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narumi-gens · 1 year ago

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Drunk Mind, Sober Heart

Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader

summary: They say that drunk words are sober thoughts. Unfortunately for you, that means Atsumu is about to find out about your big, embarrassing secret.

warnings: pure fluff, reader is a drunk mess, mention of vomiting and alcohol, husband!atsumu, established relationship, you and atsumu are simps for each other

notes: we’re back on the haikyuu train! I’m actually not sure if I like this but just wanted to get it out of my wips since it was already 75% written.

words: 1.2k

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Atsumu hadn’t left you alone for long, just long enough to grab his phone charger from the nightstand. He was gone for a minute, maybe two. What could go wrong in a minute?

Apparently a lot.

You’re still in the same spot that he left you. You’re still curled up on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. You’re still clutching tightly onto the pillow he gave you to keep you from being too uncomfortable on the hard tile.

But when he left, you were completely passed out, drunkenly snoring and giving him a short break from “rubbing your back and making sure that you’re throwing up in the toilet and not on the floor” duty.

Now, you’re sobbing loudly into your pillow as you lay in a puddle of water, having knocked over the uncapped bottle he had set aside for you.

The sight instantly has him panicking, dropping his charger onto the counter and kneeling down next to you in the puddle. He picks up the bottle and sets it aside, not that doing so is much use considering most of the water is now on the bathroom floor.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he tries to gently shush you. “What’s wrong? Do ya gotta puke again?”

It seems to be the wrong question to ask because it only has you crying harder.

“Baby, it’s okay,” he assures you, running his hand soothingly up and down your side.

“S’not!” you wail and Atsumu finds himself impressed by his own sense of hearing to have been able to comprehend what you’re saying through your sobs.

“Yeah, it is. C’mon, it’s alright,” he says, still doing his best to try and talk you down. “What’s wrong? Let me help.”

“No!” you continue to protest, burying your face even further into your pillow. Your sobs have devolved into loud, pathetic hiccups. “Don’t wanna tell you. S’embarrassing…”

“Ya don’t gotta feel embarrassed!” he says. “At least ya puked in the bushes and not in the Uber. Yer ahead of me on that one.”

“No! S’not that!” you argue, looking up from your pillow to give him a pitiful glare that makes you look like an angry kitten. Atsumu is overcome with the urge to grab his phone so he can take a picture but knows that it would send you into another fit of sobs.

“Then what is it?” he asks patiently and you flop onto your back, your head resting on your pillow as you frown at the ceiling.

“M’embarrassed,” you sniffle, tears continuing to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, about what?”

Your features scrunch together unattractively before you cover your face with your hands.

“I’m so in love with you that it’s embarrassing!” you cry, your voice muffled, and Atsumu is at a loss at your…confession. It takes a moment before he knows how to respond.

“…we’ve been married fer two years,” he says slowly, his eyebrows furrowing together. “I would hope ya love me.”

“You don’t get it!” you whine, dropping your hands and doing your best to sit up and face him, although you end up needing to rest your entire weight on the toilet. “It’s like I have this huuuuge crush on you.”

He can feel the grin threatening to break out across his lips and quickly bites down on the inside of his cheek before it can. Instead, he reaches out a hand to affectionately play with the ends of your hair only for you to weakly slap him away.

“Sometimes when you send me a text saying you love me, I squeal into a pillow,” you softly tell him through sniffles, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “And sometimes I just look through my pictures of you and get all flustered.”

The grin he was trying so hard to hold back begins to peek through and he has to slap a hand over his mouth to hide it. Thankfully, you’re too drunk to notice.

“And it’s so embarrassing to be such a mess in front of my crush,” you pout before wiping your messy face with the back of your wrist, not that it really does any good.

“Ya don’t gotta feel embarrassed about any of it,” he repeats with a fond look. “If anything, this makes me love ya even more.”

Your expression finally seems to soften, your drunken angst beginning to fade into something much more shy.

“Really?” you ask through another sniffle.

“Yeah, I promised to love ya in sickness and in health, didn’t I?” he smiles and you giggle.

But before he can make a dumb joke about drunkenness being the worst kind of sickness out there, a look that he’s become only too familiar with over the last few hours crosses your face. You rush to turn away from him and he’s back on “rubbing your back and making sure that you’re throwing up in the toilet and not on the floor” duty.

The next morning sees you doing better, but not by much. The lights in the apartment are all off and the blinds on all of the windows are closed. The only source of light comes from the tv, which is quietly playing some trashy reality show that’s ostensibly about selling real estate but is actually about who’s sleeping with the owner of the brokerage.

The duvet from your bed is wrapped around you like a burrito as you’re laid out pathetically on the couch with a sports drink clutched tightly in your grip like a lifeline. You’re grateful that Atsumu keeps so many of them in the refrigerator and you swear to yourself that you won’t make fun of him anymore for how much space they take up.

You’re roused from wallowing over your pitiful state when you hear the front door opening and you slouch further into the couch. But when Atsumu finally appears around the corner, your face lights up as you see that he’s proudly holding up a takeout bag coated in grease stains.

“I got ya just what the doctor prescribed,” he grins and you sit up as best you can with the blanket wrapped so tightly around you.

“Oh, you’re a godsend,” you moan as you grab the bag from his hands. You open it and happily inhale the scent of the burger and fries inside.

He preens at your praise and lifts your legs so that he can sit down beside you before setting them down in his lap. You’re too busy shoveling the fries into your mouth to even care. But after a few minutes, you feel his gaze on you.

When you look up, you freeze at the sight of him watching you with big heart eyes and a wide, dopey grin.

“What?” you ask him through an unattractive mouthful of half-eaten fries.

“Nothin’,” he shrugs. However, the look on his face says anything but and your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Just, I heard from a little birdie that ya got a pretty big crush.”

Your hand pauses in mid-air, halfway to shoving another handful of fries into your already full mouth. Atsumu’s grin grows wider at your reaction.

“Y’know, I got a pretty big crush too.”

All you can do is mutter in embarrassment what he thinks is, “shut up,” but sounds like “shha amph,” as you refuse to meet his gaze and Atsumu feels his crush on you growing bigger, even as he laughs obnoxiously in your face.

#tw vomit #tw alcohol #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #mel writes #drunk mind sober heart

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akutasoda · 1 year ago

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Hi. I love your blog and the way you write so I thought I should request. Could you please write scenarios with Atsushi, Akutagawa, Ranpo, kunikida and mushitaro? Reader and character “hate” each other(like enemies or rivals to lovers) and frequently argue over anything because “they just can’t stand each other” (but it’s actually so they can talk to each other cuz they’re too prideful to confess) but later either reader or character end up confessing? (All separate of course) reader is female or gender neutral you can pick.

In Atsushi’s scenario reader is part of the guild or port mafia and fought against atsushi at one point and is mean to him and that’s why they hate each other but reader ends up liking atsushi and tries to be nicer to him and they make a truce and then atsushi likes reader.

In Akutagawa’s scenario reader is part of the agency and akutagawa hates reader and tried attacking them but dazai told akutagawa not to and that’s how they end up getting close cuz they can’t fight anymore but it’s hard to confess cuz reader is too prideful and akutagawa doesn’t know how to confess and thinks reader still doesn’t like him romantically

In ranpo’s it’s a pride thing because reader is another super smart detective (obviously not as smart as Ranpo but smart enough to challenge ranpo’s ability) so her deductions often clash with ranpo’s and they somehow both end up being right? Ranpo loves how smart reader is but because he’s so prideful he thinks he’ll never confess but ends up doing it anyway

Mushitaro: another prideful thing, I’m not sure what to come up with in this one, maybe mushitaro and reader are competing on looks? Mushitaro is very vain I think, so they’re like “I look better and attract way more women than you” and then they’re both like bro you do look attractive😳idk

Kunikida: hates how reckless and sarcastic reader is and reader is nothing like his ideal woman but ends up falling so hard for her

so sorry if this is too long of a request you can cut out mushitaro’s and kunikida’s part if it’s too long and you don’t wanna do them. Have a great day and stay hydrated!❤️

i can't believe you sometimes

synopsis - if you two hate each other so much why do you still hang around the other?

includes - atsushi, kunikida, ranpo, akutagawa, mushitaro

warnings - reader's gender is stated in each section, fluff, enemies to lovers, wc - 1.4k

a/n: ty! i hope you too have a great day and stay hydrated :)

atsushi nakajima ★↷

- gn!reader is a guild member

when you had first been told that you would be heading to japan you weren't particularly happy. sure you understand that it was buisnees or whatever it just seemed unnecessary for all of you to go. but the plus side of that was that lucy was going with you.

lucy was one of the only people you could stand in the guild and a genuine friend. not too long after the guild had ended up in yokohama you had ended up against one of the agency members, you think his name was atsushi not that it mattered that much.

the fight was cut short as your attention was needed elsewhere so you simply bid the weretiger farewell and left abruptly. it seems if you were to re encounter the weretiger you wouldn't mind finishing the fight.

however it was under quite different circumstances. after the guild's less than desirable defeat, lucy had informed you that she was offered a job at a café by the agency and that she requested for you to have the same option. and in honesty you weren't too happy in the guild do you took it as it also meant you could still keep in frequent contact with her.

this was where you yet againmet with atsushi. if it wasn't your job to serve him you sure as hell would of not given him his order. which is when your little rivalry continued. and for some time at that. until eventually you started realising from how he talked with his fellow colleagues that he seemed to be a genuinely nice person.

maybe he deserved a second chance. and atsushi noticed you slight change in behaviour and soon realised not long after that you weren't too bad yourself and eventually a truce wad formed. only for the benefit of having to see each other often. nothing else.. right?

maybe you weren't that bad and maybe you were slightly intresting to him. this truce seemed to bring about a new found intrest in not only becoming friends but something more. but neither of you could bring yourselves to actually confess your feelings but one day maybe one of you would build up the confidence.

doppo kunikida ★↷

- fem!reader is a agency member

sometimes he thinks that there could be no-one worse than dazai during work. that was until you joined shortly after. it was like his perfectly crafted hell. you had passed the entrance exam flawlessly, your skill was admirable he would admit but your sarcasm and reckless behaviour really made his opinion on you dwindle.

he often found himself trying to lecture you on your behaviour but you simply didn't listen. he just wished that you toned down a bit a work. eventually you had decided to give him some lecturing, more like teasing. you, like dazai, found some entertainment in teasing the man with thousands of ideals.

this just made him hate you even more, not that you cared. you found his expressions quite cute it made ot all worth it. and eventually kunikida started feeling a weird sensation whenever he talked to you.

he ignored them for the most part, i mean you barely ticked any of his ideals for a woman so it couldn't be a crush of some sorts right? but if not, why did he sometimes blush when he watched you do something stupid or simply from seeing you?

eventually he started to realise that he did infact hold a small crush for you. and when he realised he fell even harder. maybe he should start by getting closer to you afterall maybe he wouldn't mind becoming closer to you affter all. they do say opposites attract.

ranpo edogawa ★↷

- gn!reader is a agency member

never in his entire career among the agency would he of considered someone that could actually compete with him on the same level. sure dazai had came close some times but when you came into the picture it came as a very big surprise.

somehow, in ways that baffled him, you were able to challenge his abilities as a detective. he still took pride in the fact that he was still actually smarter but this was the first time someone came to the same or similar conclusions to his and be correct. and not only did he see it as a rivalry but he saw you as someone worth talking to.

not only were you nearly as smart as him but you two had similar interests. it often became a competition between you two within case's to see who could reach the conclusion first and sometimes he would just to find out that you discovered more details that he missed.

but somewhere along the line he started feeling something more for you. everytime you rebutted against his deduction to add one of your own he couldn't help but smile and blush ever so slightly.

but his pride got the better of him. he was still the best detective, if he wanted to be with you he could wait until you confessed to him. that was if you liked him back. but eventually he realised you knew and were leading him on, waiting for him to admit it. and so he did.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

- gn!reader is a agency member

he didn't really care who you were at first. just another agency member that he would eventually have to deal with. that was until you two did end up in a fight while you were out on a different mission and had ended up crossing paths with him.

seeing as this wasn't part of your mission you just wanted to defend yourself long enough to escape or until your coworker returned. you didn't know what his problem was with you as you never have encountered him before but he just seemed to really want you dead. maybe it's just because you were an agency member.

whatever the reason, not too long after your coworker showed up and stopped the fight. just akutagawa's luck for your coworker to be dazai. and of course dazai had simply teased him about being so eager to fight someone and made you two sign a truce to not fight as maybe you two would get along. you wanted to punch him.

and so everytime you ran into each other all you could do was glare at each other and ignore the other. he couldn't disregard what dazai had told him to do. but eventually you seemed to be put on missions that collided with seeing akutagawa. you were starting to think this was on purpose.

akutagawa however had started feeling something that his sister had told him was a crush. but what does he do now? gin had told him that normally crushes would confess to each other but what if you didn't like him back? even if he did how would he confess. he'd rather save himself the embarrassment.

but little did he know you had realised yourself that you had started feeling things aswell. but a slight flaw of yours was that you were quite prideful. you didn't want to be the one to confess and be rejected. maybe dazai would have to give a final push.

mushitaro oguri ★↷

- gn!reader is a friend of yokomizo

he quite simply found you annoying to be around. the only reason he actually still hung around you was because you too were a dear friend of yokomizo. and if he held you in high regard he guess he had to tolerate you.

he simply couldn't stand how you actually could stand up to him and be somewhat nearly better than him. nearly. like what do you mean you had a better ability than him? no one could compete with him but you somehow insisted you could. he had tried to ask yokomizo what he saw in you as a friend but he just laughed at him and told him that maybe if he got to know you he would find out.

and with a slight heavy heart he took his friends words to heart and tried to talk to you to understand what made yokomizo want to be friends with you. what he didn't know was that it would leave him with the desire to be more than friends.

but for know all you two could argue about was either looks or abilities. more specifically looks as you both threw petty comments at each other he started realising that maybe you weren't that bad looking and if maybe you weren't so harsh to him you would be quite nice to be around.

and maybe to you, he wasn't that bad looking. if you looked past that stuck up attitude and got to know the real him maybe just maybe he might be quite the nice boyfriend. maybe you two would be a perfect match.

#x gender neutral reader #x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x female reader #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro x reader

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years ago

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strawberry wine - joel miller x fem!reader

before - part four

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it’s almost the end of the summer, and everything is about to change.

a/n: pls don’t yell at me too much (also for full effect, listen to Still by Noah Kahan - it came on while I was writing this and I burst into tears….)

word count: 4.5k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, unprotected p-in-v, oral (m and f receiving), intense sex, confessions and hard conversations, I apologize but for the sake of the plot we must persevere!

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You’re not expecting the knock at the door.

