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flightlessangelwings · 16 days

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Jealousy Makes You Taste Good

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader "Cariño"

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Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), jealousy, we meet V's ex, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, riding, feelings, alcohol

Notes- This is written for the @swiftiscruff Pedro Fandom Friendship Exchange! What better way to show love for my friends in the fandom than a Veracruz fic?! And while I'm tagging people I consider my close friends (those who I've chatted with a lot, have my other socials, my number or even met in person), please know that if we interacted even once, I consider you a friend! <3

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The bar clamored with life around you. Veracruz had taken you out for a night of drinking with his men to celebrate their return from another successful deployment. Part of you was disappointed to have to share your comandante with others for the night. But, you also knew it was a part of his duty to take care of his subordinates. Plus, you would have plenty of alone time with him soon enough…

Men laughed around you as they drank to their heart's content. You could tell they were happy to be back home, even if they weren’t gone for too long. Many of them were familiar with you and greeted you with respect, knowing you were the comandante’s woman. Others weren’t bothered by your presence and instead turned their attention to the other ladies who hung around the bar, hoping to get lucky on their night back.

“Enjoying yourself, Cariño?” Veracruz’s voice rang from behind you, his presence hovering from behind you.

You took a sip of your own drink and turned to him, “It’s good to have you home, V,” you replied.

He leaned in close to murmur in your ear, “It is good to be home, Cariño,” he paused as he voice dropped, “And it will be even better later,” he groaned as his hand slid down your body and grabbed your ass.

“Why wait until we get home?” you purred as your tone dropped to match his sultry energy.

Veracruz smirked against your ear as he nipped at the nape of your neck, “Eager tonight, aren’t we?”

“Well, I missed you,” you gave him a fake pout.

He hummed in contentment as he trailed a line of bites along the muscle of your neck. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Veracruz missed the way you moaned under his touch, when you giggled softly as he hit a sensitive spot. Mostly, he missed having you in his arms, and the loyalty you showed him.

But, before he could suggest ducking away so you could welcome him home properly, a sultry voice interrupted with Veracruz’s first name.

You both turned in the direction of the voice, which came from behind him, to find a tall, beautiful woman. Her lips were painted red as rose, her hair was full and luscious, and she stood tall in her red high heels. You had to admit she was stunning to look at, but the awe quickly dissipated when you noticed the way she was looking at Veracruz.

“I thought I recognized your voice!” she exclaimed as she opened her arms for an embrace.

“Rosalia,” Veracruz muttered as he tensed his jaw and gave her a kiss on each cheek, “It has been a long time, chiquita.”

“That is has,” she purred as he looked him up and down, “The years have been good to you.”

You cleared your throat to insert yourself in the conversation, “Comandante, who is this?” you tried your best to keep your tone level.

“Oh,” his eyes went wide as he glanced between the two of you, caught in a rare moment off guard. He introduced you by name first, “This is Rosalia. My…”

“We were together,” she extended her hand to you, “It’s a pleasure,” she addressed you before turning back to Veracruz, “A comandante now, is it?” he smirked, “When we were together he was just a captain,” he hung on his shoulders as she spoke.

“Pleasure,” you replied back, hoping your tone wasn’t as sour as you heard it in your head. Swallowing the bitter taste in your mouth, you tightened your lips together and straightened your back, “I’m going to get another drink. You want your usual, V?”

He nodded, noticing the slight change in your demeanor but chose not to comment on it.

“V?!” Rosalia giggled as you turned and walked away.

You clenched your fist and resisted the urge to turn around. You didn’t want to watch her hang on him any longer, and you certainly didn’t want to hear whatever remark she had for your special nickname for him. Instead, you kept your eyes in front of you as they landed on the bartender. Ordering two of the usuals, you leaned forward on the bartop to force yourself not to look at the beautiful woman who seemed way too interested in the comandante for your liking.

But her laughter rang through the bar and you couldn’t help but snap your neck up and you instantly felt rage boil under your skin at the sight you saw. She practically nuzzled herself into his lap, tucking her hair behind her ear in an obviously flirtatious manner. You were sure your expression was unmistakable from the jealousy that bubbled under your skin, but away from Veracruz, you didn’t care.

Just in that moment, Veracruz glanced up and saw the look on your face. However, instead of a boasting feeling of seeing you jealous over another woman, he felt something else inside him. Instead of feeling proud and gloating that something made his Cariño jealous, instead of smirking at the satisfaction, Veracruz felt a tightness in his chest. He thought it would make a fun game for the night: he would pretend to show interest in the woman he used to be with, you could get jealous, and then you would go home and have the most explosive sex yet. Yet, the feeling in his chest were the completely opposite.

Catching his eyes, you quickly looked away and ordered a shot of something to try and drown out your emotions. You slammed the drink down in one gulp and slammed it down onto the bar before ordering another.

But a voice in your ear stopped you, “Are you sure you should be drinking like that, Cariño?” Veracruz purred.

“V…” you turned around, shocked to find him suddenly next to you and Rosalia nowhere to be found.

“Want to get out of here?” he groaned.

“Yes,” you whispered back immediately, thankful he offered to leave before you had to ask.

Veracruz was always more in tune than either of you realized. And he always knew what was best for his Cariño. And as much as he wanted to tease you a bit on the car ride back to his place, Veracruz found that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. And you sat in silence the entire car ride, lost in your own thoughts.

The moment the door shut and Veracruz locked it, it was like a switch flipped in your head. Before he even opened his mouth, you lunged yourself forward, pushing him against the front door.

“Cariño?” he stuttered, finding himself in a rare moment of being caught off guard.

“Don’t speak,” you hissed as you slipped your hands underneath his shirt.

A fire burned behind your eyes as you massaged Veracruz’s pecs for a moment before you slowly dropped down to your knees. Sensing the change in the air, Veracruz smirked as he watched you settle yourself on the ground and unzip his pants.

“Needy tonight, are we?”

You gave him a glance that had the rare effect of silencing him before you freed his cock from the fabric. “Quiet.”

Veracruz couldn’t even form a response before you had his cock in your mouth. He let out a low growl as you started with a fast and harsh pace, liking and nibbling along his length and taking him into your mouth as hard and deep as you could. His knees almost bucked under him from the fervor you sucked at him.

Heat emanated from your body as you devoured the comandante with fervor. All the emotions that you tried to push down bubbled to the surface as you took his length as far as you could into your throat. Tears filled your eyes as the tip hit the back of your throat but you kept going

Veracruz let out a growl as one hand landed on your shoulder while the other dug into your scalp. His eyes involuntarily rolled back into his head as he felt you suck hard around him. A groan reverberated from deep within his throat as you ran your tongue along his shaft and left a nibble on his tip.

