#Stephanie is girl drunk

[rafeandonlyrafe]

another chance

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ex!bf rafe, female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, drinking/partying, mentions of drugs

“have you noticed his new girl is y/n’s twin?” kelce whispers to topper, who just nods in response. rafe claims that he’s completely over you, that he’s glad you broke up with him and he’s not harboring any sort of resentment over the fact that you left him.

“its so weird.” kelce continues, taking a sip of his drink, watching as rafe holds the new girl around the waist, but he barely looks at her, like if he keeps her in his peripheral vision that he can pretend its you, instead of the first girl he found whose features resemble yours.

“hes getting fucked up all the time now too. he showed up for golf the other day completely strung out.” topper informs kelce, who frowns.

they both know that there is nothing they can do, they don’t want to force you to get back with rafe if you don’t want to, especially with the state he’s in. rafe grabs the bottle of booze he was pouring into his cup repeatedly, forgoing the plastic solo cup in favor of drinking straight out of the bottle.

“rafey, are you gonna take me up to your bed?” the girl asks, no so subtly begging to be fucked by him.

“don’t call me that.” rafe grunts. only you can call him by that nickname, even if you did break his heart.

“are you going to fuck me or not, cameron?” she questions.

“not.” rafe says honestly. he thought it would help, to get it out of his system, to take a new girl to bed, but when he tried to kiss someone at the first party he attended after you, it made him so sick he had to leave. she didn’t look like you, she didn’t smell like you, she didn’t act like you. she wasn’t what rafe wanted.

“fine, then im leaving.” the girl stomps away, like anything could compare to you leaving. rafe finishes the rest of the bottle before flopping down on the couch, letting the alcohol flowing through his system lull him into unconsciousness.

--

“you deserve to go out and party as much as he does y/n.” stephanie sighs, trying to convince you to join her tonight at the huge beach bash, but you don’t want to risk running into rafe.

“i know, i just don't want to see him with another girl.” you sigh. you may have been the one to break it off with rafe, but you weren't fully over him yet.

“maybe you need to get with one of the turons.” stephanie shrugs. “you know what they say, to get over you gotta get under…”

“that actually might not be a bad idea.” you admit. maybe it's what you need to get rafe out of your system. a random hookup with someone you'll never see again to erase the memory of his touch from your body.

“so does that mean you're coming?” stephanie asks hopefully.

you nod, already planning what you're going to where tonight. “it does.”

--

“shit, remind me to take you out for ice cream or something to thank you for convincing me to come out tonight.” you tell stephanie, stumbling away from the main dance area with your best friend.

“girl, i knew you needed this!” she exclaims, taking a sip of her cup before frowning, realizing it's empty.

“ill go get us refills, hold on.” you are a lot less drunk than stephanie, so you guide her to sit down before heading to find more alcohol to fill both your cups, wanting to enjoy tonight as much as possible.

you finally find a plastic folding table with some bottles on it, and quickly refill both your drinks before turning, gasping when you run right into someone.

“y/n.” rafe gasps out, his eyes bloodshot like he's been crying. he drops to his knees before before you, making you raise your eyebrows. “i miss you so much. please take me back, ill do anything, ill-” rafe begins to beg, his words slurred as it's obvious he's been drinking.

“rafe.” you cut him off eventually. rafe stops speaking, hands coming to rest on the back of your calves as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “you're drunk.”

“no, no, no.” rafes head drops, leaning to press kisses along your knees. “im drunk but im serious. please, just give me another chance, ill do anything.”

you frown, hating seeing rafe this way. you broke up with him because you thought he spent too much time getting high and needed to get control of his temper, and didn't know what you could do to help that beside let him work through it by himself. 

“anything, y/n.” rafe continues, his hands gripping your legs so tightly. you glance up, looking at all the people at the party staring at you, probably shocked that rafe would get on his knees and beg for anyone to come back.

“you need to stop doing drugs as often.” you state to rafe, making sure to keep your voice low enough to not have it in earshot. “and you gotta work on not getting so angry at the pogues. i don't care that you hate them but you can't constantly be getting into fights.”

“done.” rafe says, nodding his head. “i just need you. ive been a mess without you.”

“we can give it another shot.” you say, and rafes shoots to his feet, his lips pressing against yours. you set the cups down on the table next to you before kissing back, hearing a smattering of whoops and cheers as you make out, your head turning dizzy like the alcohol on rafes tongue is affecting your own.

“i need you, please.” rafe says, and you know exactly what he's asking for. it's what you've been desperately craving from him as well. your bodies were beyond compatible, and you know no boy would compare, so even in the period that you were broken up, you didn't even bother trying to sleep with anyone.

“i have to find stephanie.” you tell rafe, knowing you need to check your friend is good before doing anything, but you loop your fingers through rafes and tug him behind you until you get back to the main dance area, seeing topper with his arm slung around stephanies waist while she grinds against him.

“see she's good.” rafe says, his voice husky, and you know that he's already getting turned on just from the thought of having you again.

you let rafe lead you to his truck, parked in a somewhat isolated spot, but you don't care at this point if people see you as you both climb into the back seat.

“thank you for giving me another chance.” rafe says, his eyes shiny in the low lighting. “i missed you so much. i was such a wreck, but i didn't sleep with anyone else even though we were broken up. i only wanted you.”

“rafe.” you coo, pressing your lips against his, stroking your fingertips over his jaw. “i missed you too.”

“wanna show you how much it means to me.” rafe says, guiding you backwards until your back is against the seat. “that you're giving me a second chance.” his lips skim over yours before he moves lower, schooching down the seat until he's resting between your legs. he takes the bottom of your skirt and pushes it up, revealing your panties.

“you really do gotta-” your speech is cut off with a gasp when rafe presses his lips against your underwear, kissing your cunt through the fabric. 

“gotta what baby?” rafe asks, moving to kiss along your thighs as well, his teeth occasionally making an appearance as he drags them against your skin, nipping when you open your mouth to reply.

“gotta get your shit together since im giving you a second chance.” you finally finish your sentence.

“oh, i will baby.” rafe says, rubbing his fingertip over your center, smirking to himself when he sees the fabric dampened with your wetness. “i went so crazy without you, id do anything to not lose you again.”

“take them off, please.” you whine. rafe tugs at your panties, sliding them down your legs until he has to guide them over your heels. he takes the material and scrunches it up, tossing it onto his drivers seat. “i’m keeping those.” he informs you.

“whatever.” you roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile, reaching down to rub your thumb against his cheekbone. 

rafe sighs with relief into your touch, leaning his head against your hand. “i’ve missed your taste.” he licks his lips, eyes on your core.

you spread your legs as much as you can in the back of the truck, wishing momentarily that you were having this reunion in a bed, but you know rafe wouldn’t be able to wait that long.

rafe doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, burying his head between your legs. his wide tongue flicks through your folds, licking over your cunt before swirling around your clit.

“god, you’re so good at this.” you moan out, moving your hand to rafes hair, taking the strands between your fingers to keep his face shoved into your cunt, not that he plans on stopping any time soon.

rafe sucks at your clit, feeling rewarded by coaxing moans out of you. his hands grip your thighs, squeezing your delicate flesh between his fingertips.

rafe moves his mouth lower, letting out obscene sounds as he slurps the wetness away from your hole before pushing his tongue against the ring of muscle. he begins to thrust immediately, pushing his tongue in and out of your entrance, giving you the first stimulation you’ve had since you broke up.

“the sweetest taste.” rafe says when he pulls away slightly to kiss along your inner thighs. “i don’t know how i lived without it.”

“you know what my plan was for tonight?” you hum, needing more from rafe, even as his mouth drops back around your clit. “to get with a random turon to help myself get over you.”

you feel rafe pause, his entire body stilling before his eyes raise to make contact with yours. “you were going to sleep with someone else?”

“i couldn’t get over you, i had to do something.” you say, knowing exactly what rafes reaction will be as he rises, wanting to draw that fire and passion out in him. it didn’t matter that you were the one who broke up with rafe, you thought at the time it would be better for both of you, but now you know you can’t live without him.

rafe moves quickly, his strong hands gripping your hips and turning you over. you quickly adjust, pushing up on your elbows as you place your knees on the seat, arching your back to show off your cunt.

rafe releases himself from his shorts, tugging them down his thighs before he lines himself up, sinking in with one quick stroke. your walls meld to his cock, still feeling like you were made for him.

“imagining me sleeping with another guy has really got you worked up, huh?” you question, breath coming out in a pant as rafe instantly begins to thrust.

“shut up.” rafe groans, hips snapping forward into yours. “you’re mine. you’re never leaving me again.”

“yeah?” you question, bringing your ass back to meet rafes thrusts. “gonna get clean for me? gonna get it together?”

“anything for you.” rafe vows, glancing out the windows to make sure no one is looking as he takes you from behind, not that they would be able to see through the tint anyways.

you moan as rafe grabs your ass, relieved to finally have him inside of you again as his cock repeatedly enters you. rafe knows he can’t last very long, having been so desperate for you that he can’t hold himself back as your cunt clenches around him.

“feels so good rafey.” you whine.

“call me that again.” rafe says, needing to hear the nickname slip from between your lips again.

“rafey.” you call out. rafe flips you yet again, this time onto your back as he immediately reenters you, moving too fast for you to comprehend until his mouth is pressed against yours in a searing kiss.

“again, please.” rafe mumbles against your lips, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing it with his thumb as he thrusts rapidly, knowing your next moan is going to send him over the edge.

you place your hands on the back of his head, giving him a strong kiss as he plays with your clit, your orgasm building as well. you pull away when you can’t hold back the moan anymore, “oh god, yes, rafey.” rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder as he cums, pumping into you throughout his high as his thumb finally brings you to orgasm as well, clit pulsing as you both pant, letting out low moans and groans as your bodies come down.

rafe presses kisses to your cheeks, your jaw slackened open, still recovering. “i’ve missed your pussy so much.” rafe says before looking down, watching himself pull out.

“come here.” you whine, hating that he’s pulled away. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his pants before hovering over your body again, cuddling into your shoulder. it’s an awkward position, legs askew and body parts pressing against the doors of the truck.

“can i take you home? i want to hold you while i sleep, make sure i don’t let you go again.” rafe says, willing to beg if he needs to.

“of course.” you stretch out your sore muscles, eyelids already feeling heavy, but you know you just have to wait for rafe to drive you home before you can sleep.

it’s not awkward despite the time away from each other as you move to the front seat, making sure to text stephanie, who quickly responds with a picture of herself in toppers bed, making you giggle.

“i love you.” rafe blurts out, unable to not tell you when hearing your laugh.

“i love you too.” you lean over to kiss rafe on the cheek as he drives you back to his house, but you are already home as his fingers link with yours.

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[kitkats-and-kittens]

One of my favourite things to think about is the rest of the batfam all having their own ‘Brucie Wayne’ personas. So here’s me listing how I imagine the main family members would front to the public.

Dick

I think would be very similar to Bruce with the same air-headed personality. As far as the internets concerned he can’t spell orange and pretends not to know any of the 50 states let alone which one he lives in. He also uses the fact that he never officially finished college to his advantage. As a kid he was more eccentric and people just knew him as that little kid whose constantly high of sugar and lollipops. Not much changes when becomes an adult.

Of course like father like son and he is also extremely charismatic. His persona is a little more goofy than Bruce’s and he’s known as the Wayne’s resident gymnast, at least in the air. He’s made a habit of acting as though any and all fine motor skills come to an absolute stop the moment he isn’t doing some complex flip, or cartwheel. There are serval videos on YouTube of him tripping over air, spilling drinks over his shirt, and stumbling into several guests, only half of these were faked. He also has a reputation of being an absolutely insane drunk. He went viral on twitter for doing a triple backflip in the middle of a gala which resulted in a shattered punch bowl, several traumatised guests and a fake news report claiming he’d died which sent the city into a riot for the next 24 hours all because he was a little bit tipsy.

Jason

Jason was pretty young when he ‘died’. Before hand he was the happy go lucky kid. With stars in his eyes and more energy than a Chihuahua hiked up on red bull and pure, liquified blue raspberry. Of course you had the occasional leech who saw in some news report that he used to be a street kid which resulted in several rumours about his ‘horrid violent nature’ but all it took was actually meeting him for most to completely disregard this.

After his death he doesn’t hang around the rest of the family much. Especially not in public and out of masks. However there is the occasional day (once every millennia or so) where he’ll stroll up to whatever part or gala or social event the Wayne’s are hosting that day, with his foolproof, impenetrable disguise Tayson Jodd absolutely no relation to Brucies dead kid, nor the elusive red hood who has a hate account dedicated to his very existence.

His whole thing tends to be a regular upstanding member of society. He acts completely normal. This wasn’t always the case. He used to change it every time he went to the parties, either acting as some depressed, lonely rich guy or an alcoholic and on one particularly memorable occasion a closeted drag Queen. However one time he showed up without a persona pre made and ready to go and just decided to wing it.

However Tim Drakes insane paranoia meant he stayed up a good 3 weeks after that night just to make sure Jason wasn’t trying anything and when Red hood found out he found it absolutely hilarious and resolved to be as respectable as possible while also generating maximum suspicion for all other members of his family.

Stephanie Brown

Although not officially adopted by the Wayne’s most people have gotten used to seeing her just roll up with the Wayne’s and it didn’t take long for social media to realise that Brucie had emotionally adopted her, if not legally. At first Steph didn’t really understand the need for a persona. She was already fine with keeping her actual personality and not turning it off for the cameras.

It took seeing Jason, who was having an absolute blast with his public persona to open her mind to the range of possibilities and she spent a full 3 months crafting a personality from scratch (putting that psychology degree to good use).

She cycled through a couple. Rich party girl, serious career woman, ditzy idiot. But eventually she landed on scheming socialite. She saw some tabloids slandering her for being Tim’s ex and although the rest of the family was not happy she took it and ran with it. Landing herself in the circles of the most gossip loving, shit talking, hot woman she could find.

She makes sure she exudes villainy at all times and has been seen eyeing Timothy Drake from across the room, stroking a cat (though no one knew where she got it from) and sipping a martini. Although she doesn’t particularly like how cruel some of her companions are she finds no greater joy than passively aggressively remarking about how Donna is wearing the same heels she was 3 years ago and oh my is she running low on funds? She was born to instigate and takes every opportunity to do so.

Tim Drake

If Tim is known for anything then it’s his ability to appear as though everything has gone to his exact calculations on the outside while internally screaming and just completely winging whatever half brained plan comes to mind. But one forgets, he isn’t just a Wayne but a Drake. Son of Janet Drake at that.

As a kid he was very much a mamas boy and would replicate her cold calculating air to the best abilities of a 10 year old boy. As he grew up however he realised that he much preferred letting people underestimate him. So in the end he settled on the stoner.

It was pretty unexpected for most of his family. Bar Dick who embraced it with all the reverence of a chaotic older sibling. Of course Tim Drake being as meticulous as he is meant when he made this persona built it from the ground up. He gave himself a favourite drug, a fake dealer, and he methodically updates his account balance every week, taking out just enough that it looks like he’s been buying.

Not only does this have the added benefit of explaining the random times he’s passed out in the middle of a party or those random compilations of him on YouTube simply staring into the abyss for hours on end, but it also means he had to try way less than his siblings when it comes to presentation. If Dick or Bruce show up with even so much as a slightly ruffled collar the tabloids will go on for weeks about the mystery guy or girl they definitely slept with. But when Tim does it, they just laugh. He gets a pat on the head and a glass of water shoved into his hands and no one thinks anything more.

And if he can also use it as an excuse for a few extra minuets of sleep then whose going to stop him?

Cassandra Cain

Cass didn’t need to do much of anything. When she first arrived in Gotham she was small, quite and not very well versed in social customs so it was practically written in the stars that she’d become an instant fan favourite. However unlike most of her siblings most of her fans aren’t focused on her what she’s been doing, or with who, but rather on trying to spot her.

She’s some aloof, mysterious figure to them and she’s also become a bit of a where’s Waldo meme. News reporters will post overview shots of the huge hall the guest are occupying, the grounds of the manor, the well kept lawns, the roofs, and the internet will go crazy trying to find her. At first it was difficult but only because she kept to herself, you’d find her in a corner of the room, or hiding behind one of the taller guests but ever since she realised what was going on she’s been making a conscious effort to make it as difficult as possible.

Some of her hiding spots include: under the table, the roof, inside the fountain, disguised as Dick Grayson, a statue, on the chandelier, and somehow as one of the reporters, camera and all. It’s become a bit of a game to see who can find her first and she remains Gothams favourite Wayne.