It’s nearly three weeks now, since your night at Joel’s house. The following days were nothing short of blissful, keeping up your almost-daily coffee routine, stolen kisses in the hardware store, another dinner at a different restaurant after Joel swung a job that paid him nicely. You took him to the movies, sat in the back corner of the dark theatre and let him stick his tongue down your throat when your minds started to wander away from the screen. When he could, he stopped by in the morning to drive you to work, picked you up on his way home when your schedules matched.

Your meeting Tommy comes as a surprise; he followed Joel into the store one day, the pair of the arguing about something or other. Joel had stopped short when he spotted you at the end of the aisle, and you hadn’t notice the brothers standing there until Tommy loudly declared, “That’s her! Isn’t it? That’s gotta be her!”

Before you really knew what was happening, you were being swept up into a bear hug, nearly lifted off your feet with the force, and meeting Joel’s sympathetic eyes over his brother’s shoulder.

“Tommy Miller,” he introduced himself after putting you back on your feet. You shook his hand with a laugh, offering your own name, and he grinned broadly. There was definitely a resemblance between the brothers, Tommy’s hair a few shades darker, his shoulders not as broad, his face handsome in a different way than Joel, but handsome all the same. “I gotta thank you, honey,” he told you, still gripping your hand with both of his. “My brother has not been able to shut up about you, never seen him so happy.”

Over his shoulder, you saw Joel go bright red, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tommy.”

“Am I wrong?” his brother shot back, tugging on your hand and tucking you under his shoulder. You just laughed, resting your hand against his back. “Not that I blame you, brother. She’s just as pretty as you said.” He looked down at you with a broad grin. “You are very pretty.”

You sputtered on another laugh. “Thank you, Tommy.”

Joel glared at his brother. “Go find the plaster, would you?” he grumbled, and grabbed for you, tucking both arms around you and shoving at his brother’s shoulder.

As soon as Tommy disappeared into the next aisle, Joel glanced left and right to make sure the coast was clear, and then his mouth covered yours, a hot kiss that had your toes curling in your shoes. He crowded you up against the paint cans you’d been rearranging, curling his hands along the edge of the shelves while you cupped his face in your hands, scratching your nails through his beard.

“My stupid fuckin’ brother,” he grumbled in your ear, and you giggled when he kissed your neck, teeth nipping slightly. “Spillin’ all my secrets.”

“He seems sweet,” you replied, giggling harder when his hands pinched at your ribs, tickling you. “Joel!”

That had been a week ago, and you’re standing in the kitchen, musing over the moment, your heart still racing over the phone call you’d received when you got home, when you hear the knock. Your mind is a mess, a slur of memories and whispers and feelings.

You school your face into something happier than you’re feeling when you open the door, a bright-eyed Joel Miller standing on your front porch, his truck idling by the curb, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

You nod wordlessly, grabbing your cellphone and your keys and walking out of the house, locking the door behind you. He gives you a soft kiss before tugging you down the porch steps, fitting you under his arm, fingers toying with the shoulder of your — his — shirt.

“I’m never gettin’ this back, am I?”

“Not on your life, Miller,” you reply, forcing a grin.

He chuckles quietly as he opens the passenger door for you. Your eyes dart to the backseat as you get in, the bench seat piled with pillows and blankets and a six-pack of beer.

“What’s all that?” you ask, gesturing towards the back as he gets into the driver’s seat. A broad grin spreads across his mouth as he shifts into drive, pulling away from the curb.

“Some place I wanna show you.”

You’re both quiet as he drives, your hands linked together on the gearshift, the Led Zeppelin cassette you’d bought him playing low over the truck’s speakers. Your eyes wander; the dark sky ahead, the blur of streetlights and traffic lights as he takes you out of the suburbs. Joel turns the truck away from the city when he reaches the highway, the bright lights giving way to telephone poles and occasional houses, sprawling farmland and wide open spaces.

Your gaze always seems to come back to him, the way his eyes are glued to the road ahead, the way he occasionally lifts your links hands and kisses your knuckles, the way he hums along with the song that’s playing. It does nothing to ease the ache in your chest, and you slump sideways a little, leaning your head on his shoulder as he drives.

It’s a long time before he pulls down a dirt road, trees lining either side for about a mile before cutting off, revealing giant fields, dotted with trees. He stops the truck in a large clearing, the wheels kicking up dust as he hits the brakes, cuts the engine. “C’mon, darlin’.”

You’re speechless as you slide out of the truck, your gaze immediately pulled upwards. The sky is dark and bigger than you’ve ever felt it, a perfect ombré from black to navy to a lighter shade of blue towards the horizon. The moon hangs bright above you, a perfect crescent shape smudged with a few clouds in an otherwise clear sky.

And the stars.

The sight makes you cover your mouth with your hands, your eyes wide and lined with tears as you stare up at them. You’ve never seen so many of them, the light pollution from the city always blocking most of them out. But here? You can see every single one.

You almost jump when Joel comes up behind you, slipping his arms around your waist and tugging you back against his chest. He pecks your cheek softly before straightening, resting his chin on top of your head and staring up with you. “Really is somethin’, isn’t it?”

“Joel, it’s beautiful,” you whisper, leaning back into him, revelling in his warmth. “How did you find this spot?”

“Tommy told me about it, actually,” he murmurs, his mouth against the crown of your head. “Told him I wanted to bring you somewhere special and he brought me out here. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring you.”

You shake your head slowly, unable to pull your eyes from the night sky, a new star appearing every time you blink. You can make out different constellations, the North Star, the few planes dotting the atmosphere.

“C’mon,” Joel whispers, squeezing you softly. “Let’s get comfy.”

It doesn’t take long, the pair of you gathering the pillows and blankets from the backseat and piling them into the truck’s empty bed. You sit quietly for a while, Joel cracking open a beer for each of you, you sitting between his spread knees, leaning back against his chest.

You’re half-sure he can hear the way your breathing shakes, see the way your hands twitch when he threads his fingers with yours. You chew the inside of your cheek until it bleeds, the beer making pain spark the inside of your mouth, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in your chest, the heaviness that’s set up shop.

You have to tell him.

You turn to look at him, but before you can get a word out, he’s kissing you, diving his hand into your hair, pressing his mouth to yours. You can’t help but sigh into it, sinking into the delicious warmth he offers, the taste you’re trying to commit to memory, the feeling of safety and comfort that always seems to find you when he’s around.

“Joel, wait, I—” you start, but words tumble out of his mouth before you can stop him.

“I’m falling in love with you,” he says, his voice soft, a low rumble that seeps into your chest, doubles the ache that’s already there, the happy-mixed-with-sad that lines your eyes with tears. He sees them, you know he does, because he adjusting himself instantly, your face between his hands, swiping the tear from your cheek as it falls. “Baby, what’s wrong? I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I have to tell you something,” you murmur, your voice cracking on the words, and your heart nearly snaps in two at the expression on his face, the furrowed brow and the concerned glint in his eyes.

You applied for the internship in Boston fresh out of college. One of your professors recommended you for the position, you did the interview before moving to Austin, and when you hadn’t heard back after a few weeks, you let yourself forget about it, content to spend your summer with your family, to figure your life out later. You still had time; you didn’t have to get it all figured out yet.

But then…

“They called me today,” you tell him, sinking back as his hands slowly drop, leaving your skin tingling where he’d been touching you. “They had a last minute opening, someone backed out, and they said it’s mine if I want it. I…” You trail off, shaking your head, dropping it back on your shoulders and staring up at the beautiful sky he’s shown you. “I don’t know what to do, Joel.”

When you finally find the strength to look at him again, you’re surprised your heart doesn’t burst from your chest. He has his fist pressed to his mouth, other arm resting on his knee, his eyes boring into you. There are tears in them, his lashes clumped together beneath his eyes, and you bottom lip quivers.

“I never expected you,” you say quietly, feeling another hot tear slide down your cheek. “I never anticipated coming here and meeting you, falling for y—”

He cuts you off, his hand flashing out and curling around the back of your neck, pulling you into his arms. You go willingly, collapsing into his chest with a sob, curling your hands in the fabric of his t-shirt. You stay like that for a long while, Joel rocking you side to side, one hand rubbing shapes between your shoulder blades. Face pressed into the curve of his neck, you cry until the collar of his shirt is soaked, the unfairness of it all crawling up your throat each time you think you’re okay.

Finally, you get the question out. “What are we gonna do, Joel?”

He tugs on your hair lightly, making you tilt your head back against his shoulder, so he can see your face. The streaks of wet on his cheek makes you whimper, reaching up and rubbing your thumb through the trails. “We’re gonna keep doin’ what we’re doin’,” he tells you, his mouth twitching as he scratches his nails against your scalp. “We’ve got the rest of the summer, right?” You nod, fresh tears filling your eyes. “And then you’re gonna go to Boston. I won’t let you throw this away, baby, not for me.”

“Joel—” you start to protest, but he quiets you with a soft kiss, thumb pressed to your cheek.

“No, baby,” he murmurs, lifting his jaw and kissing your forehead next. “It’ll be okay. Won’t let you go until I have to, you hear me?”

He stays true to his word.

The rest of the summer is spent in each other’s company, every chance you get. You go to bars with him and Tommy some evenings, spend more nights in the bed of Joel’s truck, staring up at the stars. He keeps up appearances at the hardware store, still kisses you with the same insistence he had before you told him about Boston.

There’s something different between you, you know. A sort of anticipation, both of you waiting for the other shoe to drop, but adamant to enjoy the time you have left. There are evidently more tears, but Joel does his best to kiss them away, and you let yourself get a little lost in him, refusing to count the days, just savouring every moment you have.

You meet Sarah accidentally. You thought Joel had said six, he thought seven, and when you knock on the Miller’s front door, you’re more than surprised when Sarah opens the door, her head cocked to the side, eyes that are a dead ringer for Joel’s peering at you.

“Who are you?”

Joel appears behind his daughter a moment later, balking at you slightly as he puts a hand on her shoulder. “Honey, this is my…” He pauses, searching for the right word.

You stick out your hand, offering it to Sarah, along with your name. “I’m a good friend of your dad’s,” you say, the word making you want to cry, but you school your face into a smile. “You know the hardware store down on Main Street?”

Sarah perks up, her eyes shining up at you as Joel moves her to the side to let you in. “Next to the ice cream parlour?”

The next smile you have is genuine. “That’s the one.”

She warms up to you quickly, talking a mile a minute, insisting she show you her soccer trophy and disappearing up the stairs to go get it. Joel grabs your hand once she’s out of sight, tugging you against his chest and kissing your cheek. “You didn’t have to say that,” he mumbles, and you knock your forehead lightly into his. “I could have—”

“No,” you reply, shaking your head. “It’ll just confuse her; I don’t want that.”

He nods, agreeing with you, but the sadness in his eyes makes your chest ache.

“Here it is!” Sarah declares as she bounds down the stairs, the gold trophy shining in the kitchen light. You and Joel nearly spring apart, and you gasp as animatedly as you can.

Tommy arrives a half hour later to take Sarah, and you nearly fall over when she throws her arms around your waist, hugging you goodbye after Joel pecks her on the head. “Bye!”

“Bye, Sarah,” you say, and as soon as she’s out the door with Tommy, you sink into the kitchen chair, putting your face in your hands. Joel sinks into a crouch in front of you, a warm hand on your knee, rubbing a slow circle.

“Baby,” he murmurs, and you collapse forward, throwing your arms around his neck.

“I don’t wanna go,” you tell him.

It’s tomorrow. Your time is up, the summer almost officially over. The lease on your new apartment in Boston starts at midnight, and you’re leaving late in the morning, the two-day trek to your new city already making you anxious. Your stuff is already packed, a few boxes already loaded into the truck of your car, proof that this is actually happening. But knowing you’re leaving him? That hits harder.

“I know, darlin’,” he drawls in your ear, a crack to his voice that makes you sob. He puts both arms around your torso, and your legs wrap around his middle, ankles locked against his back. You keep your face buried in his throat as he lifts you, hands under your ass as he turns towards the stairs, carries you up them.

You stand in the centre of his bedroom a moment later, chewing at your thumb as he walks to the window, pulls the drapes until just a sliver of sunlight fits through them. The sun is already starting to set, the days growing shorter, and the thought of winter in Boston, winter without Joel to keep you warm, brings fresh tears to your eyes.

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to cup your jaw as he comes to stand in front of you, catching your gaze and holding it. “Don’t think about tomorrow, yeah? Just be with me. Please?”

You just nod.

It’s slow, slower than you’ve yet to have him. Clothes come off a piece at a time, hands mapping out bare skin as soon as it’s revealed, mouth pressed to the curves of bones and the slopes of muscles. You memorize the pattern of his freckles, the smatter along his neck, the few that dot his cheeks. He holds you in his arms, kisses every inch of your face, catching your tears on his tongue, murmuring softly to you that it’s okay.

That he loves you.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he told you, a few days after you told him about Boston. He was holding your hand, the two of you cuddled together on his couch, his thumb rubbing your knuckles. “I don’t expect you to, or anythin’, I just…I just want you to know.”

But you couldn’t stop yourself from saying it then, and you can’t stop it now. It bubbles up out of you, want and need and desperation heavy on your tongue as you hold each other. Passion hangs in the air like electricity, sparking brighter with every move you make.

You revel in every single moment, when he spreads you out on his bed, the mattress familiar beneath you, you commit it to memory, the way he looks between your knees, the bulk of his frame, the way his hair is messy from your fingers, the way his eyes stay glued to yours as he touches you, rubs his thumb over your nerves, laves his tongue over your heat.

You return it in kind, pushing him down on the mattress after he’s made you cum twice, once on his fingers, then again on his tongue. He groans when you push his thighs wide, making a home for yourself between them, nipping at every bit of skin you can reach. He locks both hands in your hair when you take his cock in your mouth, fingers curling around the bit you can’t fit. The salty taste of him is welcome, and you refuse to let up, letting him hit the back of your throat, bobbing your head until he’s cumming down your throat, hot and thick.

You catch your breath for a few minutes, crawling up his body, hooking your knee over his hip as he holds you, kisses you, brushes the hair from your face. “My pretty baby,” he murmurs, and you do your best to ignore the twinge in your chest, “beautiful girl.”

It’s not long until he’s hard again, your kisses and moans and touches bringing his body back to life. He pulls you on top of him completely, pushes himself into you. You grip the headboard with both hands, sighing when he leans up and bites at your nipple. He starts slow, his hands on your hips guiding you along him, the feeling sparking up your spine just this side of not enough.

“Tell me, baby,” he grunts at you, one hand dropping slightly, giving you a light spank that makes you jolt, clenching down on him. “You want it harder?”

“Yes,” you beg, breathing his air as his pace slows almost completely. “Joel, baby, please.”

“C’mere.” He pulls at your arms, yanks you down until you’re chest to chest. Then he plants his feet on the mattress, one arm around your waist, the other banded around your shoulders, hand in your hair.

He fucks you hard, hips pistoning up into you, slamming his cock deep, hitting against that gummy spot that makes your entire body quake. You’ve never cum as hard as you do, your entire body going completely taut for one blinding moment, your blood turned to flame in a drawn-out instant. He nips at your lips, up your jaw, nibbles at your earlobe.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ made for me, weren’t you?”

