Mentally listing these off I have a type and I'm not sorry about this in the slightest ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so in no particular order:

Astra In-Ze. (Supergirl) General badass who wants to do the right thing in the completely wrong way? There was never a universe in which I did not love her. It was inevitable. I watched the first season of supergirl for Cat Grant, and ended up loving Astra more. It's the enemies to lovers of it all. It's the Laura Benanti. It's the being a twin on a world where that was an aberration. It's the ability to take the framework and run to create a whole lot of backstories for fun and profit. *chef's kiss* Really had everything I needed to sink into a character and think about them for all time.

Kommissar (Pitch Perfect 2) Condescending European tall hot lady? By god the movie gave us nothing and yet I kept digging. I literally had to pick out a name to write about her, but I was out here giving her the full random side dude character treatment because she had the trifecta of 'qualities I'm obsessed with.' I followed the actress and watched Danish TV for her. I started learning Danish. That is how obsessed I was with this character. The OT3 fic I wrote with Kommissar/Becca/Pieter is still one of my favorite things I've ever written. It's just so soft while Kommissar doesn't manage to lose the sass or edge. Mmm.

Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada) It's Miranda Priestly. I'm a millennial sapphic. Need I say more. Never mind that she fits with the overall theme so far of 'mean and pretty (and usually older with a backstory with just a *touch* of softness). I watched the movie as a baby gay who didn't know(tm) yet and zeroed the fuck in on Miranda and then watched it in college and YEP. There we were. Several hundred thousand words of fic later.

Regina Mills. (Once Upon a Time) Mean. ✅ Tragic backstory ✅ Secretly Wants to be good ✅ *GOD* the brain rot I had over Regina Mills. Still love her, but I burned so brightly and that fandom was so. Well. We all know what OUAT was like if you were there Gandalf. She's still such a baby girl, but not *the* baby girl, you understand. She led me to Lana's other works and Swingtown most importantly which also lives in my head rent free, but Regina. Regina will always be that original GOAT from my first *big* foray into fandom and only just got passed with fics from another fandom recently, that's how much I wrote about her.

Narcissa Malfoy. Sometimes when you're a baby gay and the teacher you just realized you have a crush on and finally admit you're gay to yourself writes HP fanfic and writes a version of Narcissa Malfoy that haunts you for fifteen straight years to the point where it becomes your pandemic fic pairing of choice and here you are four years past that with *gestures* yeah. Alas.

H.G. Wells. (Warehouse 13) HOOOOO BOY baby's first fandom. This was another case of me watching the first couple seasons before I knew(tm) but also buying them on DVD because you see I needed them. Mmm complicated villain backstories. I can redeem her, etc, etc. But just the sheer fucking chemistry of HG and Myka and the perfection of HG being this didactic woman who didn't let time define her and then going absolutely ape to avenge her daughter? Yes. Just yes. Love her. Also Jaime Murray. Mhm.

Eve Baird. (The Librarians) Oh Eve. The newest addition to the list. She just wants to protect her people, for all of them to live and be happy. Will forever have a part of my mind rotating her, Jenkins, and Cassandra together like a snowglobe. It just makes sense and I am a sucker for poly.

Rebecca Welton. (Ted Lasso) *screams in we could have had it all* listen. Listen. Listen. I loved the first two season of Ted Lasso. I loved the arc that Rebecca had in them of being a conniving bitch because she was hurt and wanted everyone else to hurt with her. I loved the switch from that to finding family with the team. What the fuck was the third season. What was that ending. Some random fucking dude with a kid? Forever will be angry about it and how it just...took everything that she had with Ted and went 'surely this other random dude will do'. They should have just left her alone if the ultimate goal was for Ted to go. I would have loved that for her, to stand on her two feet. Just. AGH. Anyway seasons 1 and 2 live rent free in my head and we don't talk about bruno after that.

Cat Grant. (Supergirl) While I ended up liking Astra more than Cat Grant. Cat Grant. The parallels between Cat and Miranda are *paralleling* and I still fucking love her to this day. The check boxes are checked. The plucky assistant to fall in love with is right there. Honestly if the show had aired any other time than when I was in grad school, and if Cat had been a main for more than a season I would have been even more obsessed.

Rita Repulsa. (Power Rangers) Listen. Listen. Listen. Six year old me loved Power Rangers. Six year old me also thought Rita Repulsa was the prettiest woman ever to exist. Dear god if you have only seen the Elizabeth Banks Rita, google the original. 0 idea what my six year old self was thinking. Like without the crazy costume yeah, but the crazy costume was there. So. I mean I still think about her on occasion, but usually in the context of HOO BOY I'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS about villains. So. She counts. Also the Elizabeth Banks version is certifiably hot so like. Was six year old me wrong?

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tumblingxelian · 1 month ago

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No worries, hope it was god busy and if not that its eased up! Also thanks for reading!

Thank you, I am so glad you enjoy it and gosh mood, that was such an iconic little moment it feels a shame more wasn't done with it. Low key that basically is what happens here, cos Horrifiactor basically cornered the three people not sufficiently afraid of it. Juleka (Cool) Chloe (Fight) & Rose shifting from fright to (Cute) as she shrunk, so it was barely a battle XD

Mhm, I confess to not being supper familiar with how all that went down so I can't say a ton, but I feel like it'd maybe build up a little? Like, he hears Juleka's last name when checking in and is briefly like (OO) before quickly moving on. Then Juleka asked her mother who was also weird about it, but theories range from (They were lovers to they have a sword fight to the death scheduled) Then there'd likely be the reveal in and or around Guitar Villain & Reflekta. possibly with Juleka's career starting to take off people start digging? So there's all that drama. & Then they're judges on a cooking contest together and oh boy is that awkward. Though that's just an idea, I could have misread the entire vibe of things. Also that does sound sweet as an idea!

Hehe, thanks, glad you approve!

Chloe: Noo, I have to find a way for Adrien to come back to school!

Hawk Moth: Queen Hunter, I will give you the power to find what you seek if you retrieve what I am seeking-

Chloe: Sure, done deal whatever, gimme powers now!

(Akumatizes)

Queen Hunter: ... I have 'found' the source of Adrien's problem.

Marinette: The book!?

Juleka: I doubt it.

Queen Hunter: His father!

Juleka: Called it.

Marinette: ... Phew?

Hawk Moth: (Oh I may have become error)

Queen Hunter: I shall seek and destroy his wretched father!

Juleka (He's not the only wretched father you could destroy)

Hawk Moth: N- No! Find me the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous!

Queen Hunter: Nope! Killing Gabriel! (Launches herself through the roof)

Hawk Moth: ... My Akuma can disobey me!?

@maestro04yayyy & @just-that-asshole-withaknife you may be interested in this?

Sort of an overarching S1 restructuring around the Chloleka Match My Freak AU.

So, my own "Episode order" is different to canons but in this case canons actually works better, cos it means things start quite early, as where my own puts Rose's Akuma late in the game.

Plus, Dark Cupid comes right after Princess Fragrance, which adds a new layer to Chloe's rejection of Kim. Not sure if her being extremely gay about Juleka would really stymie Kim, so it could just be a shift in Chloe's dialogue about who she has her eyes on, and otherwise remain the same. Or be altered somewhat or even not happen.

Sticking with the canon list for the moment, Mr Pigeon might remain the same, though I could also see Chloe deciding to try and get Juleka's opinion and or design the hat around her aesthetic, which is likely when her interest becomes like... Obviously genuine to outside observers and or Juleka if she wasn't 100% sure yet.

Pixelator she naturally tries to have herself and Juleka working together, but she may also want Adrien around so maybe she puts them together in a sort of My two favorite people" way. & opts to be 'management' then is distracted helping Jagged and that may be a whole kettle of god damn fish actually.

Andre's presence also means this is when he loses the "Sad old dog/used car salesmen"" vibe to Juleka with how he switches from brutish & classist bastard to simpering fawner and backstabber.

I'd say maybe around Copycat is when All in The Style happens, so Juleka's aware of Chloe's interest, their matched freakness, and is getting comfortable enough with Chloe's flirting even if she doesn't return it and now it doing modelling.

So they are spending more time together.

Bubbler may be a bit of a setback given Rose was freaked out and Juleka would prioritize her, but that may just mean Chloe decides to be like "Right, ending this situation now!" and convinces Bubbler that trashing all Gabriel's stuff is also teen party activities so everyone can bail out while he's busy. Juleka may actually stay behind with her in this case once she's sure Rose is safely on the run.

Simon Says is likely the same.

Rogercop may not even happen as Chloe would likely either be showing off the bracelet to Juleka, or giving one to her, or they're discussing modelling stuff. Though friction may be caused by Roger deeming Anarka a bad influence and this may be where Andre starts realizing why Chloe's not been fawning on him lately.

This could also be where perception of Andre starts going from "OK he's teaching Chloe shitty ways to behave" to, "He's also possessive of Chloe."

Gamer & Animan, basically the same, again if they happen at all.

This could be where the dancing and first kiss happen then? IE, not quite dating but sure are something.

Darkblade is... Interesting, I think if anything this might be where Andre really realizes Chloe's disconected from him. She likely isn't super interested in the election, she's helping manage Julea's burgeoning modelling career, much more proffesional, mature and important. Plus not going for it means she doesn't need to fawn on Andre.

Plus if it does come up, maybe Chloe thinks she and Juleka should run? (Could lead to Sabrina Akumatizing in a sort of "Pay attention to me" may) but that leads to some brief tension as it reminds Juleka of how Chloe tended to win those elections, which upset Rose. But, she'd also be keyed in enough to Chloe-isms, to read between the lines of Chloe's explanation and hasty dismissal of doing so again.

This may not stop Andre from trying to push in, in some way; it may exclusively be classroom drama, or Akuma drama brought by Andre cos he showed up to be a nuisance and Darkblade followed. Regardless I'd say this is where Juleka keys in that Andre's a real, real problem, in more ways than just being negligent and over indulgent.

Also potential Jagged appearance again.

The Pharaoh, no changes, Timebreaker likely doesn't happen cos Chloe's clingy with Juleka over going all crow brain on a watch.

Though if it comes close it'll be like, Chloe making grabby hands for the watch and then Juleka sliding up next to her like, "Behave~" and Chloe just melts.

Horrificator is actually what inspired this post cos of some ideas I had:

Juleka had gotten a good sense for when Chloe was building up to tear into someone and even before she'd started feel stronger in her own skin, she'd been getting quite comfortable putting her foot down on the matter.

"Well I think-" Chloe let out a squeak as Juleka prodded a long nail against her side, but followed it up with an affectionate hip bump and arched brow.

Chloe took the silent reprimand and encouragement like a fish to water and switched gears without missing a beat.

"That its utterly ridiculous they moved up the submission date for this project, ad its clearly stressing everyone out."

That got several assenting murmurs of agreement and Chloe beamed excitedly at her; like this was some miracle Juleka had worked for her.

It was a nice feeling to be beheld with such blinding adoration, so Juleka wasn't about to tell her to stop either. Nails now teasing along Chloe's thigh she mouthed, 'good girl' and watched the blonde blush and preen under her gaze.

Unfortunately, or somewhat fortunately in Juleka's reckoning, Myleene did end up so stressed she Akumatized.

Which meant Juleka had a front row seat to a mass of monstrous flesh and fangs looming over her. Gaping mouth unhinging, viscus fluid and turgid flesh laid bare in a brutal, bellowing roar.

Rose ducked behind her but was peaking over her shoulder caught somewhere between scared and likely deeming it "Ugly Cute!"

Chloe was caught between also ducking behind her and looking like she wanted to pounce the Akuma and tear its face off with her teeth.

Juleka just took in the beast and grinned, "Cool~"

Then it began to shrink, a lot.

Less cool.

Chloe however was inundating her with praise for her bravery, very cool.

Mylene's final form was outright cute in Roses' reckoning so that was cool, maybe?

Whatever.

Pupeteer & Mime are likely the same, again if they happen, and Andre is likely starting to make things weird.

This could also dovetail with Guitar Villain or that's its own thing, the fact Jagged basically lives there is something to potentially be explored in general, especially if Anarka hears about it, drama~

That could also lead into Reflekta, though as Juleka would lack the photo curse insecurity. (Chloe hounded the fuck out of the first photo shoot to make sure everything was 'exceptionally perfect') So Juleka may get a different Akuma form and it could be over Jagged, or some mixture of elements.

Chloe's still pissed about photo day though.

Antibug, very conditional anyway and not liable to happen due to sheer willpower and or differing circumstances.

Kung Food, Chloe probably traded her spot on the judge panel with Juleka to boost her public prole. Andre's pissy about it, but she just went behind his back to do it and the showrunners are like "Look, we're already here, we're already shooting, your daughter doesn't want the part, so like... Call my boss about it or whatever." Plus Jagged again.

Volpina, hmm, I feel like there may be more suspicion around her, but also like, indifference, she may key into the pair though and be like "Oho, other potential targets." So who can know? & regardless, things are likely distracted by the missing book.

Ooh that could be a fun Akuma for Chloe actually, the books missing, Adrien can't come to school or leave the house anymore, boom, Akuma. Gabriel may regret it if Chloe deems him the problem over the missing book though XD

Andre may try and drag Audrey back to Paris early or maybe not or fails, everything but my timeline puts Style Queen quite late in the season but I prefer or earlier for various reasons. Anyway have other things to do and this kind of got way from me, but I hope its interesting?

#MLB

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astoryisaloveaffair · 3 years ago

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Fix You - Chapter 8: Hopeless Wanderer

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Fem!Reader

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Chapter Summary: Lex’s impact becomes clear. You come clean to Frankie. Frankie deals with his security in the relationship.

Word Count: 13K...dear....god...

Rating: E, 18+

Chapter Warnings: Legal age gap (10+ years), cussing, alcohol, discussions of substance abuse, discussions of PTSD, smut, fingering, oral (f rec), P in V, rough sex, one or two light smacks on the ass, exhibitionist kink, BIG BISEXUAL ENERGY, angst, jealousy, Frankie talking more than he has ever done in his LIFE, Santiago being a menace

A/N: Hi guys I’m BACCKKKK! Thank you all for being patient, I took a mini-hiatus and then agonized over this chapter for like 2 weeks. It’s an emotional one and I’m a perfectionist *shrug emoji*. I truly hope you all enjoy this chapter, it’s a long time coming and it was one of the elements of this story that I’ve thought about the most and wanted to get absolutely perfect. I’m still not sure it is, I’ve been doubting myself this entire chapter, but I can’t sit on it anymore. Music choice is a huge thing at the end of this chapter because I’m so dramatic, I made a completely additional playlist for this scene, but feel free to ignore it. I’m also working on more inclusive moodboards so if this one is a mess I am so sorry.

Thank you to my love @sharkbait77 for beta, military spouse knowledge, and the constant support, as well as @whiskeyyourwaytomyheart & @disgruntledspacedad! Love you guys!

Suggested Songs: “Gold Dust Woman” by Fleetwood Mac, “Lover’s Eyes” by Mumford and Sons, “Hopeless Wanderer” by Mumford and Sons, “Hercules” by Guster, “Blinding Lights” by The Weeknd & Rosalia, “Heart to Break” by Kim Petras, “Del Mar” by Ozuna, SIA, & Doja Cat, “Hillside Boys” by Kim Petras

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“You’re the babysitter right? I’m Lex. Frankie’s ex-wife.”

Before you can even utter a word, Gabi is struggling in your arms, reaching out for the woman in enthusiasm. “Mama!”

You clear your throat and set Gabi down and she runs to her mom’s legs, folding herself around them. Lex kneels down to hug her and give her a kiss before standing back up. Gabi remains by her legs. Your heart is pounding so loud you can feel it vibrating your ears and you have no idea why.

“Hi, yes, um - I’m the….babysitter.” You reach your hand out to shake hers and she takes it. She has a limp handshake, you note to yourself. That’s always been a pet peeve of yours. You force a smile and tell her your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs…”

“Lex.”

“Lex.” You repeat. “I’m...so sorry, I didn’t know you were coming over today. Fra-Mr. Morales didn’t mention anything.”

She squints at you under her sharp arched eyebrows, like she’s figured out some sort of secret about you. “Mmhmm.”

Fuck. I said his first name. You turn and gesture to the door to keep yourself from unintentionally revealing yourself any further. “Do you - do you want to come in? I think there’s some iced tea or something in the fridge.”

She smirks again, a repetitive shit-eating grin that’s already getting on your nerves. “No. Thank you for the sweet offer. I just stopped by really quickly to drop off Gabriela’s diaper bag. Frankie forgot it when he picked her up on Sunday.”

“Oh, okay.” You say, furrowing your brow. “But...Frankie already has his own diaper bag for her. It’s in the hallway.”

She lifts an eyebrow and tilts her head and you’re so mad at yourself you almost slap yourself in the forehead. You should have just said nothing. You drop your head and stare at Gabi, who has situated herself on the deck to watch the interaction with rapt attention.