“Ay… Fuck… Cariño…”

You hummed around him, opening your eyes for a brief moment to glance up at him. The inferno burned behind Vercaruz’s eyes as he looked down at you, on your knees before him like you had been so many times before.

Closing your eyes, you went back to work, taking him in as far as you could. You were almost to the point of gagging on his cock, yet you kept going. Where words failed you, action spoke loudly enough, and Veracruz heard clearly. Slurping echoed in the room as you bobbed your head up and down, letting his thickness fill your mouth over and over again.

As much as Veracruz enjoyed being in your mouth, and the obvious jealousy that drove you to act this way, this was not how he wanted the night to end. He didn’t want to fill your mouth with his seed, watching you swallow every last drop as you had done so obediently before. No, the way you acted after his ex showed up spanked something within him. And he wanted to feel you around him while you both came together.

“Cariño,” he hissed through his teeth as he yanked you off of his cock.

You let out a questioning hum as you looked up at the comandante with your mouth wide open. Lines of drool spilled from your lips that still connected your bodies. “V?”

Pulling you up to your feet while you were distracted, Veracruz let out a huff, “Is there something bothering you, Cariño?”

You swallowed hard, melting under his gaze, “N-no…” Not even you believed that lie.

He smirked with satisfaction, “As much as I am enjoying your little outburst, Cariño…” he paused as he leaned in and kissed you without warning. He swallowed the gasp you let out as he savored the taste of himself on your tongue. “Jealousy makes you taste so good, Cariño.”

“I’m not jealous,” you murmured.

“Hmf,” Veracruz hummed against your skin, “Why not show me then?” he bucked his hips against yours, “If you will not tell me… Show me.”

A yelp escaped your lips as you found yourself flung away from where you stood. Veracruz growled in both satisfaction and desire as he captured your lips with his own once more. Heavy breaths were all that was heard over the shuffling of your bodies as he led you into the bedroom. Veracruz only broke away from you to strip both you and him, leaving a trail of clothes to his bed. You surrendered yourself to him, allowing him to take control like you trusted him to time and time again.

As soon as you felt the edge of the bed, you were about to throw yourself down so that he could cover you. But, Veracruz stopped you. Instead he spun your bodies around so that as you both launched onto the mattress, you landed on top of him. He looked up at you with a satisfied smirk as you straddled your legs over his body.

“Show me, Cariño,” he growled, “Show me how seeing her made you feel.”

“V…” you breathed as you found yourself looking down at him. It was not an angle that you got to enjoy often, and it was even rarer that he deliberately chose it himself. Yet, there was something undeniably hot about the position, and you felt yourself clench as a rush of heat pulsed through you.

Leaning forward, you placed your hands on his chest and gave his pecs a squeeze as you rocked your hips back and forth. Both of you gasped as your cunt dragged along his stomach, and Veracruz could feel the slick wetness that you left behind.

“I know this is not what you want to do to me, Cariño,” Veracruz teased as his hands fell to your hips, “I know there is more to you than this.”

You clenched your jaw and let out a soft growl as you shimmied yourself down slightly. Feeling the warmth of his cock under you, you once more rocked your hips along Veracruz’s body. Only this time, your pussy dragged along the length of his cock. As much as you tried to keep yourself from breaking, you couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt the veins of his cock hit your clit.

“V…”

“Come, Cariño,” he squeezed your hips before his moved his hands to your ass and gave it a slap, “Let me see how you fuck when you are jealous.”

Unable to deny the allegation once more, you gulped as you lifted your hips. Moving as if you were in a trance by his words, you sank down onto Veracruz’s cock. A gasp left you breathless as you felt the familiar stretch of his thickness take you inch by inch.

This time it was different, though. This time, you felt more of a comfort in the burn of his cock into you. It was that connection that you craved, that you needed to feel. You needed to feel him around you, to know that he was there. Somehow, Veracruz was able to sense that, and he knew exactly what you needed before you even did.

“V,” you moaned as you started to ride his cock.

You started slowly at first, lifting and lowering yourself as the tip massaged your inner walls over and over again. But, feeling that desperation quickly rise as the thought of someone else doing this for him, something else took you over. You moved faster, bouncing on his cock harder.

Veracruz watched your display with fire in his eyes. Between the way your face twitched in pleasure and watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again, it drove Veracruz wild in the best way possible. And when you slammed yourself down onto him as hard as you could, both of you moaned in pleasure.

You kept yourself close to his body as you leaned over. Instead of bouncing up and down, you rocked back and forth. The feeling of his length hitting your sweet spot combined with the way your clit rubbed against the bone of his hip made you cry out in ecstasy.

“Cariño…” Veracruz growled as he ran his hands up your sides.

In a flash, you suddenly found yourself on your back with the comandante on top of you. His hands never left your body and he never pulled out of you as he flipped you over in a flash with every ounce of strength he had in him.

“Ay! Fuck!” you screamed as Veracruz wasted no time in drilling into you.

He growled a string of curses in Spanish as he pounded into you, feeling your pussy clench around him and your legs on either side of him. Your cries spurred him on just like they did every other night. He even found himself groaning your name as he fucked you as hard as he could.

Your hands dug into his bare shoulders as you felt like you were floating on a cloud. The way Veracruz pounded into you always made you feel weightless, yet clinging to him kept you grounded at the same time. No one ever fucked you like he did, and you knew no one else ever would. From the overwhelming emotions and the way his cock hit your sweet spot over and over again, tears started to fill your eyes.

“V… I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“As am I…” he grunted as he yanked you over closer to him, feeling as much of you as he possibly could.

It only took a few more thrusts of his hips for you both to fall apart at the seams. You came with a loud scream of his name, digging your nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Veracruz leaned forward and bit your shoulder to stifle his own groans as he came right behind you, spilling himself to fill you to the brim.

With one last huff, Veracruz pulled out of you and flopped down next to you. For several moments, neither of you moved; both of you were too exhausted to try. But, it was Veracruz who moved first, rolling over to gather you in his arms.

You hummed contently as you settled into his embrace. You were silent for some time, both to recover and to gather your words. “V,” you finally spoke, “I…”

“I know, Cariño,” he interrupted you, deciding he actually didn't need to hear you say it. It would also mean he would have to admit something out loud that he wasn’t ready to. And that he didn’t enjoy seeing you riled up from jealousy as much as he thought he would…

Instead of pushing it, you just sighed contently and closed your eyes as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

Several moment of silence passed, and as soon as Veracruz was sure you were starting to drift off to sleep, he mumbled, “Cariño, know this,” he took a breath, “As much as you are mine,” he enunciated the last word, “I am also yours.”

“I wasn’t worried about you, V…” you yawned, “I was…” you didn’t even finish your thought before sleep finally took you, and you drifted off with a smile on your face and comfort in your heart.