You nod frantically, your eyes hazy, every single one of your nerves prickled with pleasure as he keeps hammering into you. You don’t want this to stop, it can’t stop, please don’t ever let it stop—

A flash, and you’re flipped on your back, his cock still pressed so deep you can feel it in your throat. You grip him hard, nails digging into his hips so hard you’re half sure you’re going to draw blood, but he doesn’t seem to care. He just keeps going, bracing one arm over your head, mashing his mouth to yours as he drives into you, his brow furrowed.

You feel him shudder, feel that spread of warmth through your lower half, hear him murmur your name. Feel your heart shatter into a million pieces when he kisses you softly, drags the tip of his nose against yours, murmurs those three words again.

Neither of you move, for a long while. You stay there, him still pressed inside you, your legs spread around his body, your arms folded around his neck. Soft kisses are shared, quiet sweet nothings traded until your eyes fill with tears again.

“It’s okay, baby,” he tells you, catching your tears on his thumb, pressing his mouth to your jaw. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You’re starting to wonder who he’s trying to convince.

“Tommy agreed to take Sarah for the night,” Joel tells you when you return from the bathroom, one of his t-shirts covering your upper half. “So you can stay,” he pauses, rubs his hand up the back of his head, “if you want to.”

You throw yourself back into his bed, curling around him. “Of course I want to.”

Your eyes blink open the next morning, and the dread sinks in completely.

Joel’s breath is hot on the nape of your neck. He’s sprawled on his back, one arm extended beneath your head. You turn immediately, curling into his side, pressing your face into his neck. “Mmm,” he grumbles, putting both arms around you, turning his mouth against your forehead. “Your nose is cold.”

“You’re just warm,” you grumble back, kissing his throat, letting your hand roam his chest, over his stomach.

You rub your palm across his hips, and he groans, lifting his hand to bury it in your hair. “D’we have time?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep, and you lift your head, bleary eyes squinting at the alarm clock.

“Yeah,” you tell him, settling back against him. “We have time.”

He makes love to you. Every moment is a slow drag, the complete opposite of the fast and rough you’d had the night before. But somehow, it’s exactly what you need, feeling him deeper, holding him closer. You’re memorizing every moment, every rise and dip to his outline, the way his mouth tastes, the way he moves.

You don’t want to let go, but you know you have to.

You make breakfast together, toaster waffles and coffee, sat at his kitchen table with quiet conversation. After you’ve eaten, you get dressed, stealing another flannel from his closet, a light blue with white and grey. “You stealin’ more of my clothes?” he asks, coming up behind you, kissing the side of your neck.

“I’ll give the other one back,” you reply, doing up the buttons. “Gotta take a little piece of you with me.”

“Keep ‘em both,” he murmurs against your skin, squeezing your hip. “They’re yours.”

You stomach is in knots as you leave Joel’s, as he drives the short distance from his house to yours. Your arms are wrapped around one of his, your face pressed against his shoulder. “All your stuff packed?” he asks, and you nod, biting back the tears that are already starting to form. He parks at the curb, cuts the engine, and lifts his arm, letting you slide under it, bringing you close to him. He kisses your temple, inhaling deeply, and you just sit there for a while, arms wrapped around each other, breathing slow.

It’s slow, as you get out of the truck. He opens the door for you like always, and when you’re reluctant to get out, he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the seat, letting you wrap your limbs around him as he lifts you out. He sets you on your feet on the curb, his brow lifting as he turns back to the truck. “I have somethin’ for you.”

You let out a little laugh as he reaches into the backseat and produces a silver baseball bat, a bright red bow wrapped around the handle. “What’s this for?” you ask, unable to stifle your giggles as he hands it to you.

“Boston’s a big city,” he mumbles, lifting a shoulder. “Keep it by your bed or something, just in case.” He reaches out, fingers on your cheek. “Keep yourself safe, yeah?”

You swing the bat lightly, a quick flick of your wrist. “Thank you.”

He blushes a little, opening his arms again when you lean the bat against the truck, stepping back into his embrace. You bury yourself in his chest, arms tight around his waist. “I’ll try and visit,” he says into your hair, inhaling lightly. Tears spring in your eyes again; you appreciate the sentiment, but you don’t expect him to drive cross-country, not when he has Sarah and his life and his job. And you know he couldn’t afford the plane ticket.

“I’ll be home at Christmas, hopefully,” you whisper back, and he nods.

“Call me when you get there?” he asks, and you lift your head to look at him. “And when you stop for the night.”

“Yes, Joel.”

“Don’t let those corporate assholes work you too hard and…” His voice drops, and you lift a hand to cup his cheek, your thumb riding edge of his beard. “Don’t forget about this, please? About us.”

“Can’t do that,” you tell him, a sad smile on your lips. A memory buzzes in the back of your hand, the two of you stood opposite sides of the counter at the hardware store. The worry of rejection crawling up the back of your throat when you’d boldly offered your number, when you told him you could just forget what had happened. Can’t do that.

“Maybe someday…” he starts, trailing off and you just nod, repeating his words.

He kisses you then, both arms tight around you, his mouth warm and tasting of toothpaste and that mistakable Joel Miller taste you know you won’t soon forget. He kisses you until you’re not quite sure where he ends and you begin, but you don’t care. You’re half sure your parents are watching from the window, but you don’t care.

It’s a long time before either of you pulls back, holding on as long as you possibly can.

“Take care of yourself, baby,” he mumbles in your ear, and you squeeze your eyes shut, holding him as tightly as you can.

“You, too.”

And then, two years later, nearly to the day, the world implodes.

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phoenix761fics · 11 months ago

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Getting Mouthy

Much longer ago than I care to think about at this point, I hit 400 followers on my main blog and decided to celebrate by taking smut requests. I wrote three and posted one before the huge ass block that shut me down for years settled in for real. She's not active anymore, but the lovely lovely kitkat-589 requested Murphy MacManus and dirty talk. I held off on posting in the hope I could finish a few more pieces and make it a proper event, but finally setting it loose sounds like a much better idea.

Pairing: Murphy x reader

Summary: Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth

Word count: 1100ish

Tags: language, teasing, dirty talk, Murphy MacManus is a little shit

The crowd at McGinty's was loud and rowdy, but Murphy leaned in closer so she wouldn't miss a word. "Ye look fuckin amazing," he whispered, smiling as she giggled at the way his breath tickled her skin.

"I barely cleaned up after work," she argued as she gave him a playful shove back over onto his own barstool.

"Ye cleaned up just fine, love," Connor assured her on Murphy's other side. He winked at her as he tapped ash off the end of his cigarette and leaned against the bar. "Ye know ye always look lovely ta us. Now, this fucker, on the other hand…" He jabbed an elbow into Murphy's ribs, and Murphy smacked him over the back of the head in retaliation.

"Just fine," the dark-haired twin scoffed. "Fuckin jackass. Ye're a lot more than 'just fine.' Ye're the finest fuckin thing I've clapped eyes on, an that's a fact."

"How drunk are you, Murph?" she asked with a smile.

"Not even close." He finished off his beer and Doc replaced it without a word, but he hardly noticed, focused as he was on the woman beside him. "So...fuckin...beautiful," he said, and he leaned forward to bury his fingers in her hair and pull her close for a long kiss. She melted into it with a sigh before he drew away again and added, "If we weren't at this fuckin bar, I'd already have ye outta those clothes an beggin me ta fuck ye."

"Murphy!" The admonishment was in a sharp whisper, but her pleased smile belied her reprimand.

"Aye," he went on, "it's true. Been hard for ye since ye walked in here."

"Ssh!" She glanced at Doc, the closest potential eavesdropper, but he had already moved down the bar. "What if someone hears you talking like that?"

"Fuck em. What if we sneak off ta the bathroom an lock the door, an I eat yer pussy til ye're moanin my name? Ye think they'll hear us then?"

She made frantic shushing gestures with her hands, her expression caught between scandalized and aroused.

Murphy edged his barstool closer to hers and wrapped an arm around her, and she was tempted to take him up on his offer by the way he bent his head to her neck and kissed, bit, and sucked at her skin. "Christ, love," he murmured, "the things I wanna do to ye…"

"Lord's name, Murphy," she reminded him. She glanced over at Connor, watching them from his place on Murphy's other side, and he merely shrugged at her with a look that said he'd be in his twin's place already if Murphy hadn't beaten him to it.

"Not ta worry, lass, there's always confession." Murphy's hand slid under her shirt, palm warm against her soft skin as he moved to the small of her back and drew her closer. "An speakin a which," he added softly, "I need ta confess…" His mouth moved up along her neck until he could whisper directly into her ear, "I haven't stopped thinkin about how fuckin good it feels when ye come on my cock since the last time I had ye."

"Murph, that was last night."

"Aye, an I've been thinkin about it ever since."

"You need a hobby."

"Shaggin the livin daylights outta ye is my hobby."

"You need another hobby."

He had all but pulled her into his lap, and she braced with a hand against the bar as he leaned in for a kiss, lips and tongue still tasting of Guinness. "If no one was watchin…" he murmured.

"They are," she reminded him, though she couldn't say if she really cared anymore.

"I'd strip ye bare a little at a time," he went on, "and taste every inch of ye as I did, until I could get ta that beautiful pussy…"

She felt dizzy just listening to him and imagining him doing everything he was saying, or maybe Connor as well, because he still hadn't taken his eyes off her and Murphy.

"I'd tease ye open with my tongue," Murphy continued, pausing to kiss her again and run the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, "then I'd get a proper taste of ye, an ye'd be so sweet I couldn't help but devour ye."

Her breath caught in her throat, and she shifted slightly on the barstool. God, she was wet…

"I'd suck yer clit until ye squirmed, and fuck ye with my fingers, but I wouldn't let ye come right away."

"Why not?" she asked. She probably knew the answer, but the way he was talking, he might as well say that, too.

"I'd get ye close," he answered, lifting his hand to trace her mouth with the tip of his thumb. "As close as I dared, over an over again until ye're ready ta rip me fuckin lungs out for teasing ye."

She nodded and bit her lip as she tried to ignore the needy ache in her cunt. "Yeah?"

"Aye. An just when ye couldn't take anymore, ye know what I'd do?"

He was killing her… "What would you do?"

He leaned in closer, his eyes piercing into her. "I'd get the fuck outta my clothes as fast as I fuckin could, an I'd ask ye…"

"Yeah?"

That gaze was so intense…

"I'd ask ye, between me an Connor, who do ye think has the bigger cock?"

Connor burst out laughing.

She stared at Murphy, rattled by the conversation and blindsided by the sudden turn, then she turned back to the bar. "Doc!" she called. "Murphy needs to close his tab!"

"What?" Murphy asked, brow furrowed. "What the fuck for?"

"Because," she answered as she looked him over, "you and I are going to get out of here and go home, and I'm going to wind you up and drive you batshit fucking crazy, then leave you hanging until you've had a taste of your own medicine."

"I've warned ye, Murph," Connor chimed in from the stool next door, "ye keep teasing the lass the way ye do, it'll bite ye in the arse."

Murphy glanced between his brother and their lover, his stunned expression nearly comical.

She leaned in and combed her fingers into his hair to pull him close enough to whisper in his ear, "You still want a taste of my pussy, right?"

He swallowed audibly, and she could have laughed at how quickly the tables had turned. "Aye," he answered, "I do."

"Well, then." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and slowly walked away. "You better come get it."

Murphy only hesitated another moment before he paid his tab and hurried after her to leave Connor sitting at the bar, watching after them and shaking his head. He'd give them some time alone before he headed home. She deserved her revenge, and Murphy had earned some payback.

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fuckyeahficrec · 2 years ago

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Superbat (Clark Kent / Bruce Wayne)

I will add more in a near future

Please, give me suggestions for this blog and submit your own fics

These are listed by size - wordcount

This might as well happen - by NoLifeOnMars - Rating: Mature - Words: 1227

Summary: We all know that one tumblr FMK post, this was written ages ago but I wanna post it now,

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Bruce wanted to die, or at least that's how watching the Justice league play fuck marry kill felt.

Damn Superman for suggesting Bruce Wayne,

Damn Superman for getting the leaguers drunk enough to play fuck marry kill,

and Damn Superman for describing Bruce's ass like it was a piece of art in front of him!

I’m Freaking Out, Clark. - by piratesquared - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 1511

Summary: Bruce Wayne learns of his own feelings for Superman. They hit him like a train. He is not chill about it on a roof.

Space cellmates - by BoredomBeckons - Rating: General - Words: 2393

Summary: Superman is kidnapped by aliens whilst conducting an interview as Clark Kent. He feels guilty about the poor civilian who got caught up in this mess with him.

“Mr Wayne. Please take this seriously.” “I take everything seriously Superman. I’m Batman.” “Look, it’s obvious you don’t believe me…” “I do believe you.” “…but I really am Superman, and I want you to know that whatever happens I will do my best to protect you.” “Since your powers are being hindered it seems to me that I’ll be the one protecting you.” “Right,” Clark sighed, not bothering to argue. “Because I’m Batman.” “Sure.”

Citrus - by elizabethgee - Rating: Explicit - Words: 2855

Summary: He’s being grumpy— he knows he is— but for some reason he can’t stop. Maybe it’s the crowds of people with their too strong perfumes and whispering, plotting voices. Maybe it’s the fact that he sticks out amidst the royalty of Gotham with his plain clothes and worn shoes. Maybe it’s the man leaning against Bruce— touching him, and laughing in his ear, and giving him bedroom eyes… // Wherein someone flirts with Bruce, and Clark gets jealous.

Leap of Faith - by Arwriter - Rating: Not Rated - Words: 3472

Summary: Bruce knows this is how things will always go. No matter what he does, no matter how good he tries to be, no matter how safe he might feel for a few precious weeks, it will always come back to this.

It's his fault, anyway. He should have known better than to make Superman so angry.

Baser Instincts - by Batsymomma11 - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 3602

Summary: Clark and Bruce aren't exactly together, but they aren't exactly...not either. Clark finds himself struggling with a vicious jealous-streak when it appears he and Bruce aren't on the same page.

part of the job description - by soetry - Rating: Explicit - Words: 3620

Summary: Clark attempted to flatten his hair and adjust his pants before he looked up, arching an eyebrow. "Do bodyguards usually do that?"

Where Clark is working undercover as Bruce Wayne's bodyguard and Bruce reaps the benefits of it.

[it’s not] obligation - by TheCourtSorcerer - Rating: Explicit - Words: 4053

Summary: He raised a gloved hand to grab Clark’s chin and tilted his own head back, looking down his nose at the Kryptonian. He pitched his voice lower when he spoke again, voice more of a murmur than anything, “I’ve wanted to help you for a very long time—” Clark took a sharp, aborted breath. “—so, tell me what you need, so I can.” A moment passed in tense silence, before Clark slumped down, his shoulders sagging.“You.”