“You’re very smart. I guess I should be happy about that at least.” Lex continues, gesturing for you to sit in one of the adirondacks as she moves to sit in an adjacent one. Moving around like she fucking owns the place. You take the seat anyways. “I’m sure you can imagine how it must feel as a mother to not be able to meet the girl who is watching your daughter, especially when her daughter mentions you as often as Gabriela does. I simply wanted to meet you.”

“That makes sense.” You agree, doing your best not to bristle at her calling you “girl”. You desperately want to get out of this conversation, be as polite as possible and gently send her on her fucking way, so you say what you need to in order to placate her.

She leans back in the chair, scooping up Gabi and placing her on her lap. “So, why is my ex-husband keeping you from me?”

You meet her eyes, doing your utmost to remove any agitation or hostility from your gaze. “I don’t really know, ma’am, I honestly just come here and watch Gabi a few nights a week. I don’t really get into anything else with Mr. Morales. He’s rarely here when I’m here. When he hired me he just said it wasn’t necessary to meet you. I didn’t think anything of it. I figured you had your own babysitter for her.”

She seems mollified, heaving a sigh and softening her features, no longer looking like a vulture circling a piece of roadkill. “Well, then I’m sorry to have put you in the middle of this. I’m afraid Frankie has painted me as some kind of villain. I only want the best for my daughter.”

You nod. “I completely understand and agree. I’m sorry if you feel slighted that I didn’t find a way to reach out. I’m happy to supply you any of my certifications if you need or -”

She cuts you off again. “No, that won’t be necessary. I can see you’re a smart young woman. I apologize if I caused a disruption.” She places Gabi back down on the porch and acts like she’s getting up to leave, but instead leans forward towards you and looks you straight in the eyes. It makes you nervous. “Listen, I’m not sure how much Frankie has told you, but he has a long and serious history of making unsafe decisions for our family. I truly hope he mentioned to you that he is a cocaine addict. So, you can see why it makes me extremely uneasy whenever he has Gabriela with him.”

You inhale deeply, your eyes widening at her blatant disregard for Frankie’s privacy, reaching out to grip one of the armrests of the chair for support. What. The. Fuck. Anger, blinding hot anger sears through you so strongly that you can barely even make a response.

She takes your hand, misinterpreting your reaction as she continues speaking. “So, I was hoping you could do me a favor.” You meet her eyes again, but you can feel the rage and protectiveness boiling over inside you. This is fucked. This is completely fucked up and so out of line. Not that Frankie didn’t share with you his problems, no, but that this woman had the nerve to tell someone she just met something so incredibly private, so unbelievably personal.

She capitalizes on your verbal paralysis and pushes forward. “I would like you to take my number, and please call me and give me updates on how he’s doing. Should he do anything strange, or if he puts Gabriela at risk in any way, I want you to call me and I will come immediately. Okay?” She releases your hand and pulls a receipt from her purse, scribbling her number on it.

You are still in such shock at her audacity that you can only dumbly nod and take the paper, only snapping back to yourself when she stands to leave.

“Lex.” You say, and she turns around, hovering on the porch step. You're standing now too. “I want you to know that if Gabriela is ever in danger or at risk of getting hurt, I will call you. And the police. But that will never happen. Frankie is an amazing father, from what I’ve seen. And to be quite honest, you did not hire me. Frankie did. And I will not spy on him for you, because that is what you are asking me to do. I don’t know you. I’m not doing that. I’m sorry.”

Her expression doesn’t shift one iota, she only hums again. “Frankie. Yes. Frankie hired you. Yet I thought you said you were rarely around him? Still, forgive me for not realizing you had an allegiance.” She turns her head, unwilling to regard you any further as she reaches down and kisses Gabi on the head. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

She turns and leaves without even saying goodbye to you. Gabi starts crying at the abrupt loss of her mother, and Lex leaves you to deal with it, getting in her car and driving away without a glance.

“Bitch.” You say, then slap your hand over your mouth. Gabi hasn’t even noticed. You sigh and pick her up, she’s wailing in your arms and you turn to the front door, the atmosphere of the afternoon ruined. You almost trip over the giant obnoxious diaper bag she left, like it was on purpose and she knew you’d fall over it. You huff angrily. Why the fuck did she leave this shit here?

You know why as soon as Frankie returns home. You hear the truck door slam, perking up as he enters the house.

“Hey baby! Bonita!” He’s grinning widely as he sees you, eyes sparkling as he shifts his attention from you to Gabi, who is quickly waddling towards him. You get up from the couch to meet them in the entranceway, smiling softly as he bends down to reach for Gabi. The way he interacts with her always does something for you, you’re not sure what to call it.

As he kneels, his eyes adjust to the shift in height and he quickly notices two gigantic diaper bags lying side by side where there normally is just one. He halts, Gabi held up in his outstretched hands, only remembering to absently pick up and hold her to his chest when she begins squirming in his grasp at the lapse in attention.

“What’s -” He looks back at you with a grimace before he looks down again, as if trying to make sure he’s not having a recurrence of shell-shock double vision. But it’s there, and his eyes slowly trail back up to yours in a hauntingly vacant expression you haven’t seen from him before. His eyes look empty. No warmth. No light. “She was here.”

It’s fear. You think. He’s afraid. You meet his eyes, trying to pour as much sympathy into your expression to him as possible. “Yea. She was.”

Before you can say anything more, he blinks several times and slowly puts Gabi back down, his lips pressed into a grim line. You can see his irises melt out into his pupils to form giant black pools of rage, and you suddenly realize why she left that diaper bag. Why he was afraid. She wanted to upset him. She wanted him to spiral. And that realization only makes you hate her more.

“Frankie…” You whisper, reaching for him. He closes his eyes and puts one large palm up.

“Did she say why?”

You lean back against the back of the couch, giving him some space. “She came claiming you forgot this diaper bag. I told her we already had one. She wasn’t too pleased. She really just wanted to meet me.”

He opens his eyes and glares at the wall, his jaw ticking as the anger works its way out. “Anything else?”

You hesitate for a moment, not sure if you should tell him. You don’t want to upset him more. But you pride yourself on your honesty and you never would want to lie or keep something from him. “She...told me about...the cocaine. And she asked me to spy on you. I told-”

You don’t get to finish, because he finally snaps in a jerk of motion. “God FUCKING. DAMMIT!’ He yells, ripping his hat off and flinging it against the wall. You reel back at the sudden release, even though you somewhat anticipated it. Gabi whimpers and moves back behind the couch.

He breathes deeply and puts his face in his hands. “Fuck, I - I gotta go. I’ll be back later, I’m about to lose it and I don’t want to scare her. You gotta stay.” He turns around abruptly and rips the door open, turning first towards the end table outside on the porch that held his emergency cigarettes. He sloppily starts rolling one before he moves to leave.

“Shit.” You mutter. You don’t want him to leave, you want to help him. Leaving in a huff to be by himself won’t help anything. You stand in the doorway, turning back to Gabi. “Gabi baby, I need you to go to your toy box and play with something, don’t move from there, you’re okay. You’re safe. Daddy is just sad. Okay?” She nods slowly, the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes slightly dissolving at your words and you step through the doorway to stop Frankie from leaving, but he’s still there, blessedly still struggling to roll his cigarette in his shaking, anger-filled hands.

He finally gets it, thrusting it between his lips as he lights it, huffing the first drag out harshly and makes to leave down the porch steps, but you step into his way.

“Frankie, please don’t leave. Please talk to me.”

He glares at you for impeding him, but pauses long enough that you can grasp him by the waist and push him towards one of the chairs. “Sit down for a minute.”

He stubbornly plants his heels right in front of the chair and you stop with him, the weight of him keeping you from propelling further. Frankie grips both of your wrists in his hands, taking them off him with a gentleness you’re surprised he can muster in his current state.

“No, I -“

“Sit down Frankie.” You order, and he blinks incredulously at you before…sitting down.

You pull the rocking chair across from him closer to the open door so you can look in on Gabi before finally taking a seat, the angle allowing you to see her between the gap of the couches.

Frankie takes another drag, exhaling forcefully and it seems like he might be calming down until he suddenly stands up again and grabs the lantern off the end table, flinging it at one of the columns at the far end of the porch with a haggard shout.

“FUCK.”

You say nothing, doing your best not to wince as the lantern frame crumples on impact, the plexiglass dislodging from the frame as it falls from the floor. He leans back against the railing of the porch in front of you, the smoke of the cigarette curling around his ears and hair, and covers his face with his hands again.

You crane your neck and check in on Gabi, who is doing exactly as you asked and trying to distract herself with some toys. You call to her and reassure her before turning back around towards Frankie. His outburst seems to have settled him somewhat. You give him a few minutes before speaking, watching as his breaths slow down, his hands stop shaking.

“Did that help?”

“Yea. It did actually.” He looks up, face pinched in a mix of different emotions you’re determined to find out. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just...I fucking hate her.”

You nod. “I get it. She’s...definitely something.”

He hangs his head.

“But Frankie...I told her no! She can go fuck right off with that. I’m not going to spy on you for her. She was completely out of line to ask me to do that, and I told her so.”

“But now you know.” He looks away.

“Now I know what? That she’s a bitch?”

“No. That...I have a cocaine problem.”

“You do not have a cocaine problem. You are a recovering cocaine addict. There’s a huge difference, and it doesn’t change anything about who you are, the work you’ve done to change that, and how I feel about you.”

He looks up at you questioningly. “How?”

“Cause you are so much more than that Frankie, and it’s been a year and a half, hasn’t it? You told me that.” He nods, and you lift yourself out of the chair to stand in front of him, taking his cigarette and placing it on the end table before cupping his scruffy face. He’s clenching his jaw so hard you’re certain he’ll give himself a tension headache if he doesn’t fucking relax.

“You said you went to Narcotics Anonymous, those are hard drugs. I’ve known that. And I knew you would tell me in time. The time is just now, apparently.”

He moves his head to kiss your palm before grabbing your hands and holding them in his, meeting your eyes. “I don’t deserve you.” He husks.

“What?!” You scoff. “Please, no. If every person that’s made mistakes never got to have someone ever care about them again this would be an even shittier world than it is already.”

He huffs out a deep breath and pulls you into his arms, his head dropping heavily into your neck as you wrap your arms around him. You gently scrape your fingertips into the nape of his neck, twirling his soft curls around your fingers as he sags boneless in your arms.

After a few moments he lifts his head and presses it against yours, and you angle your face into that little missing patch of hair in his stubble to place a quick kiss there.

“Feeling better?” You whisper.

“Yea, thank you.”

“Good.”

“Oh.” He utters, and you turn your head to find Gabi hovering by the doorframe looking at the two of you, fingering the propeller of her favorite helicopter toy, the back and forth movements of the spokes comforting her. You quickly break apart from him.

“Daddy? Yoo sad?”

You might die. You might actually pass away. The way his brows draw in and his eyes melt, it’s so fucking adorable, your heart and your organs and every single ridge of your brain has definitely turned to goo. You just know it.

“No, baby girl, daddy’s not sad anymore. I’m okay. Are you okay? Did I scare you?” He asks, kneeling down next to her.

She sniffles and shakes her head, ever the strong little girl that you were growing to love so well. “Okay, daddy.” She reaches for him and he lets out a shuddering breath, taking her into his embrace and stands, swaying her back and forth. He ticks his head towards the door at you, and the two of you re-enter the house. He sits on the couch with Gabi and presses small kisses into her hair, gently rubbing her back to comfort her. After settling her back down in his lap, she turns to you where you’re hovering near the couch. “Fower okay?”

You look at Frankie confused as he shoots a wink at you. “Yea baby. Wildflower’s okay too. We’re all okay.”

Well, if you weren’t a puddle before, you sure the fuck are now at hearing Gabi try to say your nickname, and you can barely process what’s even going on as she reaches for you and you’re pulled onto the couch and into a three-way hug by Frankie, because every single cell in your body is composed of millions of butterflies and your brain has completely stopped working.

You close your eyes and just feel. Frankie’s arm wrapped around your back and pulling you into his chest, Gabi’s arm across your waist, the crisp scent of Frankie’s cologne mixed with his sweat, the sharp tang of freshly smoked cigarette, the gentle puffing of his chest rising and falling. It’s heaven.

All too soon, Frankie’s arm drops from you and Gabi follows suit, and the three of you awkwardly untangle yourselves. You decide finally just to watch a movie hoping for some distraction, settling on Beauty and the Beast, and nestle tightly all together under a large throw blanket, only pausing to eat Frankie’s famous grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. The excitement of the day clearly tuckered Gabi out and she falls asleep leaning on you much earlier than her normal bedtime. You give her a kiss as Frankie picks her up and takes her to bed, turning off the movie and stretching your stiff muscles from sitting in one position for so long. Frankie has a great couch, just the perfect amount of softness to sink in as you lay down completely across it and sigh heavily. What a fucking day.

You feel the trail of a rough and calloused fingertip gliding up your forearm, swirling around and grazing your skin with the nail softly as it meanders up your bicep, before Frankie’s whole hand cups around your arm.

“Mmmm that feels nice.”

It’s dark enough you can’t see him smiling, but you know he is. “Bed?”

You nod and allow him to take your hand and gently tug you up, pulling you behind him to the bedroom where you both collapse on the bed fully clothed. You roll to face him, the two of you angling towards each other in half-moons.

He speaks first. “Crazy day.”

“Yea.”

“Thanks again…for…everything I guess.”

“I didn’t do much.”

“You did...keeping me here, calming Gabi, calming me...dealing with her.”

“You’re welcome, but it was no big deal.”

“But...ugh.” He grunts. He’s never been great at explaining himself and his feelings, and he struggles to make you understand how much today meant to him. “It was to me. I just...I appreciate it.”

You reach out and squeeze his hand and he squeezes yours back, rolling to his back and bringing you with him to settle in his nook like you love. You nestle in, rubbing your nose into the soft cotton covering his pectoral muscle as you wrap your arm across his softer waist. The arm cradling your head bends and he wraps his forearm around you, large palm caressing small circles on your side.

“I want to….dammit.”

You lean your head up to look at him, though you’re more looking at his beautiful jawline from this angle, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“I want to talk to you about it but I’m not good at this shit.”

You hold him tighter. “That’s okay. Just...say whatever you want. I’ll listen.”

He nods, his lips twitching and you can see him swallow nervously, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he compiles his thoughts.

“She wasn’t always like that. It just...slowly started being that way.”

“Lex, you mean?”

“Yea. We met in between two of my deployments. Everything was so great at first, she was supportive of me and she got on with my friends, she stayed with me while I was away and would always write and send care packages. I’ve never been perfect but it never bothered her. She just...liked me.”

“It?”

“I would get sad sometimes, for no reason. And I can be kind of a dick occasionally.” He chuckles softly. “But she made it better. She always made me feel better. But then...we got married, I climbed the ranks, and the tours I was doing started...affecting me more I guess. She didn’t make it better anymore. She tried though, but I just. I dunno. I guess you can only kill so many people before it starts fucking you up.”

You bite your lip to stop from making a sound. You knew he killed people, he’d mentioned it once before. But this was the first time he’d ever acknowledged to you how bad it might have been, how it could have made him feel, and you don’t utter a sound that would interrupt his thoughts.

He takes a deep breath, all the thoughts in his head making it difficult for him to hone in on what he’s trying to say, so he just rambles, letting himself push out the words organically, hoping it will make sense to you.

“When I finished, I came home and I didn't even know what was going on in her life anymore. I’d gotten so used to a specific way of living in the military, everything was structured and I got anything I needed. I didn’t know where to go or what to do when I got home. So I did what I knew, flying helicopters contractually. And then just interacting normally with people who weren’t actively trying to kill me, making small talk with people who had no idea what the fuck I’d been through...I didn’t know how to do it. And I was fucking miserable, all the time, and the things that worked before weren’t working. So I...I started using.”

He quiets, and you offer the information he already told you. “And you didn’t find much help at the VA?”

He audibly scoffs. “I didn’t even try, not at first. I wanted to do it on my own, I thought I could. It’s hard to explain...like it made me feel weak to need help. To ask for it. So I didn’t. And Lex begged and pleaded for me to do something, go to therapy or a doctor or whatever. I didn’t want to. I just...I got my first hit from another pilot on the job I was doing. And all of a sudden I just felt so good. Like how I used to feel. Just...happy. So I kept doing it, cause I didn’t want that to go away. It got pretty bad. But no matter how much she begged and cried, I couldn’t stop. And then I got caught. That’s...that’s why I can’t fly anymore.”

“How’d you get caught?”

“They did a random drug test on me and of course I fucking failed. I could barely even function for my shifts anymore. They suspended my license and I was fired.”

“Fuck. Is the suspension permanent?”