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omaano · 2 months

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Commander Shred for @clonecaptains I love him, thank you for trusting me to draw him Q^Q

#I love all your clone ocs okay they are such cool little guys Q^Q #my art #commission art #clone troopers #clone oc #star wars oc #sw tcw #that light puple blue makes me so incredibly happy ngl #artists on tumblr #digital drawing #digital art

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crownofdecitreadingrespectfully · 9 months

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TED LASSO FIC RECS

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thesoldiersminute · 4 months

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It's been another hell of a year around this site and I have never done one of these so I thought, now, with the year ending, would be the perfect opportunity. I just want to take a moment to thank and show my appreciation to my lovely mutuals and those who consistently support me. Even if I haven't directly spoken or interacted with most of you, you're the reason this site is still enjoyable and worth the be around. I wish all of you a good ride into the new year. 🥂✨

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lindamarieanson-art · 6 months

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Inktober'23 - Day 28 - Raylan Givens (Happy Birthday, @clonecaptains!)

#raylan givens #timothy olyphant #justified #fanart #digital painting #artists on tumblr #digital art #inktober #inktober 2023 #linda marie anson #taylor I hope I did your man justice (pun intended XD)

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vader-anakin · 1 month

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"Cross your arms"

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writefightandflightclub · 10 months

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Say my name: (Santiago “Pope” Garcia x reader)

Blorbo thought of the day #4

A/n: pwp but with feelings (a dash of fluff and a dash of angst). Blurb. Few hundred words - and I think it turned out pretty well (or maybe I’m just hor-nee 😇😈🤣).

Minors interacting will be blocked. NSFW, 18+ only

GIF by clonecaptains

Santiago is buried in you, holding you still on his rigid cock, strong hands pinning your hips as you moan in frustration that he won’t let you move.

“Can’t behave, mhmm?” He asks breathily as you whine for more friction, a smug lopsided smile with the breath punched out of it inching across his pretty mouth. He bucks his hips up, up, up, in search of the limit deep inside you, the head of his cock pushing against a part of you which is deep enough that it almost feels unpleasant. Almost.

“Santiago,” you plead, voice cracked open by want.

His head is thrown back on the pillow and, even in your state of undone desperation, you feel a dull sense of satisfaction that you’re getting to him, eroding his firm, unerring control. His teeth tug over his taut lips, his curls splaying out as his head writhes back into the pillow. His jaw tips up as he submits a harsh grunt into the air, all for you.

He wants to move too. Needs to.

“Santiago,” you purr, from deeper in your chest this time, more brazen, husky, all frayed edges, knowing how he so loves to hear his name spill so desperately from the lips he so recently plumped with his full, veined cock. From the mouth he’s just been buried in.

His hands claw into the meat of your hips and he struggles for purchase against your sweat-slicked body, which only causes his grip to tighten, divots carved into the forgiving swell of you by his fingertips.

His eyes dance over you, as a low keen cracks in his throat, and you know he wants more.

Only ever more, from you.

He pulls you down on him, still pinning you here and you can’t move, don’t have the will to, your body half boneless already. You can’t rise on your knees but you do cant your hips; ever so slightly, as much as you can, gliding them in a circle so that your walls massage the flushed, throbbing head of his cock where it’s buried all the way in you.

“Fuck. Jesus. Christ.”

His punched-out expletives and praise are like music to you, and so you do it again. The slow drag and tight hug of you making his breath billow in gusts past the circle of his plush lips.

You do it again, and his fingers are giving up, grip slack, his eyes rolling back in his head. Eyes fluttering closed now, until you have him on the brink of losing control…

And that’s it.

That’s when he snaps; because he moves to take it back.

He snaps his hips up brutally, with renewed vigour. Thrusting up into you until the force of it is knocking you forward on to your arms, palms planting either side of his head. Fucks into you, until you’re hinging at the hips, your chest pressed up against him. Skin sticky and salty and slick - with a dash of cool metal slipped between you; but it’s nowhere near as wet as the flood between your legs. The flood of wet as Santi pistons in and out of you, planting his feet to the mattress and folding his knees skyward to better push himself into you, giving you everything.

Your clit grinding roughly against him - against the soft swell of his tummy there and the coarse thatch of hair and fuck-

Oh God.

You’re going…

You need to…

Your head lolls forward, arms folding around his head, fingertips grazing the ribbons of his soft curls and the prickle of his undercut. Your ragged, discombobulated breath settling haphazardly against the column of his throat and his cock fucking into you until you’re practically limp on top of him. As though he is the only thing giving you shape.

You’re right on the edge.

Of yourself.

Of him.

Of everything.

So close to the edge where he’s kept you for so long because he loves to make you need him. Gets off on you needing him so badly, because he’s so afraid. Afraid one day you won’t- need him - and it makes you want to hold him tighter than he’s ever been held and your cunt clenches down on him as though chasing that sentiment on your behalf.

He stutters. Stutters broken syllables and he stutters his hips clumsily up into you as you take him to his own edge.

You hold him. Bury your moans in the apex of his shoulder, sucking on the sweet, salted skin there, marking him with meadows of purple bloom like the flushed head of him which drags against your sweet spot.

And then.

Then his voice is burying itself in the shell of your ear as deep as he’s buried in your heat. In your heart. “Give me what I need, Princesa.”

You will.

You will give him what he needs. Always.

You shove your tongue over his. Still hungry. Always needing more. Always more when it comes to him. You lick the exertion from his lips. The taste of your own arousal. You feel the wetness and the warmth and the graze of his stubble and this divine, building pressure within you.

You would give him anything; and, gladly, you will give him this.

Your pleasure spills over for him - and then, he is spilling into you. Spilling into you as you speak his name whisper soft against his cheek like it is a prayer on a delicate leaf of paper. Dance your fingers over him like he’s your rosary. Confess yourself to him in moans and breath until he’s shaking. His whole body trembling. Fucking himself up into you to fill you, until you’re so full that it’s spilling out around him. Crawling down your thighs, his balls. All slick and full and sated.

“Santiago,” you suspire weakly but full of feeling, in total disbelief as your body continues to convulse with aftershocks. Tasting him like the lingering flood of sweet, full fruit over your tongue.

“Fuck,” he growls, scraping you with his sandpaper jaw as his smooth, supple tongue urgently seeks out yours. “I love it when you say my name.”

He kisses your smile, and he softens inside of you.

So soft.

So afraid to lose control.

So desperate to be needed.

Santiago.

Well. You’ll be desperate for him anytime.

Will always need him.

You’ll even say his name like it’s a prayer, reciting it over and over, until it is indistinguishable from breathing. Until you need him just as badly.