When Clark discovers a new part of his Kryptonian biology and runs away to the Fortress without a word to anyone, Bruce tracks him down to help him through it.

All It Takes is a Nudge - by gaysandberries - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4060

Summary: Bruce Wayne has a new lover -- or so Clark Kent thinks. Things at the Watchtower just got a hell of a lot more awkward.

In which Batman tries to protect Superman, and Superman keeps misunderstanding.

how to confess your love, as written by clark kent - by scarletazure - Rating: General - Words: 4106

Summary: 1. Take a step back. Be rational for a moment, and take stock of the situation. If you truly think that you are romantically in love with this person, you should tell them. However, it is important to consider the gravity of your words—ask yourself if there’s a realistic chance that they love you back. Realistic? Well, you’ve never done realistic all that well anyway. The head and the heart, Gotham and Metropolis, shadow and light, yin and yang; that’s a role reserved for him, not you. The idealist. The optimist.

In other words: Clark Kent writes a WikiHow article on How to Confess Your Love to Your Best Friend (who also happens to be Batman).

Rainy Days - by Mawiiish - Rating: General - Words: 4197

Summary: He nearly drops his jaw at the sight that greets him. He expected- well, he doesn’t really know what or who he expected but Bruce Wayne hauling himself through his window soaking wet was not it. OR: Clark's been hurt in a fight and Bruce Wayne - not Batman - shows up at his bedroom window.

Packing Nonstandard Equipment - by susiecarter - Rating: Explicit - Words: 4590

Summary: Caution: handle with care. The unexpected and unlooked-for (but not, in the end, unwelcome) complexities of banging Clark Kent.

Injuries - by Lord_Izhan04 - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 4934

Summary: Clark did not usually meddle in other people's affairs, except in four cases:

- The person in question explicitly asked for his help.

- It was part of his job as a reporter.

- It was part of his job as Superman.

- Or Clark simply noticed that the person needed the help, even if they didn't ask for it.

The last case was related to Bruce Wayne, of all people. He hadn't expected to see him so wounded underneath his expensive suits, almost in a way that was unbearable to the human body. The last thing I expected was for Batman to be the cause of those injuries. Clark, with all the pain in the world, had to put a stop to it. The League was going to make a mockery of this for a long time to come.

All About The Little Things - by candlelight660 - Rating: Explicit - Words: 5154

Summary: Bruce sighs, which is more of a moan than an exhale, and uses all of his force to grab Clark’s wrist. It would bruise sourly on others but it is just pressure for Man of Steel. At least that’s what Bruce thinks. Clark, on the other hand, must be thinking something else.

Clark has a thing for Bruce's strength. That's it, that's the whole fic.

Bruce Wayne doesn’t get jealous - by Mawiiish - Rating: General - Words: 5207

Summary: Bruce Wayne does not get jealous. Even if he did, it wouldn't be over Clark. They're friends, nothing more. So why does he feel like screaming every time Clark mentions Lois' name? See, it’s not that Bruce doesn’t get where Jay is coming from. He is not the first of Bruce’s children to point out that Bruce has a certain… soft spot for Clark. Even Bruce is willing to admit it himself; Clark is his friend. His best friend. A good man, who cares for his family and Bruce’s too. Someone who would do anything Bruce ever asked. Clark is Bruce’s best friend, who just so happens to be dating Lois Lane.

Bruce Fucking with the JLA - by littlegh0st - Rating: Not Rated - Words: 5403

Summary: Bruce finds endless amusement in using his public Brucie Wayne persona to mess with JLA.

Or, Bruce and Clark's developing relationship as seen through snapshots of Bruce being a little shit.

all these love lines are taking shape - by fishfoods - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 5543

Summary: Clark's stare drops as soon as he sees the flowers, his expression shifting towards something Bruce would call both confusion and endearment. "Are those-" Clark pauses, eyes flickering back up to meet Bruce's. "You brought me roses?"

(They're not so good at the whole relationship thing-but they're trying. And that's what counts, right?)

Peculiar Perks - by IcedLemonade - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 5949

Summary: Clark has always been different from humans. Why shouldn't he be? He's an alien after all, one of the two remaining kryptonians in the universe. Apart from the very obvious differences (laser eyes, unbreakable skin, etc.), Bruce has come to notice a few other subtle yet baffling characteristics of Clark over the course of dating him. This is a collection of some moments where Bruce seriously doubts his sanity because his boyfriend is an alien and does weird alien things. Sometimes on accident, other times just to annoy him for fun.

All of You - by Leo_Our_Queen, Trinket - Rating: Explicit - Words: 6562

Summary: Clark has been hiding something and Bruce is determined to get to the bottom of it. But once Bruce learns what it is, he just can't help himself from invading Clark's privacy. The whole ordeal leads to serious confrontation but an understanding revelation.

don’t push me (cause i’m close to the edge) - by LinguisticJubilee - Rating: General - Words: 7539

Summary: Kara huffs out a breath in frustration. “Every Kryptonian has a heartsong. And they’re beautiful, but when you listen to one on its own it feels like something is missing. It’s like...they have something like this too, right?” She gestures outward impatiently, and Bruce forces himself not to flinch at her casual use of they. “Only they have words written down instead.”

“Soulmates,” Clark says, his voice strained.

The word hits Bruce like a bullet through the lung. He keeps his face perfectly relaxed, his heartbeat calm and regular, as he realizes (too late, he's always too late) that he should have expected this all along.

Alright - by Big_Gay_Bitch - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 8220

Summary: When Batman sets off his emergency beacon after being late for a meeting Superman gets worried, but when he and a few others head into Gotham to see if they can help the run into a vigilante they've never met before. What is he doing in Gotham? Where did all these other vigilantes come from? And, more importantly, will Batman be okay?

fewer mysteries in the world - by soetry - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 8457

Summary: “Don't you still need to pick a date for the wedding?” grumbled Bruce.

“Pick a date?” said Clark cheerfully. “I was planning on taking you.”

Banana Muffin - by Mawiiish - Rating: General - Words: 8856

Summary: Bruce is poisoned at yet another gala and he calls for the only person he can trust enough to get him to safety, secret identities be damned. So why is he being taken away by some stranger and where is Superman?

Bruce frowns and tries to focus his swimming vision. Something isn’t right. This isn’t the bright blue and red he’s been mentally preparing for. The material is all wrong and it feel scratchy brushing against his skin. Superman’s suit isn’t scratchy. It’s smooth and comforting to touch; whatever he’s touching isn’t. This isn’t Superman, this is that stranger and his weird suit. It’s- it is- “So ugly,” Bruce mumbles at the offending greyish brown fabric he’s got his cheek pressed against.

Traditions tricks and turkey - by somagni - Rating: General - Words: 9282

Summary: Every year Bruce Wayne and his family participate in the turkey trot a charity run that raises money for the Gotham youth center. It's been a few years since Clark has gone to cheer his friend on. Somethings never change, somethings should.

Dilectus Meus Mihi - by Mithen - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 10934

Summary: Clark Kent has lost all his memories of being Superman, and Bruce Wayne must retrain him in the use of his powers. But his super-powered identity isn't all he's forgotten...

how to preform an exorcism (five easy steps!) - by soetry - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 10956

Summary: “Bruce,” Clark finally said, brokenly. “I love you.”

Oh no, thought Bruce. He's possessed.

Fake Empires - by copperbadge - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 11730

Summary: Bruce Wayne can't possibly be as dumb as he acts, and Clark Kent isn't as ordinary as he appears.

Human - by JustAJellyfish, nabawrites - Rating: Mature - Words: 11966

Summary: Clark is tired of watching Bruce walk around in pain. So naturally, he does something about it.

I only want you - by Mawiiish - Rating: General - Words: 13034

Summary: Bruce discovers a passion of Clark's that he never expected and now he can't stop thinking about Clark's hands in his hair. Good thing his stylist is on maternity leave. He's a creature of habit, he can't just find another stylist to fill in; he doesn't trust strangers - what's a poor billionaire to do?

Bruce can’t stop thinking about it though. He tries to get rid of the entire Clark-cutting-hair phenomenon, but it becomes an obsessive thought in his mind. He dreams of Clark’s hands in his hair, sliding down his neck, scratching at his scalp and while it is nowhere near the dirtiest dream he’s had of Clark, he still wakes up hard and wanting. The humiliation should be punishment enough, but of course it doesn’t stop there. When has Batman ever done anything half-heartedly?

The Benefits of Optimism - by 1863 - Rating: Explicit - Words: 14560

Summary: It's a noteworthy week when getting body-swapped isn't the most surprising thing that happens.

Talk Science To Me - by profoundalpacakitten - Rating: Explicit - Words: 15011

Summary: Clark has a problem. A can't-have-sex-because-of-his-indestructible-body problem. Bruce has yet to encounter a problem he can't fix by applying enough brainpower to it.

a lot - by susiecarter - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 15299

Summary: Bruce and Clark deal with kryptonite, get a coffee, are undercover, share a bed, face off against some tentacles, have feelings about holograms, and dream together.

Or: six times Superbat didn't quite happen, plus the time it finally did.

kissing, kissed - by susiecarter - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 16300

Summary: Bruce and Clark work together, make use of x-ray vision, maintain an unexpectedly necessary pretense, get the better of magic, get the better of "science", buddy-breathe—and then, finally, kiss.

Or: six times Bruce and Clark kissed for ~reasons, plus the first time they did it just because they wanted to.

Beneath The Mask - by Mawiiish - Rating: Teen and Up - Words: 22303

Summary: Clark attends a masquerade where a handsome stranger saves him from a handsy lady. The handsome stranger isn't a stranger at all, although he acts like it. Bruce Wayne flirts with him like they don't know each other, but Clark would know that chin anywhere; would know that heartbeat from anyone else's. So why is Batman really flirting with him?

Relinquishing Control - by foxyk - Rating: Explicit - Words: 25508

Summary: Superman worries that if he lets go he'll injure his partner. Batman knows better.

Batman worries that if he lets someone else in, he'll hurt them. Superman knows better.

AUs (Alternative Universes)

Fade Into a Dream - by rotasha - Rating: Mature - Words: 17105

AU - Soulmates

Summary: Bruce Wayne has always known he’d end up with Clark Kent. He knows because Clark Kent shows up in his dreams.

Bruce and Clark’s soulmate relationship, told through their shared dreams.

Series

Lightning and Time - by Mithen - Words: 9697 - 2 Parts (Both Teen and Up)

losing you - by starshotplagues - Words: 22336 - 2 Parts (1 is Explicit, 2 is Mature)

unofficially official - by Tootired4life - Words: 26422 - 15 Parts (1, 8, 11, 12, 14 and 15 are General, the rest are Not Rated)

#clark kent/bruce wayne #superbat #superman/batman #clark kent x bruce wayne #superman x batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #superman #batman #dc comics #dc entertainment #dc fic rec #superbat fic rec #fic rec #fic recommendation

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melonminnie · 2 years ago

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first request on your blog! quite excited :)

I would like to request cassis (from the way to protect female lead older brother with a f! reader) who is trying to a find a way to confess to his crush? it’s okay if can’t do it though.

- @lyomeii

Everywhere at the end of Time ( Cassis x fem reader!)

- ahhhh! TYSM for requesting I rlly like your works so I was happy!!! I tried my hardest to make at accurate to the request so I’m sorry if this is disappointing

Cassis stared at the otter on his desk for what seemed like forever, he earlier that day decided to confess his feelings to someone whom he had liked for a very long time.

At first he decided to keep it simple, he was simply too nervous to tell the girl his feelings, so he opted to writing it on paper.

Everything was going perfect for the boy, he had the letter ready and just needed to hand it to you, it was until his younger sister Sylvia came in a berated him for his letter, yes it was heart felt, but it was lacking.

“It’s definitely missing something” she argued holding the love letter in between her hands, She’d read it before, and now she’s been going back and forth with her brother. “Don’t you think she deserves something a little bit nicer if she’s going to have be stuck with you for the rest of her life!” She added.

Cassis stared at his younger sister, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with her right now, but she had a point.

You deserved something more than decent, he knew that better than anyone. He was going simple with the confession so that he can outdo himself later in the future.

Cassis glanced around the room for an idea on what to do to Impress His crush, he put his chin on one hand still in thought of what to do.

On one hand he could easily opt for something simple as flowers, but he wanted it to be grand, special, a moment that you wouldn’t even reject without a second thought you’d say, something that would leave you stunned a memory forever in your brain, that’s the impact he wanted.

After a few days he’d found the perfect plan or one that he thought was perfect, of course it didn’t check out everything he’d thought of, but he’d try, he had bought two rings, which Sylvia thought was outrageous, “are you planning to ask her to be your girlfriend or Marry her?” We’re her exact words.

But he didn’t care, he had thought it was perfect, he tell you they were promise rings, in order to spend the rest of your future with you, and he’d do the same.

The silver head was smiling like an idiot for a week after he bought the rings, he’d carry them with him everywhere like they were his sacred possession.Every couple of hours he’d take a peak at the rings.

To say he was excited was an understatement, he was very very excited almost as if he’d almost become a father or something. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, he was freaking out, What if he ruined this precious moment with you? What if you somehow reject him and no longer wanna hang out with him because you think he’s creepy?.

But he shoved his nervousness and got ready, he’d promised you he would take you somewhere a few weeks ago but he kept delaying, To prepare for this moment he’d managed to reserve the entire cafe.

He was bubbling with excitement, when he saw just how gorgeous you looked, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity not like he was even planning too, Even though you looked stunning everyday he’d thought there was something different today.

“Y/n” Cassis got closer, he took the girls hand and kissed it, “Cassis” the girl replied smiling. “Shall we enter?” He questioned, “Alright” agreed the girl, her complexion looked confused for a second, “Is there something on my face you look nervous” Cassis kept on glancing after the two took a seat, “No but for a popular Cafe dont you think it’s just a little too quiet?” She questioned, her eyes wandering everywhere not a single person in sight.

“Ah I reserved the whole cafe for the two of us” he replied reassuring, her expression calmed down, but she didn’t question it, had someone else done this before?..

Cassis took a deep breath, it was time for his confession.

“Y/n I have something important to tell you” his voice barely came out as whisper, this was already going wrong in his head.

“Sure what is is?” She moved her body forward. To listen better.

“Y/n” he started, “for the longest time sense I’ve first looked at you, I feel in love with you, I’m not flattering it in anyway, you made me happy I feel like I can come to you with anything and you wouldn’t complain about it or how long it is, your too perfect for me sometimes even if I don’t deserve it, will you consider being mine for eternity?”