“No, it isn’t, but I didn’t know that at first. Once I knew, that kicked me in the ass enough to realize I had to stop that shit. Lex was right, and I didn’t wanna lose her, and not even being able to fly...I can’t not fly. I can’t. I threw all my shit out and quit cold turkey. Looking for help through the VA was kinda like talking to a wall, so I just ended up just doing it on my own. I struggled a bit at first, but things got better, Lex calmed down and I did some handyman side jobs to scrape by. I felt like maybe we could be happy again when she got pregnant. And then when we had Gabi…it was like, damn, this is what it’s about. This right here. Her. She was so perfect and beautiful, and I’d helped create that. I didn’t want to ruin her life. I wanted to give her everything but we didn’t have a lot of money. Then...Pope came home. He was working in Colombia to hunt down drug dealers or something. Asked us to do this little mission and I thought it would be a quick and easy way to get some good money for my family. She didn’t want me to go. Begged me not to. I should have listened…”

“What happened?”

“Mission went South. Series of bad decisions and everything went to shit. And Redfly...Tom, that’s when he died. On that mission. Shouldn’t have even fucking gone. But...well, you know Pope. He’s persuasive. I just wanted to support my team. But maybe if I’d said no, maybe if I hadn’t...well. I feel responsible.”

“I’m so sorry Frankie, I’m sure you aren’t responsible, there was no way to know what would have happened. But I can’t imagine what it must have felt like to feel that guilt on top of everything else. Did you talk to Santiago about it ever?” He shakes his head solemnly, and you kiss him softly on his pec before letting him continue.

“No. It’s...hard to talk about. For us. We didn’t even get all the money we were supposed to. Barely any of it. What we did get we gave to Tom’s wife and kids cause we felt so bad. And...other things happened on the mission that weren’t supposed to happen. So I went home and was right back in the place I was before. Except even worse. Miserable and lost. And...fuck, I used again.”

“Oh, Frankie…” You murmur as he pulls you into his side harder. You slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt and rub your fingers around his hip.

“Yea...I just felt the worst fucking piece of shit. And I couldn’t get out of it this time. Stopped working, laid around and did nothing. Lex, she was just so disappointed, and when she was done being disappointed, she was mad, and she just stayed that way. She’d nag, yell, baby me, she tried everything but it only made it worse. She threatened to leave so many times, but I guess it never really seemed...real. Until she did. She took Gabi from me and left. Gabi was only six months old. Filed for sole custody and told the courts all about my drug use and how I didn’t have a job. I was barely allowed to see her and I just got even worse. Up for days, sleep for days, not eating or drinking. It was bad.”

“Fuck...Frankie, how did you get sober?”

“Will. He came over and read me the riot act, got me up and made me go to rehab. I knew it was my last shot. I was in too deep this time and couldn’t do it myself. And I wanted it done for good, for Gabi. I didn’t fuck around. Went in there for three months and then I got out and started going to NA every day. Haven’t touched it again, told myself it wasn’t an option anymore. I needed to get Gabi back. I needed to be good, for her, and I guess for me too. Will knew a guy who worked at the airport so I got a good job there, I got a fucking amazing lawyer too and when I’d been sober for a year, I started getting visitation without supervision. But I wanted more, so we pushed and got joint custody. That’s when I hired you.”

You hum and sit up a little, moving to lay your head on his soft tummy so you can look at him easier. He looks down at you and smiles softly, exhaling a slow sigh as he trails his fingers along your hair. “Sorry. That was long.”

You shake your head. “No, thank you for telling me. It makes me feel good that you trust me with all of this. So...why is Lex still so angry with you? You’d think she’d be happy you were sober again.”

He sighs. “I don’t know. She just...whenever I’m around her she is just so bitter, so resentful and it always makes me feel bad. She always assumes I’m gonna fuck up, never trusts me with anything anymore. It feels like she purposely wants to trip me up. I don’t...I don’t need that. That doesn’t help me. At first I thought I could win her back, but that was fucked. She’d found someone else and now they’re happily married I guess.”

“That sounds like it was really hurtful.”

“It was for a while, not so much anymore. Mostly now I just can’t stand the attitude. And she makes me feel guilty because she hates me for ruining her life.”

The two of you fall quiet for a few moments. A thought keeps prickling in the back of your head, something familiar. You struggle to grasp it, searching through your thoughts and memories like when you’re trying to find a small passage in a massive textbook. His fingers are absently trailing along your hairline, something your ex used to do when he wanted to calm you down. And then, suddenly, you have it.

You sit up abruptly and cross your legs, looking down at him. “Yea, she is mad. She’s mad and sad, and resentful, but mostly, she feels like shit about herself.”

He furrows his brow. “What?”

“Yea, see, she thought she was able to fix you before, and that changed. She suddenly wasn’t enough anymore. I'm sure there’s a lot of feelings tied up in that. Anger, resentment, hurt, jealousy that you’re doing it now on your own. It makes sense.”

He sits up straighter too. “Holy shit.”

“Yea and she became so desperate that she became controlling and that made it worse for you, and pushed her until she couldn’t take it anymore and now she’s stuck in that mode because that’s where she was last with you. It all makes sense!”

He grimaces, face pinching as if the pull of his muscles could draw his thoughts together as well. “But...but I did get better...eventually. If she’d just stayed a little longer…” He trails off.

“It sounds like the situation was just affecting her too much. And that’s the thing, she wasn’t going to be able to fix you. It was you. You were. And maybe you needed her to be away to do that.”

“Yea, Will always tells me she’s not able to support me anymore.”

“No. And if she’d stayed maybe you never would have gotten better. There’s no way to tell. So you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it.”

His nod is so subtle you might have missed it, just barely bobbing his head. You’re struck by how at ease and open he looks, his eyes hooded but still so wide, and you revel in the thought that this man has let down his walls so much with you. It makes you want to do the same in return. You feel your heart rate picking up at the thought of what you’re about to say.

“I get it...because....it’s happened to me.”

He raises his eyebrows, leaning forward and crossing his legs, propping himself up on his hands with his elbows on his knees.

“I’m a fixer too. I see someone upset, see a problem and I want to fix it. It’s gotten me in a lot of trouble romantically. I find someone who’s sad and broken and get overly invested in them, try to fix them, and then when it eventually isn’t enough it absolutely devastates me.”

Frankie swallows, panic rising in his chest at the immediate implications of your confession. Shit. Am I the same? Is she just into me because she wants to fix me? His heart starts racing again, completely unbidden, and he struggles to keep himself calm as you finish.

You can feel yourself shaking, the fear and anxiety at finally sharing this part of you that’s been buried for so long with someone you were falling for and didn’t want to scare away. But you force yourself to continue. He shared with you. You felt you owe him some transparency back.

“My last boyfriend, I was so fucking in love with him. And I helped for a while, but then...I couldn’t. He was just unable to overcome his issues and it ended up getting really toxic for me. I got too emotionally invested in his mental status. But I couldn’t leave, I wouldn’t. I was convinced I could still save him, if I just loved him hard enough, even if it broke me in the process. But I couldn’t, we drifted further and further away from each other, arguing more and more and he ended up breaking up with me anyways. But...I honestly thought he was the love of my life. I was fucking devastated. It took me a long time to recover. And it wasn’t the first person that this happened with.”

You pause, noticing he’s staring at you with wide, panicked eyes, so you hurry to finish. “I told myself that I needed to be alone for a while, and I was. I said before to you that I probably could use some therapy, and I spoke from experience. I did therapy and some personal reflection and took care of myself. And now I realize what I was doing and I’m not doing it again. But I can say from my own history, you can’t fix someone. Not with love. Not with threats. A person can only fix themselves, for themselves.”

Frankie doesn’t know what to think, too many thoughts are swirling around in his head, jumbling everything you’ve said and only focusing and emphasizing the bad parts. The parts that might affect him. The parts that he already questions about himself already. He slows his breathing, trying to regain control of himself.

“What about me? I’m broken.” He mutters.

You roll your eyes. “Frankie, you’re not broken.”

He scoffs. “I’m a little broken.”

You grab his face and make him look at you. “Frankie. The point I’m trying to make is that you have to fix yourself. No one can do it for you. And you have, you’ve been doing that. I met you after you already did that work. I’m just...reaping the benefits.” You chuckle, and he smiles, relief at the small break in tension.

“You don’t need me,” You continue. “You don’t rely on me, and I am not doing anything to do it for you. I like you for you, and I liked you before I knew anything. Please believe that. I don’t do that anymore. I just...wanted you to know because it’s my past, cause you shared yours with me.”

He nods, focusing on the words coming from your mouth and not the negative thoughts in his head. You trusted him. You shared something deep about yourself with him. It’s been so long since he’s been trusted so implicitly, and suddenly the meaning of it overwhelms him with affection and he surges forward to kiss your lips with a force that almost winds you, practically sucking your lips into his mouth with its veracity. When you finally part with heavy breaths, he pulls you back down with him with a sigh. You reach up and cup his face with your hand, sliding your thumb along the muscles of his jaw.

“Jesus Frankie, your jaw muscles are hard as a rock! Does it hurt?”

He grunts and shrugs, and you move off him and push at his shoulder. “Turn around.”

He rolls so he’s on his side facing away from you, and you lay behind him with enough distance to start rubbing your fingers around the muscles of the back of his neck, slowly working out the tension and crunchy knots as you move towards his jaw.

“Mmph...that feels good.”

You kiss the center of his strong back right between the shoulderblades, trailing your nose up and down his spine. He hums and you can feel his muscles melt down, the stiffness of his frame settling and releasing into the mattress.

After a long while you stop, he turns around to face you. You wrap your arms around his waist and curl your body into his as much as you can. He puts his chin on top of your head and threads his fingers into your scalp, curling his palm around the curve of your head.

“Thank you. I owe you one.” He slurs sleepily without thinking about it.

“Hmmm.” You smirk, even though he can’t see it. “I’ll think of a way to collect.”

Frankie groans softly. “It’s not going to be a massage, is it?”

“Nope.”

“I’m not going.”

You just laugh, nuzzling into his chest as the two of you fall asleep.

Frankie wakes before you, eyes jolting open for no discernable reason until he feels the tingling flutters in his chest. The room is dark except for the lamp on the nightstand he’d forgotten to turn off, the windows still dark enough he knew it was not yet morning.

He rolls onto his back and rubs his eyes, stretching his tight muscles as he realizes he’s still fully dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. The two of you had dislodged at some point, you were a couple feet away, facing him with your arms slightly stretched out in front of you. You looked peaceful.

He’s envious of it, but now that he’s awake, he can’t help but think about what the two of you had talked about, unable to settle down and go back to sleep.

I find someone who’s sad and broken and get overly invested in them.

I try to fix them.

When it eventually isn’t enough it absolutely devastates me.

And fuck, he can’t help but wonder if you are doing it again, despite your protestations. He is a mess, a broken mess who can’t help but ruin everything despite how hard he tries, he knows that, and he wonders if you sensed that and were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His heart clenches in his chest at the thought that he was just satisfying a fixation for you, that your involvement and attraction to him might be based on something deeply rooted and potentially harmful. It fucking hurts. And it scares the shit out of him.

He winces and runs his fingers through his hair, rubbing his forehead as his hand returns to his side, exhaling a heavy sigh.

Stop. Just...stop.

He can’t think this way. He knows he can’t. He’s been taught and taught not to allow thoughts like these to overwhelm his logic. He takes another deep centering breath and turns on his side to look at you, look at your face, at the way you almost could be reaching for him, and reminds himself what else you said.

I realize what I was doing and I’m not doing it again.

You have to fix yourself. And you have, you’ve been doing that. I met you after...

You don’t need me. You don’t rely on me.

“But I do need you…” He chuckles softly, reaching out to tuck a stray chunk of hair behind your ear. Your brows pinch together slightly and your head shifts slightly towards his hand, as if you can feel him through your haze of sleep. He marvels at how you’re always so responsive to him, always in tune with him even if you aren’t aware of it.

No. There is a connection here. And it’s more than just some sort of complex. You haven’t helped him do anything. You’ve just been there...supporting him. Never pushing, never controlling. Just a caring ray of light at his side that just exists there. That wants to exist with him.

But maybe both are true. And if they are, and he ruins it, then what?

He will devastate you.

And suddenly, he needs. He just needs, possessively and desperately, to know that you're irrefutably his, at least for now. He needs to know and feel that he’s yours. He needs you to wake up, he needs to distract himself, he needs you to push these thoughts away because if he thinks about it, if he just sits here and thinks about how deeply he’s falling for you and the fact that everything, everything in his life he manages to screw up, he will fucking lose it.

“Baby…” He whispers, caressing his thumb against your temple. “Hey...wake up.” He moves his hand to your shoulder, nudging you gently, your eyes cracking open to his hazy silhouette in the dim light.

“Frankie…” You mumble, smiling sleepily. He pulls his hand away and you turn and stretch. “Shit. Did we fall asleep?”

“Yea.”

He reaches out again, cupping the back of your neck as he shuffles his body to yours. You meet him at the mouth, slanting your lips against his briefly when he’s close enough. Before you can pull away completely, he’s kissing you again, soft little pecks intermittently interrupted by lip sucking kisses as if he hoped to inhale you, eventually rolling you so you’re on your back, his weight firmly pressed between your thighs. He’s breathing slow but heavy, his eyes darting between yours with such a blatant intensity you struggle not to look away at the rawness of it.

He kisses you again, nibbles your lower lip and wets his tongue against it before letting it go, and you tilt your head to meet his kiss more, reciprocating by sliding your tongue into his mouth. He whimpers, a sound so filled with desperation and longing you can’t help but cant you hips into his despite your grogginess. He’s already wanting, pressing insistently against your jean covered groin.

“Need you.” He pants in between kisses. And how can you resist when he sounds like that? His hips move rhythmically against yours, a slow rocking back and forth and you respond to his plea by pushing his soft cotton shirt over his waist, trailing your fingers along his ribs as and up around his nipples as he pulls it off. He shivers under your touch, fumbling with the button of your jeans, struggling to open them in his shaking fingers. You push him off, settling him on his back as you stand and remove your jeans, shirt, and bra, crawling up to him and straddling his hips to do the same for his own jeans. His eyes are large, round, eyebrows tilting up, almost looking like a begging puppy. Begging for a pet, begging for praise, begging for your love. He closes his eyes and sighs as you pull his pants and boxers off, his need for you standing proudly for your attention.

You clamber back over him, cupping his face with your hands and kiss him deeply. He whimpers again, fucking raw and slightly unhinged as you feel his cock brush against the fabric of your panties. You can feel his pre-cum wetting a patch against the cotton. He raises his hands and plays with the seam of them at your waist but pauses there, as if waiting for your permission. He’s quiet, so very quiet, more than he usually is when the two of you fuck each other.

“Cat,” You whisper, stroking your thumbs under his eyes and across his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

“I just need to feel you.” He pulls your hips down on him, moaning softly. “Fuck me, please.”

You stand and shuck off your underwear before swinging your leg and settling back over him, your folds sliding against the rigid line of his cock. You gyrate against him, watching his expressions shift and morph as he chases the feeling, letting you have complete control over his pleasure. It’s...intoxicating. You finally lift up enough to grab his length and tease it through your wetness, smearing it around even more before slipping him into you and sheathing him completely inside you, the perfect stretch of him making you gasp as you sink down flush with his hips. You both moan together and he reaches for your hips with his hands, but you grab them and push them back down at his sides. Something about his neediness stirs you, and you just want to give, Want him to just take.

“You want me to fuck you?” You murmur. “Then let me fuck you..”

“Fucccckkk.” He groans, tossing his neck back, the chords of muscles and tendons heaving out as he swallows roughly. You start moving and he wriggles under your hands but you push them down harder.

“You need me?” You husk as you begin moving slowly, rolling your hips against his. “Let me give you me, how I want. You just take. Let me take care of you. You always take care of me, let me take care of you.” He keens under your words, it’s so fucking beautiful hearing him at your mercy. It makes you feel powerful, like his fucking goddess. He strains against you again on impulse, lifting his hips to try and grind into you, his tummy puffing out with heavy, lust filled breaths.

“Be good Frankie.” You take his hands and pull them over his head, pressing down into him as your chest brushes his. You can feel his forearms flexing under you as he resists straining against you to try and reach up to cup your breasts as your chests touch. He growls as you roll your hips, languidly building up to move faster and faster, periodically grinding down onto him and sending him so deep inside you your eyes roll back in your head. The hair above his cock creates the perfect friction for you to graze and slide against, and you feel yourself climbing, climbing so close to where you need to be, the sound of him muttering sporadically under his breath and his balls slapping the lips of your pussy each time you roll back spurring you on.

“Jesus Christ...you’re so fucking beautiful...feel so fucking good around me...” He cuts himself off with a loud groan as impale yourself with a particularly sharp thrust, your thighs trembling because you’re still just waking up and you’re already so close.. So fucking close at how he’s wriggling under you, the way he’s baring his teeth, the ways his eyes are shut so tight they are only small little half moons, the way your nipples are rubbing against his chest, the way every muscle in his body is taut as a drum to keep from touching you and letting you ride him to oblivion, the way he’s whimpering under you and FUCK you’re there, you push up and slam your pussy down onto him as you cum, swiveling your hips enough for his groin to press into your clit while the pleasure shockwaves through you. You slam your eyes shut as colors pop behind your eyelids, crying out as you gush around him.