Duke Thomas

Duke isn’t really sure what to make of this whole public persona thing. He finds hiding such a big part of himself a little strange, and doesn’t much enjoy the idea of putting on a mask for others. So he does what he does best and puts the rest of the Wayne’s to shame with his sound logic.

He’s just himself. And somehow manages to cause the biggest impact. The people aren’t used to rich people not being overly eccentric. This is Gotham after all! And Duke Thomas’ actual personality is not exactly something they were expecting.

This is the same man who raised an army of teenage armies in the absence of his hero. To call him impulsive would be an understatement. Also he very much enjoys ‘eating the rich’ so to speak. He used his powers to convince one particularly nasty man that he needed full psychiatric care by randomly disappearing whenever he was in their line of sight.

He hangs out with Dick a lot, but only so when the worst of the Gotham socialites approach he can make them feel as uncomfortable as possible by questioning their thoughts and feelings on the working class, living conditions and all the other stuff they usually couldn’t care less about which leaves them scrambling for an answer that won’t completely ruin their reputations. Although he’s been branded ‘the responsible one’ that’s only because he presents himself as such to reporters. Most of the people attending the galas live in fear of him ever approaching them.

Damian Wyane

Being the youngest meant that people already had expectations by the time Damian showed up. Although most had no idea where the kid came from that didn’t stop them from making assumptions, and the rumours circulating from before he was officially introduced range from a mini Bruce Wayne to raging alcoholic. And yes, these were published when reporters knew damn well he was 10 years old maximum.

When the public do finally see him for the first time it doesn’t take them long to craft a persona for him. Damian of course sees this whole thing as beneath him, he doesn’t understand why he would need to hide himself, he didn’t train with the league for years to just not show of his skills. Dick tries to get him to think of it like training, as though he were on an undercover mission. This works a little too well and now he takes it so incredibly seriously it’s hard for the others not to laugh.

He arrived, squeezed in between Brucie Wayne who was blowing kisses to the camera, Dick Grayson doing a handstand, Tim Drake who looked absolutely blitzed and Stephanie Brown who was manically rubbing her hands together. Cass nowhere to be found and Duke giving his classic sunny smile to the camera.

So of course people realise this kid must be the adult. There’s jokes about how Damian must be the one doing the Wayne’s taxes, about how he probably drives Bruce to work, and other such things. Which is only further cemented by the kid himself. But he also doesn’t talk much (Dick said if he had nothing nice to say he shouldn’t say anything), and a few (illegally taken) photos show him drawing, as well as his small army of pets and so people are torn between this kid who is clearly far too mature for his age and this cute baby of a child who likes fluffy animals and crayons.

Damian is disgusted by both sides, but there isn’t much he can do about it and resolves instead to fuck with everyone by leaning into it and alternating on a seemingly random basis between clueless child and grown adult in a 10 year olds body. It mostly ends up terrifying the rest of his family because occasionally Damian (who several of them watched kill a man) will come up smiling and demand to be placed on their shoulders, and other times the same kid (who found a cow a decided immediately he was a vegetarian) will be found sipping straight vodka and going on about the good old days with people 8x his age as though he were some drunken world war 2 veteran.

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[clownd1ck]

i’m not going anywhere | j. miller

joel miller x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of joel’s suicide attempt, mental health problems, reader & joel being purely in love and devoted to each other i love it 💯, age gap (reader in 20’s, joel in 50’s), violence, murder, death, angst, reader being ellie’s mother figure YES MA’AM, flashbacks in italics, reader has a past with david, no word count cause i forgot 😔

i bet your shoulders can hold more than

just the straps of that tiny dress

that i’ll help you slide aside

when we get home

joel watches you from across the room, talking to some of the other women in jackson. he sees you laughing, the sight of your smile putting him at ease, knowing that you were at least comfortable.

it’s been a few months since the three of you arrived in jackson: yourself, joel and ellie. ellie was the first one to settle in, happy to be somewhere that wasn’t the QZ or the outside world, and you were soon to follow after her. all you ever wanted was a peaceful place to live, and jackson was the closest thing to it. and joel, he was the last, but only because he couldn’t settle until both you and ellie had.

the dress you wore was white and short, it hugged your chest tightly and pushed your breasts up like a corset would. joel didn’t know where you found that dress, but he’s glad you did. all he’s been thinking about is taking you home, slipping that dress off your body and worshipping you like a theist to their god.

he walks over, places his hand on your waist in a gentle grip and forcefully smiles at the rest of the women. “excuse me, ladies, need some time with my girl.” joel watches as the women nod enthusiastically, he doesn’t know if it’s because they like how he treats you or just like him. he doesn’t know because he can’t read other women, he’s only ever spent his time learning you.

“hi, honey.” you smile brightly at him, looking into his eyes with such care that joel feels himself melting under your gaze.

“missed ‘ya, darlin.” he tells you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, causing you to giggle.

“was only across the room. could’ve joined in the conversation.” he hums, continuing to press a series of kisses across your face. “joel!” you squeal playfully.

“wouldn’t be able to focus when i got you by my side, darlin.” his southern twang hits in the pet name. “‘specially when you wear that dress. ‘s sin, baby, look at ‘cha .” he runs his hands up and down your hips, drawing you in closer to his chest. you smile at him, hands hooking together round the back of his neck. “feel so damn good against me, sugar.”

you giggle. “then do something about it, tex.” joel stares at you, hunger flashing through his brown eyes as he drunkenly takes you in. he’s drunk off you, the idea of you, the thought of you. he’s wrapped around your finger, and if he has it his way, you’ll be wrapped up in the sheets together in no time.

i’ve seen em carry family

and the steel drum weight of me

effortless just like that dress

that i’ll help off

that day was the worst. joel being injured meant you and ellie were left to your own. she trusted you, she always did, you had always cared for her. before marlene, before joel; there was you. you taught her the tricks with her knife, you taught her how to tackle, to fight, the same way your uncle taught you when the outbreak began.

two innocent, vulnerable women seen by themselves in the wilderness would’ve caught anyone’s attention. especially ellie, a young girl who seemingly looks alone and lost. you knew you should’ve fought harder to have her stay with joel whilst you collect supplies. it wasn’t her fault you both got caught in that position, you should’ve warned her.

but it was too late.

you were both locked up in delegate cages across the room from one another. david torments you by talking to ellie. he doesn’t know that you’re not the same scared little girl you were way back when your uncle was still alive, but he will know soon. when his time has come.

he seems giddy as he walks over to her, child-like charm in his step, maybe from all the years he’d snatched it away from other children did he take it for himself. you didn’t understand that before, but you do now. you understand perfectly. you know who he is, what he does, you watched and experienced it for an entire three days.

but, for whatever reason, you’re back in his trap, ellie by your side. making every killer instinct in your body heighten.

you looked over to her. she was sat down whilst you were stood up. she’s looking at you in what you know is fear, and for a second, her face blurs and you’re staring into the eyes of your fourteen year old self. you’re snapped out of it by david telling her to look at him, not you. his hand reaches behind the bars of her cell. that’s when you snap.

“move the fuck away, david.” you hiss, body pressed up against the bars of your cell. he looks at you, smirks, before turning back round to face ellie. you know you’re letting him win by reacting to his psychological torture, this warfare he seems to have mastered countless times, but he doesn’t know who you are now, what you’re capable of. so you showed him.

ellie stood watching as you stabbed him with his own machete. you didn’t notice she was still with you, but ideally, you should’ve known better. you should’ve known she doesn’t go anywhere without you.

you’re crying out, over and over again as you face the brute that is reality as it strikes you in the face, harder than the machete does to david. ellie almost faced the same fate you did, she’s seen too much, she’s been through too much, she’s only a kid. you could’ve done better to protect her. you could’ve-

hands cupping your face stop your train of thoughts and your actions. joel is knelt down next to you, looking at you with such sincerity and love that you can’t even process that his injury is healed and that he’s here. his hands feel so soft, so tender. they are calloused and rough from years of hard labour but the way he holds you suggests differently, like he’s spent a lifetime waiting to hold you.

“baby, look at me.” his texan accent heightened. “sweet girl,” his pointer finger gently taps your cheek “look at me. i got you. ‘s just us, baby, ‘s just us.” you feel ellie by your side again, and you unconsciously lift your arm for her to tuck herself into your side as joel welcomes you both into his waiting arms.

“‘s just us.”

—

you had come back to the house after being out in the school the entire day. you had never considered yourself as someone who liked kids, too sticky and messy for you. ellie was the only exception, and she had been with you since you were a teenager.

maria was opting to give you the job at the school per your request. you wanted something easy, something that didn’t require you to look over your damn shoulder every waking second. you wanted to settle, to rest, to find peace, and you finally had the opportunity to do so in jackson.

when you got to the house that joel, ellie, and yourself were staying at, you didn’t expect to hear shouting. you ran up the stairs, just in time to see joel leave ellie’s room. you glare at him, hitting his shoulder with your own as he walks past. you make your way over to ellie, but you can tell by the way she doesn’t look your way that she wants to be by herself. you whisper to her, before leaving and walking into joel’s room.

“what the fuck was that?” the venomous tone in your voice causes his gaze to snap towards you. “the fuck did you say to her.”

“calm down-”

“calm down? calm down?! you tell me what you said to her right now, joel.” you move towards him, finger pushing into his chest. he sighs, gently moving your hand away.

“started talking to me about loss. she doesn’t know what loss is.” he says with such certainty, like he’s confident in his words and that makes the urge to hit him heighten. joel shakes his head. “ain’t her damn father, either.”

“think about what you’ve just said.”

“darlin-”

“dont darlin’ me! ellie watched her best friend turn into a fucking infected and couldn’t do anything until i showed up! you know how much she begged me not to kill riley?” your eyes tear up. “she begged, pleaded with me, joel. i couldn’t risk it. i couldn’t risk riley hurting her. i couldn’t live with that.” your breathing is erratic. “then tess, then sam and…and you pushing her away isn’t helping.”

you’re angry, you’re in his face practically hissing at him. “we’ve all lost something, joel. she lost her childhood, her best friend. the only people she has right now are me and you, and if you’re not willing to be there, then fucking go! ‘cause i’m staying, with or without you i’m staying with her.” a tear slides down your cheek, and you’re quick to wipe it away.

“you may not be her father, but the way you act with her says otherwise, ‘nd i’m not giving that girl another person to lose. so either stay, or don’t bother. but if you choose the latter…don’t come near us again.”

—

“don’t tempt me, darlin’.” joel smirks, lips lightly grazing your cheek as they make their way back down to your lips. he pecks them one, two, three times before you’re pulling him in for a passionate and heartfelt kiss.

“not doing anything.” you laugh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twirling into the bottom of his curled hair and he elicits a hushed groan. “just showing my man some love, that so bad, tex?”

he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. “say your goodbyes, baby, ‘m taking you home.” joel lightly kisses your forehead. “ellie’s staying with dina tonight, means you’re all mine.” he smirks, kissing your forehead again.

“oh really?” you grin, now holding his hand in yours. his smirk widens, and it tells you that he’s not joking. that you have ten seconds to wander off to say your goodbyes or else he’s carrying you over his shoulder out of here. “i’ll be back.”

he watched you walk over to the women, giving them all a gentle hug as you wave your goodbyes. telling them that you best get home before ellie starts to grow concerned. when you’re finished, you walk back over to joel, who wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him as you walk away.

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

“i’m scared.” he says. you look up at him, arms folded over your chest. it’s not long after your earlier confrontation about what he said to ellie. you’re both sat across from each other, him sat at the dining room table and you on the sofa.

“about what?” you ask.

“she…i can’t protect her. not like you can. i’m old an…and i’m tired, darlin’. i ain’t made for this, can’t look after myself, let alone a teenage girl and yourself.” he doesn’t look at you whilst he speaks. it’s like he can’t say it to your face, saying it to your face means the truth in his admission and he’s not ready to look into your alluring eyes and face the reality of his feelings.

“you’ve taken care of us pretty damn well, joel.” you sit up, arms no longer folded but bent and resting on your knees.

“but i won’t for much longer. i’m so much older than you, sweetheart, i’m fuckin’ deaf in one ear and i ain’t as sharp as i used to be. ellie needs someone to protect her, ‘s why she’s got you.”

“she has you too.”

“i can’t help her, can’t be the man you need, either.” he takes a deep breath in, and your eyes catch the way his hands slightly tremble. he’s never been like this with anyone, so vulnerable, so open. him and tess seemed to have their own dynamic. business partners, friends, lovers, whatever the fuck it was, but you can tell by the lack of eye contact and body language that he never opened up to her like he’s doing with you right now.

“when…when the dogs were there, smelling her. i knew they smelt something on her, but i didn’t do anything. all i could do was stand there and panic.”

“you couldn’t do anything. any movements we made would’ve made everyone suspicious.” you state.

“couldn’t even protect my own daughter and-” he shakes, you can see the tears in his eyes and he’s not even looking at you. “i failed her, and ‘m gonna fail you both now.”

you stand up immediately, walking over to his chair until you’re stood between his legs. your hands find their place on either side of his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks and brushing away his tears, forcing him to look up at you. you hesitate, but your thumb gently traces the scar on his temple, and you hear him take a sharp breath in at the simple, yet doting touch of the place that marks the darkest time of his life after the death of his daughter.

“you’ve never failed us. not at the beginning, and definitely not now. you’ve done so much to protect us, tex. taking on a fourteen year old girl is a lot, but taking on me, too? well, i have to applaud you for that.” he laughs. “but don’t think i don’t admire you for what you’ve done. hell, most men out there would’ve ditched us when they had the chance but you? you stuck by, guided us, saved us, loved ellie like a daughter. a…and, you’ve made me feel at home.” a soft smile graced your lips. “everything you’ve done for us, been for us? that’s home.”

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

“i’ve got you.” you say, grabbing his hand, rubbing your hand over the watch. “you didn’t fail sarah, you’ve never failed ellie and you could never fail me.”

“but-”

“no buts. you will never know how proud i am of you and everything you’ve done for us. to open up like this…” you sigh “i just…i’m glad you did.”

he removes his hand from yours, wrapping them both around your waist and pulling you into him. his head rests on your stomach, and your hands find their way into his hair. “home.” he mumbles, and you feel the smile on your chest.

i bet your back can carry more than

just the weight of your button down

one by one they come undone

when we get home

you stand by as you watch joel enter the house. three days, three damn days without him by your side because he was on patrol. you couldn’t blame him, it’s his part in making the community of jackson safe. besides, you knew he’d lose his mind if he had to sit around all day and lack any form of agency. he’d been in this world for too damn long to not find a piece of his mind in protecting others, especially you and ellie.

joel walks over to you, embracing you in a tight hug as he places a small kiss on your forehead. it’s followed by one on your lips, to which he smiles slightly, tipping his forehead so it meets yours. “missed ‘ya so much, darlin’.” his texan drawl makes you laugh.

“missed you too, baby.” you place both hands on either side of joel’s face, pulling back slightly to admire all that is him. his scars, his soul, his heart, everything. “ellie’s missed you too. been waiting on your arrival the entire day.”

joel chuckles, kissing you on the forehead. “i’ll go give her this, then.” he pulls out a book from under his arm, something you completely missed when he entered your house. he holds it up to you, and you read the name. a soft smile graces your lips, and you feel yourself wanting to tear up.

“she’ll love it.” you whisper.

it’s a couple hours later, the three of you having just eaten dinner, and joel and ellie are sat on the couch together. the tv is turned on, but joel is nowhere near paying attention, all of it is on ellie. she reads out the jokes in the joke book he gifted her, he complained about the bad ones, laughed at the good ones, and even shared some of his own.

you find yourself admiring them both, smiling wildly as you watch their dynamic. you knew you had the best relationship with ellie, but nothing could compare to how joel was with her. like a father, he cared and loved her without overstepping ellie’s boundaries.

and that? that’s all you could ever ask for in a man.

i’ve seen you carry family

and all my insecurities

one by one they’ll come undone

when we get home

you stand before joel, blood splattered on your clothes and covered in bruises in visible places. you hated to know how you looked underneath. you sat perched upon the counter in the bathroom as joel runs a cloth under the running tap, dabbing it on your face to remove the dried blood.

it was a patrol gone wrong. you thought you could handle it by yourself, you had done in the past. but when your patrol partner had lured you into a raiders den, it had all gone south from there. they got a fair few hits and wounds onto you before you remembered who you were, and you showed them no mercy.

brown, puppy dog eyes stare down at you, it’s almost comical. a hardened man with the softest expression on his face, all because you were bruised and injured. he sighs, placing the cloth on the side. “need you to take your clothes off, sweetheart. see if there’s any more damage.”

your eyes immediately snap up to meet his, panic arising in your body so much so he saw it in your face. “hey, ‘s okay.” his hand gently cups underneath your jaw, keeping your eyes on his. “ain’t gonna do anything, baby. just need to clean you u-”

“no.” you shake your head feverishly, cutting him off. “no.”