#-Azuwritess #manhwa x reader #historical manhwa #manhwa #fanfic #manwah #twtptflob x reader #twtptflob #cassis pedelian #cassis x reader #cassis pedelian x reader

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mayisgoingnuts · 17 days ago

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Have drawing—

Also sorry about what happened in the Confessions blog. I wasn't part of it, I was just kinda watching from the sidelines—but Jesus people need to learn this isn't a blog where you can just argue continously or whine about other people's pov 😭 I understand some people may agree or disagree with certain things, but even then, that doesn't give people a right to act all pissy about stuff on a blog that's just meant to share opinions. I don't have a particular stance on who was in the right or not cuz I don't really get involved with stuff like that, but I do think the people and the anon could have at least tried taking in eachothers opinions.

None of it was your fault though—If you wanna take a break from the blog for a bit or don't feel like handling the pressure of arguments, I'll be here for ya. I'm sorry arguments or anger tend to start so often on there even though you dont want em to./gen

Lila!! :> /silly

And don't worry, the thing in the confessions blog didn't affected me that much, I just refused to deal with it and deleted all the other asks even related to it,, it's more of a. Me issues msbdjjdksj it happens sometimes

But thank you either way!! I appreciate the worry very much/gen /pos

#lila bright as the sun

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ii-neg-confessions · 24 days ago

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thank you for what you're doing. it's a nice thing

this blog is (to the surprise of me when I first saw it) not just a confession blog, but a place where you spread awareness, informing folks that the representation they got in a cartoon ranges to not-ideal to straight-up shit. An awareness of this kind has been an important part of all movements for minorities because it's literally the way people got good and better representation in media

my only complaint, truly, is that you sound like you're exhausted. If not, you're in an exhaustive cycle that may get you tired.

I don't wish to act like I'm some smartass who has more experience than you in internet arguing, but your most recent posts remind me of my own, from the time when I was 12 and on twitter, trying to argue in random threads about simpler things like how “being able to live sounds nice” and “not having uncool shit happen to us sounds pretty cool!”. Like, those words were important and I guess it's pretty nice that they were said by a group of people, but damn was taking a part in that tiring, exhausting and annoying.

Like, i was doing an ok job, trying to convince folks that they should be nicer (even if my methods of “treating them like they're stupid for even considering their own/old ideas” weren't the most effective... and sorta dehumanising too), but doing that was as annoying for them as it was for me. it was like a cycle, you argue with one person until neither of you has the patience to continue, but then suddenly there's another person coming in with their own ideas, getting you into another argument that brings no fruitful result to either person, and then another person comes in, and a fourth, then a fifth one who repeats the first one's words, then a sixth that has a baffling insatiability for an argument and a seventh who singlehandedly convinces you that everyone is a moron, only for ten more people to come in while you're still recovering from the last; and so forth. Rarely would anyone agree, and those who did would only do so because they were already inclined to not try and kill me. Eventually, i'd just spare my energy and not even try to care too much for each individual argument, which is cool, but it kinda devolved into me seemingly just having a meaningless, careless fight every week instead of an argument. I didn't even think I'd convince anyone at that point, I just ended up mocking everyone, treating them all like a single, stupid entity that came and went every couple of days. While I can be glad that I was doing something for a good cause, my regrets are that (1) I wasted so much time and (2) no one got to make that careful deconstruction of all those shitty things (like in that case, general homophobia, and in this case, bad rep) that I somehow managed to do. That's terrible, because that deconstruction was what got me and probably you into the fighting in the first place. I think about whether it could have convinced someone else.

Regardless, I see a lot of that somewhat tired self who fights for good things in you. I doubt you're unaware of how frustrating this is, since you're probably not as young or stupid as that old me, but I think that you getting stuck in that cycle is not only unhealthy to the whole point you're making but also, obviously, to you.

Sure, fighting for good things will obviously need you to exhaustively sacrifice your energy and wellbeing for a necessary conflict, but considering how this show is about to end forever this month and how tired you can seem, I don't know if it's worth it for you to fight too much. Maybe a break could help? Maybe rethinking our ways of going about this could make the entire thing easier somehow?

I wanna help, I had some ideas of how to do it, but this text is already too long and not only am I tired but also there's always the chance that I might be stupid when thinking that you're tired. I mean, I've repeated that idea so many times, but really, it's just an assumption.

Sorry for the long wall of text. thank you again for this blog

I left this in my inbox for a while and I was planning to answer this as soon as my inbox was empty so here I go

I said this before, I think, and I have to admit that it is tiring to spread awareness and calling out AE's bullshit, and I promised myself that I would make sure everybody else knew this, instead of mindlessly glazing the key 3's ass.

As exhausted as I might be, it's a task I want to keep going, despite people ignoring me, despite the "joy and whimsy" spreaders, despite the harassment I've received and that I keep receiving.

I've found myself a community of people who believe in my mission and fight to keep it going. My anons, my comrades, help me in my mission, and thanks to them, I find the hope to keep going despite the posie mob trying to bring me down. And for that, I thank you.

Today, as the shitshow finally ends, it's not the end of the mission. There's more to talk about and there's more to ask accountability for. I have big plans for the II neg/II crit community.

Thank you for the concern, anon, and thank you for caring.

#confession #ii neg #ii negativity #inanimate insanity neg #inanimate insanity negativity #animationepic #animationepic neg #ii osc #inanimate insanity #object show #object shows #ii #osc #object show community

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direwombat · 2 years ago

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wip wursday...

Tagged this week by @inafieldofdaisies and @g0dspeeed

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @strafethesesinners, @strangefable , @detectivelokis , @sstewyhosseini , @poetikat , @schoute , @confidentandgood , @aceghosts , @fourlittleseedlings , @adelaidedrubman , @henbased , @purplehairsecretlair , @wrathfulrook , @inquisitors-grave , @trench-rot , @gaeadene , @locustandwildhoney , @jacobseed , @river-ward , @roofgeese , @cassietrn , @neverthesameneveranother , @sukoshimikan , @deputyash , @harmonyowl , @voidika , @vampireninjabunnies-blog , @madparadoxum , @euryalex , @clonesupport , @ivymarquis and anyone else who has something they want to share!

Been having jerome and syb on the brain recently and I love writing their philosophical conversations so here's a bit of that from what will likely be ch. 10 of katc

“I can’t say I’ve ever conducted a Confession the way you’re used to,” Jerome says, and he takes a seat next to her on a pew. “But I do consider myself a good listener. Whatever’s bothering you, I promise not a word of it will leave this church.”

“It’s a kind offer, Pastor, but I don’t wanna burden you,” Sybille says. “Y’got ‘nuff shit goin’ on. Ain’t need to toss my problems on top.”

“I think you have a fundamental misunderstanding of why I do what I do, Deputy,” Jerome chuckles. “People come here seeking guidance or aid, and it’s my job to help them. You seem troubled. Let me help you.”

She scoffs and shakes her head. “What do you want me to say, hm? ‘Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it’s been thirteen years since my last confession, hope y’aint got no other appointments ‘cause we’re gonna be here a while’?” she says harshly. “And then, what? Once I’m done talkin’ I just walk away with a clean slate?” She shakes her head. “Might work that way when you’re a kid stealin’ bites of mama’s pie before dinner, but you done the shit I’ve done? It ain’t that easy to wash your hands.”

“Oftentimes knowing that at least one person has forgiven you makes it easier to forgive yourself,” Jerome says gently. “And God is nothing if not forgiving.”

Or wrathful, she thinks bitterly, and she shakes her head. “That ain’t the point though.”

“What is, then?”

She sighs heavily, shaking her head and drawing her lip between her teeth. Her knee bounces vigorously in front of her. “My sin’s a part of me. Made me who I am. Without it I’m…” she hesitates and shakes her head. “It’s my burden to bear. Ain’t no one else can carry it for me.”

“Makes for a heavy soul, doesn’t it?” Jerome asks.

Sybille shrugs. “Figure when my time comes, it’ll drag me down where I belong. Just a shame that once that happens I ain’t ever gonna see my mama again. Or my brother for that matter.”

Jerome’s brows furrow thoughtfully, and although his mouth is set in a frown, he nods in sympathy. “What makes you so certain God would grant them Heaven but not you?”

She fidgets with the saint medal around her neck. “They’re good people,” she says quietly. “Kind. Selfless.”

“And you aren’t?” Jerome asks.

Sybille smiles wryly. “They are -- well, was in my mama's case -- because I ain’t,” she says. “They deserve God’s love more than I do.”

“I’d argue the contrary, Deputy,” Jerome says. “The ones who consider themselves irredeemable sinners are usually the ones that deserve God’s love the most. Do you doubt His love for you?”

She shakes her head. “I ain’t got no doubts about God’s love, Pastor. I just think that the Devil might love me more.”

“And what makes you say that?”

Because my body is a cage and I have Hell inside me, she thinks. Because if I ain’t careful, it’ll break free and innocent people are gonna get hurt. Because the only time I feel anythin’ is when I see the light leave someone’s eyes, and it feels fuckin’ good.

She shrugs but doesn’t answer.

#wip whenever #wip: kneeling at the crossroads #love this fic because it really is just syb pushing away any attempts others make to help her out #and then later she gets upset that no one tries to help her when she's struggling #and then jacob's like: hey. let me help you #and she says 'ok'#also im still catching up on tags im so sorry ive been so bad about that recently #thats fully on me

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER 16

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 16

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Smut, language, explicit sexual content.

A/N: They finally go out on a date… we will know about Andy’s past and things will get steamy! Wrap it before you tap it!

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2865

GIF not mine, if its yours, please let me know to give you credit :)

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Saturday, late morning, Annie felt drained. It was around noon when she got up and went to the bathroom, the reflection in the mirror showed her red puffy eyes, and she splashed her face with cold water. She get out of the bathroom colliding with Andy.

“Shit! Sorry honey. You ok?”

“Yeah” Annie rubbed her eyes. “I’m tired.”

“Maybe you should go back to sleep. I know having anxiety attacks take a lot of energy so I think…”

“I didn’t have an anxiety attack” she answered defensively.

“Very well,” Andy didn’t want to argue with her “Whatever you say honey. Can I get a kiss?”

She smiled and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Alright I have to leave now, have to buy some things. I see you in our date.”

“Date?” Annie looked at Andy befuddled. “You still wanna date me?”

“Of course I do!” Andy give her a quick kiss “why wouldn´t I?”

“Because of what happened last night” Andy just stared at her “I’m damage.”

“You’re not damage. He hurt you, but what happened doesn’t define who you are, and certainly doesn’t define why I’m in love with you.” Annie was taken aback about by his confession, “And if you think I’m gonna miss my shot to take you out, you are completely insane.” Andy give her another kiss “I see you later. Be ready by 5.”

Andy left the house and she came back to her room and decided to rest some more to have energy for their date.

Annie heard Andy came back around 4 p.m. and went to his room to take a shower, on the meantime she was in her room choosing what to wear for their first date. She was incredible nervous, she lived with the guy and still her stomach was the nest of a bunch of butterflies that didn’t want to go away, she couldn’t even have lunch. She changed her outfit at least 5 times, going for simple and casual to sexy and everything in between, it didn’t help that Andy wasn’t telling her where they were going; he said anything will be fine, but what if it wasn’t? It was almost 5 when he put the last outfit she had chosen, a red sundress, with short sleeves, it was a little above her knee and she opted to wear a pair of white tennis. She turned to see herself in the mirror, it was simple, comfortable and she felt cute. She was finishing her make up when the doorbell rang a couple of times.

“Andy! Can you get the door, please?!” But the doorbell kept ringing. “Argh! Andy?!” She left her room and went towards Andy’s only to find it empty so she went downstairs. “Coming!”

When she opened the door she found Andy standing there with a bouquet of pink daisies and a wide smile spread on his face at her flabbergasted expression.

“Hi! Ready to go?” Andy was wearing jeans, a white polo shirt, black letter jacket and tennis shoes.

“I… wait, what?”

“I decided to give you the whole dating experience. If I’m missing something please just tell me cuz I haven’t done this in almost four years.” Andy stepped into the house “You look lovely” gave her a kiss on the cheek, “These are for you.” He handed her the bouquet.

“Thank you, how you know they’re my favorite?”

“I asked Sharon last night when you were in the bathroom.”

“Of course you did. You’re cute. I girl can get used to this.”

“Please do.”

“Let me put them in water, grabbed my jacket and we can go.”

“Perfect!” Andy followed her to the kitchen, “You have a great house.”

“hahahaha thanks! It’s my boss’, he’s a lawyer.”

“Sounds impressive. I better not mess up with you then.”

“You better not, he is a menace.”

After Annie grabbed her denim jacket, they both jumped to the car. Andy drove throughout Newton and out of the city.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It wasn’t a long drive, 20 minutes at most. Andy turned in the middle of a dirty road, no houses, no pavement, and he kept driving until the floor was covered with grass and she saw all Newton from above.

“Oh my god! Andy, this place is beautiful. How did you find it?!” Annie stepped out of the vehicle, Andy following behind and walked to get a better view of the town.

“I come here every time I need to think. I don’t believe people in Newton know about this place. Is always desolate.” Andy walked to his car “Can you help me?”

Annie came to assist Andy taking out a fluffy blanket and some cushions while he carried a huge basket. They placed everything on the floor and Andy took out the food and plates for their picnic. He had a bit of everything in that basket, juice, soda, wine, water, salad, fruit, sandwiches, pasta, croissants, strawberry jam and chocolate spread. Annie was amazed at the many options they had to eat.

“I thought to take you to a restaurant, but we went to one last night.”

“You said last night didn’t count.”

“Well, we can still go to the restaurant if you want.” Andy looked a bit disappointed.

“Andy, I´m just joking, this is perfect, thank you.” She kissed him and he smiled. “You put quiet the effort with the food.”

“I bought it, I didn’t want to screw things up, and if I made this at home you would have noticed. So, what can I serve for the lady?”

“I want pasta and salad for now.”

“For now? I love a girl with a great appetite.”

“I didn’t have breakfast or lunch, I’m starving.”

Andy took a sandwich and serve a glass of wine for Annie and he took a beer out for him. They were eating and talking about work and school, they were almost finished and the sun was setting when Andy phone dinged, he opened the text he got and showed Annie his phone. Jake was on screen, a video of him and Luis swimming in a pool.

“He is having a great time.”

“Seems like it. I’m glad he is having fun. Let’s take a picture and send it to him.” Annie took Andy’s phone, putting the selfie camera, “Ready?” Andy place himself behind her, taking her by the waist fully smiling to the camera. They took a couple of pictures, one of them Andy kissing her in the cheek, and another where they were kissing on the lips. They send the first picture to Jake and the rest were send to Annie’s phone.

“We will talk to him when he is back.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hit it.”

“What happened to Jake’s mom?”

“Oh God” Andy sighed and sat up straight.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“What do you think happened?”

“Well, based on the fact that you never mention her, nor Jake; I assumed she died.”

“No, she is pretty much alive. Her name is Laurie and she left me. She left us almost three years ago.” Annie’s attention was full on him so he continued. “I met her when we were studying in New York, and you know things happened, and we got pregnant, so I asked her to marry me and she said yes. After we graduated they offer me a job here, so we moved, Jake was born here, and everything was fine for a while, until it wasn’t.” Annie took Andy’s hand and intertwined her fingers with his, “I worked, and she stayed home with Jake. We weren’t intimate anymore, we started to fight over stupid stuff and on Jake’s first birthday she left.”