You almost collapse onto him from the effort, but force yourself not to because you want to give him what he needs, give him yourself without having to work for it, so he can just feel you and release. You sit back up and bounce on him, sliding him almost entirely out of you then falling back down, your palms spread open on his chest as you ride him. His heartbeat is racing and you can feel a sheen of sweat gathering under your palms that you’re not sure is his or yours. You can feel yourself tiring and you push not to slow down, leaning forward slightly on your hands to help with your momentum.

And he's being so good, his hands clenched into fists at his sides like you asked him to and his begs and pleas give you the strength you need to slide him into you just right, clenching around the drag of his cock.

“Shit - don’t stop baby, just like that…”

And you don’t. You lift and fall harder, faster, panting with effort at how good he feels as he looks into your eyes. Your mouth is gaping open in pleasure and your brows screwing upwards and he stiffens, throwing his head back into the pillow, practically shouting out your name as you feel him spurt inside you, his hips gaining their own autonomy and pushing up into you as he cums and cums inside your heat.

You coo and praise him as he comes back to himself, pulling you to him to rest your forehead on his, your noses touching, your lips a hair’s breadth away as you breathe into each other.

“Fuck...that was…” He can’t even finish the sentence he’s so fucked out, and he huffs a laugh as you slip off him and collapse to his side. He wraps his arms around you, cradling you into him as if could absorb you into him, like he can’t bear to separate an inch from your warmth and your love. Because that’s what you tried to give him, your love, so he can feel it and know even if you can’t say it yet.

I’m in love with you.

Frankie chugs his drink. The music around him is thrumming to a level that is annoying, the bluish hue of the club seems to be vibrating and pulsating off the walls as it ebbs and flows with the lights. He hates it.

He’d walked right into it and he’d almost laugh if he wasn’t so irritated. Santiago, Benny, Dali, and you had been trying to talk him and Will to go out dancing for weeks, and after Will had finally given in, Frankie was the last stronghold. Which crumbled the other night when he’d stupidly told you “I owe you one.” God dammit. You sure knew how to capitalize. He wouldn’t forget it again.

But maybe he needs to fucking loosen up. He’s surrounded by his friends, and everyone else is laughing and having a good time. The club is a new find of Santiago’s, finally taking the time to explore the neighborhood of his new place. He supposes it’s nice, an ocean inspired fusion club that he would never step into himself.

You’ve been gone for some time, so he sweeps his eyes across the long line of the bar to find you. After Santiago and Benny had supplied the first two rounds, you’d demanded the next round was on you. He finally finds you, the shimmer of your champagne colored top reflecting the blue lights to make you look almost bioluminescent as you assert your place in line at the bar, immediately tensing when he sees what’s going on. Two men are talking to you as the bartender prepares the tray with everyone’s orders, and you’re waving your hands around frantically, your mouth opening widely to yell at them over the music. You look uncomfortable.

Motherfuckers. You’re getting hit on, he can see it in the way one of the men moves close to you and has the gall to place his hand on your hip and whisper in your ear. Frankie’s almost halfway across the table when he sees you pushing the stranger back, motioning over to the table and sweeping your arm in a circular motion while shaking your head. He wonders if he should just go over there anyway, but before he can move, the two men back off. The bartender finishes and he moves around the bar to escort you back to your table to serve everyone their drinks.

You scoot into the booth next to Frankie and kiss him on the cheek. “Hey baby.”

He grunts and tips his head back towards the bar. “What was all that?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, just some assholes who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Need us to go beat the shit out of them?” Benny says enthusiastically. Frankie chuckles, pulling you in by the waist tighter to him.

“Nah, I took care of it. They only spoke Spanish but I think I was pretty clear. Might have insinuated to them all of you loved me and were my boyfriends though, to get them to back off.”

Santiago perks up. “All of us? That’s hot. You know I’d be your extra boyfriend any time, Gorgeous.” He wiggles his eyebrows. You laugh and roll your eyes.

Frankie sighs and rubs his face with his palm. “Now you’ve started it.”

“Started what?”

“Frankie never likes to share.” Santiago whines teasingly.

“Shut the fuck up, I share everything with you guys, just not my girlfriend.”

You make eye contact with Dali, who is struggling not to laugh.

“Well she just said we were all her boyfriends!” Benny chimes in.

“To random men whose attention I don’t want, yea. I only have eyes for my Frankie. But you can all be my platonic boyfriends.” You bat your eyelashes then look over at Dali, making sure she’s okay you are including Will in this.

Will laughs and slaps Benny in the chest. “We know darlin’, we’re just messin’ with ya.”

“I wasn’t.” Pope grumbles.

“Shutup Pope. Now who’s dancing?!” You look over at Frankie pointedly and he puts his hands up.

“No. Absolutely not. You’re gonna have to ask one of your ‘other boyfriends’.”

You glare at him. “You dance at home with me and Gabi all the time.”

“Yea...but that’s in private.”

Santiago almost trips over himself to get up. “I got you.”

He grabs your hand and moves to the dance floor, Benny following closely behind yelling, “Fine, but I get next song.”

“Babe, you coming?” Dali turns to Will.

“Not much of a dancer either Sunshine, you go and have fun with Benny.” She leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek before following the rest of the group.

{Blinding Lights by The Weeknd & Rosalia}

The song shifts to one you’re well familiar with as you weave into the crowd behind Santiago.

“Ooooo, I love this one!” You’re thrown for a loop for a second when the lyrics come in with a female voice. “Oh nevermind, I haven’t heard this version!” You freeze momentarily until Santiago grabs your wrists, slowly starting to move his hips in a step you’re not familiar with.

“I don’t know how to do this dance!” You yell to him over the blaring music. From the corner of your eye, you can see Dali and Benny are dancing together. Benny is...a terrible dancer, but it loosens you up as you focus on Santiago.

“It’s called bachata!” Santiago yells over the thrum of the bass. “Here I’ll show you.” You patiently watch, swaying with the music as you memorize the footwork, eventually joining him in swirling your hips. He takes your hands, moving faster as you become more comfortable, and quickly you’re dancing in earnest, twirling around and laughing with him.

Frankie can’t help but smile. It stings a little that he isn’t the one dancing with you, Santiago is an incredibly touchy and flirty person even when he’s not dancing. And when he is...well. But Frankie knows he’s not the best, and he can’t begrudge you having fun with his friends. Dancing with a two and a half year old around his living room alone is completely different than doing it in front of tons of people he doesn’t know, all who dance better than him. Even Benny. But despite all their joking and teasing, he trusts you with his friends.

You’re a quick learner, he knew you would be, and within a minute you are keeping up with Santiago almost effortlessly, pressed hip to hip as you clear a wide berth around you. Frankie laughs as you shriek out happily when Santiago abruptly twirls you too hard and you almost fall over, flinging your arms around his neck and collapsing forward into his chest in laughter. He pulls you closer, hands just skimming your waist as you move together, your hips swirling dramatically in a way that has Frankie adjusting himself in his jeans.

{Heart to Break by Kim Petras}

The song ends and melts into the next and you release Santiago, panting with the exhilaration of dancing with him. You nudge Dali and trade partners, she slips into Santiago’s form much easier than you and you can’t help but become transfixed with the way she moves her body so effortlessly.

Dancing with Benny is, like anything else with him, filled with boundless energy, confidence, and without a care in the world. He dances like a chicken who thinks he’s a swan, not caring how anyone is looking at him or how he looks, and you can’t help but be swept up in it as he pulls you against him, gripping you around your ribs as you move with him.

You’re singing the lyrics, breathing heavily as you bounce to the chorus, spinning around enough that you see Frankie watching you out of the corner of your eye with a wide grin. You bite your lip as he watches, dancing in front of Benny with his arms hovering over your waist, feeling the music and the lyrics as you sing them.

This song is fucking terrible, Frankie thinks as he watches you, but his music lover’s heart can’t help but hone in on the lyrics you’re lipsyncing from your panting mouth, and he feels his heart twinge in his chest, a tight coil of irrational fear unraveling into a mass much bigger.

Even if it means that I'll never put myself back together

Gonna give you my heart to break

Even if I'll end up in shatters, baby it doesn't matter

Gonna give you my heart to break

I tried to fight, but I can't help it

Don't care if this is my worst mistake

'Cause no one else could do it better

That's why I give you my heart to break

He swallows hard and looks away. Stop. It’s just a song. Just a fucking song, you idiot.

He turns to Will for distraction. “So things are going good with you and Dali?”

Will nods. “Yea man, I mean, I don’t want to get ahead of myself but...she’s...she’s perfect. Didn’t think there’d be anyone who could deal with my shit.”

“Me either.”

“You ever scared? That you’ll fuck it up?”

Frankie heaves a sigh. “Constantly. Lately...it’s all I think about.”

Will hums and wipes his fingertips down his goatee, the pounding of the music all but silencing the sound. “The only advice I can offer is what I keep saying to myself. Try not to focus on it, because then you’ll psych yourself out.”

“Yea. Sometimes it seems too good to be true with how well she gets along with everyone, Dali too. Hard to believe I just...am allowed to be this happy.”

{Del Mar by Ozuna, Sia, & Doja Cat}

Will nods, taking a sip of his drink and the two of them look back up to where the rest of the group is. The song had changed without him even noticing. Santiago seems to have taken the opportunity to go to the bar to get more drinks for everyone and you’re chatting in Dali’s ear. As the tempo picks up, she reaches to your hip and draws you up against her, rolling her hips against yours.

You close your eyes and wrap your arms around her neck, sliding your thigh between hers as you gyrate together like ocean waves. You lick your lips and she winks, moving her hips with yours as she suddenly turns around and lightly grinds her ass against you, the scent of her hair blooming deliciously in your nose as you dance together. Your lips are so close to her neck.

“Oh...shit.” Frankie looks back at Will with wide eyes before following his gaze to you and Dali dancing against each other. Benny is staring at you two with an open mouth, eyes sparkling with absolute glee as he points dramatically trying to get his friends’ attention.. Frankie can’t help the way his cock twitches at the way you're dancing with her. Fuck. It’s hot.

“I better go in there and steal my girl back, or Flower’s gonna take her from me.” Will laughs as he stands, pushing into the crowd and meeting you and Dali. He slides his arm around her waist and Frankie sees you all smiling and laughing as he whirls Dali away. You look over at Frankie, motioning him over. He shakes his head, looking away to avoid your sharp gaze but you roll your eyes and exit the floor, swaying your hips as you approach the table.

“You’re dancing with me. Come on.” You order, grabbing Frankie’s hand and pulling him as you move to the beat, dragging him behind you into the crowd. You swing him by your arm so he’s in front of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you begin moving your hips to the music again.

He clears his throat, affected by the way you’re moving against him. “I’m - not a good dancer.”

You giggle. “I don’t care. You’re my man and I want to dance with you.” You grab his hips and move him in time with you. Despite his protestations, he does catch the rhythm quickly and he pulls you closer, his hands resting on the small of your back right above your ass.

He hums, comforted by your words. “What was that with you and Dali.”

You shrug. “Just dancing.”

‘I hope you don’t dance with anyone else like that.”

You push back on his chest a little, an incredulous look on your face. “Cat...are you jealous?”

“No!” He shoots back, a little too forcefully to be believed. He grimaces at the Freudian slip.

“Awwwww Cat...” You coo. “Is that what’s been going on with you lately? Why you’re all needy lately?”

“I’m not needy.” He huffs. “I just...well, alright fine. You just looked into her.” He pulls you closer, allowing you to feel his possessiveness in both his arms and between his legs.

“Frankie.” You soothe, wrapping your arms back around his neck and looking in his eyes. “She’s hot, but she’s my friend, nothing more. We were just dancing.”

“Do you...like women?” He asks.

“I do. But I only want you. I don’t want you doubting it any more. Please.” You can feel his heavy shudder of breath, hopefully a release of relief as he tilts your chin up for a kiss.

“All the people in the world to choose from then, and you pick me.”

“Yea. I pick you. You’re mine. And I’m yours. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You kiss him again and deepen it, sliding your tongue into his mouth to tangle with his own. You feel him moan and you swallow it down, only breaking the kiss and turning in his arms, rubbing back against him as the song swells in it’s climax. You can feel him against your ass, hard and insistent, as well as the warmth gathering in your belly as you continue to grind against him, the jut of his stupid belt buckle against the small of your back somehow only making your lust build more.

I love the way that you smile

I love the way that you smell

I love the faces you make when you storytell

I love the way that you are

I love the things that you do

The things that you do when you think I ain't watchin' you

“I have to admit watching you and Dali was fucking sexy.” He rumbles in your ear with a groan as you press against him more.

“MMmmmm yea? I knew you were watching. Will came running.” You giggle.

He places his hands on your hips and pulls you right up against him, you’re curved over and practically humping each other on the floor instead of dancing at this point. “Trying to make me jealous? You better stop.”

“Or what.” You tease, bending forward a bit to really give it to him, following the course as the song melds into a new one with higher tempo.

{Physical by Dua Lipa}

“Fuck.” He growls. “Or this.” He grabs your wrist and tugs you off the dance floor quickly, shifting through the crowd until he reaches the bathroom hallway where he pushes you up against it and crashes into your mouth. He wedges his thigh in between yours and you wriggle against him, moaning at the friction against where you’re already wet for him. “Or I will fuck you right here in this club.”

He pulls away and stares at you, his forearms caging you against the wall. You stare right back, quirking your lips as you slowly, deliberately, start grinding yourself against his thigh, moaning lewdly and loudly in full view of anyone who were to walk down the hallway.

“Jesus….yea? You want me to fuck you here?” You whine at his tone, biting your lip and nodding, and he wastes no time in taking you to one of the one-person bathroom doors, tugging on it and cursing when he finds it locked and in use. You can only laugh at his growing frustration as he tries the second one, also locked, before he curses in Spanish and pulls you out the backdoor, through the club patio to the parking lot.

“Frankie!” You gasp breathlessly, “Where are we going?”

He doesn’t answer, looking around and spotting a rectangular curling staircase jutting out of the back of the building next to the club, and he tugs you to it and pulls you into the shelter of the structure, gently pushing you back against the brick wall and kissing you ravenously. It’s drizzling very lightly, but you don’t care as you thrust your tongue into his mouth and resume rubbing against his front in desperation.

“What is it with you and doing it in public?” You laugh, inhaling sharply as he roughly flips you around so you're facing the wall and pulling your mini skirt up over your hips. You brace your palms against the side of the building, looking to see if you could be visible from behind the staircase to anyone that were to come out onto the club patio. You weren’t.

“I dunno.” He gruffs as he pulls your thong to the side and trails his finger through your pussy. “I think - fuck baby, you’re so wet - I think you just drive me crazy.” He crowds you up against the wall more as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them against the spot that he knows drives you wild, slipping two fingers of his other hand into your mouth to keep you quiet. You whimper against his fingers, twirling your tongue around the digits as he continues pumping his other fingers inside of your heat.

“Gotta be quiet for me baby. Can you do that? Be a good girl and keep quiet? Don’t want anyone to catch us.” You feel like you might faint, your knees buckling as he pulls his fingers out of you, but he steadies you with his hands on your hips as he kneels, he fucking kneels on the wet pavement, pulls your panties to the side and absolutely buries his face in your pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You cry, yelping once more as he gently swats you on your ass as he nuzzles his face into your folds. “Sorry….” You whimper.

He pulls away. “If you aren’t good, I’ll stop.”

“No! I’ll be quiet! Please don’t stop!” You whisper, wiggling your hips back as you lean forward against the wall, desperately seeking his mouth. He chuckles darkly and pats you on the ass a few more times, each stinging a bit more before pulling you back to his mouth, lathing his tongue back and forth and around your entire slit, his hooked nose practically entering you as he pushes harder into you. He’s moaning against you, the sound is vibrating and joining the pounding rhythm that can still be heard outside the club. He takes one hand off your hips and wraps his arm around you as he all but pinches your clit over and over until you're quivering right on the edge, whimpering his name softly and he pulls away. That asshole pulls away from you completely and you almost sob at the loss, pressing your face on your hands against the wet brick wall.

“No….please…” You mewl.

You can hear him fiddling with his buckle and you perk up, pushing your ass at him as you feel him drop his pants, the fabric of them ghosting across your thighs as they fall to the ground. He pulls back and pushes on your back so you’re angled more for him and starts rubbing his cock along your sopping wet pussy. You try to push against him but he holds you tight.

“I wanna hear you say it again.”

“Wha?” You’re barely present, your mind is barely functioning beyond the ability to form any speech, all you know is you need him, and you need him now. Nothing else matters. Not the rain, not if you get caught, not even if he’d wanted to fuck you right in the club.

“Tell me again...that you’re mine.” He snarls, pushing forward just enough for the head of his cock to enter you.