You do.

You have.

He shifts you, gently, slowly - scooping you up and cradling you against his smooth, warm chest as he sighs out every scrap of tension. As he lets himself feel safe with you - and, for him, that is no small thing at all.

And, as he brings your hand up to his lips and he kisses every knuckle in turn, your quickened heartbeat even drums his name.

His name is a prayer, every damn time you say it.

A prayer that he never gets sick of hearing it sound out from your lips; for, after all, you know. Know how afraid he is of no longer being needed.

He is afraid enough of it that he could even run while you still do; need him.

Need him like he’s air.

You have.

You do.

You already do.

And so, maybe, even as he holds you like all of his prayers have been answered…

… it is you who is most afraid of all.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia #triple frontier

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lizmaximoff · 1 year

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JIM HOPPER FIC RECS

An official list of Jim Hopper x Reader and Jim Hopper x OC recommendations (an update from this list).

Fics are arranged by one-shot or multi-chapter, then by rating, and then alphabetically.

This arsenal contains 97 FICS as of 5/14/23.

To see a masterlist of my own Jim Hopper fics, click here.

LIZZIE’S TOP FIVE

Baking for Bang | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - The reader has been pining after the big, handsome Chief of Police since the day he walked into her bakery. Using the wiles available to her – namely her baking skills – she sets out to slowly seduce him, culminating on a wintery day in Hopper’s cabin with a box of baked goods and an interesting confession.

Pain in my Heart | M ( @flamehairedwritings ) - It’s your senior year and your best friend is still a dick. It’s your senior year and your best friend is still an ass. It’s your senior year and your best friend, Jim Hopper, is still trying to get you to help him with his homework.

Popsicles and Water Hoses | E ( @thebackseatofjimsblazer ) - The moment that you had seen what Jim’s shorts looked like with his hard on pressing against his jeans was the moment you realized that Jim could be a friend and a boy. That was also the moment you developed something for Jim you wouldn't be able to describe correctly for a while. Or where you and Jim are spending time together on a summers day after graduation.

Some Legs are Meant to Be Broken | E ( @boogiewrites ) - When Hopper breaks both of his legs, and you’re the newest employee at the station, it means you get recruited to be his babysitter. Would he be as frustratingly difficult to deal with as you imagine?

Hoping for Hopper | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - The reader runs a bar in town and her favorite customer Hopper comes in for a drink. The evening takes an unpleasant turn when a former classmate comes in and stirs up trouble for the reader, making her doubt herself. Hopper steps in to help like the gentleman he is…n’t.

AMAZING HOPPER WRITERS

@bitchinsinclair

@boogiewrites

@empresskylo

@flamehairedwritings

@irrelevantwriter

saltedtears via AO3

ONE-SHOT FICS

Caregiver Prompt | K ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) - N/A

Eggnog and Trees | K ( @darling-i-read-it ) - Request: Since it’s the Christmas season, can you write a Hopper x reader where he’s kinda a grinch and she’s just a little ball of love and light. They’re friends but then on Christmas he confesses or something like that.

At the Lake Prompt | T ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) - N/A

First Date | T ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

Handyman | T ( generallycynical via AO3 ) - You broke your ankle while chasing someone and now you're stuck on desk duty. You complain about your grass needing mowed and the next day, Hopper shows up at your door.

He Seems | T ( @kilyra ) - Running into an ex is always awkward, but when your ex is Hopper, you fully expect it to be awful.

Home is Where the Shitty Coffee Is | T ( underthenorthstar via AO3 ) - You’ve been tutoring Eleven for the year in between the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer. You’ve managed to develop a massive crush on her surrogate father, Jim Hopper, in that time. One late night over cups of bad coffee, things finally come to a head.

Just What the Doctor Ordered | T ( underthenorthstar via AO3 ) - You fall and injure yourself. An overprotective but sweet Hopper takes care of you.

Kisses as a Distraction Prompt | T ( @clonecaptains ) - N/A

Ranking | T ( @psychiatristreturning ) - N/A

Sneaky Chief | T ( @hawkins-hoe ) - A parent teacher conference with the handsome Chief of Hawkins leads to a sneaky dinner date.

Sweet on You | T ( xfandomwritingsx via AO3 ) - You make Jim dress up as Santa for the Christmas party.

Weeknight Take Out | T ( pettifogger via AO3 ) - N/A

Without Filters | T ( adkinsmayo via AO3 ) - You and Hopper have been best friends since seventh grade. You can see right through his bullshit and that’s what he liked most about you. Through every relationship and every shitty situation, you were always there for each other. Now the junior prom was just around the corner and you both planned to keep your childhood promise of being each other’s date. That was until Ginger Peterson came into the picture. You tried not to be mad, but you absolutely were and something was telling you it wasn’t just because he had broken his promise.

Candy Hearts | M ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

Cups | M ( @flamehairedwritings ) - Prompt: Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

Kisses on the Back Prompt | M ( @clonecaptains ) - N/A

Long Time Coming | M ( @xfandomwritingsx ) - You and Hopper finally give into each other.

Sunday Stroll | M ( TheOlderDixonBoy via AO3 ) - You enjoy taking walks in the morning by yourself, but when Jim Hopper starts to drive by and say good morning each day, you begin to truly look forward to them. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re pretty sure Chief Hopper enjoys these meetings as well.

A Very Hopper Birthday | M ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - It’s the reader’s 21st birthday and while out with her friends, comes across her good friend Chief Hopper. Riding high on a little bit of liquid courage, she decides to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, with regards to her crush on Hopper.

Am I Tough Enough | E ( kitten_michael via AO3 ) - N/A

An Act of Nature | E ( @boogiewrites ) - You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your step brothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone? An act of nature?

Behind Closed Doors | E ( @tricksters-captain ) - You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you.

Bloom | E ( @hoppersmut | DEACTIVATED ) - You trust your friend Jim Hopper completely. You’ve asked him to do something for you that no one else will ever be able to do again. You’ve trusted him to take your virginity.

Boiled Over | E ( adkinsmayo via AO3 ) - Hopper’s dominant side is usually his only side. But it rarely ever comes out in the bedroom, he’s always afraid he’ll hurt you. But when it does, Jim is ruthless. But it usually takes you being just as ruthless to get him to lose control. Or in this case, take control. And you know what they say: the heat can make you do crazy things.

Catch Me if You Can, Chief! | E ( My_Name_Is_Nobody via AO3 ) - It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

Caught | E ( @davidharbovr | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Chief Who | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - The reader is new to town and had a mildly awkward first encounter with the local chief of police. Then, come to find out, his car is the one she’s working on and he needs a ride home. Hopper wants to know why she’s nervous, is it all cops or just him? The reader feels obligated to prove she’s not nervous at all and one thing leads to another and somehow they end up against the wall of Hopper’s trailer.