“What?” Her voice shook.

“I went to work, and when I came back she wasn’t there, nor her things. Jake was crying in his crib, alone and dirty, with a note next to him, where it said she couldn’t be with me anymore that she didn’t want to be a mother and she wanted a divorce.” Annie sobbed, she couldn’t picture baby Jake all alone in his birthday. “Hey” Andy turned to see her with a single tear rolling on her cheek “I’m sorry honey, I’m making you upset.”

“I can’t believe someone will just leave Jake. He was just a baby, he needed his mom.” She said with a trembling voice.

“Yeah but, apparently she didn’t need our son. I went to look for her and tried to get her back.”

“And what did she do?”

“She went back to New York. She had gotten together with someone, and he offered her things that at the time I didn’t have, money, stability, and her dream job in a gallery. She send me the divorce papers a month later, along with a letter where she said she was resigning to every parent right over Jake.”

“Has Jake ever asked about her?”

“No, not really. I actually think he believes the same thing you did, that she is dead. And is better this way, I don’t have the heart to tell him his mother left because she didn’t want him.” Annie nodded, “You know Jake’s nightmares? I took him to a psychologist once, she asked me a bunch of questions, had Jake to make some drawings and told me it probably had to do with Laurie and her abandonment, but she wasn’t sure. With time the nightmares have subsided, because I manage to convince Jake the monster is not real, and that is not going to hurt him, but you know he still has them once in a while. I hope one day he doesn’t have to go through that.”

“He has to keep going to the psychologist Andy. Is not just a one-time thing. They need a couple of sessions before they can give you a proper diagnosis. I can go with him if you want. I want Jake to have a healthy childhood, and we can make that happen.”

“Why would you do something like that?”

“Cuz I love Jake, he is such a sweet boy and is unfair he is having these nightmares because of what he went through.”

Andy got closer to her and give her a slow passionate kiss that took her breath away.

“I love you.” He said, Annie’s face lighted up “You don’t have to say…”

“I love you too.”

The sun set, and they stayed there laughing, joking and drinking, from the viewpoint they saw the wonderful view of Newton’s lights at night. They were laying on the blanket kissing, the soft breaths and little moans Annie left out were making Andy hard and she could feel him against her tight.

“Andy…” Annie said out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” Andy lifted his body with his arms. “I’ll stop.”

“Take me home.” She said shyly.

“What?”

“Now, please.”

As soon as they walked into the house, they were all over each other. Kissing against the wall, Annie took off Andy’s jacket, her hands going under his shirt while Andy leaned to kiss her neck, his hands touching and grabbing her ass. They broke the kiss.

“We don’t have to do this, honey.”

Andy caressed her cheek and she smiled, took him by the hand and guide him to his room. Andy will be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, he hasn’t been with anyone since Laurie, and didn’t want to push Annie into anything she wasn’t ready for. Once in there, she walked towards the bed, took her shoes off and her dress. Leaving her in just her white cotton panties. She climbed in the bed placing herself in the middle looking at Andy. He took off all his clothes except for his boxer briefs, Annie never missing a movement he did while doing so.

Andy crawled on top kissing her gently, his hand touching the side of her body. His lips going down on her breast taking a nipple in his lips, sucking it softly while he massage the other, his hand went down and touched her through her panties, a moan escaping Annie’s lips.

“Andy, please.” Her hips move against Andy failing at feeling any friction with his body. The pool between her legs growing by the minute.

“Tell me when you want to stop.” Andy hooked his fingers on her panties leaving her bare for him, her glossy pussy in full view for his hungry eyes, the tuff of curly hair on top was inviting. Andy kissed her thighs so close to her pussy but not going there.

“Andy…”

His tongue licked her pussy with a long stripe, Annie’s moans filling the room, her hips moved against Andy’s face and he placed a hand on top of her tummy to make her stay in place. Her hand grabbed Andy’s hair while he kept eating her like he was having the best meal in the world, he grabbed her right leg and put it on his shoulder. His lips took her clit sucking it slowly and inserted one of his fingers in her and started pumping, feeling the tightness of her pussy. He added another finger.

“Fuck! Please, don’t stop.” Annie plead.

Andy’s fingers moved faster, feeling her pussy tighten around his digits, his mouth never leaving her pussy.

“Andy!”

“I know honey, cum for me.”

She came around his fingers, her body shaking at the explosion in her core, her thighs closed around Andy’s head. When the wave of pleasure fade away, her legs opened, making Andy giggled a bit. His hair was a mess, a lustful smile on his face.

“You look so fucking gorgeous right now.” Andy came to her face and kissed her, savoring her own taste on his lips.

“It’s your turn.”

Andy took off his boxers and his hard cock sprung free, it was thicker and a bit longer than Daniel, He sat against the headboard, Annie bating her eyelashes before taking him in her hand. Her tongue gave him a small lick over his head before sucking it. Andy’s moans were deep and manly, sending electricity through her body and hitting right in her core. She took as much as she could in her mouth, making her eyes watery, moving her head up and down, and hollowing her cheeks, she gagged when the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

“FUCK!” Andy cursed, taking a hand full of her hair.

Annie kept bobbing her head, and twisting her hand in the rest of his shaft he couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Honey… fuck!” Andy’s cock twitched in her mouth “Stop, stop, stop!” Annie took his dick out of her mouth.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked timidly.

“No, God no, you have a talented mouth.” She smiled feeling proud “I was just about to cum.”

“I don’t mind.” Annie said leaning towards his cock, but Andy stopped her.

“I rather be inside you.”

Annie approached Andy straddling his lap, the tip of his cock gracing at the entrance. Andy grabbed his dick by the base, while Annie steady herself using his shoulders, sinking in gradually until he was fully in and they moaned. Andy took her by her ass making her go up slightly and going down again, she began to move with Andy’s help, her small breasts bouncing with the movement. She felt full, Andy’s cock hitting all the right places in her pussy, her clit rubbing against his pelvis when she grinded her hips back and for. They hold their hands, Andy feeling her pulsing pussy against his manhood.

“Andy, I’m gonna cum.”

Andy grabbed her by the waist, thrusting hard against her. Annie’s moans grew louder.

“Come on, honey, give it to me.”

“Andy!” she choke out, head falling on his shoulder, her orgasm washing over her, Andy following right after her, spilling his seed in her warm pussy. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Andy’s dick inside her, giving her small kisses in her shoulder.

“I love you” she whispered without looking at him.

“Don’t get all shy on me, look at me.” He nudged his nose on her neck. She turned giving him a tired smile. “Hello there. You good?”

“Yeah, more than good.”

Andy turned with her on top, his dick slipping out of her pussy, making her flinch at the lost. Annie make herself comfortable on the left side of the bed, fatigue washing over her body, her eyes feeling heavy. Andy stood up, went to bathroom and came back with a washcloth to clean himself and Annie. When he came back she was peacefully sleeping, he moved her to open her legs, and groaned at the wet sensation against her pussy.

Andy came back to bed, covering her and taking his side of the bed, he took her leg and put it over his hip, his cock was still hard so she pushed inside her, making her moan.

“Shhhhhh, go to sleep.” She complained a little, but kept sleeping none the less. “I love you, honey.” He closed his eyes, tiredness taking over his body, a content smile on his lips.

#andy barber #andybarber #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fic #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #andy x annie #annie johnson #jacob barber #jake barber #Defending Jacob #defendingjacob #the nanny

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sharonisthebettercarter · 2 years ago

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I can never take that drbat clown person seriously. All they do is complain about anonymous confessions while being a hypocrite spamming confession blogs. They sound so bitter at the world honestly.

i think everyone's got issues, and i mean, i can't lie, i've clearly got issues.

don't get me wrong, i get what you mean, some a the shit physician batsy says or even likes while knowing how disingenuous it is does rub the wrong way and deeply concerns me, and i have noticed that (not limited to batsy or even this blog in general) some of the frequenters and responders to confessions have a bit of a problem where the anon's opinion is taken personally despite it not really being negative towards them or saying anything about the "other side" so to speak that they i guess consider themselves a part of. or even and there's a LOT of this, when the confession points out a genuine but general problem in fandom, instead of being open to discussing the problem and acknowledging it, they try to shut down the conversation by being nasty to the confessor or denying the problem happens (ex: pretty privilege)

i've seen a lot of fairly neutral confessions get commenters fighting with the confession and even sometimes trying to disagree with a confession that is agreeing with them. it's a weird and sometimes hilarious phenomena i've noticed (and again not limited here) that i think mostly stems from bad reading comprehension and assumed intent (and assumed identity of confessors/trying to figure out who the confessors are/straight up insulting or bullying the confessors because... idk, i guess people feel better about bullying when they can hide behind a screen and not connect a human being to the otherside)

i have gotten mad a few times and let that get the better of me, and i'll admit that. there are some pretty shitty confessions sometimes that are hurtful or insulting to fans, there's nonsensical trolling shit which is less harmful but can be annoying, and then there's people trying to cause harm (the valkyrie antis remind me a lot of the sharon antis, except they actually have a legitimate point to make about the character's writing, but they take it too far a lot of times over something fictional and are willing to bully and insult the fans themselves for not agreeing, that's the problem)

i try to ignore most confessions that don't address or attack me (or people like me/fans of certain characters) in any way, especially if just a positive confession on a character. even if i die hard disagree with it. (strictly positive peggy confessions that don't attack sharon or insult fans of sharon/non-fans of peggy as an example, i try not to reply to them cause i'm not just aiming to be that random asshole, i'm trying to educate where appropriate, maybe live and laugh a little too), and reblog the stuff i do like (i need to catch up on lots of shit, way behind on that but been distracted and dealing with life...)

but i do know what you're talkin' about. i wanna hope that people will grow out of the behavior, but i also know that some people thrive on conflict and are addicted to it. i don't get how, but i know it happens. i have half a mind to believe mcfuzzshizzjizzshizzizzface is one of them, cause probably one of the biggest confessor bullies i've seen and of the one interaction i had with the dude, it was weird enough to make me think mcfuzzishizz started a whole new account just to argue with the self when i didn't satisfy the need for it (could be totally wrong here, but i don't think the person that responded has used the account since and i'm just sayin' it's a little weird)

anywho, to a degree, i feel you anon, thanks for the ask sorry for the essay lol, and i do wish people would stop resorting to bullying confessors and others in fandom... hot take i guess, fandom is catty as shit over the pettiest fuckin' bullshit i swears.

#hot take #food for thought #thanks for the ask!#fandom fuckery #fans behaving badly #fandom toxicity #bullying #this shit should stop #do i think it's going to?#probably not #but i always think it's worth calling out #we can do better #and more importantly #we should #me included #psa #sharon carter deserved better #fans deserve better

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unladielike · 2 years ago

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Disclaimer: I'm only posting about this because someone has been block evading and stalking my blog to pick fights instead of talking things out with me, which I've been told by a friend classifies as harassment and a form of cyberbullying, especially when I did not respond to him/interact with him beyond a now deleted vent, so I'm just gonna talk about this and hopefully never have to address it again... because this shit is very tiring and I have been putting up with it for days on end now, especially while it had been my birthday at some point.

I just wanna say that if you ever feel like I had officially wronged you in the past, I don't mind apologizing for it, but to continue slandering me for my past wrongs on a public platform instead of privately venting to a friend or talking to me about it is not the way to go.

Of course, I won't deny that I wasn't always the best partner, but I've been here on this hellsite for at least 8 years or longer now, so it's not like I can recall every instance where I dropped threads, not follow through in interacting with past mutuals, or even hurt someone without personally knowing.

Granted, I get people disliking me happens to be an inevitable part of life, but blocking me should really be the end of it. Seriously, if I have not once bothered you or harassed you first, that does not give you the grounds to repeatedly stalk me, vague about me, or argue/debate with me in the replies of a confession blog (especially when you have me hard-blocked).

It's also very disingenuous to claim I'm still the same person that I was years ago, so if needed, I will defend myself, but I think many of my mutuals who have been here since the inception of this blog can personally vouch for the fact I do practice what I preach and know that I now ship with only two people at best and have moved past the point of caring about giving my OC more romantic ships without the proper substance, development, or build up.

It should also be noted that I constantly bring up I have autism if only because it affects how I communicate with others/how I get my points across and to pretend it doesn't would be a huge disservice on my part, as it does affect my social skills, both online and offline. That, however, does not mean I'm using it as an excuse but as an explanation, because too often, I have experienced neurotypical folks being ableist towards me and holding me up to neurotypical standards (ie: thinking I would be able to get hints if they somehow enforce the silent treatment) and unlike many others, I don't have the luxury of acting like I don't have it, because it's a permanent part of who I am that I can't completely mask no matter how hard I might try to do so.

Of course, that doesn't mean I'll refuse to be held accountable for my actions, but at the same time, I won't hesitate to speak out against ableism, point out how I have a different perspective on things due to me being neurodivergent, or defend myself if I feel like I'm being unfairly treated.

TLDR, though? Just talk to me or vent about me privately. Like, I honestly believe I'm a reasonable enough person, so if you tell me I did something to hurt you, then I will listen and apologize, but continuing to obsess over me/hold a grudge against me/misconstrue my points when I haven't been mutuals with you in years like some creepy, butt-hurt ex is not the behaviour of an adult. It's the behaviour of a child who can't let things go.

And believe me, I get being salty, but vaguing about someone more than twice in a row on tumblr is genuinely not a healthy outlet. Of course, it would be one thing if Tumblr was a site where you can set your blog to private like Twitter, but anything you post can be seen by the general public, so at the end of the day, you're achieving nothing by typing out misinformed clapbacks but make yourself look like an ass.

Also, be careful when using the phrase, 'Don't use your autism as an excuse', because depending on the context, it can come across as mansplaining or an ableist, thought-terminating cliché at best.

#negativity tw #negative tw #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳p̲u̲b̲l̲i̲c̲ ̲s̲e̲r̲v̲i̲c̲e̲ ̲a̲n̲n̲o̲u̲n̲c̲e̲m̲e̲n̲t̲. ⧽ ― THIS SHOULD COME WITH SUBTITLES IN REAL LIFE.#⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( OUT OF ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.#[ i've already finished reporting this person ]#[ but i'm honestly not sure if tumblr staff will even follow through with terminating his blog ]#[ REGARDLESS this was not something i enjoyed typing up ]#[ but it has to be said because he has been harassing me non-stop ]#[ and i even have screenshots to prove it ]#[ either way i just want to remind you that all that i will listen if you have any grievances against me ]#[ BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD... please talk to me like an actual adult ]

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years ago

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little rae here 💌 if it okay can i talk to u & vent a lil?

feelin small, got a bit triggered by parents arguing. loud noises wit no sleep & my brain is feeling staticy nd fuzzy, rlly hard to think rn if that makes sense? wish i had stevie & eds wit me :( took a shower tho & now im gon cuddle wit my stuffed duck mr waddles & read some of ur stuff. thank u for makin me feel safe, love u belle i sendin hugs

Duckie

Steddie x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings -

Notes - Sometimes my brain feels all fuzzy so I definitely understand how you feel. Though I can’t actually send Steve and Eddie your way, in a literal sense, I can write them, so this is for you bub <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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“Duckie?” Steve questioned, holding up two boxes, one filled with regular waffles, the other blueberry. Y/n’s head snapped towards him, their mind far away as he spoke. “Which ones do you want?” Steve asked, the question now being asked for the third time, though Y/n seemed to be listening at least a bit this time.