“Oh fuckkkk. I’m yours. Cat - I’m yours please I’m yours please just fuck me.”

He pulls you up against his chest, tilting your head to the side as he kisses you sloppily, your tongues molding together as much as they can at this angle. It’s messy and the kiss barely lands, but you hardly care because that is when he enters you, and you cry out against his mouth before falling back forward to the wall for support as he starts a brutal pace.

He’s practically pummeling into you and you’re doing everything you can not to collapse or make too much noise, but the sound of his cock entering you sounds like it’s bouncing off all the buildings, and you can’t help but moan at the vulgarity of it.

“Fuck baby...shit.” He grunts as he reaches up and pulls the top of your dress down to expose your tits, your nipples hardening in the wet air as he reaches to pinch and pull at them with one hand. You’re about to cum, you’re literally about to cum when suddenly you hear the click of the door lever from somewhere outside of your consciousness and Frankie slams to a halt.

“Fish?” It’s Santiago. Fuck it’s always Santiago isn’t it, but instead of stopping and waiting, Frankie starts moving again, quietly sliding you up and down his cock as you press your mouth over the crook of your elbow. You know he’s smirking, you just fucking know it, almost daring you to blow your cover.

You hear the door click again. “They out here?” Will.

“No. I don’t think so. Maybe they went out front.” You hear the door click a final time, not daring to uncover your mouth until the silence permeates the back of the buildings again and Frankie starts picking up his pace once more, his belt buckle rattling and his harsh pants tickling the back of your neck.

“Almost got caught there,” He whispers, “But you were a good girl, huh? So quiet. So good for me. Don’t want them to see you right? See me fucking you like this?” He’s rambling at this point and you’re too far gone to care what he’s saying, it just feels good and hot and so fucking dirty, the way he can pull things out of you that you didn’t even know where there. “You like this? Me fucking you in the fucking street honey?”

You keen and tense, your thighs trembling as his own thumps against them, the pressure he pulled you from building and building again until you’re back on that edge, your quiet whimpers reduced to sharp, quick, haggard pants. He feels you’re close and returns his hand to your clit, pinching and circling it a few more times as you slap your hand on the brick wall.

“One more time baby. Come on. Tell me again.”

You keen sharply, gasping out in delirium whatever he needs to hear. “I’m - I’m yours.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Fuck - FUCK! It’s yours!” You cry, jolting up a little as you cum, your juices swelling around him as you shudder in his arms.

“That’s it baby, that’s it, cum on me. Cum around my cock in the street you filthy fucking girl. Jesus, fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He groans as you sag back into him a bit, your arms sliding down the wet wall. He wraps his arms around you, one at your sternum and one around your hips as he supports you through the afterwaves of your orgasm, mouthing and nibbling at your shoulder in what you know will make a mark.

You can feel he’s losing his rhythm, his breaths coming out now in whimpers of his own, and you turn your head as much as you can with the way he’s holding you. “Cat...cum for me. Cum for me baby.” He gasps, pounding into you faster and faster, irregular and disjointed, and right as he tenses, right as you know he’s about to cum, you reach back and grab the hairs on the nape of his neck, pulling gently. “Cum in me and I’ll leave it there and walk around with you dripping from me.”

He cries out, shooting his frame up and thrusting into you three, four more times as you feel him bursting inside you, rope after rope of his cum inside your walls. You moan at the sensation, he shudders and drops his head back on your shoulder, gripping your hip hard as you both regain your breath together.

Everything filters back to your senses slowly. The feeling of Frankie’s tummy inhaling and exhaling against your back, the sound of the soft rain drizzling around you, the faint rhythm of whatever is playing in the club, cars rolling over the pavement in the street beyond, and Frankie murmuring sweet gibberish against you as you shift.

He pulls out of you, you can feel your mingled cum sliding down your inner thighs. You know he’s looking and he hums in pleasure at the sight. You pull your top back up to cover your chest, leaning back against him as he fixes your underwear and shifts your skirt back over your hips.

“Babe.” He giggles. He actually giggles and you can’t help but laugh too at the absurdness of your commingled lust. “I gotta pull my pants up but I can’t with you falling over on me.”

You’re cackling hysterically now, turning around and leaning against the cold brick as Frankie pulls up his boxer and jeans, reassembling his belt in between gasping laughter.

“We’re fucking ridiculous, this is ridiculous!” He smothers your laugh with a kiss, the curves of your lips still in a smile as you separate and continue to giggle against each other's parted mouths.

“Yea we fucking are...but we better get inside before they come out here and it gets even more ridiculous.” You nod and peck him a few more short kisses before checking each other one more time and slinking to the back door of the club.

{Hillside Boys by Kim Petras}

“Where the fuck have you been?” Santiago snaps as you rejoin the group at the table. “We were worried you all got mugged or something!”

“Uhhh bathroom.”

“Truck. Went to get something from my truck.” You both say at the same time, not slick at all.

“Why are you both all wet?” Dali interjects, smirking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Uhhhhhh.”

“Alright, we were fucking, okay? Let's just go dance.” Frankie grabs your hand and pulls you back out to the dance floor, and the rest follow, laughing and catcalling as you go. You stick your tongue out at them as Frankie pulls you to him again, moving much more comfortably then before. The song switches again and you back up, getting the okay from Dali before grabbing Will’s hands and dancing with him. You can barely hear each other chattering to one another as the music continues to blare, but you don’t care. You’re happy, you’re surrounded by your best friends and your man. You turn away from Will and wrap your arms around Frankie’s waist, smiling up at him.

“You’re mine too.” You mouth.

He wants to say more. He wants to say, I’m fucking falling in love with you, you perfect, perfect girl, but something stops him, it’s not the right time, not the right place. But he feels secure enough to know now, soon. So for now, instead, he says: “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

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Yaoi/Manga I’m reading/have read. Please support the artists on official websites. If you have recs or want to chat about any of these get in my messages right the fuck now my dudes. Also spoilers, also this probably doesn’t make sense to anyone but me, also I think I’m funny sorry in advance.

Dangerous Convenience Store

Tags: Ongoing, self aware lead for the most part, gangs, smut, love triangle, possessive, not rapey, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, college, age gap, good art, muscular bodies, seme is adorable/romantic in sp chapters, sexual awakening, meeting the gang (in two ways!), FAINTS OF CUTENESS/HOTNESS, the memes after every chapter got me gagged, HAHE hahahahahahahahahaha, OMG DO I GET SOME CNC?! (update: short lived), we stan a vocal man (Ahjussi), thigh fucking, my mans be like my thighs hurt fuck my ass instead DECEASED, ass smacking, these memes are so good god damnit, rimming

8/10, I live for Ahjussi (Am I spelling this wrong..)

The New Employee

-love love love

Tags: ongoing, we stan supportive boyfriends, healthy relationship, boss/employee, smut, office setting, good art, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies

Love Shuttle

Tags: completed, ABO, enemies to lovers, possessive, coworkers, fake relationship, strong omega, the art sucks but I like the story, art gets better after the 1st season, alphas eyes change colors when happy/anxious, muscular bodies, 7/10, update 10/10 art is meh but fml this storyline is basic af in the best way and it’s the fluff/smut I need, when you’re caught by the folks *cringe*

Hold Me Tight

Tags: ongoing, boss/employee, bodyguard, gio can’t feel heat until felix comes along, uke is strong af, horny bastards, smut, possessive, tragic childhood, moving in together right away, rich seme, felix in a bunny costume though *heart eyes*, dialogue is great, rape in a technical sense but the vibe is written like both characters are all good after? Ex. hospital scene…dub con, ART IS GREAT, hand holding during sex, 10/10 will re-read, muscular bodies

Yours to Claim

Tags: ongoing, love triangle, Dom/sub dynamics, smut, main is big switch energy, reincarnation, jealousy, manipulative, possessive, self aware lead for the most part, toxic af, GREAT ART, college, rich semes, 10/10 will re-read and not even finished, SONOFABITCH that cliff hanger!! Season 3 come thruuuu (I have to wait until November? *cries* BUT MAH LOVE TRIANGLE!!, I want a THROUPLE GOD DAMN IT

The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Tags: obsessed with this story, will the incense burner scenes make it?? No tags because I'll never forget this one haha wangxian 5ever, send me all fanfics/fan art you have about this story, love Dark Wangji, Jadecest, ABO/omegaverse, Bottom Wangji/Top Wei Ying, and honestly anything regarding this fandom

Bj Alex

Tags: completed, great art, 11/10 will re-read, cam boy, fanboy, seme is an asshole, uke is so sexy, jealously, rich seme, enemies to lovers kind of?, CHANWOO IS MY BOY FOR LIFE, Chanwoo MD supremacy, BDSM (like really really), fuck I love Chanwoo, college students, rich seme, emotional rollercoaster, uke soft body, mean seme, college life, that one nosy bitch ass guy trying to expose my boys needs to fuck right off, seme split/fake personality, dub con

Anti PT

Tags: ongoing, 11/10 re-readable, porn with feelings, love triangle, jealousy, attempted non-con, personal training wink wink, main love interest is actually the best, second male lead is a god damn creep, first time, smut, great art, sex addict/constantly horny uke, I WANT A HWI,

Related: https://www.anime-planet.com/manga/anti-pt/recommendations

Payback

Tags: ongoing, both are psychopaths tbh, revenge, gangs, uke sells himself to seme, violent seme, entertainment industry, brunette supremacy, what this motherfucker gonna do? hehe , great art, muscular bodies, dead dove do not eat, my mans must be GOOD looking/animal magnetism cause everyone losing their fucking minds, okay this is a comedy I’m dying, he tried to scare him with wanting to be a top but my psycho said REVERSEUNO BITCH I’M A VERSE (wait jk apparently *sigh*), anonymous masked sex (sad n’ kinky)

My Suha

Tags: ongoing, wow this gets dark, possessive af like holy shit, terrible people all around uke, rape, boss/employee, office politics/family politics, smut, characters that are punchable, dead dove do not eat, *velociraptor noises*, avoided this for a while but I’m back because nothing can be more emotionally devastating than Banana Fish, TIE HIM UP, FUCK HIS FACE ALKSJD:ASKD, FUCK SUHA UR SO HOT that dirty talk though YAS, glad I picked this back up lmao, GOD DAMN IT just when the package arrived then this red head fucker *screams*

Shame Application aka Dirty Vibration

Tags: completed, friends to lovers, model seme, cute af uke, love triangle, entertainment industry, smut, kink, all kinds of sex everywhere, realized feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, rich seme, blonde seme, big brother 1984 always watching, 10/10 would re-read, porn with plot, they were roommates!, ~straight~ seme, first times, great art, remembering some cringe but considering the story it’s par for the course

Will You Subscribe

Tags: ongoing, season 1 completed, enemies to lovers, cam boy, office politics, boss/employee, hiding a secret, public sex, stalkers/creepy men, emotionally stunted characters, mutual pining, idiots in lust, lingerie company, slut shaming, jealousy/possessiveness, season 2 bebeh, HOLDING HANDS *velociraptor noises*, LMAO okay my mans is not THAT old how tf does he not know netflix and chill, BUNNY COSTUME (quickly becoming my new fav trope in manga, A+ gang), oh we stan a good boy, wtf is wrong with wanting to do cam work, ‘I wish my marks could become permanent’ *omegaverse wink*, *works for lingerie company* *doesn’t understand where bf gets sexy costumes* like wut kind of fuckery…, cross dressing ftw, roleplay, classic BL miscommunication trope

Hyperventilation

Tags: completed, high school crush, unrequited love, mutual pining, smut, quickie (short story), class reunion, apparently furry with the extra chapter turning my man into a bunny but c'est la vie! https://myreadingmanga.info/korean-bl-animation-hyperventilation-engsub/ this is the animation of the same story, different endings but same in tone (this site is spammy AF but the English subs are so hard to find for this) 8/10

Unmei no tsugai ga omae da nante

Tags: only one bed, ABO, office setting. Coworkers, enemies to lovers, competitive, equality in the omegaverse, dubcon, real dicks and not lightsabers, fated pair, art is cute af 8/10

K’s Secret

Tags: buckle up buttercup, dead dove do not eat, angst, pining, somnophilia, dub con, non con, boss/employee, manipulative, stalking, forced relationship, tragic childhood background, weird art but gets better, uke: don’t threaten me with a good time but seriously stop threatening me, possessive & obsessive, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, wow were going full psycho stalker hm?, dating a narcissist is all fun and (mind)games, con non con… ? honestly who tf knows, domestic!, OW MY HEART, the t/n WAP note sent me, ch 51 translated by gen z, do special ep= furry? Wait there’s a maid costume, bunny costume, directors friends keeping it real, rough translations 8/10

Enthusiasm

Tags: ongoing, dead dove do not eat, uke buys seme, masc boys, muscular bodies, fight club, master/slave, rich uke, revenge, real dicks not lightsabers, rough sex, cuckholding, daddy issues, suicide, wow the end of ch 5 punched a hole in my heart, penile implant life, rough translations makes the storyline wonky, nvm back to lightsabers *star wars noises*, HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY I CAN NOT, shibari, possessive, wait this is cute *velociraptor noises*, angst, no kithes for you “bestie”, OBSESSED, honestly choke him pupper, STAY THE NIGHT ALKSDJA:SLDKJAS:LKDJA:SLDKj, problematic but I’m riding for these two,

Ichimai Goshi Fetish

Tags: completed, short, fetishes DO start in childhood don’t they *ruminates*, author: describes ML as a beautiful 2D character meanwhile: ML IS 2D character, fellas is it gay to kiss the homies?, “real dudes don’t interest me” is a MOOD, comedy, jealousy, college setting, dialogue is A+, not lightsabers but not dicks either, first time, when you’re fucked so good you think you’ve died, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4uEq5Nx6ko, hero/villain roleplay. Fluff n smut 10/10

My Purrfect Boss

Tags: completed, tooth rotting fluff because blondie is so FUCKING cute little sensitive soul, golden retriever boyfriend, pure comedy, DECEASED, MY MAN JUST DID THE SLOW BLINK, office setting, boss/employee, ~wasted~ (red dead redemption meme), FFS SO CUTE, he put a ring on it right away beyonce would be proud af, he protecc he attack but most importantly he hit it from the back, jealousy, honeymoon phase of dating, the ex is a snake (update: oh wow literally), I’m picking up abuse/PTSD vibes based on how Kang reacts to his ex :(, classic BL miscommunication plot, immediately no meme audio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XWSGfYnps) , I WILL STRAIGHT UP MURDER CHA WTF!!!!!!, gang rape, spiked with drugs that force heat, me rn:*screaming/rage*, psychotic ex/abuser, HE PROTECCC, actual relief after that scene jesus fuck, okay YES kings I see you, okay this is giving me cuteness aggression, hi yes I’d like to adopt a cat and a dog please 9/10

Following Namsoo to the Bathhouse

Tags: completed, same author as, “My Purrfect Boss”, A+ comedy once again, JUNIOR, gay awakening, “fap myself to death” DEAD, facial expressions are ridic, my minds telling me no but my body, my bodyyyy’s telling me yaaaaa, ya boy is literally losing his mind over this, actual lightsabers lmao, FLUFF, permasmile, 6969, THINKS THEY’RE GOING TO EAT RAMEN, dense gay, own your skin wtf okay hannibal calm down, everyone is officially cray, ah I also am barfy when drunk, denial really is something hm, classic BL miscommunication plot, when people pleasing too far, happy ending 🥺🥰, side story: our crazy gets his very own crazy (ashton Kutcher from spread vibes), public sex, sex sparkle 9/10

Alien in my Closet

Tags: ongoing (maybe completed but def ongoing on the site I use), not rapey at all?? You’d think it’s impossible in this medium ffs, anti pt vibes, cute art, fluff ‘n smut, red head!!, they were roomates!, sex toys, bsdm, D/s (brat)dynamic or maybe owner/pet, bondage, *tiffany hadish voice* this is noiceeee, con humiliation/degradtion, SANTA CLAUS, edging, marking, one lotus please (he’s clearly read the 4 agreements and karma sutra), con non con, exhibitionism, the wrist thing stays on people, Katoptronophilia, roleplay, is it stalking when you bring your friends?, lotus: welcome home cheater, the chin on the head thing gives me cuteness aggression, the twins are my favs, when ur crush vanilla af 😭, haesung: experiment on me daddy, no dick until halfway through/fingering supremacy, bedroom sessions has me gagged, voyeurism, wait they haven’t kissed this whole time I forgot (audio: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryley/video/6976701880277748997?lang=en), sunbae is sus, YES FINALLY A FUCKING SWITCH COUPLE AKJSDHALKSJDHASKLJDHALS KJDALKSJD (update: sort of), there’s a missed opportunity for an anal probe joke, damn it okay maybe sunbae is chill, 3 musketeers, my heart*implodes*, *velociraptor noises*, 12/10 would re-read such fluff my heart