Cherries a la Mode | E ( @alias-b ) - Summer of ‘83. Jim’s having a bad day at work and Lucy shows up to brighten his life. Only if he allows it. A game blooms when they’re alone in his office.

Christmas Miracle | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - You know how to make all the hours of Christmas shopping worth it.

Clodhopper | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - Hopper gets drunk and horny…and hungry…

Come Away with Me | E ( @halfway-happyyy ) - You had the misfortune of marrying one of Hawkins sleaziest men, but when Jim Hopper enters your life, you realize that everything really does happen for a reason, and every choice has a consequence.

The County Fair | E ( @acciosnapes | DEACTIVATED ) - Barbeque grill outs, pool parties and more- late nights in Hawkins, Indiana was never really that dull, especially if you were the mayors daughter. And, especially fun if you were fucking your dads best friend.

Cuffed Up Chief | E ( saltedtears via AO3 ) - Prompt: There are so many fics out there with Hopper in control but like.. What if there was one where the reader has him in cuffs and is just teasing the ever loving shit outta him?

Dad’s Best Friend | E ( @empresskylo ) - hopper is your dad's best friend. you definitely should not be attracted to him. at the very least, he should definitely not be attracted to you...

Do Not Touch | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - A visit to Murray’s house of wonders provides a lot more than you bargained for.

Feral | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - Jim was trapped in the Upside Down. He made it out and back to you. But all that time away without you means it’s only a matter of time before he snaps.

Good Girl, Bad Woman | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - You’ll get this round.

Golden Thread | E ( Verbo via AO3 ) - It’s New Year’s Eve, 1982, and tonight you might actually have a chance to act on your long-standing crush on Chief Jim Hopper.

Green | E ( mrs_squirrel_chester via AO3 ) - You’ve had your eye on Hopper for a while now.

Handyman | E ( Pnutbladdr via AO3 ) - Hopper stumbles across your private drawer of sex toys, and one in particular catches his eye

Happy Drinking with Hopper | E ( @likedovesinthewnd ) - After a grueling work week, you and Hopper decide to blow off some steam at your local dive bar.

Haunted House Prompt | E ( @chiefhopalong ) - N/A

Home Sweet Home | E ( @bitchinsinclair ) - Reader entices Hopper to fuck her by wearing his Hawkins PD jacket.

Hop to It | E ( @sherrybaby14 ) - Hopper arrests you for protesting.

Hopper BJ Fic | E ( @lucifer-in-leather ) - N/A

Hopper Can Have Nice Things, Too | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - A funhouse leads to some fun.

In the Back of the Truck | E ( @crewhonk ) - You and Jim Hopper have some fun in the back of his truck during the Snowball.

Imagine: Riding Jim Hopper | E ( @imagine-fandom-randoms | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Late for A Date | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

Late Night Talking | E ( @laureliciousdefinition ) - You visit Hop on a slow night at the station.

Little Girl/Old Man | E ( DeathBecomesNerds via AO3 ) - After an all-too-adventurous day with Eleven and her friends, Chief Hopper and Eleven's new guardian get a little handsy with each other.

Long Day, Longer Night | E ( @boogiewrites ) - A long day turns into an even longer night after you find yourself alone with the Chief…yet again.

New Year’s Eve | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - Prompt: Character A can’t travel to see their family, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B.

Next Contestant | E ( TheCharleeMonstah via AO3 ) - Prompt: JIM HOPPER IN A BAR FIGHT AFTER SOMEBODY GRABS HIS GIRL'S ASS, BAD MOON RISING PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. SHE IS LIKE 'hopper no-' and he's like 'HOPPER YES' and she ends patching up his cuts and such, maybe a lil smut if you fancy?? ❤️

Not the Fun Kind of Daddy Issues | E ( @boogiewrites ) - Jim Hopper is your ex husband. The fire burned bright but you just aren’t good for each other, you know it. You both try to deal with divorce and trying to raise Jane together despite your differences. Will she end up bringing you back together, or tearing you apart? Or maybe a little of both?

The Main Course | E ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) - Hopper gets stood up on his date, so you decide to make a move.

Make Me | E ( @likedovesinthewnd ) - You’re Hawkins’ finest prosecutor, smart and resourceful, beautiful and cunning. With most of your time spent at the station, butting heads with the Chief of police, what happens when all that tension comes to a head?

Memories Made in the Coldest Winter | E ( bluetriangles via AO3 ) - When your car dies during the first blizzard of the season, an unlikely savior appears in the form of Jim Hopper.

Mouthful | E ( @eleanor-gillespie ) - Literally the entire thing is reader is giving Hopper a blow job. Hopper is encouraging and adorable and has a dirtier mouth than you.

Movie Night | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

The Outfit | E ( @eleanor-gillespie ) - You work retail at the local JCPenney in the men's section. You catch the Chief of Police flirting with a new look... You help boost his confidence.

The Photo Booth | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - You and Hop need more… posed pictures together.

Picture Perfect | E ( @ssahotchswifemain ) - Hopper and his girlfriend make lasting memories together through photographs.

Pursue | E ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) - How far can you push Hopper before he loses control?

Reconciliation | E ( @loveberrie ) - In which y/n and Jim Hopper have recently broken up, but when an incident requiring his presence arises, things may just reconcile.

Role Reversal | E ( @davidharbovr | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Roughin’ It | E ( @glitteringroseangel ) - When Hopper takes off the weekend, The Reader convinces him to go on a camping trip together to help clear his head.

Soaked | E ( @hawkinswhores | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Slippery Hell | E ( saltedtears via AO3 ) - Prompt: Hopper trying to fit in the bathtub with his sweetheart.

Sweet Summer Lemonade | E ( @eupheme ) - You go to Murray’s for some help, you end up with a little more than you bargained for.

Tequila Sunrise | E ( MissFiction via AO3 ) - Jim Hopper encounters an office assistant he's been interested in at his favourite seedy bar and demands her attentions all to himself.

There’s More to Mornings Besides Coffee and Contemplation | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - It’s a special wake up call for our Chief of Police. One that doesn’t include coffee and contemplation.

Three in the Morning | E ( @mikahowl ) - Set right at the beginning of season 1. Reader’s back in Hawkins after graduating from college a couple months ago. As she searches for a more permanent job, she works part-time at the police station. She loves the job, despite the... history between her and her boss, Chief Hopper. A troublemaker in high school, she’s had her fair share of run ins with Hop in the past. But, that’s just it: it’s all in the past. Or is it?

“Too” Big | E ( @bitchinsinclair ) - N/A

Truck Stop | E ( saltedtears via AO3 ) - Prompt: Fucking Hawkins' Chief of police in his truck.