“got to make sure you ain’t hurt anywhere else.” he stares at you, and he looks so concerned and worried that you cave. pulling off your jumper and shirt, stood in your bra and sweatpants, completely exposed.

joel’s eyes trace your body, and you feels his eyes catch the wounds, but the scars that cut across your skin in a variety of places. he stiffens up, hand hesitantly reaching out to gently trace one, much like you had done with his.

he looks up at you when he’s done, stepping closer with his hand on your hip, where the scar his finger had just traced lingered. he tips his forehead to meet yours, both of your eyes closing. “i gotcha, sweet girl. always do.”

he pulls back and grabs the cloth from the sink, running it under water again before he starts to clean the cuts on your body. he traces every scar on your skin, each time making you shudder from the sheer amount of love he dedicates towards you, ensuring your comfort and trust, much like you had done with him.

he’s got you. he always has, always will.

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

falling on top of you, joel’s hands travel underneath the hem of your dress, pulling down your panties. you sit up, pulling the white dress over your head, now completely naked and bare in front of the man you love.

joel tips your head up so you look at him, admiring your body as you sit naked and bare. he starts to take off his own clothes, pulling you close to him so he hovers of you. he kisses you lips passionately, your arms winding round his neck as you pull him in closer.

he chuckles as you moan when he bites your lip, pulling away to kiss down your neck, your chest, all the way down until he looks up at you, asking for permission.

you nod, and let him ravish you.

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere

because i’ve seen you

and i know you

and i’m not going anywhere.

a/n: fun fact, this was gonna end in tlou2 with joel and reader being murdered together but i said no <3

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Regarding the painting class in the recent EMTTS - what is Eddie’s reaction to Steve being called his friend!

Eddie barely has time to register that she called his husband his friend. He is too busy trying not to laugh because Steve just told this woman that she looks like a clown and then doubles down on it when she says that she’s not painting a self-portrait.

He looks at her and then at the canvas like, “You sure? It looks just like you. You’re very talented.”

Eddie loves these moments where Steve gets jealous and possessive so he’s positively beaming when Steve passes by him to go back to his own badly painted canvas and squeezes his hip. He gives Eddie a very pointed look and Eddie just grins back at him.

He almost informs Stephanie that Steve is not just his friend, but Steve beats him to it. He refills his wine glass and mixes some green paint, and says, “Are all the men on this “list” of yours married? Are you into infidelity, Steph?”

Eddie ends up in a conversation about guitar amps with a mom whose daughter is taking a guitar class at her school, and Stephanie and Steve somehow get to mean girl passive with each other. There are definitely barbs thrown but they both seem to be enjoying this game of verbal tennis.

Stephanie spends the last half of the class trying to wheedle out Steve’s celebrity crush because, “I know you have one. Everybody has a celebrity they’d risk it all for.”

She might have worn him down or maybe it’s just that Steve gets sappy when he gets wine-drunk, but his cheeks get rosy and he gets this dopey look on his face when he says, “There is someone.”

“Oh, is there?” Eddie chimes in, grinning when Steve looks at him. “Do I know them?”

“You might.”

Eddie knows what’s coming, but he still feels giddy and bubbly when Steve puts both his hands on his face and pulls him into a kiss. Eddie’s not going to say he melts, but he melts just a little.

They pull apart and then because Steve also gets a bit frisky when he drinks, he slaps Eddie on the ass and tells him that he’ll meet him in the car. He walks out of the room with some pep in his step and a whistle on his lips, an ugly painting under his arm, and Eddie just laughs.

He says to the shocked looks on Stephanie’s gals night out group’s faces, “That’s my husband, by the way.”

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I am a hardcore believer that Steve loves nicknames. He never really got any but he loved the idea of them and as his little family grew he started giving everyone nicknames.

Max is little Red, Mad Max or Random Girl (the last one was a joke from when they first met that stuck around)

Dustin is either Henderson, Dust, or Dusty bun (Dustin responds to the last one by using Eddie’s random nicknames for Steve to get back at him)

Will is most commonly Will but he’s also called Baby Byers, or when Jonathan is around, the better Byers (he does this on purpose to fuck with Jonathan, who responds by saying he likes Eddie/Robin better)

Mike is Wheels, little Wheeler, or shithead (he and Steve have an ongoing battle for who can come up with the rudest name for each other)

Eleven is El, Ellie, or when either of them is having a bad day, Ellie bean (this one came around completely out of nowhere when El was having a really bad day and Steve just said it and it made he smile so much that he keeps saying it)

Erica is Erica or Lady Applejack, she does allow him to call her his youngest child sometimes though, even if they interact like two old ladies at a retirement home who only gossip

Lucas was the hardest for Steve to find a nickname for, mostly because they didn’t really know each other for a long time and he didn’t have the trauma that led to El’s nickname, but eventually he came up with a couple: Luke is a common one when they play basketball together, he does call him Lesser Sinclair sometimes when Erica is around just to cause shit, but the one Eddie helped him come up with is Lucas’s favorite - Padawan (Eddie made Steve watch the Star Wars movies with him so he would actually understand the references the kids make and Steve really enjoyed it, Eddie said that Lucas was basically his padawan at one point and the name stuck)

Robin also gets nicknames, Rob, Robbie, Bobin, Bobbie, Birdie, but she prefers Robert because she thinks it’s funny - she calls Steve Stephanie when Robert gets pulled out.

Nancy is still Nance - even if there are plenty of nicknames that other people have come up with for her, he can’t get himself to call her anything but her name.

Jonathan is Jon or Jonny, usually that one is when they’re all drunk and/or high together

Argyle gets Gyle, but Dude is his favorite

Eddie is the petname king, and Steve refuses to fight him on that title but he still has a few for Eddie - Ed and Eds happen more often that Eddie even, but babe is also very common, honey/hon happens sometimes but usually because Steve wants something (and it always works)

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Bedazzled and Bewildered

pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Shy!Reader

Summary: Y/n is supposed to be celebrating one of her major stepping stones but that seems to be far from her friends' intentions. Thankfully Chris always knows what to do

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“o-oh yeah that’s totally okay, I get it” I said quietly watching my friends get into a limo after our night out. Sure I wasn’t the type to come out of my comfort zone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mind being left out of social events. Tonight we were celebrating my engagement to Chris, something Stephanie herself had planned actually. Only to find out there wasn’t enough room in the limo for all 8 of us..

“Oh Y/n you don’t mind right, it’s just all of us haven’t hung out together in a while” Grace smiled linking onto the other girls while they faced me on the pavement, the limo waiting in the background.

“But I thought-“ I said feeling my cheeks start to heat up, the alcohol clearly taking its effect strongly

“Well we know it’s not your thing so we thought it’d be chill if you just went on home? I mean that’s okay right? The hotel room only has beds enough for us, plus you’re a home body anyway”

So now i’m stood at the front of a random club in a part of town i’ve never been to before, and Chris is out with his buddies tonight. Starting to feel a bit scared I (as a reflex) felt myself start to shake a little bit and wobble, however finding the courage to hail down a yellow cab and heading straight home.

I got through the front door, yeah my social battery was basically dead, but I would’ve loved to spend some time with my friends tonight. Dodger instantly ran towards me, his wet snout sniffing all over as he licked my hands and face, at least someone was in a good mood tonight

Giving him his usual fill of cuddles I walked up to our bedroom, changing into my favourite pair of fluffy baby blue pyjamas. With my makeup now off and my hair combed back into a bun, I padded on downstairs and settled onto the couch.

With Disney plus now playing the original Peter Pan movie, I felt warm tears slide down my cheeks, not even wanting to check my phone when it said there were videos sent into our group chat. Cuddling into Dodger, I slowly felt myself calm down; the movie giving me a sense of homely comfort. Trying to ignore the throbbing dizzying pain in my head, I shoved my face more into the soft couch pillow.

Even back in high school I never meant to be the butt of their jokes, i’d rather stay quiet than make them uncomfortable, so I guess that’s where I need to improve

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Alright guys I think imma head home, I wanna be there when my girl gets home tomorrow, hopefully not too drunk” I said waving off to the guys as I left the house where we were getting together to watch the game. My heart swelling with pride with the fact I had someone to get home to, that didn’t have fur of course.

God I can’t wait for Y/n to get home, heck I was proud of her for going out tonight. Recently she had been struggling a lot with social anxiety with the paps constantly on our case cause of the engagement. Still smelling her sweet vanilla scent on me I drove up the driveway, expecting the house to be empty.

“Did I leave a light on or somethin?” I whispered to myself getting out of my car and opening the door warily. A soft smile finding its way onto my face when I wandered in to see Dodger and Y/n snuggling on the sofa with a Disney movie on in the back.

“What are you doin back so soon baby?” I asked coming to stand in front of her, her big doe eyes peering up at me with a frown on her red flushed face. That’s when I knew something was wrong.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“I-I don’t know what I did wrong” My throat closing up as I felt sobs threaten to break out from me. Chris pursing his lips and bending down to pick me up, his hands wrapping around me as I hung onto him like a koala.

“Let’s get you more comfy sweet girl and then we can talk yeah?”

Nodding my head, he carried me into our bedroom, peeling back our soft cotton covers and setting me in. Getting changed himself into his own sweatpants,

“Ya still can’t be getting shy like this bunny” He smirked watching me cover my face under the blanket once he got nude, before pulling up his sweatpants.

“Cant help it, you’re too handsome” I muttered feeling him slip into bed beside me, he gently pulled down the sheets covering my face.

“Ya wanna talk about what happened today bun?” He said pulling me to lay my head on his chest as he sat against the headboard, his hands playing and ruffling my hair as I talked away.

“Well you know how the girls and I went out to a bar tonight right?”

“Mhm” He hummed pulling back the hair strands that usually frame my face

“W-well we were supposed to stay the night at a hotel”

“Yeah ya told me that bun” He said pressing a kiss on my forehead, my fingers playing with the strings of his sweatpants.

“So once we got out of the bar, they told me that the limo didn’t have enough room and neither did the hotel room. S-so they jus told me to go home” I sniffed, feeling Chris tense up behind me, his hands stopping in my hair.

“Hold on, so how did you get home? You’ve never been to that side of town before”

“I took a cab” I muttered out already knowing what his reaction was going to be like.

“Baby you know that’s not safe. We don’t know who the paps are, you shoulda called me. Especially when you’re drunk” He sighed out tapping me to sit up and look at him. His lips tightly held together with a sad look on his face

“I know but I didn’t wanna disturb you and I just wanted to get home quickly” I leaned onto him, his arms rubbing my arms softly

“I know bun, but next time you call me alright? N' fuck those friends of yours, excuse the language but what assholes. I don’t want you to hang out with people who put you in these dangerous positions”

“I know, i’ve been thinkin about that a lot recently, i’m sorry for all this Chrissy”

“Hey no need to apologise none of this is your fault, they don’t deserve your precious self. I know Scar and Liz have been asking to go out shopping with you, would you be up for that?”

“Oh yes please” I said feeling myself start to feel better now, tracing my hands over Chris' tattoos before feeling him reach over into the bedside drawer and pull something out.

“Knock yourself out baby” Setting down the body markers, he smiled down at me and kissed my softly knowing exactly what I needed to fully relax. Turning on the T.V for some background noise, he started tracing shapes into my back, watching as I coloured in his tattoos on his chest.

“I love you Chris, I can’t wait to marry you” I whispered

“I love you more Y/n, in my head i’ve already married you baby”

“Ya wanna come out and visit Ma with me tomorrow” His nose nuzzling against my cheek while I worked on the tattoos further up,

“Mhm, I still have to give her the blanket she wanted me to knit”

“I’m still jealous you’ve never knitted me anything”

“Well I mean- It’s”

“YOU HAVE KNITTED ME SOMETHING HAVENT YOU” He shouted catching me red handed, his lips pulled into the smile I fell in love with all those years ago in college.

“B-but it’s not that good” I said pouting sitting up, his fingers tugging on my chin to bring me in for a kiss,

“Come on bub, let me see it” He frowned, placing various pecks all over my face, a smile forcing its way on me. Standing up I walked to my side of the closet, pulling out a soft blue phone pouch

“I heard you complainin about your new phone being too heavy to hold in your hands, So I thought-“

“Baby doll, why didn’t you give me this sooner” I felt Chris take the small pouch out of my hand and set his phone into it, slinging it over his shoulder, a goofy smile on his face.

“Cause it looks stupid” I frowned watching him look at himself posing in the mirror,

“No it doesn’t. Jeez whatd I do to deserve a fine woman like you, always takin care of me” He cooed taking it off and settling us back into bed, a soft smile on my face as I felt him caress the fluff on my pyjamas.

The upset feeling in my stomach started to boil up, my face contorting out of queasiness.

“Oh no” I whispered bolting out of the bed and throwing myself onto the cold bathroom tiles, hunching over and emptying my stomach into the bowl

“Baby” I heard Chris say walking over and hunching down beside me, holding my hair behind my head as he ripped off a bit of tissue and dabbed at the side of my face.

“I’m so sorry Chris, i’m a mess”

“It’s okay baby doll, come up here and let me see ya” Chris had lifted me up and cupped my face, placing a kiss on my forehead before helping me brush my teeth. His arms supporting my now weak and tired body, enveloping me in warmth as we approached the bed once again.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“It’s alright bun, i’ll be here when you wake up” I said softly looking down at the bundle of love laying her head on my chest. Her scented shampoo filling my nostrils, her breaths evening out as her chest rose and fell. My hand combing through her hair, I don’t think I could be any more in love than I am with her.

She’s too good for this world.

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If The Fates Allow

Paring: Andy Barber (Drew) x Reader (Muffin)

Word Count: 3.4 K

Summary: Andy did you dirty and you are done. Can he convince you to give him your heart again?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Tons of Angst, hurt, pining, and bitterness. Secret relationship, employee relationship, drinking, jealously, dancing, mistletoe, arguing, apology, that love thang.  Allusions to blow job, car sex, desk sex. Oral (f receiving.), fingering, squirting, allusions to p in v, breeding kink. Daddy Drew kink.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on  this very detailed ask. This is a companion piece to The Trouble With Love Is.

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When you showed up at the staff Holiday party looking like a million bucks in a shimmering gold dress, and killer heels, Andy was appropriately speechless.

You’d curved him, looking right through him as he stopped at your table to wish you Happy Holidays. You didn’t even spare him a smile.

Andy was shook. 

He went to the bar to knock a couple back and get up the courage to try again.

You were bitter.

You were in full on savage mode. 

And Andrew Barber was the cause.

You sat with Stephanie, who was in her second year of law school and glad for the break. She was lit, on her fourth drink and you weren’t far behind. You were both shit talking about Andy, who was watching you two out of the corner of his eye from his perch at the bar.

“Look at him. He ain’t shit.”

Steph side eyed you.

“You’re acting like you’re his wife? She’s the one who should be bitching about him.”

“You are soooo muthafuckin right, Steph. I. Am. Not. His wife.”

“Yessssss. Girl what is up?” 

Stephanie was worried now.

“He ain’t got a wife,” You mumbled into your drink.

“What?”

Steph didn’t hear you.

“Nothing.”

You thought back to the fall when his divorce was final.

Andy had spent the night with you. The entire night! You’d awakened in his arms and felt lighter than air. You made him breakfast and started scrolling your phone for restaurants for that evening.

Andy watched you on your phone and nodded at you as you were scrolling.

“What are you up to, Muffin?”

You grinned at your boyfriend.

“Drew… can you pull some strings and get us in o ya tonight? Pleaseeeee?”

You made your best pouty face for him, which he normally couldn’t resist. He swallowed his food and took a drink, eyeing you warily.

“You know we can’t go out in public, Baby.”

Your face, and your stomach, dropped. But you got up and sat on Andy’s lap.

“What? Why? You’re divorced now. We’re free, Drew…”

Fear bloomed in his chest as Andy accepted your kiss and held your chin between two fingers.

“Yeah. The divorce is final, but we need to lay low, just for a little while longer, honey.”