On Doorstep

Tags: completed, age gap, reese has ptsd, jimmy going from 0 to 100, jimmy really got down on his knees at work, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) deepest part you say, real dicks, ride him like a rodeo, quickie/short story, porn with plot

Gorani Jeon

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, no alpha though, animal hybrid, art is beautiful like it's drawn on paper not a screen, 40 inch weave yours came in a pack, historical (non-modern), lord send me a sexy man pls, the memes after each chapter are golden, taking the phrase licking wounds literally, is that an eggplant or are you just happy to see me hehe, ahhh so inhibitors do exist here, vertical 69, here lays Bau fucked to death by Ran, WHY HE TOUCHING MY MAN, these chickens are dope, stomp on his dick, that’s what I call a happy meal, fucked right out the front door I’M DEAD, mpreg, i need a tiger+mountain god spin off (whoops dad/son my bad), slice of life, cute fluff 8/10

Room to room

Tags: completed, college setting, A+ dialogue, absurd size difference, unrequited love, sexsomina, dubcon, angst, death by a thousand cuts emotionally, insecurity, body envy, pining, friends to lovers, they were roommates!, homophobia, sexual assault, PTSD, gays in denial, the tattoo 🥺 ow my heart, truly this is 90% smut, “going from unrequited love to fwbs is shittier than I expected”, dowan *bad blood by t swift* when he sees garam, ch 22garam reminds me of my ex and that’s not a compliment, I’m not gay but my boyfriend is vibes, triflers need not apply, spanking, 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart hurts, is anyone getting a bit of a puppy play vibe? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vni9ZWmDXis, handcuffs, lots of head we stan, dowan’s gotta a touch of a foot thing or maybe body worship thing, asdlfgkjs ;dlkfgjsd;flkgj;sdflkgj;sdlfgjs;d/gkdf SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, roleplay. They broke the bed no use of crying over spilled milk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), side stories delivering man in uniform and sex toys AND puppy, asdlkjaslfkasdjfl;askdfjasdf the shirt thing is so hot, watersports, I take it back this is 98% smut 9/10

Mistake Lover

Tags: completed, when ur bff is back on their BS, love triangle, coworkers, i swear all these ukes look the same to me at this point (which is very cute), GE!!!! (wangxian flashbacks), wait no smut?.... Paused

Yagi to ookami no hatsujou jijou

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, literally on my reading list because a comment said “nice cock 10/10”hahahaha, animal hybrids, scifi/aliens, me during chapter one: am I a furry? No. Am I? Relevant audio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJNIqvDfoo, hotties when human GOD DAMN, bi king, okay I stan this girl changing gears take your opportunities honey!, does blondie have a tinder or how is this happening? (update: called it), feminization, dubcon/noncon, marking, heats, idk about 10/10 cock but not lightsabers, translation is ruff (get it?), a yankee hahaha, literal wound licking, googles chimera, *claps* yes king selfish call his ass out, tail holding caaaayoooot, not that isn’t usually copious amounts of cum but really this is a lot 8/10

Make Me Bark

Tags: completed, $250 a month rent?? *cries in Californian*, god damn it these grey haired 2D men are really hot fml, “next months rent is a looming concern but I hope it’ll get better” followed by apartment on fire is how I feel about reality, rare characters that smile way more than they frown, sex toys, kink, puppy play, owner/pet dynamic, sugar daddy/baby, college setting, harness, muzzle, leash, tail plug, shirt thing!!, soaked briefs, playing barbie IRL, omg meet cute at the adult store, intercrural sex, possessive/jealousy, ah fuck yes I saw this panel on IG but it didn’t have the source but now hehe, whipping, choking, spanking, *bookmarks*, simp city, childhood friends, side couple cute af, yeonsoo: sorry I’m an anti romantic, size queen, mens lingerie, domestic, mutual pining, these bestie pairings are *chefs kiss*, skinny but muscular bodies/no ridiculous size differences, “does he have a big dick?” “probably” “well tell him to come” GAGGED AJKSDHALSKDJHA this dialogue pure comedy, exhibitionism, human auction, maid costume, men in heels, topping in a dress, girl at the bus stop HAHAHA, ffs this is so cute, side stories: it’s a small world afterall, dynamic role reversal, pink haired boy is guru, SCREAMING AKDJA:SLDKJA:LKDJA:LSDKJLAKDJA:LDJAL:SKDJASLKDJA:SLKDJLAKSDJLASDJ:LASJD:ALSKDJASL:DJ:ASLJDPUTARINGONIT!!!! 11/10

Gurume no fukurami

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, food fetish, feeding fetish, age gap, throuple-eqsue? There’s 3 people involved, paused ch 1 pg 30

Under the Green Light

Tags: ongoing, thank you IG for rec’ing this, brunette supremacy, neurodivergent?, lmao @hag, this statue is everything I wonder if it’s based on a real piece?, we went from talking art to being pinned to the ground REAL quick, translations rough but not as rough as my mans here, draw me like one of your french girls vibe, sass master, these dicks are ridiculously huge which is saying something for this genre, i love a verse/switch, “first time he’s asked someone to stop so his self-esteem is hurt” HAHAHAHA, stealing bae’s shirt, facials galore, car sex/public sex, jin not into praise kink clearly, sort of slut shaming jealousy, marking

Walk on Water

Tags: completed, for being about porn it’s not that smutty (i take it back), “don’t even think about running away” got me like https://giphy.com/gifs/VABbCpX94WCfS, actual dicks (lightsabers later must be the cleaners not the OG), muscular bodies, blonde seme, brunette uke, k mcqueen is everything, honestly haven’t loved a couple this much since chanwoo x MD and I LOVE THEM, jealousy, orgasm denial, the angles/frames of the art in this are insane (11/10), emotional intimacy CUTENESS HASIHDLASKDHJLAKSJDH, i wanna lick lick lick you from your head to your toes, dirty talk A+, bestie you turned out to be Judas you judgy fuck how dare you touch my man, Ryan is 50 shades of fucked up bb needs therapy, Chang and yeowoons sexual tension is *chefs kiss*, I ship it/all my ships sailing, woof non con but expected tbh, YEAH BABY YEAH *Austin powers voice*, fml I don’t want this story to end, meeting the Hets ™ would make me nervous too, spiderman kith, mirror sex sjkadfhasldjkfh, 34+35, JOI but with a partner? Not D/s, promises are made to broken hehe, that feeling when you understand the title, omg the fan art is so cool!! 15/10 would re-read seriously I can’t explain how well the artist used angles/how she portrayed the scenes was fucking MASTERFUL

Woof Wolf

Tags: that's my best friend (saweetie), red heads, werewolf au, college setting, students, shoot a shot in your mouth while I'm riding, facials, marking

Sexual Awakening of an Ex Delinquent

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, sexual coercion/non con/dub con, tiddies, bondage, nipple play, edging/orgasm denial, candy in ass wow, food kink, kink in general, rich seme working class uke, lightsabers, big dick Jesus fuck, exhibitionism, public sex, men's lingerie, Blondie is a sweet baby angel, self hatred/homophobia, sexual narrating that has me like oof 😣 that's not how this works but okay, the sweet spots thing is a great line, man is a slave to the sweets, lmao at the meme at the end of ch 9 fucking facts, kidnapping plot, rapey guys all around this story, tattoo/back story reveal has me like *nods head yes*, my throats broken has me gagged, crazy amount of sfx noises that distract from the art (I really appreciate cleaners I realize), first times, rushed ending feels, would rate 6/10 not terrible but probably won't read again.

With Your Tail Yes

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, quickie/short story, on man brunette looks EXACTLY like a different character by another artist like for real duplicate, home boy pulled Elle Wood’s Bend n Snap and we are HERE FOR IT, lingerie/cross dressing, okay compilation of short stories, great artwork but wtf these are far too short (maybe uploaded wrong..?), *immediately makes deal with the devil because yum*, ah okay previews THEN stories, human animal hybrid situation, lightsabers, fucking imagine your crush delivery the sex toy you ordered online HAHA *dies*, buys toys because men ain’t shit is a VIBE, you know he’s always wearing matching sets because he’s 100% that bitch, dub con/non con, knotting (unexpected), exhibitionism, public sex, good ol’ fashion blackmail to get your lover to stay with you trope, sexual assault/attempted rape, victim blaming, shibari, leashes, D/brat dynamic sort of, copious amounts of cum, lube? What lube?, marathon sex, first time, 75 hours?? Immediately no meme, 7/10 mostly for art/concepts but not execution

Heat and Run

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, omegaverse, friends to enemies to lovers, multiple couples as main to sides then sides to mains, my heart dropped because I thought the first sex scene was incest but then realized I’m mixing up all the characters derp, dense gays, this is america (the shooting comment WOOF reality feels bad man), blondes have more fun, real dicks, dubcon/CNC dealers choice, mutual pining, idiots in love, big alpha energy BDE, there are moments I feel Hayoung on a spiritual level and not sure that’s a compliment hahaha, orgasm denial/edging, istg if he bonded without Hayoung permission *jenna marbles BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII YOU BETTAH NOT*, also I was hoping the idol was him but realizing it’s probs his sis, *deep sigh*, BDIRL, wow racism, oh no oh no no no no no meme audio, listen everyone needs to get into therapy to break that generational trauma is all I’m saying (not excusing abuse at all, trauma isn’t a free pass), NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY A GAME WITHOUT KNOWING THE RULES :ALKSDHJALKSDJA:SLKDJTRUE, matthew singing bo burnham: I’m problematic *background singers ‘he’s a problem!’*, i ship it yolo, JAEHO STAN (no means no!), mpreg, god damn it I am so worried about him getting roofie and the party scene hasn’t even started ABO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TOO ME, OH THANK JAEHO, dayummmm that clapback was real fuck him UP, me clapping: MARK HIM MARK HIM, GOD DAMN IT WITH THESE ONGOING FUCKING CLIFF HANGERS FML, marked via knotting? Okay that’s new, but also like normal marking I think, fucking til bottom pees trope

Heaven Officials Blessing

Animated series season 1 complete. Live action currently filming (same director as Untamed too UGH SO HAPPY)

Tags: ongoing, same author as my fav ever MDZS, just finished season 1 animated on netflix and can no longer avoid this because I LOVE THEM, all the memes on IG make sense now, Prince voice: Dearly Beloved (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXJhDltzYVQ) we are gathered here today to dive deeper into a fandom I will never escape, ART IS AMAZING (https://tenor.com/view/incredible-talented-lady-brilliant-gaga-gif-14857187), group chats are always chaotic tbh, wait a minute meme audio: bride = bottom? How tf did I not get that the first time round *sigh* always hoping for a verse couple, the asst. Boys I ship hard, the sass, fuck this is going to just be pure angst isn’t it *straps in, has fluffy manga queued*, even if no smut 11/10 gege porn, not subtle, god FUCK this ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD THE TALENT skjas;ldkfja;, 🥺, traumatic cliff moment *mdzs flashbacks*, HC smirk is my new favorite thing, no fucking but lots of touching, size difference, horror, gore, wuxia, great side characters, my ear feels tingly too lmao, SOMEONE BETTER GET THESE MF SNAKES ON THIS MF PLANE (cliff), umbrella moments got me uwu, gimme at least didi pleaseandthankyou, FUCK I LOVE THIS ARTIST she keeping us WELL fed with these extras DAYUM, wind/earth master ship please sail, CALL ME DADDY IM DEAD, HC has LWJ energy like you are not qualified to talk to me LOL, WAIT this totally counts as there was only one bed trope, also I’m already excited about omegaverse ff (send me recs please please please)

4 week lovers

Tags: ongoing because apparently I want to torture myself, mutual pining/”unrequited love”, college life, friends to lovers, blackmail ur crush into sex trope, public sex, I was going to tag possessive body language but possessive in a general sense apparently (starting strong yessss), sure jan @unrequited love dialogue, THEY WERE ROOMMATES *cackles*, sus haha, rough translation, pure comedy, shirt thing!, casual abuse :( (back story, traumatic childhood), I’m getting TharnType vibes (but not quite…), that note is precious, cry during/after sex, great angles, dialogue A+

Burlesque Night

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, stripper/body guard, coworkers, lust at first sight, magic mike vibes, fridays = getting fucked on stage O-O, well that was traumatizing af, took a bullet, real dicks, LDR, CUTE, I’m not in love with you… sure jan, OH WOW MASTER dlksaj;alsdkja;lsdkja;sld, gay awakening/first time, the art detail is *chefs kiss*, disappointed but not surprised :( :( :(, we stan a yes and lover, shirt thing, still not sure wtf the vertical anus thing is but full circle moment haha, you know what fuck it I’d re-read this 9/10

My one and only cat

Tags: ongoing, cat hybrids, god damn it I’m totally in furrydom ffs, ah well here we go, idol hot = loneliness wahhh /s, so hot he literally transforms other beings, omg a cat cafe CUTE, fuck that cat is cute *so fluffy*, stalker status, comedy, real dicks, I think the uncle would be supportive/jealous even I hope they talk about it I’m dying to know his thoughts, big tiddies, if this ain’t the cutest shit FLUFF/SMUT, copious amounts of cum, ate it with the panties on, CAKE, xmas, his milkshakes bring all the boy(cats) to the yard, trifling bitch

Imitation Mate

Tags: completed, omegaverse, alpha x alpha. Class rivals YAS, childhood frans, enemies to lovers omg this is all the shit I want, manipulation 1000 but yolo I ship it

Mr. 100% Perfect

Tags: ongoing, so relatable, OCD?, hoarder, when I read the title I thought mental illness and I was right, masks ugh RELATABLE, getting back together w ex, woof sibling drama/manipulation, suicide attempt, omg their communication regarding the psycho is REFRESHING, OMG JEJU ISLAND I see it in every fucking kdrama ever but this is the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in a manga *hm* interesting, furry furry everywhere, eye contact, finished reading season 1 pause for an omergaverse cause, okay I’m back and season 2 starting STRONG #1 men are gross #2 mans just went right to a blowie while mf was trying to pee lmao i can NOT the germs barf, fuckboi extraordinaire stressing over a textback is *great*, that istg face is perfect, HYUNGGGG, hand on his heart OW MY HEART, vibe check LOL, here for this plot dev, END OF SEASON2 NOOOOOOOimnotready. Head bonks CUTE

The origin of species

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, sex tape, blackmail, i already don’t like this teacher, size difference, ‘JUST DIE’ hahahahahaha, I’m in love with noona, wait Ahjussi means uncle/mister? Dangerous convenience store has a new meaning to me now, DECEASED @they won’t, copious amounts of cum, alcohol to have intimacy *sighs in early 20s*, also WTF THEY ARE FUCKING AND THERE’S NO PHERMONE STUFF! What’s the point of being ABO without smell *swaggy p meme???*, wait okay ch 11 it begins, stockholm syndrome but since childhood I’m fairly certain *looking at you teacher I don’t trust these mfs*, dubcon obviously, also the can’t be knotted thing has me *cardi b meme that’s weird that’s sus* obvs poor bb about to get preg af, five word horror story: I won’t hurt you again *why tf you lyinggggg why u always lyinggg meme*, white collar crime, what’s the point of a contract when there’s no actual choice

How to Chase an Alpha

Tags: ongoing, lowkey been avoiding this one not because I think it’ll be bad I just..idk the brain is a weird thing, page 2 and I love mains attitude fucking gagged sass me bb, starting with rough translation but it be that way sometimes, GROUNDS HIMSELF BY TOUCHING HIS BLACK CARD I CANTTT, pheromone city fuck it UP, MC is a MOOD, mutual pining, when u and bae both hire PI’s to get info on each other, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, shirt thing, fucking chuffed about the rival fucking bring it, funny art, cheated on ugh mah heart I saw it coming and it still hurt, pure comedy this airport scene is so funny to me wtf, LDR, good ol murica fuckboi, LOVE HIM RIDE FOR UR MAN/MORALS, liams a little rapey rapist hm? No one’s ever said no… well being flooded with pheromones isn’t consent my dude, istg liam = I love it when they struggle, obvs jealousy/possessive tag but such is ABO, cat suit, BUNNY suit, sexy costumes, god damn it I love them that proposal/mpreg so cute, imprinting AW, ugh baes fam is so cute I needed that bc I wanna strangle wooyoungs dad, THE SECETARY is my fucking fav never stops being A+, SEC+LIAM?? Here for it *i ship it*, FUCK SO CUTE 12/10 re-read, fluff n smut, excited for how to chase an omegaside story hyung needs love!, JINI is mood, sales king I’m dying, that collar is ~hot~ btw