The Upper Hand | E ( @ashlybee ) - working at hawkins police department has it’s perks when jim hopper is your boss, but after a day of you teasing him, he forces you to go to the annual picnic. you haven’t learned your lesson and you continue to tease at the event and hopper puts you in your place.

When It Goes Wrong, It Goes Right | E ( duchess_of_brighton via AO3 ) - Prompt: Where reader tries to make a sexy show for Hopper and it doesn’t go right and she gets embarrassed but Hop comforts her and sexy times ensue…

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS

The Boys in Blue | NR ( MB234 via AO3 ) - Police Chief Jim Hopper was not a man who believed in impossible things. In the pale stark light of the horrifying, awe striking things he’d seen last year, truly the stuff of goddamned nightmares, was it really so impossible that a small, graceful, fucking gorgeous woman half his age could want him?

Moonrise Radio | T ( @whirlybirbs ) - You’re Hawkins high’s new science teacher, faculty advisor for the newly reinstated Hawkins AV club, and crazy townie who overhears a Russian comminucae on a broken ham radio. Chief Jim hopper is into it. Joyce is a good wing-woman and the kids just want to listen the the buggles.

Ours | M ( @alloftheimagines ) - in which the reader saves hopper from the russian prison camp, and after a soft reunion, shares life-changing news: a baby he had no idea existed awaits him in hawkins.

See You Tomorrow | M ( Teadum via AO3 ) - While you’re staying with your sister Karen and her family you meet a certain police chief when he arrives to drop off his daughter.

Slow Hands | E ( @thebackseatofjimsblazer ) - Robin talks you into going out to the bar for drinks and attention, but you meet Hopper & he promises you things no man has been able to give to you.

Coffee and Infatuation | E ( @likedovesinthewnd ) - Hawkins resident grump and messy Chief of police, Jim Hopper makes an unlikely friend on his quest for coffee. His tumultuous past keeps him from pursuing a relationship. But how long before his true feelings can no longer be ignored?

Don’t Call Her Annie | E ( @boogiewrites ) - Annette Horowitz is Joyce’s younger sister. She hasn’t been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove herself. She hasn’t been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she’d thought she’d finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself?

For Your Age | E ( @acciosnapes | DEACTIVATED ) - After graduation, you want one thing, and one thing only. And his name is Chief Jim Hopper. [ PART TWO ]

Homecoming | E ( duchess_of_brighton via AO3 ) - You and Hopper first met when you were both in downward spirals, grieving and lost. For a while, you gave each other solace, but it didn't last. Two years later you return to Hawkins, hoping to make amends and walk away without regrets this time. Funny how life never turns out quite the way you plan it...

Hungry Eyes | E ( adkinsmayo via AO3 ) - You never thought older men were your type. Older men still weren’t really your type. Unless that older man happened to be Jim Hopper. And from the way you two dance around each other in the office, makes you think younger women just might be his type. Or maybe you just happen to be his type.

Looking for the Magic | E ( @alias-b ) - Nothing ever happens in Hawkins. Jim Hopper told himself that when he was drawn back to his hometown after losing everything. Lucy Garland would disagree. The monsters here are just cleverly disguised in fine suits.

Ride Home | E ( @empresskylo ) - you had always thought chief jim hopper was hot. and you knew he thought the same about you, he just tried to hide it because it was wrong–he knew your dad for fuck’s sake… (oh, and you were still in high school.) however, after hopper crashes a house party, you ask him for a ride home. hopper briefly loses his self-control promising to never do it again…

SPECIAL FICS

Santa Baby | E ( @trailerparkgrl ) - N/A (Based on Violent Night)

Three’s Company | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - our coworkers decide to pop in for a late night visit.

#jim hopper #david harbour #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper smut #hopper #hopper x reader #hopper x you #chief hopper #chief jim hopper #stranger things

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lunitawrites · 10 days

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I just want to be passionately fucked by Javier Peña while Smooth Operator by Sade is playing in the background.

gif by @clonecaptains

#is this too much to ask for?#it's his song ok?#javier peña #narcos #smooth operator #sade

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Sweet lies: Chapter 12

pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

summary: Frankie and Andrea finally open up to each other. You anxiously wait to hear the conclusion.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: allusions to sex, but nothing explicit.

A/N: happy birthday, @thevoiceinyourheadx!! hope you have a lovely day and that you enjoy this little piece here hehe❤️

Comments & reblogs are always appreciated 💕

gif: @clonecaptains

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At six p.m., Frankie was in the airport, waiting at the gate as he said he would. Restless, he looked around for Andrea for about twenty minutes, until he finally noticed her figure in the crowd.

As opposed to other times, the smiles they both revealed this time were merely polite. There was hesitance behind them, sadness, nothing like it used to be. They could both feel the tension and the questions that begged to be answered. Their moves were mechanic, their bodies acting solely on muscle memory as Frankie got her luggage, put it in the trunk of the car, opened the passenger’s door for her, and started to drive.

They didn’t exchange many words during the one hour ride. They both knew that once they set foot inside the apartment, once filled with delusional happy memories, everything will come crashing down around them.

They walk through the door, closing it behind them, and they simply stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.

“Do you want to empty your bag?” he asks her, voice hollow, yet heavy at the same time.

Andrea smiles bitterly at him. “No. Not yet.”

Her reply, though simple, informs Frankie of her intentions. She’s not staying, he realizes. This only raises more questions, but if there was ever a time for answers, it is now.

“I have to tell you something,” Frankie begins.

His throat is dry, each time he swallows feeling like sand on paper, but he powers through it.

“What is it?” Andrea asks.

Frankie pauses. The more he looks at Andrea, the more pain washes over him, crashing inside his chest and forbidding him from breathing properly. But he knows he mustn’t go on with this charade, this game of pretend.

In the long run, it’ll be better for all of you. Honesty will prevail, he tells himself over and over again.

“Oh, come on, out with it already,” Andrea rushes him sweetly.

“There’s… someone else. I’m—there’s someone in my life that I—“

Andrea’s face drops, though not by much. There’s not much shock legible on her face, nor anger or anything negative, really, which ticks Frankie off. It’s as if she was already intuiting the words that are crumbling Frankie’s whole being. She takes a big breath, deeply, pulling even further away from him and searching his face, barely even blinking. The answer lies right before her, but it also resides in the pit of her stomach. It’s not that far of a stretch, but she allows Frankie his freedom of speech still. She reckons it’s more important for him to get this out.

“I’m in love with someone else.”

And there they are. Some of the most dreadful and harmful words known to mankind. Yet, Andrea remains unfazed, continuously staring at Frankie. He can’t tell if she’s contemplating what she’s just heard, or if she’s expecting to hear more, so he continues.