“I dunno.” They mumbled, a sigh punctuating their words. “I can’ fink.” They confessed, their eyes filled ever so slightly with tears, guilt building in their chest at their inability to give an answer.

“That’s okay Duckie.” Steve smiled knowingly, he knew Y/n sometimes got ‘far out’, as Eddie would say, their thoughts slower and mind distant. Instead of asking the question again he placed one of each waffle into the toaster.

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Steve hand’t told Eddie about Y/n’s mindset, just sending them to him after breakfast to wake him up and get dressed. “What do you want to wear?” Eddie asked Y/n, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he strode over to the dresser, opening the drawer filled with Y/n’s clothes. “A big shirt? Sleeves? No sleeves?” He began rattling off the options.

“I don’ know Ed’s.” Y/n frowned, sitting on the end of the bed, their hands in their lap as their head hung low, the carpet the centre of their attention.

“Well what colour do you want?” He asked instead, thinking that might be an easier question to ponder.

Instead of yell out their favourite colour like usual Y/n let out a sob. “I don’ wanna pick Ed’s.” The cried, tears falling from their cheeks, dripping onto the floor.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, entering the room, a coffee in hand as he assessed the situation.

“‘m head feels fuzzy, I don’ know what shirt I wanna wear Stevie, I don’ know what waffles I wanna have, I jus’ don’ know!” They cried.

“Hey, hey.” Eddie cooed, kneeling down in front of Y/n, his head blocking their view of the boring carpet, Steve sitting down beside Y/n, his hand soothingly on their back, his mug long disregarded. “That’s okay, you don’t have to decide anything okay.” Eddie smiled, rubbing up and down their arm.

“We don‘ t have any plans today Duckie, we can stay in our Pjs and watch some movies, nice and simple, okay?” Steve offered, knowing how hard it can be for Y/n when in this headspace, their mind distant and the day confusing. “Come on, let’s brunch your teeth, and find Mr. Waddles, hm?” Steve stood up, grabbing his mug and gesturing to the bathroom.

“I’ll set the couch up for us.” Eddie smiled, leaping in action, gathering pillows and blankets for the group, the couch soon a miss mash of fuzzy blankets and comfy pillows.

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The day went by quickly, the three of hem sprawled out over the living room, more and more stuffies being added in after every movie, Eddie wanting Y/n to be as comfy as possible. “Here.” Eddie whispered, passing Y/n their sippy cup, and Steve a new mug filled with coffee. “It’s fruit punch.” He warned, making sure they knew what was in it, not wanting them to be surprised.

“Tanks.” Y/n murmured, gripping their stuffie closer, and snuggling back into Steve, Eddie picking up their legs to lay in his lap, blankets quickly thrown over them all to keep warm.

Sure the days plans had changed, but Y/n needed their boys, and their boys were happy to comply, willing to make the hard decisions for the day in exchange for some warm cuddles and happy laughs.

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #little!reader #age regression #eddie munson x little reader #eddie munson little fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson age regression #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x little!reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #steve x little reader #steve harrington x little!reader #steve harrington x little reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington

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sagewritings · 2 years ago

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Late Night Talking - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

pairing: steve harrington x fem!henderson reader

synopsis: being dustin henderson’s older sister made you involved in their fights with the upside down, which also led you to become closer with steve harrington. after spending months with each other, and a particular encounter with billy hargrove, steve realizes that he found who he was looking for.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, curse words, insults/bullying

request: [anon] Can you do a Steve Harrington imagine set after season 2 before season 3 for Steve and the Henderson!reader where Billy just keeps trying to push them to fight him but she and Steve make a deal to make sure the other doesn't so one day she needs Steve calms her down after Billy (verbally) goes after Dustin so Steve talks about their future and accidentally confesses because they're in love with each other?

a/n: hello everyone! here’s a steve harrington fic based on a request. thank you so much to the person who sent this, it’s really fun to work with! also, as you may have noticed with the title, this story is briefly based on harry styles’ late night talking too :3 i honestly didn’t expect this one to be this long (i was planning to keep it between 2-3k words lol) but i just had to establish the story first.

if you’d like to check out my other works, you can check the pinned post in my blog :>

i hope you’ll like this fic! happy reading!

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If you're feelin' down

I just wanna make you happier, baby

Wish I was around

I just wanna make you happier, baby

We've been doin' all this late night talkin'

'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'

Now you're in my life

I can't get you off my mind

It all began on that one eventful afternoon.

You thought your brother had gone crazy when he barged in your room, panicked while he explained something about a demogorgon. You weren’t foreign to the word, having heard it multiple times whenever his group of friends would come over to play their fantasy game. But when he confessed how he kept one as a pet and became more than ten times its size after eating your mom’s cat, you almost laughed at him.

And then you saw it crawling above the kitchen island. You didn’t know whether you wanted to protect Dustin or feed him to the creature for letting it inside your house.

“Out of all the animals in this world, you chose a fucking demogorgon as a pet.” You hissed at your brother, and both of you crouched down to peek through the wooden door of your mom’s tool shed.

“I didn’t know it was a demogorgon.” He argued back, glaring at you. “Oh, shit. There he is.”

You looked forward, watching the creature eat the ham slices Dustin laid out.

“Yes, yes, yes.” He mumbled to himself when it reached the basement. Dart, who seemed to know that he was being watched, stopped and turned around, looking directly at the shed. “Shit.”

You gasped, pulling Dustin away slightly. Your brother heaved and pulled his hockey stick tighter. Your eyes widened when you realized what was going on in his head. “Dustin, you are not going out there– fucking hell!”

You barely had time to hold him steady when he slammed the door open and ran outside. The demogorgon screeched, lunging at your brother with its wide mouth and sharp teeth.

Dustin struck at the monster using his stick, successfully sending it downwards to the basement. Both of you ran quickly and held each side of the door closed before it could regain its balance and climb up.

“Get a lock and a chain!” You ordered Dustin, leaning to his side to position yourself in between the two doors.

He ran back to the shed to get what you needed, hastily wrapping the handles together when he reached you.

When you were sure that the demogorgon wouldn’t be able to escape, you looked at your brother sternly. “What the hell was that?!”

“I just saved our lives, in case you missed it!” He screamed.

“Yeah? What if that thing was stronger than you and ate us both?”

“Well, it didn’t!”

You groaned. “Where did that come from anyway?”

“Nothing.” He gulped, remembering that you had no knowledge of the upside down. “I’m gonna go to the Wheelers.”

“Absolutely not.” You stopped him, glaring threateningly. “I knew there was something going on with you since Will went missing. And now I just witnessed a fucking alien in our house. So either you explain to me what’s going on, or I’ll call mom this instant so you’ll be grounded for life.”

Dustin sighed. “Fine. But I need you to drive me to Mike’s first. I’ll tell you everything on the way.”

And so he did. Your brother filled you in with everything; the gate in the Hawkins lab, the upside down, Eleven, demogorgons. You didn’t even think about doubting him anymore, not after what you’ve just seen.

When you reached the Wheeler residence, the two of you stepped out of the car, both sweaty and stressed. It didn’t help that Mike and Nancy were not in their house either, and Dustin couldn’t help but mumble curses under his breath while walking back towards your car.

Another car pulled up at the back of yours, revealing a distressed Steve Harrington holding a bouquet of roses in his hand. You were familiar with the boy, having seen him numerous times because you two were both seniors in high school, but that was it.

You ignored him, not surprised why he stopped over because you knew he and Nancy are dating. But your brother had other plans.

“Steve.” He called out, stopping Steve in his tracks as he looked at you and Dustin. “Are those for Mr. or Mrs. Wheeler?”

Steve questioningly looked at the flowers. “No.”

“Good.” He pulled the bouquet out of Steve’s hand and started walking in the direction of his car.

“Dustin! Where are you going?” You called out after him.

“Hey! What the hell? Hey!” Steve ran too.

“Nancy isn’t home.” Dustin turned around to face Steve before looking at you. “Steve can help us.”

“Help you with what?” Steve asked.

“We have bigger problems than your love life.” Your brother opened one door in the backseat of Steve’s car. “You still have that bat? The one with the nails?”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain later. I just need you to drive.” He sat inside. “Now!”

Steve scrambled after Dustin, a confused expression on his face but he didn’t protest. You were left standing, not knowing if you should follow them while hesitating to leave your car in the Wheeler’s driveway.

“Y/n! Get your ass in here!” Dustin yelled.

You inhaled sharply, feeling nervous, confused, and annoyed all at the same time but you obliged.

On the way back to your house, you and Steve took turns to question Dustin. It surprised you how much you agree with the boy, nodding whenever he would make a scolding statement at your brother.

The events only worsened when you reached the basement and found that the demogorgon escaped, digging through the wall and dirt.

Following Dustin’s plan, you three walked to the junkyard, joining groups with Max and Lucas. The boys were stunned when they realized how quickly the new girl warmed up to you, immediately attaching herself by your side after ten minutes of knowing her. It was probably because you were the only other female there beside her, you thought.

The rest of the night was chaotic. You and Steve took turns in protecting the three children, grabbing them out of the way whenever one of the adolescent demogorgons would attack. Your group had to gather with the rest at the Hawkins laboratory when the creatures ran away.

And now you found yourself at the Byers’ home, following Mike around as he points at Will’s drawings.

“Here, right here. This is like a hub.” He said, kneeling on top of the paper sheets. “So you got all the tunnels feeding in here. Maybe if we set this on fire–”

“Oh, yeah? That’s a no!” Steve said.

“The mind flayer would call away his army.” Dustin continued for Mike.

“They’d all come to stop us!” Lucas added.

“We circle back to the exit. By the time they realize we’re gone–”

“El would be at the gate.” Max finished.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! This is not happening.” Steve clapped his hands to gain their attention. He saw Mike open his mouth and quickly spoke before him. “No buts! I promised I’d keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing. We’re staying here, on the bench, and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. Does everybody understand that?”

“You’re not the only one in charge of us.” Max pointed out, looking at you.

“Don’t ask me anymore. I’m with Steve.” You shrugged. You saw Steve smile smugly while Dustin threw a glare at you.

The sound of a car engine interrupted your conversation. Max was the first to run towards the window, a look of shock and fear on her face when she recognized the mobile.

“It’s my brother.” She whispered. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

“Cover the windows. Now!” You instructed, and the kids pulled down all the blinds. Steve walked to the front door before you stopped him. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll make him turn around.” He said simply.

“I don’t know how you’re planning to do that, but I don’t think your charm will work on him.” You said. You didn’t know a lot about Billy Hargrove, but you’ve heard enough to know that he’s more on the violent side.

“Okay, ouch. But I have to try. Just keep them hidden.” He instructed, pointing at Dustin and his friends who were watching anxiously from the window.

You groaned, standing by the door so you could faintly hear their voices from outside. You were confused about what was taking them so long until you heard the children gasp, throwing themselves aggressively back on the couch while mumbling curses.

“What happened?” You asked them, shocked when you were thrown aside from the impact of the door opening.

You winced when your back hit the wooden drawer behind you. You didn’t have time to register until you were face to face with Billy, blocking his path while your younger friends hurried behind you.

“Stay the fuck away.” You gritted, still feeling the pain in your lower back.

Billy met your eyes, angered but smirking when he saw you. “Ah, Y/n Henderson, right? I didn’t expect such a bad mouth from a girl like you.”

“You’ll get more than a curse word if you don’t leave.” You threatened him.

“What are you gonna do? Punch me?” He taunted, stepping forward.

You laughed, which seemed to catch him off guard, before raising your right fist and aiming at his nose. You were surprised by your own actions. If your mother knew you punched someone, she would be in hysterics. But you didn’t care, you were too tired and angry by everything that has happened, and seeing Billy Hargrove’s face just marked your boiling point.

He stumbled back, stunned but furious when he felt blood dripping from his nose. He lunged at you, reaching for your waist so he could throw you down. “You little bitc–”

You stepped away swiftly, leaving him to grab air while you reached for the iron stick beside the couch. You slammed it against his back, hurting him slightly but he was able to grasp your ankle, making you lose balance as you fell directly on your back.

You groaned at the impact, your back, and head both in pain. Billy stepped over you, breathing heavily. “Never come in my way again, Henderson. Or I won’t hesitate to kill you in front of your brother.”

He turned his attention to Lucas, the poor boy was frightened but he couldn’t do anything when Billy picked him up.

Dustin ran to you. There was a mixture of amazement and concern on his face. “Can you get up?”

“Yeah, just give me a moment.” You croaked.

Steve entered the house, a few scratches on his face but still rushing over you when he saw you laying on the floor. “What happened?”

He guided you to sit up slowly, but you pushed him away. “Don’t worry about me. Billy has Lucas.”

Your words alerted him as he walked to the kitchen, prying Billy off of Lucas. Unfortunately, Billy was stronger. In a matter of seconds, Steve replaced your body on the ground of the living room, the other boy hovering above him as he threw continuous punches.

You didn’t know what to do as you watched with the kids, your arms spread horizontally to shield them away from the fight. You looked around for any weapons that could knock out Billy until your eyes landed on a syringe on top of the drawers.

Max followed your eyesight, grasping your thoughts. She reached out before you could move, plunging the needle at her brother’s neck without hesitation.

Billy fell back, rapidly losing his consciousness but Max threatened him first before he could close his eyes. She grabbed his car keys, throwing them towards you.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Woah, hold on.” You said, making them all look at you. “Where are you planning to go?”

“The hive,” Mike answered.

“Didn’t we have this conversation earlier? You are not going. And we can’t leave Steve here!” You panicked.

“Then we’ll take him with us,” Max said.

You were about to disagree when Dustin stepped in front of you, looking as serious as ever. “Look, Y/n, either we stay here and do nothing, or we could go out there and help our friends.”

“No–”

“Please. Distracting them is the least we could do.” Dustin insisted.

You groaned, looking at Steve’s knocked-out body. “Fine. But no one goes anywhere without me. Got it?”

You waited for all of them to nod before starting Billy’s car, coming back inside the house to help Mike and Dustin lift Steve’s body to the backseat. Lucas and Max picked up everything they needed in the process, including some lighters and gasoline.