Egoism

Tags: completed (because jesus I can’t with ongoing, theheartbreakTM), UPDATE FML THE HEART BREAK IS REAL also no smut, omegaverse, hey stepbro, starts with rape, possessive/jealousy (isn’t all ABO?), age difference (6years, alpha is younger *can I get hyung plz lord*), HYUNG, woof this dad SUCKS, child abuse, rape culture *sigh*, I wanna get jacked like rick and summer and beat tf out of the dad, me n my cat, TELL EM HONEY I love this MC, traitor indeed, beta x omega btw, fated pair, coercive sex, didi going to be his own demise, BREAKUP/TIME SKIP NO this is BL hell, the rona is mentioned in this, ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR YOUR STORY WAHHHHHHHHHH also YES MY SHIP IS GOING TO SAIL I CAN FEEL IT, okay honestly frustrating a bit but also liked it yah 7-8/10, won’t re-read unless I’m looking for hurt though cause the comfort is BRIEF

Yarichin bitch bu

Tags: ongoing, reading because I watched this anime after seeing it mentioned in the comment section of -im-being-harassed-by-the-sexiest-man-of-the-year, anime was 2 eps a fucking wild the way this is uploaded SUCKS, no reality porn what plot rape-y ridiculous and now I need to read the source apparently haha, I need to know much more about yuri and blue hair guy ASAP (they have the spin off*adds to list*), high school setting, smut, studentsxstudents/teachers, photography club my ass, sex toys, kinky, crossdressing, gay awakening, unrequited love, jealousy, fake relationship, two faced people, OCD, COMEDY, rich people problems, hoarder, inferiority complex, one bed, toono is a dumbass in this love triangle or denial might be a better word, they are cousins my dude stop shipping it (I say to both toono and myself LOL), I wanna see Yuri’s face laksdjf;aldskf, vibrator #18 line is fucking iconic, yaguchi is about to get real interesting (BPD?), lies/manipulation, oh toono you sweet summer child, YURI i can’t wit chu, wait did he just punch the student because he won’t kiss him or???, dubcon/noncon obvs, finally my verse couple but they’re not a couple (yuri/tamu), they all care about each other is a weird way awwww, love confessions to pet vibrator scene are ICONIC MY DUDES I CAN NOTTT, lowkey living for Yuri’s drooling at this point, Jimi gives me such bad second hand embarrassment, Yuri the switch verse bb I’ve been looking for need more!, internalized homophobia, blackmail, MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR YAS KING, the heartbreak of ongoing/hasn’t been updated in years

Yarichin bitch bu dj wa

Tags: not completed I think, years old though, see above you know what it is, so cute omg, FIRST KISS AW, degradation kink?, MY VERSE COUPLE I’ve finally found you, biting, choking, rough sex, sex toys, they had fun together for another two hours DECEASED

Fucked by my Best Friend

Tags: ongoing, friends to lovers, body swap, Porn what plot, cannon threesomes in past maybe??(MFF for sure but MMF??), beach life, revenge, he became a HOT woman so honestly get over it, sloppy seconds, first off you’re both sluts second lmao this is going to be wild hm?, fellas is it gay if you kiss the homies, classic did you cum guy jfc, that’s how you get preg dumbass, ah the joys of being a woman /s assault in der clrub, *DEEP SIGH* @ you almost being raped turns me on, YES TURNING BACK DYING, gender has nothing to do with this LOL but true. Also yes cannon threesomes/orgies, googles frotting, mans like narrating playtime, intecurial sex public sex, lingerie, this is the closest thing to straight manga I’ve read hahaha, THE SCIENCE OMG FUCKING RIDIC :you need a mass amount of semen within you SURE JAN, possessive. Objectification, she trying to fuck without Shion LMAO, 34+35, do you think he’s on r/nofap, dry orgasm honestly impressed with mans rn ngl, spit as lube, anal fingering, just helping the homies find their prostate, bottom shaming (disappointed but not surprised), bis/gays in denial smh, question if he has a wet dream will he turn into a woman?, shirt thing, lol at female orgasm =anal in switcharoos mind, paging doc perv, shion is enjoying dressing up hm? Same dude, biggest reality gap is believing shion got admitted to a college HAHA, bad anatomy all over the place dude, rui is a dedicated exhibitionist, HE SO TIGHT BECAUSE THERES NO LUBE team no lube over here apparently not even a courtesy spit, yandere territory sort of?, Mayu with the dick wet comment is *chefs kiss*, THE HEARTBREAK OF ONGOING WAHHH I can’t believe I read all this but I can? 8/10 problematic possessive porn

#yaoi #manga #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #gay #lgbt #pornwhatplot #recs #book recs #manga recs #yaoi recs #ships #yandere #uke #seme

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alfredolover119 · 4 years ago

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I looooove your zukka rec lists! I recently became Avatar-obsessed, never got a chance to watch it as a kid and only just got through it all! I was wondering if you'd consider doing a specifically angst rec list? I love fluffy zukka everything, but sometimes you just gotta have your heart ripped out of your chest and put back in after being thoroughly blended.

thank you! i relate heavily to “recently became Avatar-obsessed” haha. as for the angst list, i sure can try! warning: all of these have happy endings because im a crybaby who can’t read unhappy endings. also, p much all of the fics in the completed section were featured on my other lists but this is specifically the ANGSTY ones >:^)

angsty zukka wips

first, most obviously, feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe

-currently at 102k with 19/27 chapters posted; rated teen

-the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. the amnesia fic. you know. i haven’t actually read it yet because, as previously mentioned, i’m a crybaby and am waiting for it to finish up but, from my understanding, this fic will murder you in a dark alleyway with no remorse. if u like zukka angst, you’ve probably already read this, but just in case!

An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. // But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends.

Yeah, nah.

and i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands) by @goldrushzukka

-currently 38k with 6/8 chapters posted; rated mature

-holy shit. holy SHIT. modern au based on the “my cat likes my fuckbuddy and i am falling in love” trope(?). maybe it’s just because of how the last chapter ended, but oh my god. this one made me cry. made me want to commit violence. when it’s not angsty as hell, it’s pretty funny, but holy shit. ao3 user nebulastucky please.

It’s supposed to be a one night stand. Pick up some guy at a bar, barely remember his name and never learn anything real about him, send him packing in the morning with a thanks for the ride and a cup of coffee to-go. That’s how it’s supposed to go. // But then it’s the best sex Sokka has ever had, and he thinks he’ll hate himself if he never gets to have it again.

Violet Blossoms and Celestial Objects by @hollypunkers

-currently 15k with 2/? posted. rated teen.

-this is the sequel to blue (an angsty, zukka rewrite of book 2-- go read it if u havent!)! !! this is a book 3 rewrite. only two chapters in and mrs hollypunkers is really abusing the miscommunication tag, as zukka writers seem to enjoy doing. im excited to see how the world and story develops with the changes to the story! you should be too!! its very good! obviously spoilers for blue lmao

Having sided with the Avatar in Ba Sing Se, Zuko not only must navigate his new relationship with Sokka but returning to the Fire Nation as a banished enemy. His own journey of self discovery and personal growth must now coexist alongside the personal struggles of every other member of the Gaang as together they blaze a treacherous path toward an unsure victory against Zuko's own father and nation.

breakable heaven by @fruitysokka

-currently 71k with 9/11 chapters posted. rated teen

-swt ambassador zuko! soon to be chief sokka! fake dating ur best friend to get out of an arranged marriage! what could go wrong!!! i also haven’t read this one ((see: i’m a crybaby who is being hurt by too many zukka wips already)), but it has been hanging out in my marked for later for months. from what i understand, this fic has: angst.

With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? // Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

angsty zukka fics (completed!)

(i’ll put these in wc order)

lighthouse beam by @incorrectzukka

-7k, rated g

-a modern college au!! zuko’s inner-monologue is very angsty in this fic. typical zuko. also per usual, theyre both fucking dorks. they sort themselves out in the end, but not before The Angst. zuko is semi-deaf in this fic and also he has a bit of internalized homophobia.

Sokka’s breathtakingly beautiful and he’s smart and makes other people laugh. Zuko has a half-burnt face and a deaf ear. It’s not rocket science. // Or, Zuko falls in love with the boy in his Philosophy class.

This Isn’t My Idea of Fun by @khaleeseas

-9k, explicit

-moon spirit/nwt prince!sokka, no war to be found here! admittedly this isnt THAT angsty but like. the angst IS present. zuko is still the prince. a lovely childhood friends (though they hated each other for a minute haha) to lovers story.

If you asked Zuko, he and Azula saw far too much of Chief Hakoda of the Northern Water Tribe’s children growing up. It wasn’t until they were older, and Azula pointed out that - duh - their families were trying to set them all up, that he realized why. // He was told by his mother to be polite. These people were their friends and allies, and though their nations were as different as they came, harmony between nations was the most important thing. // It wasn’t his fault the Chief’s children were so annoying.

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) by @celestialceci

-9k, teen

-modern au! zuko and sokka are college roommates. zuko goes to spend the summer with sokka. again,, not really that angsty but-- its there!! the detail and feeling of Home in this story make me happy. zuko is insecure as hell here too. if ur into that.

Zuko hates his home. He likes college alright, but he likes Sokka even better, his assigned roommate turned best friend. Spending the summer with Sokka will be fun, a welcome change of pace he desperately wants. It probably won't awaken anything in him... right?

the thing about dancing by anodymalion

-9k, teen

-yes. this one right here officer. it makes my heart ache. also trans sokka! which is cool. but the zuko angst in this one. hurts me. not so much relationship angst as it is zuko learning he deserves happiness angst. i’m sure u know The Type.

The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.

i could (never) give you peace by @zukkababey

-10k, mature

-OUCH. OUCH OUCH OUCH. boys please learn to communicate im begging u. also zuko.. zuko, dude. as the tags of the fic say, hes “really going through it” in this one. YOUCH. post-canon.

Zuko almost said it. He almost said the words I think I’m in love with you, but he choked them back down at the last second. // Zuko would never be able to be what Sokka wanted. They might have needed each other during the summer, when two boys with too much weight on their shoulders found comfort in each other in the only way they knew how. // But now Zuko was Fire Lord, and Sokka was leaving.

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in its time, exploding) by @meliebee

-18k, teen, major character death

-i lied. THIS is the one, officer. found family.. good mai and zuko and toph friendships.. . ozai escapes prison and tries to overthrow zuko. OBVIOUSLY angst ensues. poor boy. he Does heal in this but it gets worse before it gets better. angst angst angst angst.

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

Anything for You by beersforqueers

-23k, explicit

-istg. this is probably one of my favorite zukka fics. its PAINFUL. modern au where theyre broken up but sokka hasnt told his family yet so zuko goes home with him for kataang wedding. a bit smutty, but the plot oh my god ohgm y fuvk. made me cry the first time i read it. (see: crybaby!me) insert that one picture of the horse with the caption PAIN.

In which Sokka and Zuko have broken up but Sokka hasn't told his family yet. So when Katara and Aang's wedding weekend rolls around and he doesn't want to break Gran-Gran's heart, he asks Zuko to pretend to be his boyfriend for one last weekend. // Things don't go as planned.

Moving Mountains by @thefangirlingdead

-64k, mature

-so. when i read this the first time it was in one sitting. soulmate au set within canon era / the comics, to an extent. soulmates can hear each others thoughts. i will happily say this is slowburn, jesus christ. champagne without the cham.

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

In the Soft Light by @voidcenturyscholar and @romancedawning

-83k, teen, graphic depictions of violence

-moon spirit!sokka living in the northern water tribe. zuko is sent to the northern water tribe as a cultural liaison. iroh is the fire lord but while he is away taking care of lu ten after his injury ozai steps up. i cannot express how many emotions this fic made me feel. background yuetara. i would almost say found family?? but. anyway. plenty of angst to spare here with a healthy dose of enemies to friends to lovers.

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

That Midnight Sky by @zukkababey

-103k, teen

-now now now. tms... modern college au where sokka agrees to tutor zuko in physics because zuko has to maintain straight a’s and physics is just not doing it for him. so. thats cool but THEN azula moves in, randomly, with zuko. to hide the fact that sokka is tutoring zuko, they fake date! what could go wrong!! the mutual pining in here combined with the angst... wonderful, tasty. everyone read it rn. also SLOWBURN

In Zuko’s strict family, needing a tutor is just about the worst thing you could do. Failing a class, however, is even worse. The only rational solution? Take up Aang on his offer to find him a physics tutor and have Sokka—beautiful, smart, handsome Sokka—tutor him in secret. // When Azula’s arrival threatens to reveal Zuko’s secret, it’s up to Sokka to convince her this definitely isn’t what it looks like. See, he’s actually… Zuko’s… boyfriend? // Hmm. There’s no way this could get complicated, right?

#zukka #zuko #sokka #angst #zukka angst #atla #avatar: the last airbender #fic recs #zukka fic recs

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x-chubby-reader · 4 years ago

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Hello! I'm new to your blog, but I adore it! So, recently, I've been diagnosed with narcolepsy and I was wondering if you'd write something for Iwaizumi, Asahi, and Suga having a plus size gf with narcolepsy? Sorry if it's too much or if you're uncomfortable with it!

A/n - Nonono, your fine. I tried to write Narcolepsy in a way that wasnt really the stereotypical *Randomly falls over, asleep* Please tell me if it isnt accurate so i can edit it. Because I dont have Narcolepsy and have never gone though the condition.😊

Future A/n DEAR LORD I DONT KNOW WHY I TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH I AM SO SORRY JESUS-

Not Prof Read

I don’t think there are any triggers

Lowercase intended

Haikyuu Boys Iwaizumi, Asahi, and Suga with a Narcoleptic plus size reader

Iwaizumi

ngl he was hella confused at first

since you literally didn’t tell him and he somehow didn’t pick up on your symptoms

full on he found out when he was having one of his long daily conversations with you while making lunch

“anyways, could you believe what he did?”

he was met with silence

Iwai literally had a buffer moment before turning around to ask if you were paying attention.

you were sitting there, head rested in your hand and eyes closed

he literally wondered if he talked you to sleep, was voleyball really that boring to you?

after hajime was able to wake you up and have you awake for a few minutes trying to get your thoughts straight, you were finally able to explain it to him

oH so that’s why you were tired all of the time...

light bulb above his head go blink

he suddenly becomes prepared soccer mom

will carry his jacket everywhere to drape over you when you doze off

had anxiety about driving a car because an accident involving narcolepsy in the past? where you need to go?

he got you

“I love you, but your sleeping schedule is fucked up, go to bed at 9pm or god help me-”

Asahi

baby boy also found out later

sis you really need to be telling them about yourself, otherwise they will die from heart attacks-

i mean, you did give him a heart attack

he never really suspected you having anything wrong

asahi just thought that you stayed up late all of the time and your drowsiness was just a consequence of it

but he was not expecting to find you passed out on your floors

he screamed, he literally thought you had died

poor baby-

but it was chivalrous to see this 6 foot man screech like he was a little girl

if only you were conscious enough to see it

literally you only sat down for a moment or two to tie your shoe laces and “hey this kinda comfortable-”

jesus panic texted dadchi-

“hElp y/N is DEAD!-”

“asahi... chill out they’re just narcoleptic...”

how did he never know that?

that’s in the past, now he’s trying to wake you up or at least move you to your bed to be more comfortable

if you get sleep paralysis as a side effect, just call asahi he’ll be there in five

not five minutes, literally five seconds he is speed-

make room in your bed, he will hold your softly sculpted body all night and hum to you

you cant make him leave, and why would you?

Suga

suga was literally the only one who knew what was happening

one of the perks of being from childhood friends to lovers

since he is so use to you dozing off from time to time, he makes some fun out of it

10/10 would dress you up in fancy hats, feather boa’s, and sunglasses

bitch we’re having a fashion show and your the star

ofc he would set it as his lock-screen (its how you find out about his little photo shoots half the time)

sometimes he would try some methods with you to in an attempt to curb your sleepiness

“its your scheduled nap time, get over here-”

cat naps together frequently

he is little spoon change my mind

that right you cant

he knows the drill by now and will go mom mode if you decide that you don’t want to do something

suga is prepared for almost everything

he even put himself on speed dial for you on your phone

and you have used it a lot over the years

he may not look it but homeboy is stronk

istg he literally carried you around town on his back because “you just looked too peaceful to disturb”

you wanted to beat his ass but thanked him, still red in the face

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yannowhatigiveup · 4 years ago

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My One And Only - Chapter 16

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Chapter 16! When I have new chapters, I post it on Wattpad first then here then on AO3 as fast as I can. I watched Gang of Secrets yesterday, I fangirled greatly.

Adrien hoped that Ladybug wasn't too injured, she's far too valuable and important to be lost, especially at the beginning of, what looks like, Hawkmoth's new rise of power.

"Something tells me things are about to get a lot more serious from here on out"

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"-ngel, Angel it's time to wake up" Marinette's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Damian's soft voice. She lifted her head off of his chest and sat up next to him, the green-eyed boy nuzzled her neck much like a cat. "Sorry for waking you but I do not wish to have your sleep schedule destroyed"

The girl giggled. "Kinda ironic that the true user of the miraculous of destruction doesn't want to have my sleep schedule destroyed" Then she shrugged. "Well I suppose you can't destroy something that's already destroyed"

"You should really get a full 8-hour sleep at least once a week" Damian grumbled as Marinette got up from the bed.