“It’s not new. It’s not because of the break. It’s always been there, clawing at my chest, buried at the back of my head and now it’s—it’s only gotten worse. I can’t hide it anymore, I can’t keep doing this to you, to us… it’s not fair. And it’s not who I am. Or not who I thought I was. I’m really sorry, Andy, I really am.”

She can tell he’s in massive distress, but she needs a real, factual confirmation of her suspicions.

“Who are you referring to?”

The question, sharply posed, strikes Frankie as some sort of attempt to diminish his feelings and place the blame on him. The blame he can take, but he won’t have Andrea or anyone tell him that what he feels is wrong. Not when it comes to you.

But Andrea is by no means a vindictive person. No, she feels just as deeply as Frankie does. And right now, she must feel taken aback, surprised, everything in between.

The groaned pronunciation of your name echoes across the room. The silence that follows is deafening, shattering both his and her eardrums, hearts speeding at the highest rates. But it had to be said, no matter how painful or hard it would feel.

And it carries no shortage of either.

“How long have you been feeling this way?”

The question surprises Frankie, tremendously so. She doesn’t sound that shocked at the revelation, which, in a way, makes Frankie feel even worse, though he does carry understanding for the woman he fought so hard to love properly—and subsequently failed.

“Since I’ve known her,” he says. “High school, when we met. I was just a coward and couldn’t tell her that. Mornings, noon, and nights I care about her. It’s… exhausting and painful. I’m so sorry, Andy. I can’t keep acting like all this is okay, like we’re not playing this big hide and seek game.”

“You seemed to be okay with us pretending to be so in love when you thought she was gone abroad and gone out of your life forever. What’s changed now? Just because she’s back in town?”

“No, it’s more than that, it’s…”

Andrea’s tone suggests genuine interest and concern, which throws Frankie off his rhythm for a bit. And it’s in that moment that Andrea comes to realize she may have just exposed herself.

“I was okay with it because I didn’t think she’d—wait a minute,” Frankie wakes up. “What do you mean we’re pretending?”

Andrea falters, gulping and breaking the eye contact at last. She’s almost twitching, tapping her leg on the wooden floor, and then it hits Frankie: a potential reason why she’s been so adamant about his confession, so understanding and calm, and why she’d suggested the breakup in the first place.

A way to confirm his own suspicions and allow both of them peace of mind.

“Is there someone else in your life?”

When she returns his gaze, he sees her eyes teary and blown out, like her worst fear had just become reality. In all honesty, Frankie resonates with that sensation, much more than he’d like his pathetic self to admit.

“Andrea,” he calls out to her. “What really happened at that conference on Valentine’s Day? That’s where it all started.”

“When what started?”

“Please. Don’t make me beg you for a confession. I told you about me. I just want us to be honest with each other.”

A tear rolls down her cheek as she approaches him again, face clearly devastated.

“Would it make you feel better about your doing, Frankie?” she mutters. “Would it make you feel better to hear me confess that I did it, too? You know what they say, two wrongs don’t make a right.”

Frankie frowns, trying to process the information that was just thrown at him, so viciously and yet deeply regretful. Suddenly, a weight is being lifted from his chest, and he can finally feel, though still shamefully so, like a man free to be himself, to be true to his own feelings.

Maybe Andrea will get to feel this way too by the end of the night.

“What happened on Valentine’s Day?” he insists.

Andrea gulps. “I was at a conference, like I said. But I—I wasn’t alone.”

Frankie nods slowly, once, twice, allowing the confession to dawn on him. It sinks in, it becomes obvious, and he feels, oddly enough or not, empathy for the woman before him. He cannot be mad for the life of him. In this moment, he sees both of them crystal clear: two people driven by cowardice in the same way, broken in others, struggling to do the right thing and ending up being miserable because of it.

“I get the feeling it wasn’t just a one-time thing,” he coos.

Andrea shakes her head shyly. “It’s—still going. It was… actually, it was going on for a while before then.”

“How long?”

“A little over a year.”

A boulder crushes Frankie when he hears that. He starts to pace around the living room, looking back at all the wedding plans they’ve been doing, all the otherwise happy moments they shared, when he thought they could at least connect on a physical level—only to have it all shattered as an illusion.

But it doesn’t make him as mad as he thought he would be. Matter of fact, it makes him feel relieved, though saddened by the lengths they had to go to in order to find an ounce of real happiness.

“With whom, if I can ask?”

“Someone from work. His name is Mark. It just happened one day in the break room. A kiss. And then it… escalated.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with the concept.”

Seems the two have more in common that they thought, though not in the most socially acceptable way.

Frankie exhales, realizing that this might still work in both their favor if they play their cards right. That way, you won’t get the blame and it could all be circumstantial.

“So that’s why you wanted the break,” he concludes.

“He asked me to move in with him and—I panicked. I thought a break from us would help me view things more clearly, and it just messed them up even more and… I’m so sorry, Frankie. So sorry. I was… freaking out, finally realizing the magnitude of this mess and I thought it might be better… but then Mark started to beg me to end things, to do the right thing and make a choice and—“

“I know.”

“You do?”

Frankie shrugs. “The four of us have a lot in common by the looks of it.”

Andrea reaches for his hands, holding onto them like they’re a life vest.

“I never, ever wanted to hurt you,” she breaks down. “And like I told you back then, this had nothing to do with you. It’s me and all my fears and insecurities and desperate attempts to please my parents. Still. Like I’m the same little girl who’s afraid of their expectations and the pressure they’re putting on me. It’s not fair and it’s stupid, I know that.”

“But then… why insist on having the wedding back on? All of your messages said ‘we gotta make this work, no matter what’. What was the plan? Get married and you get to sneak around and shack up with Mark from work?”

Frankie acknowledges his accusatory tone, but this time he can’t help himself. He’s genuinely curious how Andrea planned to handle things.

“Because we were supposed to be the splitting image of happiness, you and me,” she replies apologetically. “The couple everyone is in awe of.”

“But it’s not the right thing, for either one of us. I doubt it would’ve worked this way. Being married and yet being madly in love with other people. Not for us, I mean. Maybe for others, but not for us.”

Frankie exhales slowly, rummaging the words. He can’t fully place the blame on the girl he was thankful for having in his life, nor can he condemn her for being in love with someone else. For all he knows, the other guy is the right choice for her.

If you love two people, choose the second one. Because if you were really in love with the first one, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.

“Looks like we found real happiness elsewhere,” he concludes. “I really am sorry, Andrea.”

“So am I. Especially for dragging you into this whirlwind of insecurities projected by my family. This is my shit to handle, always has been. Never yours. Like you said, it’s not fair.”