You pouted and Andy’s heart twisted. It was too much to hope that he could have everything he wanted so suddenly. No, he had to be careful, temper this newfound hope that was within his reach.

“But, Drew…”

Andy lifted your chin and started kissing down toward your cleavage while reaching under the shirt of his that you were wearing. 

“I am divorced, but not everyone needs to know that right now. And we still work at the same firm. It could mean your job. Or mine. Or both.”

“But…”

“Just a little while longer…” 

You whined. 

“Shhhh, Muffin.” 

Andy started to knead your breast as he kissed your neck. His voice was deep and his dick was hard as you sat on his lap.

“Now, what do you want for takeout tonight?”

You laughed into your glass.

“Just a little while longer.”

Stephanie gave you the gas face as she got up. 

“You need some water. You’re becoming a surly drunk.”

You just rolled your eyes and watched as Stephanie stepped next to Andy at the bar. He looked over to your table and you stuck your tongue out at him.

You were thinking of how the ‘little while’ turned from days, to weeks, to months, and how now here you were, four months later, and no one even knew that Andy was divorced, or that you had given a year of your life to that man. 

At the bar, Andy caught your display of ire and cleared his throat. It was the first communication you’d had in over a month. You had blocked him on everything, including changing the locks at your apartment just before Thanksgiving, the last time you asked him to go public with the relationship. 

And the last time he said no.

Andy missed you like crazy. And he was worried. But he was sure that you’d be back. He was planning on asking you to meet him after the party when Stephanie stepped up to the bar.

“Merry Christmas Stephanie. You and Y/N having a good time tonight?”

Steph looked back over her shoulder at you and shook her head.

“I’m trying Mr. Barber, but Y/N is being a little difficult.”

The bartender delivered two waters to Stephanie.  

“I’ll get her right, though. Merry Christmas, Mr. Barber.”

Andy watched as you started drinking the water. Neal sat down beside him. 

This fucking guy.

“That’s a prime piece right there. I’d like to get up in there.”

Andy glanced where Neal was looking. Your table.

“Stephanie’s pretty cute.”

Andy knocked back his drink and prepared to get up and relieve himself of Neal’s company.

“No. I mean, Y/N.”

Neal looked at Andy, who couldn’t tell if Loguidice was rattling his cage on purpose. Neal leaned in.

“C’mon, tell me you’ve never imagined bending that ass over your desk.”

Andy didn’t have to imagine that. That was how you two got together, one late night at the office. 

But he didn’t want to hear it coming out of Loguidice’s mouth.

“Do me a favor and shut the fuck up. Spare me your twisted fantasies, Neal.”

Andy retreated across the room as people started to dance. He stood on the wall and watched as Neal got some liquid courage and went over to get rejected by you.

Except he didn’t get rejected. You took his hand as he led you to the bar to get a drink and then to an isolated corner. 

Andy’s head was about to explode. 

You may have been just a little tipsy, but you knew what you were doing.  

You were in a corner with Neal Loguidice, flirting up a storm, laughing at all of his jokes, and loudly.

You knew that Andy was standing there like everything was alright. And why wouldn't he? You were no one to him, right? And no one even knew he was divorced, did they?

After all, the last year meant nothing to him, even though you played wifey and he played you cheap, keeping you his little secret.

That’s what you screamed at him the last time he saw you. Andy had tried to make you see how much you mean to him, but fear outweighed his feeling. 

Andy was wary of going public with you.

You were weary of being the side chick to his ego.

But when he looked up, he saw you, in a dark corner of the restaurant, being chatted up by Neal Loguidice. 

Andy saw red and he swore that steam was rolling out of his ears. He started to advance on you two, but you took Neal’s hand and led him to the dance floor, allowing him to pull you close as the slow song blared from the DJ’s speakers.

His heart dropped and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. The sight of you in someone else’s arms, in Loguidice’s arms, made him feel like an idiot. 

An idiot who let you get away.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter what everyone thought. All that mattered was you.

He got an idea and went to speak to the DJ, a hundred dollar bill in his hand. The music abruptly changed to the cha cha slide and you and Neal stood there awkwardly at the suddness of the transition.

He moved through the dance floor amid the crowd of people moving in unison. You glanced over and grimaced. Trying to keep a straight face as Andy managed to keep up with the footwork.

You’d never danced with or near him before, other than swaying in your living room, because he never took you dancing.

That made you angry again and you looked over at Neal and gave him a sexy smile, just because you knew it would piss Andy off.

You didn’t notice until it was too late, that with each turn of the dance Andy was manuevering you right where he wanted you.

When the song ended, he was able to cut you off from Neal and the rest of the dancers.

You were between Andy and the edge of the bar, and he was reaching up for something above you on the little portico in the area. 

You smirked at him when you saw what he was holding.

“Well, look at that, Y/N.”

Andy held it out to you, smirking.

“Is that mistletoe?”

There were people around, so you knew he was full of shit. You put your hands on your hips to challenge him.

“Are you– are you pulling down mistletoe, Mr. Barber?”

Andy looked at the plant in his hand as if he’d never seen it before.

“I guess I am. I must want to kiss you very badly.”

You were stunned. You looked around and you caught Stephanie raising her eyebrow at you and at Loguidice glaring at you both.

“I’m tired of you jerking me around. Do it. I dare you.” 

Andy tossed the mistletoe on the bar.

“If you say so.”

Then he moved forward, pressing you up against the wooden column and caressing the side of your face. You shuddered at this first touch in over a month. His thumb moved over to trace your bottom lip and you opened slightly, full of anticipation.

“I’ve missed the hell outta you, Muffin.”

And then he did it. Andrew Barber kissed you in front of about 185 people at the staff Klein Law Firm Christmas party. 

You moaned in the back of your throat and moved your hand up in his hair as he went to town tasting you and re-exploring your mouth with his tongue. His hand moved down the side of your body and ghosted over your ass, but returned to your waist.

When it was done, you rested your forehead against his.

“Drew…”

“Holy shit! Andrew is Drew!”

Stephanie was shocked.

Loguidice glared at you two and stalked out of the restaurant.

“Will you come talk?”

You looked at Andy’s extended hand in front of all these people and you had to accept. He was being fully honest for the first time in a while.

You sat outside Andy’s new condo and argued. 

With Andy. 

And with yourself.

Every time he tried to apologize, you rejected it. 

You pulled out your phone to call an Uber, fully sober and not willing to settle for less than you were worth.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, coming home with you. You still ain’t shit, Drew!”

Andy dropped his head, and then looked back up at you.

“I know. I don’t deserve a moment of your time.” 

Andy bit his lip, intoxicated by being this close to you again.

“But please, just come up and we’ll talk. That’s all.”

You two stared each other down, neither one of you believing what Andy had just said.

“I’m not sucking your dick, Drew.”

Andy put his hands up in defense and laughed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Then he looked up in the air.

“Well… that’s not true. Have woken up more than once with ruined sheets like a schoolboy because of you.”

You cleared your throat. 

“Do we need to talk in the car?”

You gave him full attitude. Andrew Barber was not going to get in that easily.

“Sure. This car holds lots of… memories.”

Andy’s eyes roved you and the interior of his Audi.

You flashed back to when Drew turned you out in the driver’s seat. Shit. You couldn’t escape the ways and places you two had sex.

You rolled your eyes. 

“Fine, let’s go up.”

You moved to open the door and Andy said, “Ah ah ah…”

You sat back and waited with anticipation as Andy came around and opened the door for you. The electricity when he took your hand was just annoying at this point. And the way that he held it, in the elevator, gently rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb was not a turn on.

Not at all.

When Andy opened the door to his place, you walked in and surveyed the layout. It was very nice, if bachelor pad bare.

“Nice place.”

“It’s made much nicer with you in the space.”

You were still resistant to him, trying to keep your heart hard.

“So… I mean… what? I feel like this is an alternate universe or something.”

Andy’s world was upside down. He ran his hand through his hair and stared at you.

“What do you want to talk about Andrew? I told you I’m done.”

Andy was pressed.

“D’you want something to eat?” 

Andy looked at you and licked his lips. You were beginning to hunger, but not for food. Then you remembered why you were here. You straightened your spine.

“I was about to eat at the party, but then you made a scene. What’s up with that, Drew?”

Andy smiled at your nickname for him. Maybe there was hope. He gestured for you to sit down.

You took off your coat and handed it to him after he took off his jacket. You sat on the opposite end of the couch from him.

“I’ve made some decisions about my life. I’m tired of running from my feelings.”

Andy looked you straight in the eye. You felt he was telling the truth.

“I’ve treated you badly, like you were just a side piece and not worth me shouting my love for you from the rooftops. That’s what tonight was about. I’m done being a fool.”

You crossed your arms, silently considering what he was saying.

“I just don’t know if you’re done with me.”

“I said I was, didn’t I?” You snapped back.

Andy scooted closer to you.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. You clearly kissed me back at the party. And you agreed to come here with me, then you came up. Your actions seem to indicate otherwise.”

“Don’t cross examine me, Mr. Barber.”

Andy chuckled, his gaze moving around your face and settling on your lips.

“Can I just ask one question?”

You knew it was dangerous, but you assented anyway.

“Do I still have your heart?”

Damn. That was such a sweet fucking question.

You just gulped and stared at Andy, growing warmer with each second. It was all so intense. The energy was thick.

Andy moved closer.

“Where is your heart, Muffin?”

Your eyes half lidded at the nick name.

“I hate you, Drew.”

Andy moved even closer, and was reaching for you.

“I know. And I deserve it. But that wasn’t the question.”

You closed your eyes. 

“Let me tell you where my heart is.”

You took a deep breath, opened your eyes and looked at Andy.

“At first it was infatuation. From the moment you stepped foot in the office. I mean, the way you look, that body.”

Andy looked at you and then shook his head. 

“Then, when we started hooking up, I convinced myself it was just sex. I hid my feelings from myself, until you took up residence in my heart. Right here.”

Andy took your hand and placed it on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat. 

“And through everything, you’ve been there for me when it mattered. I love you Y/N. I know I’ve said it before. But I want you to know it all over again.”

You were caught up in the story Andy’s deep tenor was telling. But it wasn’t a story. You knew it was the truth.

“So. If you’ve taken your heart back from me, I want to ask for it back. Are you willing to trust me with it again? I promise I will try to heal what I’ve done, and celebrate you as the queen you are. My queen.”

“Oh, Drew.” 

You drew in a shuddering breath.

“Fuck it. You still have my heart. But I still hate you a lil’ bit.”

Andy chuckled, heart light at your admission.

“Understandable. I want to do so many things with you. Take you out, maybe have your help with decorating this place…”

You looked around. 

“You definitely need it.”

Andy slid on the floor and was on his knees before you. 

“And one day. Maybe you can sleep over… indefinitely…”

You were giddy at the prospect of what you wanted for so long. But you were still reticent. You bit your lip.

“Now why would I be sleeping over, Mr. Barber?”

Andy’s eyes were dark blue now, and he was reaching for you after your flirty response.

“I would hope that you would be so tired after all the orgasms I’m gonna give you that you just pass out naked on my bed.”

Andy’s hands went from your ankles to your calves to your thighs, pushing the gold fabric higher.

“Hmmmm. Big talk, Andrew.”

Andy leaned over and kissed you, gently teasing your lips open and sweetly tasting your tongue. You soft moan made him hard as a rock.

“Do you trust that I won’t hurt you again?”

You caught your breath after the kiss, getting lost in his eyes.

“No. You’ve just got to prove it.”

“Deal.”

“Right now I’m going to prove what I said about the orgasms. I’ve been dreaming about sucking the shit out of your clit and eating you out until you squirt.”

“Fuck, Drew….” 

Your whine told him all he needed to know. His hands moved up to the apex of your thighs and you squirmed slightly away from him.

“Where are you going? I told you, don’t run from me again. C’mere.”

He beckoned to you with his finger.

“Bring that ass here.”

You bit your own finger and smiled. Daddy Drew was back. You scooted down so that your ass was in his hands. He felt you up with his fingers.

“Oh shit, Muffin,” He felt the thong in your ass.

Then he looked down as you lifted your skirt the rest of the way so he could see your gold covered cunt. 

“For me?” 

You giggled and nodded.

“You shouldn’t have.”

Andy reached down and pulled your thong to the side, staring at you for the longest.

“A sight for sore eyes.”

Andy was actually whispering to your pussy as he started rubbing it with one thumb on top of you and the other coming in from the bottom to play in your wet, soppy hole. You started moving your pelvis.

“Ah. You’re desperate are you? You given what is mine away to anyone eles while we were apart?”

“No, Daddy. Have you?”

Andy didn’t hesitate.

“You own me baby girl,” said Andy as he lowered his mouth to lick up your slit.

“You always will.”

Andy rotated his palm and held you open with the other hand as you watched him eat you out. He fulfilled his dream of sucking your clit until you saw stars, and crooked his fingers just right to get you to squirt, as only he could.

Andy basked in it, then took off his wet shirt and the rest of his clothes before he divested you of your dress. You were limp, trying to recover from his ministrations as he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and took you upstairs.

“Next stop on the tour is my bedroom, and my bed that I bought with you in mind. And the mostly empty walk in closet, because I know your clothes will take up more space than mine.”

You giggled as you were deposited on a king sized bed with the softest duvet ever. Your eyes widened and so did your legs as Andy pumped his massive dick. How you’d missed it.

“And no condoms allowed in this house. You’re gonna take this cum until it’s dripping out of your pores, by god.”

You opened your legs even wider as he descended toward you, three fingers already inside you to stretch you out.

“Yes, Daddy Drew…”

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[rhapsodynew]

Little-known facts about the cult rock band – part one.

Led Zeppelin – founded in England in 1968, the band was almost doomed to success because its founder, guitarist Jimmy Page, and his buddy, bassist and keyboardist John Paul Jones, were already experienced session musicians. Adding a vocalist Robert Plant and the drummer John Bonham – both young but well versed in their shared local music scene – complemented the band perfectly.

An international sensation of the 1970s, Led Zeppelin remains one of the most successful and legendary bands in rock history, breaking records with their rousing live performances, diverse genre catalog, and refusal to play by the rules. Some of their songs, including the iconic "Stairway to Heaven" and "Whole Lotta Love", became classics of the time and genre.

However, over the years, the band's touring exploits – in particular, frequent fun with female fans, the destruction of hotel rooms and reckless use of substances and alcohol – have become a cautionary tale about the dark side of rock and fame in general. It may look colorful and interesting, but in fact the career of the Zeppelins was extremely dark and tragic... 

Below are some of the most unique and little-known facts.

Robert Plant plays the harmonica

Robert Plant was afraid of the stage – at first

While this may seem shocking, given that Robert Plant is now widely known as one of the most iconic rock frontmen of all time, the lion-maned singer once suffered from self-confidence issues. Plant was still literally a teenager (namely, he was 20 years old) when Led Zeppelin first hit the road in 1968, and the shouts of the crowd, as well as harsh media reviews, were initially unbearable for him...

At the beginning of their journey, critics were not kind to the Zeppelins, and Plant, being the face and voice of the group, often bore the brunt of their insults. Some accused Robert of affectation, others of "excessive femininity.".. The cruel words deeply hurt Plant, who was already prone to self-doubt.

Later, the group manager Peter Grant admitted that he had to hide bad reviews from Plant in every possible way, and even comfort the anxious vocalist just to bring him on stage. It was for this reason that Robert also hesitated to write lyrics, which is why many considered him the weak link of the group (again, at the initial stages).

John Paul Jones miraculously did not die in the fire.

John Paul Jones

During a tour of America in 1973, Led Zeppelin threw a party in New Orleans, Louisiana. The group stayed at a hotel in the French Quarter, known for its vibrant nightlife... And that night the bass player John Paul Jones will never forget!

The story goes how John met a certain Stephanie, and invited the girl to his room. The problem came up soon, and it was that Stephanie was actually a man! However, John later claimed that he knew this, and that Stephanie was his good friend, with whom they drank and had fun. In any case, it's not about what gender Stephanie was, and who she was to John. After entering the room, the two had a few drinks and smoked. They were so drunk that they forgot to put out their cigarette butts, and just fell asleep. Soon a fire broke out in the room, and John and his friend miraculously survived – they were found unconscious when the firefighters arrived! It was this incident that Robert Plant immortalized in the song "Royal Orleans".

"Everything is in perfect order on Bourbon Street –You can meet my friends, they hang out there all night long..."

The band was robbed during a US tour.