Mike and Dustin were huddled in the middle, keeping Steve’s body steady while Lucas took charge of the equipment at the back. Max was seated beside you as you drove, her eyes focused on the road signs and map.

It wasn’t long before Steve woke up, panicking when he found himself in a moving car. The rest of you tried to comfort him in an attempt to maintain the silence before he opened his eyes.

A few minutes passed and you reached the field, dressing with masks and glasses to avoid inhaling the air from the upside down. You and Steve went down to the tunnels first, making sure that there is no creature waiting to devour any of you.

You stayed in front of your group while Steve positioned at the back, shielding the kids effectively until they lit the hive on fire, all of you running back to where you came from after hearing the demogorgons.

You were all panting from fear and exhaustion when you returned to Billy’s car. Steve let you drive again back to the Byers’ house, admitting that he couldn’t see properly from all his injuries.

By the time you reached the house, Billy was sitting silently in the living room after he regained consciousness, but still groggy enough to feel any anger. It was an advantage on your side when Hopper and Eleven arrived almost at the same time as you, and the chief was successful in scaring Billy away.

The boy glared at you and Steve before going back to his car, Max following him. You were hesitant to let her go with him, but she assured you that Billy will never lay a hand on her as long as they live in the same house with her mother.

Joyce offered to make a quick dinner for everyone before parting ways, briefly panicking when she saw the dead demogorgon in her fridge that Steve and Dustin placed earlier. You settled for a sandwich, thanking her quietly before stepping out to the porch to sit on the bench.

Your mind was still processing everything that had happened in a span of four hours, feeling every sort of emotion while simultaneously thinking of an excuse for you and your brother when you returned home.

You could hear their voices inside the house, your brother’s laugh standing out from the others. The sound of the creaking door made you look up and you made eye contact with Steve, the boy sitting beside you with a can of soda in his hand.

“You look like shit.” You tried to hide your concern as you took in his face.

“I feel like shit.” He shrugged.

“Hargrove did a number on you, didn’t he?” You asked. “How will you explain that to your parents?”

It was a simple question for you but Steve stiffened, covering the tension in his voice with a chuckle. “It’s a good thing my parents aren’t home all the time, then.”

You didn’t reply, taking a bite of your sandwich instead. You weren’t oblivious to reading people’s emotions, and you knew that there is much more to Steve’s statement.

“Is your hand okay?” He pointed at your right knuckles. “Your brother wouldn’t stop talking about how you punched Hargrove.”

You smiled to yourself at the mention of your brother before tilting your hand to inspect it. There was nothing major aside from the reddening area of your joints. “It’s all good. My back hurts like hell, though.”

“Can you imagine his face when we see him back in school next week?” He spoke, eyes widened slightly at the thought of seeing Billy eye to eye again.

“He can’t really hurt us in school, can he? Unless he wants to be kicked out.” You shrugged.

“You know, aside from the part where I got beaten up, I had fun.”

You snorted at his words. “Fighting monsters was fun?”

“Yeah. And, I got to talk to you. You’re pretty cool.” Steve looked at you playfully.

“Pretty cool? Come on, Harrington. I’m more than that.” You said with confidence.

“Okay, you were amazing.” Steve rolled his eyes at your pleased smile. “I wish I could’ve seen you punch Billy.”

“Hey, as satisfying as that feels, I don’t fancy doing it again.”

“Alright, let’s make a deal.” He turned his body to fully face you, reaching his hand out. “No more fighting Billy Hargrove.”

You looked at his hand with a smirk before shaking it. “No more fighting Billy Hargrove.”

====================

You and Steve stuck together since that night, and you even applied to the same colleges. Sometimes you still wonder how that single experience from six months ago suddenly shifted the way you looked at him. From the asshole popular student who always finds himself in trouble, to this softhearted older brother material to children.

You were also introduced to Eleven, who warmed up to you as quickly as Max did, and would always invite you over to their cabin. It was fascinating to witness her powers, and you were always left in awe whenever she would use them.

Billy Hargrove didn’t leave you either. He couldn’t do something physically harmful, but that didn’t stop him from throwing unpleasant statements at you and Steve. Although, it seems like he chose a different victim for today.

After your classes, you made your way to the parking lot where Steve promised to pick you up. It was another advantage of your friendship with him, free rides for you and Dustin whenever you wanted.

From the distance, you stopped walking when you spotted him leaning against his car, talking with Nancy Wheeler. You felt something tug in your chest but you quickly pushed it away, pretending to be unbothered at the sight.

But you weren’t unbothered. You remember the day you fought those creatures, how you and Dustin found him walking towards the Wheelers’ house with flowers in his hand. You are not an idiot to not realize who it was for. And from what you and Steve have talked about, they didn’t have any closure.

It would be untrue if you say that you didn’t have feelings for Steve. Even El told you that she noticed how your smile is always brighter whenever you’re with him. It was hard not to admire the boy, especially whenever you would see him bond with your brother.

Though, naturally, your mouth remained shut. You convinced yourself that this crush will pass, but it’s been months and you find it harder to hide.

You waited for Nancy to leave, waving her hand at Steve before joining Jonathan in his car. Your friend watched her with a smile when she walked away, only turning around when he heard your voice.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” He smiled at you.

“I’ll just pick up Dustin.” You said, starting to walk to the next building where Hawkins Middle School is located.

Steve jogged up next to you. “I’ll go with you.”

You chuckled, nodding as the two of you made your way to your brother. But the sight that you caught made your blood boil.

Dustin would always wait for you and Steve at the drop-off area, but he wasn’t alone at the moment. Towering over him was Billy Hargrove, smirking as he looked down at your angry brother.

As you come nearer to the two of them, the more you can hear Billy’s insults.

“You little shit. You think I’ll let you talk back to me?” He hissed at Dustin. “You’re nothing but a piece of dirt, you hear me?”

When Dustin didn’t reply, he became angrier.

“I said, do you fucking hear m–!”

“We heard you, asshole.” You cut him off as you and Steve stood in front to protect Dustin.

“Ah, look who it is.” Billy grinned wider. “Harrington and Henderson. Nice to see you again.”

“You know what’s nicer?” You smirked. “Seeing blood running down your nose after a girl punched you.”

Your words made him drop his smile, breathing heavily as he tried to contain his anger. Steve senses the change in his emotions and pulls you backward.

“Fucking bitch. You’re just like your brother. Useless and patheti–”

You lunged at him, morals are damned. But Steve held your waist before you could throw a punch at Billy. He whispered your name repeatedly, attempting to calm you down and remind you of the deal you made months earlier.

“Let’s go. He isn’t worth our time.” Steve said aloud, holding your hand and wrapping an arm around Dustin’s shoulder.

You jeered at Billy’s face, not letting go of Steve or you might end up bruising his face again.

“If there’s anyone that’s pathetic here, it’s you. No wonder why even your own sister can’t stand you.”

Your words tore through him, replacing his anger with despair. If you didn’t know who he was, you would feel sorry for how he looked like he was about to cry. But your words were nowhere near all the insults he gave you and your brother since that night.

You walked away without regret, feeling nothing but resentment when you saw Dustin with his head down. Steve glanced warningly at Billy too, trying to remain calm for your sake.

The drive back to your house was silent. You and Dustin were leaning against the car doors, distracting yourselves with the sensation of the wind flowing through your hair. Steve would occasionally glance between you two, waiting for you to speak first.

Your mother welcomed you by the door, oblivious to your gloomy mood.

“Hi, sweetie.” She greeted Steve who walked you and Dustin. “You want to stay for dinner?”

“Oh, uh, sure Mrs. Henderson.” Steve smiled.

It wasn’t the first time your mom invited him over, knowing that Steve usually spends his time alone without his parents. She appreciates him, seeing the positive impact of his presence in your and Dustin’s lives.

Dustin made his way to his room, mumbling something about homework before slamming his door shut. You sighed at your brother, planning to talk to him alone later.

You and Steve went to your room and did schoolwork for an hour, only leaving the room when your mom called for your assistance in preparing the plates. Dustin was silent the entire time, looking down at his food as he avoided any conversation.

You volunteered to wash the dishes with Steve’s help. Your mother excused herself early, entering her bedroom with Mews. You noticed that Dustin was about to do the same and you called for him, stopping at his door before he could close it.

“Hey, Dusty.” You smiled softly. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.” He lied.

It was unusual for your brother to go beyond hours without making any playful remarks or swearing. “I don’t know what Hargrove told you, and I won’t push you to tell me if you’re not comfortable. But I want you to know that none of them are true, alright?”

He looked down, not saying anything. You crouched a little and placed your hands on his shoulder.

“I mean that. You’re the smartest and bravest person I know. You even battled with demogorgons! Hargrove got nothing on you.”

You were surprised when Dustin reached forward and hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You two barely hug, but you knew he needed one at the moment.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He whispered, letting you pull away first before softly closing his door.

You exhaled, dragging your feet as you walked back to the kitchen.

“How is he?” Steve whispered to you, wiping the plates that you had washed earlier.

You leaned your back against the counter. “I don’t know. I still don’t know what that scumbag told him.”

“You almost lost control back there.” He stated, standing beside you.

“I just… I didn’t mind it whenever he would push my limits. But I just got so mad when I heard what he said to Dustin.”

Steve let you speak, doing nothing but listening and nodding.

“You’re a good sister.” He whispered after a while.

“He’s a good brother, honestly.” You shrugged. “He treats you like his brother too, you know.”

Steve’s head snapped to look at you, a hopeful look on his face. “Yeah?”

You nodded, chuckling. “Yeah. You have no idea how much he talks about you.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile. If he was being honest, he also treats Dustin Henderson as a brother. He was somehow grateful that he got involved with all these upside down phenomena because he got to meet the kid.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“For what?”

“For being in Dustin’s life.” You met his eyes. “We didn’t really grow up with a father. He would only rely on my mom and me, sometimes on his friends too when he has a problem. And then you came, and he became twice as happy.”

Your words warmed Steve’s heart, trying his best not to show his reddening cheeks. He averted his eyes around the kitchen until it fell on an envelope near the fridge. Even from afar, he recognized the university seal.

“Is that…?”

Confused, you looked at where he was looking, realization filling your mind. “Oh, that? Yep. I got in.”

Your flat tone made Steve turn to you with furrowed brows. “You don’t sound excited.”

You sighed heavily before confessing. “I’m thinking of taking a year off.”

“Seriously?” His eyes were wide.

You nodded. “Yeah. I talked with my mom already, and I told her that I want to save up first. Get a job or something so I can help her. She was fine, thankfully.”

“What job will you take then?” Steve sounds genuinely interested.

“I don’t know. But I saw an opening at the library. They needed two assistants.” You grinned. “What about you? Heard from any university yet?”

Steve’s smile fell. “I got two results yesterday, and I didn’t get in. I’m still waiting for one more. I’m screwed if that fails too.”

“Oh, Steve.” You lean closer to him until your arms are touching.

Steve looked down at you, taking the chance to admire you without you knowing. He would be lying as well if he denies that most of his thoughts weren’t preoccupied with you.

He tried to persuade himself that what he feels for you is platonic, strictly brought by the fact that he experienced his first real friendship with you. But as he looks at you, knowing that despite your sarcastic and carefree attitude, you were a kind, generous, and loving person.

He looked away when you raised your eyes.

“I saw you with Nancy earlier.” Your tone was playful, trying to make it sound like you were teasing him and not as if you were trying to snoop on what they talked about.

Steve scrunched his nose, chuckling slightly. “It was nothing.”

“Nothing? Nothing how?”

“She just asked for permission if they could use the swim team for this year’s school paper.” He explained.

You let out a small sound of understanding. “Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Do you… still love Nancy?” You decided to ask him before you could take it back.

Steve raised his brows when he looked at you.

“I’m sorry if that’s weird.” You said quietly.

“No, it’s not.” He chuckled. “I’ll always love her, but I’m not in love with her.”

You shot him a confused look, signaling him to elaborate.

“I guess I always knew that we weren’t as perfect as we seem and that she always loved Jonathan instead of me. Which is why I didn’t really ask for a closure anymore, ‘cause we both knew it was failing but we were too scared to be alone.”

“Damn, that’s deep.” You whispered which made him laugh.

Steve stared at your eyes. “But I did find a girl.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. I’m torn, though. I convinced myself that I like her, but I think I already fell in love.” He said softly, not disconnecting his eyes from yours.

You ignored the feeling of envy that was currently brewing in your chest as you took in his words, faking an interesting look to let him continue.

“I feel like an idiot for not talking to her sooner because she’s the smartest and most loving person that I know. I’ve never experienced so much laughter and sarcasm until I met her. And I knew that I fell when I realized how she made me the happiest person this past few months.”

“This past few months?” You repeated his words, mind failing to grasp what he was trying to say. You tried to think about all the girls he became friends with recently, but there was none other than you.

Steve grinned at your confused face, finding it adorable. He didn’t know if the words he was about to say would ruin your friendship, but he didn’t care. He needed you to know. “She has a brother too, which is great because he’s funny and smart like she is. And surprisingly, we make a good team as babysitters.”

Your mouth opened slightly when the puzzles connected. You blinked slowly, not knowing how to react.

Steve, who was anxiously waiting for your response, asked. “What do you think?”

“A-about what?” You stuttered, a smile forming on your face.

“About the girl.”

“She sounds nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“What about the guy?” He asked nervously.

“I think he has nothing to worry about.” You shrugged, grinning. “Because she fell for him too.”

You saw his eyes brighten, a huge smile covering his face at your reply. “She did?”

You nodded, laughing softly when he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“You’re not playing with me, aren’t you?”

You faked a gasp of hurt. “I would never do such a thing.”

He lowered his head to yours, one hand raising to move your stray hair away from your face. “Do you think he can kiss her?”

You chuckled again, gazing at his lips. “Absolutely. He’d be an idiot not to.”

And he did. He closed the gap between your faces as gently as possible. Neither of the two of you moved, allowing you to memorize the sensation first. You can feel him smiling against the kiss. He held you tighter as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You remained like that for a few moments before you heard Dustin shout.

“What the fuck? My eyes, my eyes!”

You gasped as you pushed yourself away from Steve, turning around to see Dustin covering his eyes aggressively.

You rolled your eyes at your dramatic brother while Steve held his laugh behind you. “You can open them now.”

Dustin hesitantly lowered his hand, breathing heavily as if he had just run for miles. “What did I just see?”

“What are you doing here?” You ignored his question.

“I came here for a glass of milk!” He exclaimed before you shushed him, saying that your mother has gone to bed. “Are you two dating?”

You raised your brows at his stern voice. “No.”

“Not yet.” Steve corrected you, sending you a flirty smile.

Dustin groaned, glaring at Steve for almost a whole minute before he sighed. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I didn’t know you like my sister, and I’d rather have you date her than anyone else. But please, never ever kiss in front of me, got it?”

Steve nodded obediently, but Dustin had another threat.

“And don’t you ever hurt her, Harrington. Or I would have El open another portal and bring you to the upside down.”

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