"Tell that to my cup of depresso- I mean espresso" she jokingly replied.

"In all seriousness, though" the green-eyed boy got up to sit in one of the armchairs in his hotel room. "How will you create a new team of heroes and who will you choose to uphold this responsibility?"

"Simple," she took a sip from her coffee, leaning on the wall. "I'll give each new member a miraculous, the first to join should be Adrien Agreste"

"The model?"

"Yep" the bluenette replied, popping the 'p'. "Believe it or not he was Chat Noir"

Damian raised one of his eyebrows. "They do seem quite different at first glance"

"I know right! Anyway, like I said, he was Chat Noir and he admitted to believing he was not the true owner of the miraculous. Though he might not think things through all the time, he's willing to listen and he's a good fighter"

"Admitting to that must have taken a lot of courage. He is attentive and skilled in combat" the black-haired boy hummed. "He sounds like an adequate addition to the team you are forming"

"You're just as important in this team as I am, Dami" Marinette reminded before putting a finger on her chin and thinking thoughtfully. "I was thinking maybe giving him the dog miraculous would work best"

Plagg scoffed. "The kid's gonna go from a cat to a dog eh? I know he doesn't make the wise decisions all the time but-"

Marinette rolled her eyes and continued as if Plagg hadn't said anything. "What's the power of the Dog miraculous, Tikki?"

"The Dog miraculous has the power of Location, it's ability is to retrieve and identify where any object or person is. The ability can locate them, hold them in place, bring them to the holder and/or rescue them possible captivity" Tikki stated, floating over to smack Plagg on the back of his head.

Marinette mumbled incoherently before humming thoughtfully. "I also think we should bring Alya into the team"

"Césaire? I understand she is your reporter now but what other significance does she have?" Damian questioned, trying not to offend his girlfriend's best friend.

"She's the first one other than Chat and I to join the heroes, she was Rena Rouge"

"Ah I see so you want to bring Rena Rouge back?"

The bluenette nodded as the green-eyed boy stood up from where he was sitting.

"Wanna come with me to get the miracle box?"

"Sure just... give me a minute" Marinette tilted her head in confusion as Damian went towards one of his cases and pulled, what looked like, a training mannequin. She watched as he then drew his katana and slashed at the poor mannequin, it was obliterated. The bluenette winced when the pieces hit the floor while Plagg barked a laugh.

"Now that's destruction" The black kwami then flew up to the boy and rested on his head. "Good job, kid"

Marinette giggled as he rolled his eyes and put his katana back. "In all honesty, I thought you were going to do a lot more damage in the battle. I'm surprised you're not that angry"

"Oh I am" Damian replied calmly. "Enormously so, I have just merely bottled my anger. If even the smallest ounce of it were to escape then, well, I don't think Hawkmoth would like a powerful Akuma whose only goal is to see him suffer"

The bluenette walked up to the angry vigilante, wrapped both of her arms on his left and rested her head on his shoulder. "No I don't think he would" she giggled as Damian kissed her temple. "You can use all that pent up anger in training later. For now, let's go get the miracle box"

"Lead the way, Angel"

~~~

The couple were on their way when Marinette heard a familiar voice, one that wasn't a friendly voice. She quickly pulled Damian and herself out of sight, leaning flat against the wall to safely ease drop.

"Is it true that you know the world-renowned chef Wang Cheng?" An unidentifiable voice asked.

"Yep! He actually gave me Master Class cooking sessions, that's how I've become an amazing chef myself!" The others awed at Lila's lies, Marinette felt her anger bubble, no one takes her Great Uncle's success and uses it for their own personal gain. "Actually, I was the one who helped him create his recipe for his signature dish"

"Oh my gosh, really?!"

"Yeah! I didn't help that much, he did most of the work" Lila's voice faded into the distance, Marinette was grateful that she didn't have to listen to the brunette anymore but she was also worried, 'How many lives is she willing to ruin just for popularity?'

The bluenette turned to glance at her boyfriend, only to be met with a visibly angry expression still looking at where they last saw the brunette. Marinette opened her mouth to start conversation but Damian beat her to it.

"Who does she think she is? Disrespecting Cheng Shifu in that manner" The green-eyed boy snarled. Marinette blinked in surprise.

"You know Cheng Shifu?"

Damian then looked at her, almost offendedly. "Of course! He is not just a chef, Cheng Shifu is an artist. We went to a grand opening of one of his five-star restaurants, arguably the place I was served the most exquisite food throughout my entire existence" He placed a finger on his chin in thought. "The best dish I was served had to be his signature recipe, Celestial Soup. Though, I think the name has changed to Marine-"

He paused and looked at his girlfriend's smug face, he presumed his face appeared to have an epiphany. This thought was confirmed when Marinette's giggles turned into proper laughter.

"No..."

"Yes" she giggled, resting her forehead on his shoulder. "He's my maternal great-uncle"

"My god, your mother must be an excellent cook then"

"Yep! She's the best! Now come on, to my house!" Marinette dragged Damian towards the bakery and use her keys to open the front door. His eyes diverted to a wrapped package of cupcakes. "Oh that's for Nadja, she'll come by to pick it up in a few minutes" She then gestured for him to follow her. They both went up through the trapdoor and to Marinette's room.

Damian knew that his angel's favourite colour was pink so he presumed her room was drowned in said colour, when he entered he was greeted by the splash of rose as expected but he was also greeted with many rolls of fabric. It wasn't a messy mess per se, more of an organized and pretty one. It correlated with Marinette quite well in his opinion. The green-eyed boy sat on the girl's chaise as she brought a spotted box out of one of her drawers. Box in hand, Marinette sat next to Damian and pressed a button, opening one of the cabinets and out of the cabinet appeared a new kwami.

"Hello, Great Guardian" The kwami began. "Do you need my help?"

"Hello Barkk, there's really no need to address me so formally" Marinette replied to Barkk, fidgeting her fingers. "And yes, I believe it's time for you to get a permanent holder"

"Really? Great! But what happened for you to make this decision?" The kwami noticed how Marinette flinched at the question and flew closer. The kwami gasped. "Nooroo's energy... did Hawkmoth do something?"

"He did" The sudden appearance of Damian's sharp voice made the Kwami rise slightly.

"Who-"

"Lover-boy over here is my true chosen, Barkk" Plagg and Tikki appeared through the floor after eating downstairs.

"Hmm, he does seem to have your energy"

"Yes Barkk, Damian is the true user of the Black Cat miraculous. He's also my boyfriend" Marinette's cheeks were dusted with the lightest shade of pink, they grew deeper in colour as Damian pressed his lips against her skin. "We were thinking of having Adrien use your miraculous and Alya using Trixx's miraculous" The bluenette stated, half-glaring at the green-eyed boy for getting her flustered.

"I think he'll be a great fit for the Dog miraculous" Barkk replied, happy to have a new permanent holder.

"Alright!" Marinette took the collar necklace from the compartment, followed by the necklace. The bluenette turned to face Damian, the collar necklace in her palm. "You can give Adrien his new miraculous, I'll go find Alya and we meet at the Eiffel Tower. It'll save time"

"But shouldn't you give the miraculous? Considering you are the guardian after all" he questioned.

The bluenette shook her head. "Its a good way to get to know each other because, well, you'll technically be my partner meaning that you're one of the leaders of this new team. You need to know who you're working with and you need to trust them to save your life, if it were to come to that"

Damian slowly nodded, reaching for the collar necklace. "Meet you at the Eiffel Tower then"

~~~

A certain blonde was strolling down an empty street in Paris, in sun was setting and it was deathly quiet. Luckily, his schedule was cleared for the whole day. However, had no idea how to spend his last few hours of freedom. Usually he would go out as Chat Noir and jump from rooftop to rooftop. But he wasn't Chat anymore. Adrien winced at the reminder of the events that occurred early that day, he felt so useless. Thank god for Noir. 'That is his name right? He's incredibly attractive, the hero has only showed up once and he's giving me a run for my money' Adrien couldn't help the flash of red that appeared on his face before pushing it down completely. 'If Kagami talked to me the way he normally sounds then...'

His train of thoughts stopped when a figure landed in front of him. His first instinct was to get into a protective stance, which he did, but he recognised the figure as Noir, the mysterious hero that saved Ladybug earlier, so he dropped his stance.

"Hi Noir, what can I do for you?" Adrien questioned trying to act poised when he knew the only suave one here was Noir himself. He was totally not fanboying over the new hero, no way.

"Adrien Agreste" The black cat-themed hero began. "I'm sure you are aware of the... predicament that occurred earlier today, considering the fact that you were a witness of the whole ordeal"

"Yeah..." Adrien tried to look at anything other than Noir, but he sighed as he failed.

"Knowing that Hawkmoth has had an increase in power, Ladybug and I have come to the joint decision to have other permanent holders and form a team of superheroes." Noir looked at the blonde straight in the eye.

"And you want me to be a part of the team?" The blonde's eyes widened as Noir nodded.

"You were Ladybug's first choice"

"I- really?" Adrien stuttered out in disbelief, 'She still wants me to have a miraculous? Even though I couldn't do anything today?'

"You were Chat Noir, my predecessor, were you not? I have a lot to live up to" Though Adrien couldn't see most of the hero's face, he could see his eyes and the encouragement that shone through. "Do you wish to help us?"

"Absolutely" the blonde wasted no time in confirming.

Noir nodded and pulled out a box. "Adrien Agreste, this is the dog miraculous of Location. Ladybug has entrusted me to entrust this miraculous to you, you shall use it for the greater good. Can we trust you?"

Adrien carefully took the box and nodded with determination. He opened the box and, similarly with Plagg, a small peach-colored glowing orb spun around him. When the light died down, a dog kwami was facing him. "Hello, Adrien. My name is Barkk. To transform say: 'Barkk, to the rescue!'" He out the collar around his neck.

"Barkk, to the rescue!" The blonde was engulfed in peach-colored light, leaving a new superhero when it died down. Adrien now stood in a brown suit with a white belly reaching up to his neck, white boots, white gloves, brown floppy dog ears that contrasted well with his blonde hair. He also had a short, brown, metallic tail that which on command, would appear in his hand as a boomerang-shaped weapon. The blonde found out that it could be pulled apart into two separate rods and that with a flick of the wrist, the boomerang could snap into place like a baton, similar with his staff as Chat Noir. "Pawsome!"

Noir nodded. "It would be best if we head to the Eiffel Tower as soon as possible, Ladybug and Rena Rouge are probably waiting for us" The cat-themed hero then used his staff to propel himself in the direction of the city's landmark, Adrien followed closely, his new powers allowed him to jump like Rena. Sure enough, both heroes arrived on the building where two heroine's were waiting.

"I was wondering when you were going to get here" Ladybug's voice rang out, stepping out from the shadows. Noir had transformed and left before Ladybug had but now he wished he was there to see it.

The spotted heroine's suit had changed greatly. The top part of her suit had changed to black, running down her arms fading to the familiar red. The bottom part of her suit remained the same red with black spots but she had matte-black along the bottom part of her legs, mimicking boots. The long ribbons in her hair remained the same except they faded to black at the tips. Noir looked away to stop his cheeks from getting any redder than they already were.

"Something wrong, Minou?" She asked teasingly.

"Tt, of course not"

Ladybug giggled while Rena and the dog-themed hero exchanged knowing glances. The spotted heroine turned to Adrien and gestured for him to introduce himself.

"Oh, I'm Le Chien"

"Well, Le Chien, Rena, Noir, we have some training we need to do"

~~~

By the end of their patrol and training session, Le Chien was exhausted. He bid the other heroes farewell and detransformed. Giving Barkk a sugar biscuit, which honestly smelt a lot better than Camember, Adrien ran down the Seine, hoping to meet up with two people in particular. Said figures appeared in the distance and when he was closer enough, Adrien pushed himself in between the two and placed one arm over each shoulder.

"Hey you two, what's up?" Adrien asked.

"We just wanted to watch the sunset" Kagami answered, "Right Luka?"

"Yes, the sky is very beautiful at sunset" The guitarist answered. Suddenly all three of their phones chimed. "Chloe's inviting us for a sleepover at the hotel"

"Did she say who would be there?" The bluenette asked.

"She invited us, Alya, Nino couldn't make it, Marinette and... Damian? Do you know who that is?" Luka looked between the blonde and the bluenette.

"No, never heard the name before" Adrien's oblivious self replied.

Kagami hummed, both boys looked at her in confusion. "You'll find out who he is later and before you ask, I know who he is. Now let's go get the things necessary for this sleepover"

~~~

When the trio arrived at Chloe's door, they were greeted by both the blonde herself and Alya.

"Hi Chloe, Hi Alya" Luka greeted the two.

"Just come on in already, the movie's about to start!" Chloe walked away from the door to sit on a space on her sofa out of the current view of the two bluenettes and blonde.

"What movie are we watching?" Kagami asked, entering the room first.

"Une Petite Frayeur, it was premiered just last week" Alya replied, "I don't know what the genre is yet, Chloe is refusing to tell" The brunette with glasses led them to the sofa, the coffee table decked out in snacks.

"Please don't tell me it's a horror movie" a soft voice whined.

"Oh, hi Marinette! We-" Adrien stopped mid sentence when he noticed Marinette sitting next to an unfamiliar figure. He walked up to the both of them and when he got close enough, he started spluttering. After a good minute, he managed to say words. "This man isn't doing anything yet he's a better model than me! You are waytoo attractive for your own good. Y-you're illegally attractive! I'm gonna have to take your good-looking license away"

Adrien held out his hand much like a police officer, one of Damian's eye brows shot up in amusement while Marinette giggled at the display. The bluenette looked Adrien in the eye, wrapped her arms around her boyfriend. "No" she deadpanned.

"Adrien, Luka, Kagami" Marinette got the other two's attention. "This is Damian, my boyfriend"

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Damian" Kagami held out her hand which the green-eyed boy took.

"Likewise"

"Wait you two know each other?" Adrien asked, his mind thinking of many different things at once.

"That explain's why Melody's music has changed"

"Alright enough chit-chat, let's watch the movie already!" Chloe cut in through the conversation.

"What genre is it?" Marinette timidly asked.

Chloe looked straight into the bluenette's eyes and smirked. "Horror"

~~~

Luckily the film wasn't that scary, well actually it was but the teens were busy arguing about how stupid and unrealistic the plot was.

"The murderer manages to get from point A to point B going at legit 2 kilometers per hour before the main protagonist, who just so happens to be sprinting, and they're insisting that they're human?!"

"Now you understand my frustration!"

"Well... he could've been running off-camera...?!"

"Well that wasn't implied!"

The rest of the sleepover was relatively quiet, at around midnight most of them had fallen asleep. If Alya, who were awake, managed to get a picture of Marinette cuddled in Damian's arms while they were asleep, the couple wouldn't know.

All but Chloe left in the morning after breakfast, Kitty Section would be practicing on the Liberty and Kagami came to watch. Alya would be on a date with Nino and Chloe was going to spend time with her parents, leaving Damian and Marinette free for the day. They decided just to spend the rest of their free time at Marinette's house, she had some commissions she needed to finish and Damian wanted to paint on her balcony.

When Marinette went up to her balcony through her trapdoor, she saw Damian sitting on the floor with some watercolour paint next to him. The bluenette had never been able to master using watercolours but she loved the way the paint looked. Peering over his shoulder, Marinette saw a realistic piece of the Notre Dame Cathedral and the air nearly escaped her, it was incredibly detailed. From the piece of artwork itself, the bluenette envisioned many pieces she could create and rushed to her sketchbook so her ideas could be on paper.

In the end, Damian gave the artwork to her so she could get inspiration whenever she wanted. He kissed her goodbye, since she had school the next day, and went back to the hotel.

~~~

"Marinette! You're going to be late!" Tikki's voice echoed in the bluenette's ears.

"Oh! Thanks Tikki!" Marinette shot out of bed, got changed, grabbed a croissant and rushed out the bakery, eating the croissant on her way. Alya was there waiting as usual.

"Hey girl!" The reporter called out after noticing her best friend, the bluenette waved back.

"Hey Alya!"

"Wow, this is probably the first time you've been early in a long time!" Marinette huffed while they both went to their lockers.

They found the room empty when the two arrived, making it easier to converse. As Alya was about to mention the photo she took of Marinette and the green-eyed boy, the bluenette winced, clutching her chest. The reporter rushed to her best friend's side but the blue-eyed girl ran to the bathroom, Alya followed not far behind. When the girl entered, she found Marinette in front of the sink, double-over with tears of pain threatening to spill. Not knowing what else to do, Alya went over to inspect where Marinette's hand was clutching, presuming that was the source of her pain. It was in the space of her curves, 'Isn't that the...' Alya gasped and looked at Marinette. It was so obvious, why hadn't she seen it sooner?

"Marinette?"

The bluenette looked at her best friend with a look that told her to continue.

"...You're Ladybug, aren't you?"

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