Led Zeppelin. Early 70s

On July 29, 1973 – the last night of the American tour – Led Zeppelin became the victim of a strange crime. The story goes that tour manager Richard Cole opened the band's safe while at the hotel and found it empty!

"I opened this thing, and there's nothing there–it's empty! Only passports! I burst out swearing because nothing else came to mind at that moment..."

To understand the full range of Cole's emotions, it's worth emphasizing that there were more than $200,000 in the safe– a significant portion of their income from the tour. Not wanting to disturb the band before they went on stage, Cole proceeded to resolve the issue as confidentially as possible. While the Zeppelins were performing, the FBI guys searched the hotel. There were no signs of forced entry on the safe, indicating that whoever stole the money had used the key. Cole was the first to come under suspicion, and he even had to undergo a lie detector test (which, by the way, did not reveal a lie in his words).

After the show, the FBI also questioned the band members, but found no leads. The next day, the robbery made national news. Although the crime remains unsolved to this day, many believe that Peter Grant is responsible for the theft.

John Bonham struggled with depression.

Despite the fact that he looked brave and fearless on stage, the drummer John Bonham had great difficulties on the road. A family man at heart, Bonham, known to his bandmates as Bonzo, often missed his wife and two young children who stayed in England when he toured. At the beginning of his career with Led Zeppelin, he started drinking a lot to fight his depression and homesickness, which most often led only to chaos...

A friendly and gentle man when sober, Bonham was prone to anger, recklessness and outbursts of rage when intoxicated. He often took out his alcohol-induced rage on hotel rooms and anyone unlucky enough to be near him at the time of his rampage. Over the years, this behavior earned him the nickname "The Beast".

"Bonzo drank because he hated being away from home, it's true. Between performances, it was difficult for him to cope with emotions ...", – said John Paul Jones.

John Bonham

The tour also aggravated Bonzo's mental state. He began to be afraid of flights, and also suffered from constant panic attacks before performing. One day he confessed to a journalist:

"Every year it gets worse for me. I have terribly bad nerves all the time... It's even worse at festivals."

Zeppelin concerts have become dangerous.

As their popularity grew, Led Zeppelin began to give larger-scale concerts, which led to new problems. On July 5, 1971, the band performed in front of a boisterous crowd of about 15,000 people at the stadium Velodromo Vigorelli in Milan, Italy. The promoters begged the band to ask the public to stop lighting the fire, which frontman Robert Plant repeatedly did, but to no avail. The situation escalated, and hundreds of police used tear gas, water cannons and batons to subdue the crowd. Many were injured.

Led Zeppelin

Disoriented by the blinding smoke, panicked onlookers rushed onto the stage, causing the band to drop their gear in the middle of the performance and flee. In the confusion, one of the Zeppelin roadies was hit on the head with a broken bottle and was hospitalized. Page later recalled:

"It was absolutely terrible..."

And this was just the first of many dangerous performances by the Zeppelins. During the band's 1977 American tour, fans without tickets burst through the gates at several concerts, leading to hundreds of arrests. That same year, violent riots broke out in Tampa, Florida, among a crowd of 70,000 when the show was interrupted due to rain, leaving the police outnumbered and powerless. Then, during a concert in Cincinnati, Ohio, a fan fell from an upper floor. It was the last concert in his life...

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[andysorbit]

With Love, John (M)

Summary: John is a personality all of his own. He can talk to anyone, charm everyone, and still go home with no one because he's bored of it. Bored of the blushing, tired of the smiling eyes with brows arched up in awe of him, sick to death of the strands of hair being pushed behind bright red ears because he is an Adonis among mortals. Then there's you. His ice water. The girl who makes him obsessed with a single poem because although those words aren't yours, you've opened a dictionary just for him and the words splash him and freeze him in place.

Non-idol!Johnny x Fem!reader

Andy's note: This is kinda long. I know, I know, I know. But!! It hit me a few days ago and I HAD to write it. This is my fkn baby. I put both ass cheeks into this and my ADHD-induced hyperfixation had a gorilla grip on me. I love Phil Kaye and I highly recommend you watch Phil perform Repetition here. Everything here will make sense if you do. I promise.

Genre: slight angst, mentions of childhood trauma, slow burn-ish, smut, romance, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, childhood trauma, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, daddy kink, slight edging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia (blink and you’ll miss it), slight katoptronophilia 🪞 (blink and you’ll miss this too), praise kink, strength kink, size kink, is Johnny boy an overindulgence of the kind of man I want? Yes and idgaf.

Playlist: Close to You - The Carpenters, It’s The Falling in Love - Michael Jackson, Feelin’ You - Jesse McCartney, Cave Me In - Gallant, Tablo, Eric Nam, As It Was - PREP, From Eden - Hozier, I Feel Good All Over - Stephanie Mills, Punch Drunk Recreation - Jesse McCartney, NFWMY - Hozier, Like Real People Do - Hozier, Play Me - Taemin

You're flat.

Deadpan and cold like the ice cubes in your coffee on days when the sun refuses to set and you just want to leave.

You never know why you want to leave.

It's boredom.

Dissatisfaction.

Wherever you are, you just want to leave and when you do leave, you always want to go back to the place you left.

It's a pattern of boredom.

Of missing your friends and counting the minutes until you can get away from them the minute they're around you.

Of reading books and skipping to the end because you don't have the patience to take your time finding out what will happen.

A spoiler never ruined anything for you.

You wish life could be that convenient.

You wish you could skip to the end to see if this shit that feels more like poorly written filler actually has a point or if you're an NPC set up for everything yet destined for nothing.

The tall guy comes into the store on an evening that feels exactly like every other evening and you think it's Wednesday until Ningning tells you that it's actually Friday and you grunt because it's just that bad.

"Excuse me. Could I talk to you for a minute?" the tall guy asks you.

"Yeah... just gimme a minute," you mutter as you finish updating the inventory and Ningning is star eyes and nerves as she fixes her shirt and tucks a lock if hair behind her ear.

He's not that cute.

"What's up?" You ask as you turn to him.

"I noticed that you read a lot. Could you recommend me a book? I'm running out of things and I've picked some duds lately," he says and his voice is like sex and candy and crushed flower petals.

"What genre?" You ask him.

"Any kind. Doesn't matter." He replies as he shifts nervously.

"Date and Time. Phil Kaye. Come on, I'll grab you a copy. Ningning, stay on the register," You say and walk off.

The tall guy follows behind you and as you navigate the narrow paths of the bookstore lined with high bookshelves you know he thinks you're pretty.

It doesn't matter to you though. What does being pretty do for anyone? Nothing if you don't meet the right people.

You turn a corner and pull the book off the shelf, "Here. It's one of the best books I've ever read," You say as you place it into his hands.

He examines the book, "Really?" he asks.

You nod, "You can feel free to sit and skim it if you want."

"I'm John by the way," he says and smiles at you.

"Y/n. If you're trying to steal it, I will punch you in the throat," You say and turn to head back to the registers.

"No- I... I just think you're beautiful," he says and drops his gaze for a moment.

You highly doubt the glare you're giving him really has him that flustered but he's good at pretending.

"So did every man that's ever fucked me over. Get in line." You say as you turn and make your way back to the front of the store

Ningning quits when she finds out that a swanky fashion store at The Oculus in Tribeca hired her.

You're not upset.

She's not really a book-selling girl.

She likes fashion and rich boys who drive fast cars. She hates her roommate Minjeong and working in The Oculus is her step up. It's a higher wage and a step closer to an apartment she can share with her rich boyfriend and not with the girl who may or may not be moving up in the fashion industry a little bit faster.

You don't think Minjeong is a bad person but Ningning is young and one day, she'll see it too.

You post a 'now hiring' sign in the window, one on the counter between both registers, one by the lounge, and one on the patron bathroom door then pray someone worth their salt inquires before the day is over.

This isn't even your fucking shop.

It was your friends until it wasn't. She dreamt of opening a book store and you didn't. You had no sense of direction and were more than content to just work for her. She met some guy named Yuta and you didn't even know the shop was in your name until the mail started coming in.

She signed everything over to you and disappeared. The letter she left is as theatrical as she is. Repetition is her enemy just as it is everyone's but she, like Ningning, likes rich boys who drive fast cars and she fell in love with a rich boy with a fast car who drove her away from you.

Her letter begged you not to hate her and it also begged you not to look for her and you still roll your eyes when it crosses your mind.

John, the tall guy, comes in and he smiles, "So... you're hiring?" he asks eagerly.

"That's what the sign says, right?" You grunt.

"Can I apply?"

The air is thick and his eyes pierce yours. "Don't you have a job?" You ask him flatly.

"I did but... now I don't," he replies with a shrug.

"You know how to work a register?" You ask.

He nods.

"You know how to make coffee, tea, and espresso?" You ask him.

He nods, "I literally worked at a coffee shop I'm like... Michael Jackson with beverages. I got this and I already know my way around the store," he replies with a smile.

He's probably never heard the word 'no' in his life.

"Fine. You fuck up, you're fired. This is my store so I'm HR. The last guy I hired liked my ass. He touched it and I put his face through the fucking counter. Do your job, keep your hands to yourself, and if you're looking for love, download Hinge. Girls come here to read, not to get hit on," You say.

"I doubt anyone who comes in here is as pretty as you are but okay," he says coyly.

"I come here to work, not to get hit on. Do it again and you can go back to that coffee shop. What's your availability?" You say as you take a tablet off the back counter. You navigate the prompts to get him registered.

"Whenever. Just no weekends." He says as he pokes around with the register prompts. The cash drawer jumps open and he slams it shut, "I can definitely work the register," he says proudly.

You nod, "Hooray. The store opens at eight, closes at six. That's a full shift. Monday through Friday. You get twenty-five bucks an hour. Breaks are paid because it just randomly gets too busy for one person to handle everything alone but there's plenty of downtime in between for you to recoup. You got an emergency? Let me know. Jisung, Chenle, and Yeri work weekends. If one of them can't make it, you or I will come in for them. I'll probably send you in. Get a set of keys from the cubby under the register."

You pause and wait for John to get the keys. Once he does, you continue,

"It has three keys. Front door, closet, employee restroom. There is no back stock room. If it's not shelved, we don't have it. Also, the customer isn't always right. If someone's being a bitch, you can tell them. Fist fights are fine but don't destroy my shit. A guy named Jonghyun comes in sometimes. Never charge him full price for anything. I will fire you if you do. He's an angel and we will move heaven and earth to keep him happy." You explain.

"Is he your boss?" John asks. "Nope. He's just the only man I've ever met who doesn't turn my stomach and he's really wonderful." You reply.

John nods.

The patrons browse silently and you pass the tablet to John, "Fill this out. I'll approve it tonight and you're all set." You tell him and take a minute to sip your coffee.

John taps in his information and his hands are beautiful.

You stare at them for a moment before he interrupts you to inform you that he's finished, "Thanks, Y/n," he says.

"It's fine," You say casually.

John is chatty. It's not a bad thing but you don't talk much unless you're familiar with people and your social battery is still drained from going out for drinks with old college friends the previous night and listening to how much they envy you. They're all in long-term relationships, traveling every holiday, and living. How could they envy a life that's as thrilling as dryer lint?

As the days turn onward, you find that John is a splash of color to your grey backdrop.

You don't lose track of the days anymore, you look forward to drinking his coffee and teas, and you like listening to him tell you about himself.

You've learned that his family is short and that nobody expected him to grow to be well over six feet tall but his mom cheated on her husband with the really tall man who gave her a really great deal on a 1995 Chevy Cavalier.

You also learn that he played basketball in high school and college and could've gone pro but he hated it and just liked the attention from girls.

Your favorite newfound story is that his mother confessed the affair and that led to you to learning that his biological father, wasn't entirely a bad guy despite the circumstances and he gifted John a 2013 Jeep Wrangler that he still owns.

John likes to read, he likes cheap wine, samosas, and nineties video games. He prefers savory foods over sweet ones and his favorite thing about his new job is that he can get home to watch Wheel of Fortune on time.

"Date and Time is... really good, Y/n," John says on a snowy Valentine's Day morning. You nod and pretend not to notice the small heart-shaped box and a card in the cubby under your register, "What's your favorite poem?" You ask him softly.

For the first time, there's no bite in your voice; no vocal defense to continue building an invisible barrier to separate you.

"Repetition," he replies.

You stop reviewing the orders for the day, "Why?" You ask.

"Because... I don't know... it's pretty relatable I guess? Sunsets are just six PM now and I don't remember why I wake up anymore," he says and smiles bashfully.

You nod in agreement.

Phil fucking Kaye is a man who wrote your life story and never met you.

A man whose words hit you as if he called you out in a room full of everyone you've ever known and read your browser history aloud is bonding you to some guy you're not even sure you really even like.

"It's my favorite too," You pipe up, "My parents got divorced when I was younger but... they never fully separated. They co-parented under the same roof and it was just as bad as it sounds. All the other kids with divorced parents envied me but they didn't know how hellish it was and I was in the middle of it all. Sometimes they'd give each other the silent treatment for days and vent to me. I learned more about them than any kid should know about their parents and..."

You trail off and smooth out your sweater. John's interest is peaked and you don't feel like stopping yourself,

"Life became a game of repetition. Tense silence, being silently dragged in two opposing directions, never inviting friends over... after a while, I stopped calling it a bad life... it just became home life. After a while, hearing 'your mother is a selfish bitch' just becomes like anything else you hear. 'Time for dinner', 'your father's a liar', 'I never wanted kids', 'make sure you stay away from boys', 'I love you, kiddo'... all starts to sound the same."

John nods, "I get it. My stepdad- the guy I thought was my dad until the growth spurts started, made us do family therapy with my real dad. My mom broke their hearts. My dad didn't know she was married and my stepdad convinced himself that she only did it because she knew he'd give her a cheap deal on purchasing the car." John says with a frown.

"Did he ever come to grips with it?" You ask.

"Yeah... then he killed himself," John deadpans.

You gasp, "Oh shit. I'm sorry," You say and John just shrugs.

"I hear that a lot. It doesn't mean anything anymore. Like... what are you guys even sorry for?" he laughs humorlessly and turns to the registers, "You gonna stop pretending you don't see that?"

You sigh and give him a weak smile, "I didn't get you anything. I'm sorry," You say sheepishly.

"Don't be. It's not really conventional considering our 'I talk and you listen' relationship is literally just me talking and you listening. Open the card at least," he says and reaches for it.

He gently places it in your waiting hand and you open it. The pink card has a porcupine holding little red hearts in its tiny hands and beneath it are the words written:

"I think you're porcu-fine!"

You chuckle, "Really? That's cute," You say as you glance at him and notice his prideful smile,

"I finally made you smile," he says sweetly.

"The card made me smile," You object quietly.

"Come on, open it," he urges you.

You open the card and see a fifty-dollar gift card for Wine World and you smile again.

In his playful scrawl, there's a message inside the card on its white canvas:

I think you're a Moscato sort of lady. Happy Love Day, boss.

With love, John

You smile, "Thank you, John," You say quietly.

John waves a hand at you, "Seeing you smile is rewarding enough. I was beginning to think your face would crack if you ever tried to," he says.

"I feel bad for not getting you anything," You say, "I- This is really nice and I wanna thank you for this somehow."

John smirks, "You can come back to my place and we can order takeout and watch Wheel of Fortune or we could go somewhere and have dinner or... I don't know as long as we can eat together," he says as his eyes search yours.

You toss the idea around in your head. "It's not a date," You cautiously.

"Oh God forbid." He shoots back with a playful smirk.

You both opt for a Cuban restaurant and as you walk there, you realize that John lives a lot closer to the bookstore than you realized. Twenty minutes from the store and thirty-six minutes from your apartment.

"Now I'll have to bring you bagels on the weekends. Gross," he tells you as you both eat.

"You don't have to do that," You reply.

"It's more of a want. You like cinnamon raisin bagels, don't you?" he says.

You nod, "Yeah. How'd you know?" You suspiciously.

John smiles, "The way you like your coffee. Extra light and extra sweet. It was just a guess," he replies coyly.

You lean back in your seat, "Are you always so observant, Columbo?" You ask.

John nods, "Yeah. I can't help it and you're just so fascinating. You kinda remind me of Goob from Meet the Robinsons. I watch people come into the shop and they're so enamored with you- the waitress hasn't taken her eyes off of you since we got here and you just slump along... and you think you're universally despised or overlooked when in reality, everyone is in love with you and that scowl you can't seem to shake. You're an enigma."