“I thought I was this good, honorable man who would never cheat, but—“

“You are a good and honorable man. We were separated. I’m the cheater here, not you.”

Time stands still as he listens to her sharp words, the confession finally spilling from her tongue and out in the open.

“Can I tell you something though?” she asks. “I kind of suspected something was going on. Or rather that it might happen.”

Frankie freezes. Had he really been that obvious and careless?

“Whenever we were out, all of us, I saw the way you looked at her. The way you looked at each other. The way you’d hesitate to even hug her or be near her. A little too much struggle if you ask me. And I know because… well. I’ve done the same thing with Mark. And I knew it because you never really looked at me that way. So… blindly in love.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

Another moment of silence. Andrea lets go of his hands, and Frankie feels the finality in the gesture. It all feels ultimate, at long last, freeing and shocking and painful and everything else in between.

“Obviously, this does sting,” Andrea says. “Neither one of us is that insensitive to not acknowledge that it does hurt. It’s been eight years, after all. Eight years since we’ve known each other, five years since we went out the first time. But you don’t have to carry this blame with you for the rest of your life. I am the one to blame.”

“But I—“

Andrea shakes her head. “You did nothing wrong, Frankie. Remember that. We don’t choose who we fall in love with. If it was a voluntary choice, we would’ve already been happily married.”

Frankie chuckles in embarrassment. He stares at the floor, still reeling into the guilt that’s been eating at him for the past few weeks.

“Do you love her?” she asks abruptly. “I know you’re in love with her, but do you love her?”

“I always did. It wasn’t just a hookup or a fling. I sucks to hear this, I know… but I have to say it, or I might never be okay again.”

Andrea nods, thus encouraging him to go on.

“It’s always been her,” he states. “And I think… I think her showing up here again means I got a second chance to do things right by her. To make it up to her.”

Andrea smiles. “Then make it up to her. Be there for her in all the ways you’ve always wanted to. Make it worth all of this madness.”

“I will.”

Frankie goes to hug her, both breathing properly for the first time in years.

“I’m really sorry,” Andrea mutters from his shoulder. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“I haven’t acted honorably at all. And it’s not because I don’t love you, because I do. It’s just—“

They separate, and Frankie gives her a sympathetic look.

“It’s not the same,” he finishes.

Her smile is bittersweet as she confirms, “It’s not the same. I’m so sorry, Frankie.”

“It’s okay. Like you said… we don’t choose our feelings. But I do love you.”

“I love you too. If my parents desperately wanted me to get married to the greatest guy they could ever meet, I’m glad it was you.”

He smiles flustered. “Thanks. Wait, so… what do we do now about the wedding? Your parents are gonna be pissed.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. It’s time I stand up to them, stop them from controlling my life and my decisions.”

“We gotta cancel it.”

“Well, unless Mark decides to propose within the next three weeks, I’m guessing we do have to cancel it, yeah.”

“Fingers crossed for the proposal then.”

They both chuckle, getting a renewed sense of friendship rather than loss. There is still mutual respect between them, a love that feels rather platonic more than anything else. At the end of the day, they realize that, while it might’ve been a messy affair, they do care about each other, enough to be honest and support each other.

“Do you love him?” Frankie asks while Andrea fumbles with her bag. “This Mark guy.”

“Is it bad to say that I really, really do?”

Frankie huffs, amused. “Not at all. I get it.”

“Oh, thank you, by the way.”

“What the hell for?”

“For having the guts to do what I couldn’t. I know firsthand it’s not easy, all that internal struggle, the sleepless nights… thank you for having enough courage for us both.”

She hugs him again, swinging the bag over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go stay with my cousin till I figure this whole thing out and uh… I guess I’ll pick the rest of my things over the weekend.”

“You can stay if you want.”

“I believe you got one more thing to do tonight. Don’t keep her waiting.”

Andrea leaves, which reminds Frankie of said thing he has to do. He grabs his phone and keys in a haste, and gets in the car.

It’s almost ten p.m. and you’re in your pajamas, on your second glass of red wine. Your mind won’t stop playing various scenarios of Frankie and Andrea and how their conversation might go. You picture it going both ways, and it’s maddening to not know anything. You resist the urge to text him anything, in spite of your raging curiosity. They need their privacy for such a tough conversation.

A knock on the door distracts you. You express your displeasure through a loud huff, but you go to open the door regardless, only to be left breathless at the sight.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi.”

Frankie’s face is rather radiant, but you still refuse to hope for anything just yet. You can’t bring yourself to feel happy till you hear him say explicit words.

“What are you doing here?” you ask absentmindedly.

“I talked to Andrea.”

You draw in a big breath, holding it in, longing, aching.

“And?” you can barely bring yourself to ask.

He steps in, cupping your cheek and causing your whole body to tremble.

“I told you,” he says, nearly breaking into a smile. “It’s always been you.”

You finally exhale, the sound breaking into tiny little gasps as you stare at him. He goes in to hug you, holding you tight into his arms, and you close your eyes, feeling your eyes teary with happiness. It is so overwhelming that it nearly knocks you out.

You cup his cheeks, memorizing every little detail of his face in excitement, clinging onto him with a neediness you didn’t realize you had in you.

“How did Andrea take it? What happened?” you ask.

“It was… tough, but it’s over. She was very understanding. Apparently she’s been going through the same shit we have.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you still cup his cheeks and his hands are wrapped around your waist.

“Seriously?” you ask, stunned.

“Yep. She’s been with this guy Mark for over a year.”

“Damn. How did you take it?”

Frankie huffs. “I was pretty surprised myself. But I really couldn’t blame her or be mad. We talked things through and we agreed to call off the wedding.”

“I’m sorry.”

Frankie nearly bursts into laughter. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I just… I feel responsible for turning your world upside down and causing a wedge between you two.”

“You didn’t do that, Hermosa. It would’ve been far worse to actually go through with it and then discover she’s dating someone else.”

You nod in agreement. But you also can’t deny the effect that his pet name has on you, fire spreading through your bloodstream. The sudden sensation of his hands on your waist are driving you insane; that mixed with the red wine in your veins, dangerous combination.

But for the first time, you won’t have to hold back. You won’t have to do anything in a rush, to bite down your tongue to not scream his name, and you won’t have to hide anything.

“Are you okay?” you check.

“I love you,” he tells you instead, pecking your nose.

You smile, your heart so full it might burst out of your chest.

“I love you. So fucking much.”

“So fucking much.”

You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him in and leading him to your bedroom. You take the time to feel his lips over your skin, to feel his strong hands knead your flesh, to feel his hot breath in between your legs and to feel him inside you, moving with fervor.

For the first time in your life, you allow yourself to love Frankie Morales unapologetically and freely on that warm May evening, and so does he.

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