John skirts his finger around the rim of his beer bottle and you frown, "Okay, Heath Ledger, did you practice that in the mirror while you were in the bathroom?" You mutter.

He laughs, "Of course I did. I made you smile today. Eventually, I'm gonna make you blush."

"Don't count on it." You tell him with as much conviction as you can muster up.

When the wine hits you, you feel sleepy and very cozy, "Take me home. I'm tired," You groan.

"My place or yours?" he asks teasingly.

"Yours." You say softly.

John's straightens up, "You don't mean that," he says but you know he's hoping that you do.

"Of course, I don't," You say with a satisfied smirk.

"Tease," he chuckles as he waves the waitress over for the bill.

John walks you right to your apartment door and his hand softly moves up to stroke your cheek, "See you tomorrow, boss," he says and you can see that he's also just a little too drunk.

"Will you make it home safely?" You ask him as you fish your keys out of your coat pocket.

"Yeah. I'll let you know when I get there," he says.

Before you can stop yourself, you hug him tightly, "Thank you for today. It was really good and I didn't realize how much I needed it," You whisper against his chest.

He circles his arms around you and then brings one hand up to stroke your hair, "Anytime," he whispers. He feels warm and smells good like old books, lemon balm, and aftershave.

You inhale him once more and let go, "I think I'll leave the shop closed tomorrow. We're supposed to get a snowstorm anyway. Take the day off " You say as you unlock your door.

"You got it, boss." John says as he slowly makes his way to the elevator.

You steal one last glance at him as the elevator doors close.

His brown eyes meet with yours and he winks.

Your intercom buzzes and wakes you up. "What the hell," You whine as you get up.

You practically drag yourself to the intercom, "What?" You grunt before pressing the listen button.

You refuse to react and opt to scream in your pillow once you're in the privacy of your bedroom.

"I have bagels and coffee. Let me in," John says and you can hear the wind whistling around him.

You buzz him in and run to brush your teeth. There's no time to tidy up but getting rid of your morning breath will do.

He knocks on the door and you rush to open it, "Are you insane?" You all but yell.

John smiles and if it were possible, he could beckon Spring back early.

His entire face is red and damp from the bitter bite of the wild snowstorm raging on outside.

He sets down his bag and you help him out of his coat, "I'll go put on some coffee. Jesus, John, you're a popsicle," You sigh.

You bring the bag into the kitchen and empty its contents onto the counter. Bagels, cream cheese, strawberry jam, and ground coffee.

You fight a smirk as you set up the coffee maker.

John comes in, "No funny business, hold me. I'm cold," he says as he waits for you with outstretched arms.

You stare at him unamused.

"Bring it in, mama. Daddy needs body heat," he says as he tries his damnedest to fight the playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"No," You say standing your ground.

"I'm gonna get you. Come here, you grumpy shrew," he says in a mocking voice and he inches closer to you.

He encases his arms around you and you hum, "Fine but only because you brought me bagels," You don't mind hugging him.

Surprisingly, you love it.

"Whatever the reason, I don't care," he hums against the top of your head.

He leads you in a very slow dance and you rest against his chest still groggy with sleep.

He pulls back and stares at you, "I think this is the part where we kiss," he whispers.

You fight a smile, "Okay," You whisper back. "That's all? 'Okay'?" he laughs.

"Fine. Bring it in, daddy. Mama needs a kiss. Is that better?" You say sarcastically.

Johnny presses a hand into the small of your back, "That's perfect... Good girl," he purrs.

"Oh stop it," You hiss sheepishly as you press your face into his chest.

"Are you flustered? That means you're blushing. C'mon, lemme see that pretty face," he says and his voice is coated in sex and sweetness as he pulls back to examine your face.

You know he's filing this away for a later time and you avoid meeting his eyes with yours.

"You can let all of those guards down, Y/n. I've already got you and we both know it," he says smugly.

He dips down to press his lips to yours and you believe him.

He's got you.

You let him take the lead and he kisses you so hungrily that you have to fight to stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together in front of him.

"Why do you feel the need to get me?" You ask against his lips.

He squeezes you tighter to him and trails kisses along your jaw, "Because you've never made me feel special," he whispers.

"Well, no offense but... you're just a guy. Flawed and human like anyone else, why would I worship you?" You tell him.

"And that's exactly why I'm so drawn to you. Around you, I don't matter," he chuckles.

You look up at him, "You sound insane. Make it make sense," You say.

"I hit my first real growth spurt when I was ten. That's when everything fell apart and my mom confessed everything. How do you look your ten-year-old son in his eyes and tell him that the man he's been calling daddy- the man who signed his birth certificate and raised him isn't his actual father? At first, my biological dad rejected me and my stepdad cried every time he looked at me so I did what any rejected ten year old boy would do, Y/n... I made sure everyone liked me. Everyone, all the time. It wasn't hard because I was already the kid everyone liked but I just never had bad days, never had down days. I was just always smiling everywhere I went because I never smiled at home," John trails off and holds you as close as he can get.

You let him and you stroke his back, "You need therapy," You say and he laughs, "See what I mean?"

He kisses you again, "I didn't walk through a blizzard with bagels to be abused. Eat with me and then let's just sleep," he says and pulls away from you, "Come on."

You take two plates out from the cabinet over the sink, "Why didn't you drive?" You ask him.

"I hate driving when it snows," he says.

You two clamber into your living room; cups full of coffee and bagels on plates and you watch the snow wildly rip through the air. The silence is comfortable and John offers you a bite of his bagel. It's a plain bagel with a small amount of cream cheese and some strawberry jam. It's a nice change from your usual cinnamon raisin with more cream cheese than bagel.

"Am I your boyfriend yet?" he asks. It's a whisper of a question that you almost don't hear.

"Ask me later," You reply and turn to share a smile with him.

"Okay," he says and scoots over to you, "You have jelly on your lip and I would very much like to be a cheeseball and kiss it away... can I? I mean, it's not a lot so it'd be a waste to use a napkin."

You laugh and lean into him then lick your lips, "Did I get it?" You ask playfully.

"You want the truth?" he counters.

"Nuh uh," You say.

"It's still there," he whispers and leans in to slot his mouth against yours. Your stomach and chest flutter and flip.

"I think it's later now. Am I your boyfriend yet?" he hums against your lips and his tongue dips past your lips.

You nod.

John pulls away, "I wanna hear you say it."

"You're my boyfriend," You say to him and he smiles contently, "Righteous."

He gently takes your coffee cup from your hand and places it on the coffee table then guides your hands to his chest, "So we're together now. It's official," he says proudly.

Together.

After many dates and stolen kisses in the bookstore, you think you've completely fallen for John. His hands rubbing gentle circles into your back when he hugs you has become an addiction that you never hesitate to indulge yourself with. Your hardened exterior finally crumbled and you can honestly say that you love this man. He knows it but he's gentle and patient.

You shut down the registers and smile, "If you insist," You say softly.

"I do... Spend the night with me this time," he whispers as he comes up behind you.

"Too much dip on your chip, buddy," You say flatly as he turns you around to face him, "I can be convinced though."

John kisses your forehead, "We can have dinner and eat ice cream..." he kisses your lips then trails kisses down your neck, "Then I can paint your nails and we can watch a scary movie and I could hold you when you get scared."

He presses his lips to the pulse at the base of your throat and your eyes squeeze shut. "Paint my nails?" You repeat incredulously.

"I had a summer job in my cousin's nail salon for three summers," he says proudly, "I can even give you cute little decorations."

He has you as he always does and you just want to be as close to him as you can get. "Let's go then," You whisper.

You stop off at a pharmacy and pick up polish remover and a few bottles of nail polish. Pink, rusty orange, teal, and black.

"Okay, let's go see what ice cream they have," John says as his hand envelopes yours.

You let your mind wander, just for a moment, to how his hands would feel as they roamed over your body and you purse your lips.

You pass the family planning aisle and he stops, "Should we get condoms?" he asks you gently, "It's totally up to you."

You don't want to be so obvious so you pretend to think about it, "I think we should... just in case," You say shyly.

He leads you down the aisle and he actually looks nervous for a moment.

You squeeze his hand, "Well... you know yourself better than anyone," You pipe up as you stop in front of the array of condoms.

He chews his bottom lip as his eyes scan over the different boxes. He grabs a box of extra-large Magnums and you freeze in place.

John laughs quietly, "Are you okay?" he asks.

"I- I- uh- you got extra large. You know what size you picked up, right?" You babble.

John leans into you, "Yeah... I know, baby," he replies and his smile is just too delicious.

"Oh... okay then," You say and try to stay cool.

"I'll be gentle with you. I promise," h says and you all but collapse into a puddle.

After settling in and having dinner, you and John tidy up.

"Come get changed so we can do your nails," he says gently.

You nod and follow him into his room. He opens a drawer and takes out a slightly worn Keith Whitley t-shirt. "Pants or no?" he asks.

"No... I don't usually sleep in pants. Don't like it," You say as you take the shirt from him.

"I don't usually sleep in shirts," he says as he fishes sweatpants and another t-shirt out for himself. In a moment of bravery, you strip out of your jeans and sweater and fold them neatly then slip the t-shirt on.

"I was gonna give you some privacy but okay," John chuckles.

You shrug, "It's fine. It's just underwear," You say with a chuckle. John removes his clothes and you gawk just a bit.

"It's just underwear," he repeats and redresses.

You admire the Mike Nesmith t-shirt that he's wearing, "I've never seen these shirts. Are they bedtime exclusives?" You ask.

"Yeah... they've seen their better days," he replies, "Get comfy and I'll go get the polish."

You climb into his bed and inhale his fresh sheets. Your nerves send your thoughts in a thousand different directions at a million miles per hour. You inhale then exhale, "This is fine." You tell yourself.

You glance at his worn down copy of Date and Time on his nightstand and smile.

John comes back in, "Okay, let’s do this," he says as he gets into bed beside you, “Did you decide on a color yet?”

You nod, “Teal for my main color and... orange for my secondary color,” You say. 

“Okay so I’ll do orange on your thumb and your fourth finger and the rest will be teal. Sounds good?” John asks as he rolls the teal bottle of polish between his hands. 

“Yeah... what are you doing?” You ask him. “Mixing it. It’s better to roll the bottle instead of shaking it. Prevents air bubbles," he says and gives you a cocky grin. 

“That’s cool,” You say and he leans in closer, 

“Tip me for sharing my knowledge," he says playfully and puckers his lips.

You kiss him softly, “Do a good job and I’ll tip you again ” You say. 

“Hold on. Let’s play some music," he says as he reaches past you to get his phone off of the nightstand, "What are you in the mood for, my love?"

You shrug, "Surprise me," You say. He pulls back and you watch him scroll for a minute. He smiles and taps his screen. Lucille by Kenny Rogers plays on the Bluetooth speaker on his dresser, "Here we go... y'know my stepdad liked country music. He had great music taste." John says.

"Did he?" You ask softly.

John nods and fond smile shines through, "I'm still curating a playlist of the songs we used to listen to... it was way too much to remember at once but every once in a while, another song comes back to me then I get to add it to what I have so far."

You smile at him, "Does it help you feel closer to him?" You ask him.

"Yeah... sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never left me" John replies and gets to work on your nails as you both share more stories.

John finishes your nails as hums along softly. "Your voice is pretty," You tell him.

He kisses you gently, "You think so?" he asks. You nod, "Yeah," You say as you pull him into a deeper kiss and he reaches behind you to put the bottles of polish on the nightstand.

"What are you getting at, huh?" he purrs against your lips. "Oh, nothing really." You reply coyly. John pushes you onto your back and stares you down, "Nothing at all?" he asks and peppers your lips and neck with kisses.

"My nails are wet, John," You whisper. "Oh right. Let me help them dry a little faster," he says and brings your hands up so he can gently blow on your nails. "John," You whine.

"They'll be dry soon. Are you wet somewhere else, baby?" he says as he eases up the hem of your shirt ever so slowly. You nod and carefully place your hands on his shoulders to prevent smudging your nail polish.

"Do you want me to touch you? I bet those pretty panties are soaking wet," he dips his hand into your panties and slowly eases his fingers past your folds, "Oh, baby... is this all for me?"

John rubs slow circles into your clit and your eyes flutter shut, "John... faster... please," You whimper. He watches you intently and you involuntarily spread your legs a bit wider. "You stay put and let those nails dry, sweetheart. I'm gonna see just how wet you are. I wanna taste you."

You've never let a guy go down on you and as much as you want it, you're afraid of it, "John... I- I- wait-"

"Baby, it's okay. I need you to trust me, okay? I promise you won't regret this. Just really want you... it's more of a need if I'm honest and if you'll let me, I'll make you feel so good,” John looks at you with hungry eyes and you nod, “Yeah... yeah,” You whisper and just like that, he’s inching down, raising your t-shirt past your hips, and hooking his fingers around your panties.

"Look at me while I do this, okay? Don’t close your eyes," he murmurs as he pulls your panties off entirely and tosses them to the side. You watch him with your hands placed awkwardly on your stomach and you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair.

He holds eye contact as he pushes two fingers into you and sucks on your clit. “John!” You shrill and he shifts to hook one of your legs over his shoulder then brings his arm around to hold you in place.

You buck your hips and throw your head back as you feel him bring you closer to the orgasm you’ve been dreaming about, “Please! Just fuck me, John... I need you inside me.” You beg and John pulls away.

He licks his lips and curls his fingers up to hit your spot, “I am inside you, pretty girl. Is this not enough? Tell me what you want,” he says softly. 

“I want you to fuck me... please, John. I need you,” You beg and he sits up to take his shirt off. His toned body is all you need to stop caring about how dry your nails are and you trace your fingertips over his chest and down his stomach. 

“Look at what you’re doing to me, Y/n. Feel it," he says and brings your hand down to stroke him through his pants. “Oh God, John,” You gasp. He feels huge and you’re afraid, excited, and overwhelmed all at once. 

He bends down to kiss you hard, "I don't even know what I wanna do next... wanna suck your tits, wanna keep eating that pussy out, wanna turn you over and fuck you into this mattress... decisions, decisions," He purrs as he lifts you and takes your t-shirt off. He quickly unhooks your bra and flings it aside, "Shit, babe... Y/n."

He mouths at your nipples and rolls them between his fingers, "You're so gorgeous. Fuck... you like this baby?" he breathes as he presses his face into the valley between your breasts and breathes you in.

"Yeah... John... feels so good," You pant, "I can't take anymore. Please, please, please."

John laughs as he stands up, "Miss Y/n is a beggar? I never knew that. Miss grumpy little bookstore boss is begging to get slammed. Looks like you're gonna cry if I don't."

You sit up and tug at his pants, "And I will so stop fucking around and gimme it," You demand and he laughs before nudging your head which sends you falling back against the mattress. You both laugh and you reach up for him, "C'mon, please? I really will cry," You say in a small voice.

John takes down his pants and his boxers and you stare at his throbbing dick. "Oh shit," You gasp.

John smiles as he pulls you up by your hand, "Come on, beautiful. It's not so scary, right?" he says gently.

You scoff, "Yes it fucking is. Holy shit, John," You say. John laughs again, "Take your time with it. Come on. Open your mouth."

You can't deny that just the sight of him is making your mouth water despite the sheer anxiety. You try not to wonder if he'll even fit inside you but it tugs at the back of your mind.

You open your mouth and he slowly guides himself inside. He holds your head steady and slowly rolls his hips, "Such a good girl. See? You're doing great," he moans. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and bob your head around him slowly; savoring the feel of him against your tongue and the back of your throat.

"You're so fucking pretty. God, you look so hot like this... Such a beautiful girl. Come here. I'm dying to get inside you," John says as he pulls back and pulls you up to press a hot, wet kiss to your lips before kicking his pants and boxers off.

He climbs into the bed and pulls you on top of him. He teases your clit with the swollen tip of his cock and for a moment, you want to stop and use a condom but you look each other in the eyes and silently agree that neither of you can be bothered.

He lines himself up at your entrance and you hold your breath in anticipation.

"Hey, hey... you gotta relax, sweetheart, okay?" he says as he gently strokes his thumbs against your hips.

"O-okay. Just... please be gentle," You whisper. "Of course. I promised you I would. Just keep breathing for me and don't tense up, okay? Just relax," he says warmly.

You inhale deeply and hold it for a second before exhaling and holding onto John's broad shoulders. "That's my girl," he moans as he slides into you and completely bottoms out. He stretches you beautifully as he waits for you to decide that you're ready.

You clench around him and he presses a searing kiss to your lips, "Take all the time you need," he whispers.

You can see the need in his eyes but he's patient with you just like he's always been. He kisses you again then drags his mouth over the skin of your jaw then down to the pulse at the base of your throat.

As you begin riding him, he holds you steady and sucks marks into your neck and chest, "Look at you fucking yourself on my dick. God, baby... you like that, huh?" he groans huskily.

"Yeah... I- oh fuck! I love it, baby." You pant. "Aw, you love me?" John chuckles playfully.

"Uh-huh... I do... so much." You whimper as your voice breaks.

John smiles, "I love you too, baby," he says as he grips your hips and thrusts himself into you. You cry out and wrap your arms around his neck, "Feels so good... yes, John. Yes, yes, yes- God! Please don't stop... please."

John flips the both of you over and looks down at you, "So wet baby,' he sighs as he traps your arms above your head, "You're taking me so well... like we were made for each other."

You clench around him, "I was made for this... for you to fuck me... made for you," You whimper and wrap your legs around his waist. John reaches for a pillow and positions it under your hips, "You wanna see God tonight?"

You stare at him eagerly, "I already am," You whisper and John fucks into you like his life is depending on it.

You take it and you feel him slam so deep into you that you spread your legs even wider because he just invokes something so lewd and desperate in you and he is God tonight. You worship him with each stroke and his name is a prayer on your tongue and down your throat. His eyes are your pearly gates and his hips are your hellfire.

He presses a hand down against your abdomen. He knows he's got you wrapped around his fingers and he laughs a breathless laugh, "I'm just a guy... flawed and human like anyone else. Why would you worship me?" he heaves as he gives you back your own words. "John," You squeak, "Please."

The way he pins you down drives you mad and you just want him to wrap his hand around your neck. You reach up for his hand and he gives it to you. You bring it down your lips and kiss his knuckles then bring it down to your neck, "Please?" You ask softly and John circles his hand around your throat just right.

"God, you're such a dirty girl. Let's try something else. I think you'll like it," he says as he pulls out of you. You whimper at the absence of him inside you as you let him reposition you on your hands and knees closer to the foot of the bed.

"See that mirror?" John asks as he points to his full mirror across the room. You nod. "Watch us," he says as he slides back into you.

John pulls you up and presses you back against him. One hand travels up to your neck and the other travels down to tease circles into your clit. "John!" You cry.

"Cum for me, baby. That's my good girl," he croons softly against your ear. His fingers speed up and you cum undone but he doesn't stop, "Let me know if this is too much," he moans. Your body lurches and twitches but you don't stop him. You're greedy for him and he knows it. You mew and whimper but you let him keep going.

"Is this my pussy now, baby?" he asks. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... fuck!" You whine and roll your head back against the firmness of his shoulder. 

“Gonna cum, baby... oh, baby, yes, yes... baby," he moans and his hips stutter as he fills you. “John," You choke out and he doesn’t stop.

He pulls out and turns you onto your back before easing back inside. He lays on top of you while using one arm to support his weight and you cling to each other as he milks himself into you. “God, I never wanna fuckin’ stop," he groans. 

“Then don’t stop... I don't want you to stop... please,” You beg as his hips sloppily collide with yours. He dips down to kiss you

He strokes into you a few more times before you both fall limp. As you both become more grounded, John sighs, “Ah shit.” 

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” You ask him softly. “I fucked my boss. That is so unprofessional” He says and smirks. “What kinda boss fucks a subordinate? That’s so slutty.” You chuckle. 

“Nah, she’s not so bad. Only slutty when she’s naked. Gotta look out for those quiet ones, y’know," he shoots back.

You both laugh. John kisses your forehead, “I love you," he says gently “I love you too.” You reply.

It takes a bit of effort but you both get up, shower, and then change his bedsheets. John gets you cozy in bed and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “I’m gonna go get a morning after pill. Wait for me?” he says, mouth lingering for a moment. You nod and snuggle up beneath his comforter.

“We can eat some ice cream when I get back,” he kisses you and heads out. You lay in the silence of his room and replay the events from earlier. You blush as you remember the feel of his mouth on you and the way he moaned your name.

You roll over and eye his copy of Date and Time before sitting up to grab it. You flip the through the lightly worn pages before falling onto the poem that drew you both closer. A loose scrap of paper marks the page and you pluck it up to read it:

I told her I think she's beautiful. She said every guy who's ever fucked her over thought the same thing. Maybe she's not mean at all. Maybe she's just tired. Maybe repetition has made her tired?

He's not wrong. You slip the paper back into its place before closing the book and holding it close to your heart for a moment. Finally, you close the book and place it back on the nightstand. He really analyzed you and came to a conclusion in the very book you sold him. You feel yourself fall deeper.

It doesn’t take him long to come back. He brings you the pill with a glass of water and you take it. You laugh as the box of condoms sit atop his dresser still sealed up. “It’s funny how we grabbed those for ‘just in case’ like we didn’t already know what was gonna go down but it’s hilarious that instead of actually using one, you ended up getting stuffed and creamed like a cannoli," he chortles.

You blush, “I foresee an IUD in my future." John smirks, "More stuffin' and creamin'? Hell yeah.," he says with a fist pump. "Really, John?" You laugh. "Really, baby," he retorts.

The heat from outside billows into the store as John comes in. He ran to get lunch as you watched the store. “It’s swamp ass out there," he sighs as he wipes his brow, “But... daddy got those fuckin’ burritos, baby.”

You roll your eyes and smile, “You’re a mess,” You laugh. He brings the food and drinks behind the counter then looks you up and down, “I really love how that dress looks on you," he says as slides his hand up the back of your sundress to grip your ass. 

“Stop it, John!” You hiss reluctantly. 

“Shhhh, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna know if you hush your pretty little mouth," he whispers and brings his hand around to slip down the front of your panties. 

“John,” You whisper. The jazz instrumentals play over the store speakers and John pushes you against the back counter and rubs your clit slowly, “Gonna let daddy make you cum right here?” he asks into your ear.

You close your eyes and push your face into his chest, “Oh God," You whimper and he rubs you faster. “You’re so wet, baby. You should’ve told me... I would've taken care of you sooner," he purrs. You come undone and he pulls his hand from your underwear and slides them into his mouth to suck them clean, "Love the way you taste," he hums.

You laugh shakily, relived that he not only got you odd but that nobody noticed. “See? Nobody saw us and nobody heard you," he says softly.

“Confession time,” John says as you two cuddle up in the coolness of your air conditioned apartment. “Oh Lord Jesus,” You say as you sit up and straddle him.

“So uh... remember that day I came in and you hired me?” he asks. “Yeah. I do. Best day ever.” You say quietly.

He pinches your cheeks, “Well... remember how I said I didn't have a job?” he asks.

You nod, “Yeah...” You say and narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “I didn’t lie or anything like that but I was on my way to work when I saw the sign in the window and... I went and quit then came back hoping like hell I wasn’t too late," he says.

You crack up, “You’re insane, John! What if you were too late?” You ask him. 

“Then I would’ve crawled my sorry ass back to rhe coffee shop and begged for my job back.," he says with a shrug, “You were worth it.”

You smile and stroke his face, “Can I make a confession?” You ask. John nods. “I don’t recommend that book to everyone... Date and Time, I mean. It’s a really special book to me and I don’t just go telling everyone who needs a book recommendation about it,” You say.

John smirks, “I’ve been working in that store with you five days a week for almost two years now, sweet cheeks. I’ve never heard you recommend it to anyone. I already know but... why did you tell me about it?” he says and takes your hands in his.

You shrug, “Because when I looked at you, I felt like I was supposed to,”

He nods, “You liked me all along, didn’t you?” he asks smugly and you nod, “I did but that Valentine’s Day gift... that changed everything.”

John quirks up an eyebrow, “How?” 

You stroke your thumb over his bottom lip, “The next morning, I woke up and I remembered why.”

#johnny smut #johnny suh smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct fic #nct 127 fic #neoculturecollectives #kpop smut #kpop fic #nct ambw #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #kpop smut fic #nct 127 #kpop #nctzen #johnny #Johnny suh #nct fanfiction #nct 127 fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #nct x reader #nct x black!reader #nct #ambw nct #nct x plus sized reader #nct x black reader #kpop ambw #ambw fanfic

[closetnerd62]

Punch-drunk and in Love

A Lautski fic

Takes place after abstinence camp when Steph and Pete go back to school

Author’s note: this is my first fic so pls be gentle and I have an idea for a pt.2 so lmk if there’s any interest thanks!

Eyes of teenagers followed as Stephanie Lauter trudged through the halls of Hatchetfield High. She had always hated back to school time but after the rumors of last year, things had only gotten worse for her.

“Hey Steph, has the body count reached triple digits yet?”

“Or did Abstinence Camp do you some good?” girls jeered at her.

How original. Steph had been brushing off comments for years but slowly they had

begun to wear her down.

—

As she stumbled into her English class she was greeted by a familiar face. Peter Spankoffski. On account of Stephanie’s father confiscating her phone after her return from camp, the two had not been able to keep in touch over the two weeks between camp and school. Even so, a shy, but obvious smile crept across Pete’s face as she sat down next to him.

“For a minute there I thought you were gonna ditch me for the cool kids.” Pete laughed, hitting Steph with his signature goofy grin.

“After we fought off a sex-hating forest demon together? Fat chance, Spankoffski.” The two had fallen right back in rhythm with each other. Steph had missed this.

Struggling, as usual, to pay attention to her teacher, Steph found herself watching Peter for most of the class period. The way he took notes despite it only being the first day, the surprising neatness of his handwriting scrawled on the page, the way he glanced over at her for a split second sometimes. She quickly pulled her gaze away each time he caught her staring, trying hard to hide her blushing.

At the end of the class period she noticed him fidgeting, like he was hyping himself up for something. As the bell rang and the pair gathered their belongings to go to there next class, she was just about to say goodbye when-

“Hey Steph,” Pete mumbled, “would you mind meeting me out by the flagpole after school? I’ve kind of got something I want to talk to you about.”

“Anything for you Pete.” She teased as they went their separate ways.

–

“Well if it isn’t everyone’s favorite bad girl, Stephanie Lauter.” Max Jagerman approached

Steph as she waited by the flagpole. In retrospect she can’t remember why she was ever friends with the asshole. She knew he sucked, but after she had gotten dropped from the popular crowd over the rumors last year? God, had he gotten worse. “You think you could squeeze me in for a blowie? I know you’ve got a busy rotation.”

“Shut up Jagerman.” She spat back. Cheeks getting hot. It was getting harder and harder not to take what people said to heart.

“Calm down Sweetheart. I’m just saying, if you’re giving em out so much, I wanna sign up early, make sure I get on that list.”

“She said shut up Jagerman.” Peter appeared behind Steph. His voice was practically a squeak. Steph could feel him, tense, beside her. Steph had seen him get bullied by Max for years, she knew how Peter was terrified of him. But there he was.

“Oh! I see Petey here beat me to it. Don’t worry you don’t have to defend her just because she got you off once, she’s a little SLUT!”

Before anyone knew what was happening Peter swung, fist colliding with Max’s face. A mix of rage and embarrassment for allowing a nerd like Peter to even land a punch fueled Max. He came back at Pete, pounding him over and over again. Steph could see the blood spout from his nose. Without thinking she too swung at the bully, landing her punch right on his temple. Jagerman collapsed, out cold.

Stephanie rushed towards Pete, cradling his head.

“Let’s get you out of here, before he comes too. I have first aid supplies at my house.” Stephanie gently led Peter to her car.

–

Steph burst through her front door, Peter’s arm slung over her shoulder as she ushered him into the bathroom and sat him on the edge of the bathtub, leaned against the wall. After scouring for band aids and antiseptic, she straddled the tub’s edge and began to tend his wounds. She tenderly wiped the blood from his face, helped him wash his hands, and cleaned the lacerations that covered his face. Aside from some soft groans at the sting of the antiseptic, Pete didn’t say much. Just stared at Steph in a dazed wonder. It wasn’t until she was wrapping and bandaging that he spoke up.

“You’re really pretty.” he murmured in a punch-drunken stupor. Steph couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” A stupid smile spread across his face. Steph blushed.“I really wanna kiss you again.” he blurted. Steph froze for just a second. Ever since camp she had missed the boy, missed his hair, missed his goofy grin, missed his stupid suspenders, missed their connection, the way things just flowed when she was with him, the way she felt she could be herself. Although she hadn’t been able to admit it to herself, much less say it out loud, she yearned to see his face again, to have him back in her life, to have his lips back on hers.

“Let’s get you some rest.” She said with a gentle smile as she led him to the couch. As she watched the light rise and fall of his chest as he drifted to sleep, she couldn’t help but think, maybe this year won’t be so bad.

#hatchetfield #starkid #npmd #starkid npmd #nerdy prudes must die #hatchetverse #pete spankoffski #starkid abstinence camp #stephanie lauter #lautski #Lautski fan fic #nightmare time

[fandomnerd9602]

After a Big Fight…

A Force Headcanons

Toni Stark (Katie McGrath)

Toni always locks herself in her lab. Some small part of her believes that she could fix anything in her lab. This recent fight dealt with her constant need to build so many different suits to protect you. Giving her some time, you head down to her lab. No words, you just sit there next to her. She locks eyes with you and leans into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry" she whispers.

You kiss her forehead, "I'm sorry too."

Stephanie Rogers (Margot Robbie)

You always find her running around the famous Lincoln Memorial Reflection Pool.

"You told me you can't always run away from your problems" you wait on a bench for her as she runs up to you.

"I don't normally run" she huffs, "but I'm scared. Scared that I might lose you"

"Then please don't run from me"

Thora (Katheryn Winnick)

After an argument, big of small, you can find Thora at the training grounds. She throws Stormbreaker at a target as you approach her.

"Care to join me?" Thora asks

"Yeah I could improve my throw a little" you shrug

If she invites you to join her, that's usually an invite for you and her to talk things out.

Bree Banner (Rachel Weisz)

Hulk's anger came thru once. Bree pulled off her glasses and whispered, "oops...darling...I-I...I'm so sorry"

She ran into her room and locked the door, crying her eyes out over letting the Hulk's anger come through even if it was so brief.

You waited until she was ready to come out and you embrace her and comfort your girl.

Clara Barton (Melissa Benoist)

After she lost her fellow Avenger and best friend, Nathaniel Romanoff the infamous Black Guardian, Clara went down in a spiral. Her comfort became a bottle. Not an angry drunk or anything but you worried that you'd lose her too.

"I can stop when I want" she'd whine

"Baby I lost a friend too." you told her, "I can't lose the love of my life too. And the kids can't lose their mom"

Clara looked to a small picture of her kids, "okay"

Becca Barnes (Alexandra Daddario)

It scarred her. The anger, it all came up and she could feel the Winter Soldier programming came through. Without even a moment's hesitation, she ran. She kept running, even though you were calling out to her.

You followed her, all the way to the closed Captain America museum. She sat on the steps leading to the entryway and you just sit next to her and let her work through her feelings.

Petra Parker (Millie Bobby Brown)

She let the influence of the Black suit cloud her judgement. Petra screamed at you because you stopped her from killing a villain.

"That's not who we are!" you begged her

"Stay out of my way!!!" she scream back at you and then immediately fled, crying her eyes out.

She swung to your place a few days later, the suit gone. Petra approached your room with a box set of her favorite Star Wars movies. Her eyes were red and puffy with her grief. You welcomed her in.

Penni Quill (Dakota Johnson)

Penni tries to play it off every time you and her have had an argument.

"Even Sam and Diane had their arguments" she'd tried to shrug it off, little tears still on her face.

"Baby can we please talk?" you try to ask her.

"Okay" she'd take a deep breath. "I know I'm thick headed..."

"I need you to take better care of yourself too. You're my whole world, Penni"

"Okay."

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #toni stark #tony stark #iron man #thor #captain america #rule 63 #genderbend #gender swap #genderbent #winter soldier #star lord #peter parker #spider man #spider woman #hawkeye #hulk #she hulk #female avengers #avengers

[mstrickster]

In your ships, who's the instigator of most romantic interactions?

Thank you for the ask! Side note I love the title of instigator cuz it sounds devious. Anyways let's go into my ships.

THE MIGHTY DUCKS:

Banksway: I think Charlie is the one who instigates most of the Romantic interactions. He's just used to being the leader. So it comes naturally. Adam can take the lead, but I think it's only in certain situations. Like if he's drunk because I headcanon him as the promiscuous drunk.

Wudoza: I think these two are pretty evenly matched when it comes to who initiates the affection. I do think Luis does so a little bit more. However, that just because he is more extroverted in terms of affection.

Gerreau: It is 100% Guy. Now, this doesn't mean that Connie doesn't instigate any romance. However, I feel like Guy is much more comfortable asking for the romance than she is. However I think he can read her really well so she doesn't really need to ask.

Tammy/Fulton: I totally believe that it's Tammy. She strikes me as somebody who is very strong-willed and will push for what she wants. Therefore, she is in the type of girl to wait for somebody to give her affection. Instead, she probably just walks up to Fulton and grabs his arms and makes him hug her. It's adorable, too.

THE BATFAM:

Birdflash: I can see it being both of them. As fair as the batkids go, I think Dick is the most open about his feelings. Therefore, I don't think he would ever struggle to instigate affection if he wants it. Wally also strikes me as somebody who is more interested in showing rather than telling.

Jayroy: I 100% believe it would be Roy. It's not that Jason can't be affectionate or instigate affection. It's more he doesn't really know if it's appropriate. He hesitates for fear that it will be the wrong time. Where as Roy has limited self-control and has been known to cling to Jason just because Jason was frowning a little more than usual.

Timberkon: Anyone but Tim. I say this because I feel like Tim is the most doubtful of himself. Therefore he wouldn't really want to risk looking ridiculous by instigating anything. So he just kind of waits for everybody else to lead and he follows along. It's a nice little break for him since he has to be a leader in other parts of his life.

StephCass: It's Stephanie, I fully believe it is Stephanie. Nothing against Cass, but due to her upbringing, I think she's very hesitant to initiate anything. Therefore, I think Stephanie would be the one to set the tone and lead. It also allows Cass not to have to analyze movements and to just go with the flow.

Jondami: I'll be honest. I don't think either of them are good at this. However, given his personality, I think Damian would be more likely to initiate affection than Jon. Not that Jon is an affectionate it's more so that he is very self-doubty. Where as Damian knows who he is and knows what he wants and will take what he wants. I mean, this is the person who wanted to take down the other Robins to assert himself as the best. I don't think he would ever struggle with initiating romance. He might not do it in a normal way, but I don't think he'd struggle with it

Thank you for the ask! 💛

#batfam ask #batfam #birdflash #jayroy #timberkon #jondami #stephcass #the mighty ducks #mighty ducks ask #banksway #wudoza #gerreau #tammy/fulton

[dyslexicandakeyboard]

The batfam and coffee headcanons

Tim: Will drink any type of coffee. He has no taste. As long as it has caffeine, he'll drink. He has un-ironically crushed coffee beans with a fork, poured hot water over it and drunk it.

Cass: Only drinks expresso as black coffee no longer gives her the needed kick. Believes ice will dilute the coffee and ruin the taste. Has drunk ten double expressos in one sitting. Was taught the art of coffee drinking from Barbara.

Barbara: Only drinks black coffee. Hates milk or any type of creamer. Favorite drink is a redeye. Her veins run black with the bitter substance.

Dick: Only likes expresso based drinks from Starbucks. Can be hot or cold. He dislikes other forms of coffee as their are either too bitter or too sweet.

Jason: Doesn't drink coffee. Drinks hot chocolate. Believes caffeine will stunt his growth despite having finished puberty.

Damian: A child. Tastes have not developed.

Stephanie: Originally didn't like coffee but she then tasted a caramel iced latte. She only likes caramel iced lattes.

Duke: He is a It Girl and a coffee connoisseur. Drinks only cold brew. Has a station in the manor were he has all this specialist equipment and expensive blends of coffee beans. He is very serious about the art of coffee and bonds with Bruce over it.

Bruce: The OG coffee connoisseur. Can taste the so called flavor notes and over inflates the importance of crema. Will fight with Tim. Loves Duke and has many coffee talks with him. Both Duke and Bruce have the "poser-annoying-hipster-coffee-drinkers" vibe except they actually really like and care about coffee.

#batfamily headcanons #duke thomas #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #the bisexual one #batfamily

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Batkids + Bruce + Alcohol Let's do it First things first, Damian doesn't like alcohol AND HE'S A MINOR so he's excluded, and Bruce only waits for his kids to become 21 years old for these special moments Dick: The first time he had alcohol with Bruce was on his 21st birthday, and it's a night to remember because they both got white girl wasted and Alfred spent the entire night making sure they were comfortable and not stepping foot outside the manor as Batman and Nightwing. There's even a few photos of Bruce and Dick singing karaoke with glasses of craft beer in hand. Jason: Oh dear god. Not only did the motherfucker speak in an Irish accent, he also convinced a very drunk Bruce to dance with him to very loud Irish songs and Dick just sat there in horror but also astonishment because Bruce dancing is a sight to behold. Dick was a bit buzzed but not as drunk as Jason and Bruce. Tim: He got convinced to drink a few beers on his 21st birthday by Jason and Dick while Bruce was away but he came home with bottles of whiskey, tequila and vodka. Tim got excited, the four drank like crazy, and Alfred had a blast laughing at all of them because Tim was quoting Shakespeare while Jason and Dick were acting out a few scenes from Shakespeare's plays and Bruce was really fucking gone in the corner. (Damian would always watch them with Alfred and laugh too.) Duke: He knows how to party. Let's just say, the morning after Duke's 21st birthday was incredible because no one remembered what happened the night before and somehow Dick was on the roof, Jason fell asleep on the driveway, Tim somehow wound up in the bathtub of one of the bathrooms, and Bruce woke up on the counter in the kitchen. Duke was nowhere to be seen until the evening where he was found in the garden, snoring with a bucket of his vomit near him. Cassandra: She knows how to hold her alcohol as a first-time drinker, and she's bested everyone in many drinking games on her 21st birthday. Dick was in 5th place, Jason and Bruce came in 3rd place, Tim was tied with Duke on 2nd place and somehow Cass convinced Alfred to drink too. Even in the morning, she was sober and just a little bit tipsy after her 20th bottle of Jack Daniels. Stephanie: Light-weight but with a lot of violence! On her 21st birthday, she was already smashed after her 2nd shot of tequila but she kept going like a champion and fought Jason in drunken rage. She's pretty violent, and this took place not in the manor but at one of the bars in Gotham. There was a lot of fighting in the bar that night and a lot of regulars now respect her as she came out on top as the winner. Bruce also wound up in that fight and had to go to the hospital because he not only got the lights punched out but he wound up with a broken leg and a broken nose. It was pretty funny though. Bonus! Alfred drinking with Bruce when he turned 21. Oh my god. Alfred loves to tell the story at parties to embarrass Bruce who can't live it down, so here's what happened: When Bruce turned 21, he bought a lot of whiskey, rum and vodka as well as some craft beer, and he had the brilliant idea to try and outdrink Alfred in a contest. Now do note that Alfred knows very well how to hold his liquor to a godly level like Cassandra, and he had the honor of watching a 21 year old Bruce Wayne turn from serious and professional to loud, emotional and very giggly. He somehow ended up at his parents' gravestones and told his dad that he drank a horse full of whiskey before blacking out, falling over, breaking his nose on his mother's gravestone and having to be dragged home by his legs. Alfred will never forget it, and neither will he let Bruce forget it.

#batfamily #batfam #batdad #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #batkids #batman

[aleksa-sims]

Simself story+

CW: divorce, pregnancy

Another month has passed. It was the beginning of July, a beautiful summer day.... I was pregnant as you know, but Nico & I...... there was still radio silence between us. I filed for divorce 3 weeks ago. But unfortunately there was no reaction from Daniel. I was informed that the divorce documents were not picked up by him, so they were sent to his Dad’s now!! You won’t believe it, but they sent Daniel the divorce petition to our place first. Our Apartment! 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️This was Daniel’s current main residence. BUT I told that woman, divorce prosecutor, that Daniel just left me, without me knowing where he was!! I had no clue where he was. She didn’t believe this whole story! She said it couldn’t be that, I, his wife, don’t know where he is right now? Is that woman crazy or what??...

She made me so desperate, that I started to cry in that office. I literally burst into tears. After my cry, she finally got that I’m not lying!!! She realized how broken my heart was and that I was unhappily in love with him. She took my divorce petition, looked me in the eye and said, she would handle it. But she also told me right away, it would be difficult for me to divorce Daniel, as long as he is not personally present. This won't be a divorce by mutual consent, she explained. It's gonna take time. And yes, it’s getting complicated.

At this point I still lived with my Grandparents, but I also went home to my Mom & Dad from time to time. It was all fine with us. And Ana and I seemed to be bestie's again. Ana told me she is now also friends with Dennis. She talked to him about me and meant Dennis's cool. Yup! Let's see... 😬

That day we had a date with Sandra & Liam. We went out for dinner. And agh,....it's going to be a really crazy night, which I didn’t expect at all!!!! It started so.... innocently. We were eating, having fun, I played with Liam and after that we were all on our way home.

But Ana was a little drunk. In that restaurant where we were, we got three mini vodka-bottles. It was a gift. I don’t drink and was pregnant anyway, so Ana gulped down mine and her mini bottle plus Sandra's! S. also didn't want it.

And well, on the way home, Ana & I decided to stop by Nico's place, because we talked about him and Stephanie before. I wanted to know if she was with him. I mean, Nico has been ignoring me for 8 weeks now!! I haven’t seen him for so long. For me, it was over with us. The more days went by without N., the more I felt like a singel. Ngl, I missed him! I cried and was sad about everything that had happened. I waited for him to call me. But he didn’t, so I assumed Nico didn’t want me anymore. After a while I started to feel better, without Nico and also without Daniel! I felt kind of strong & good. All the stress I felt the past weeks was almost gone. Secondly, I was very happy about my pregnancy. I was looking forward to my Baby, which distracted me. Also talking to my therapist helped me a bit, I think. Still, deep inside me, I wanted to be with N. Whenever I thought about our Baby, I wanted to share these thoughts with him. I wanted him with me during pregnancy. I missed him. So I let myself into Ana’s crazy idea to stop by Nico to spy on him. 🤦‍♀️🫣

If Ana hadn’t been so drunk, maybe it would have worked!?? But oh my God, this is gonna be so fucking awkward!!! Nico wasn't alone, but he wasn't with Stephanie either or any other girl. There were no women at all. Just.... men. 🤷‍♀️

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#ts4 #sims 4 #sims 4 story #myrlgameplay #rl story #cw pregnancy #cw divorce

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Chapter one Chapter five My master list

Title: Chapter four

Word Count: 1347

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

Divider links: reblog and music notes

Four months of weekly band practice and separate weekly writing sessions, and The Spitfires were getting ready for their first gig. Eddie had been able to get them a gig at The Hideout, a Tuesday night when nothing else was on, but it was something. 

The practice they had before they packed up and went to The Hideout was filled with nervous energy and tension. Steve and Eddie did nothing but snip at each other in between songs and sometimes even during songs. Both Robin and Chrissy were glad when it came time to split them up, pack up, and head off to the venue. 

Tuesday night at The Hideout was a quiet one, almost no one else was there, just a handful of drunks and a handful of teenagers not old enough to drink but just hanging out. They got set up and then went to mingle with people in the bar. 

“I haven’t seen you here before, handsome. What’s the name?” a girl asked Steve as she stood beside him at the bar.

“First time here beautiful, can I get you a drink and you can tell me what brings a lady such as yourself to this bar? I’m Steve Harrington” Steve replied smoothly, placing a hand on the small of her back and turning back to the bar. 

“If you’re done being a slut Harrington, we’ve got a set to play” Eddie interrupted the pair an hour later, finding them making out in a corner. 

“The fuck is your problem? Just having a great time here with the lovely Melanie” Steve responded, sitting back and away from the girl. 

“It’s Stephanie” The girl scowled at him.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Anyway Munson, what do you want? I know the time. I’ll be there in a moment.” Steve shrugged. 

“We’ve got to be on stage in 10 minutes, you need to get ready” Eddie fumed, walking away. 

“I’d better go, sweetheart,” Steve sighed, “see you after the set?” he asked.

“Sure, get the impression you’ll be a good fuck” She replied, shrugging and moving away to join her friends again.

The girls had already got changed, lots of giggling and them taking much longer than needed told Eddie that they hadn’t been fully on task the whole time. They emerged with red cheeks, messy hair, and slightly marked-up necks but both looking amazing. Robin wore a pair of dark jeans and a The Clash t-shirt with large rips down the side that had been ‘repaired’ with safety pins and a pair of Doc Martin boots. A spiked faux leather bracelet, a choker, safety pin earrings, and a flash of neon eyeshadow finished the look off. Chrissy had a short black skirt coupled with dark purple fishnets and an Iron Maiden t-shirt she’d cut and tied at the sides with a pair of New Rock boots on. Dainty rings on all bar one of her fingers and huge winged eyeliner, sharp enough to cut paper, and dangly pentagram earrings completed her look. Eddie was in the middle of changing his trousers and shirt when the door opened and he heard a strangled noise from behind him. 

“Everything ok?” he asked, turning to the source of the noise, Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s ok.” The other man replied, clearing his throat and walking over to his own bag to get changed. 

Less than 5 minutes later, without another word being said but with a whole load of tension in the room, both boys were ready to go on stage. Eddie was wearing a very tight pair of jeans with a baggy mesh top on, chunky rings adorning his fingers, and a big pair of black and silver New Rocks boots. Steve was wearing just a pair of cargo pants that seemed perfectly tailored to his ass and thighs and black studded belt and a pair of heavy work boots.

Standing at the edge of the stage they all took a big deep breath and collected their thoughts. It may only be a small crowd but if they wanted to go somewhere with this they had to start somewhere. They knew they needed to impress the crowd but also Benny. Playing here week after week would really help them go far as a band.

“Now I know we don’t normally have a band on a Tuesday night but this is a treat for you all. Playing their very first gig right here at The Hideout, give it up for The Spitfires.” Benny said before stepping down from the stage as the band stepped up. 

“Good evening beautiful people! We’re The Spitfires and every song you hear tonight is one we wrote, so enjoy” Eddie shouted into the mic before Steve counted them into the first song.

Song after song the set went on, the whole band beaming as they sang and played each one. Each of them was as energetic as they could be. Eddie, Robin, and Chrissy running all around the stage singing into each other's mics and with each other a lot of the time. 

“We’ve been The Spitfires and you’ve been amazing. Catch us at the bar in a few minutes if you want to chat, but that's the end of the set” Eddie panted into the mic 60 minutes later. Before setting his guitar down and reaching for a bottle of water that Benny had set for them at the side of the stage.

The crowd cheered and clapped for them as they all sat instruments down and walked off the stage.  

“That was amazing!” Chrissy squealed, throwing herself at Eddie. 

“Yeah well done everyone, totally killed it out there” Eddie beamed at them all. 

“Get a shirt back on dingus, let's go get a drink!” Robin declared, tweaking one of Steve's nipples and walking off towards the bar, Chrissy and Eddie quickly following her. 

“Eddie, babe, care to get out of here?” A man asked as he walked up to the group, a little while later, completely ignoring the rest of the band sitting there. 

“Hey Jason” Eddie smiled at the stranger, Jason apparently, and very obviously checked him out “Yeah absolutely,” he answered the blonde in front of him. “See you guys tomorrow for writing?” He questioned the band before walking off and joining Jason on the way out the door. 

“Did he just ditch us to get laid?” Steve suddenly blurted, leaning his head to the side so he could see around Stephanie who had been on his lap for the past 15 minutes.

“Erm yes I believe that’s what just happened, didn’t think you’d notice though, what with being too busy with Janie and all,” Chrissy responded, an icey tone evident in her voice.

“It's Stephanie,” The girl mumbled. 

“Whatever Chris,” Steve huffed. “Shall we get out of here babe?” Steve whispered to the girl on his lap.

“Want to tell me what that was last night” Robin questioned Steve as soon as she sat in the passenger seat. 

“What was what?” He replied frowning at her as he started to drive towards Chrissy’s. 

“You being all over that girl, in front of everyone, and then getting your knickers in a twist over Eddie leaving with that guy, very obviously to have sex by the way, in case you missed that.” 

“Oh, that” Steve sniffed, suddenly very interested in the road, “It was nothing, just he left abruptly is all and she approached me, what else was I meant to do when a babe wants to fuck?” 

“Steve, you either need to do something about your feelings or you need to move on. Using someone to try and make him jealous isn’t fair” She smiled sadly at him. 

“EDWARD MUNSON” Chrissy shouted at him as soon as he entered the garage.

“I know ok, I should have said no.” He sighed. 

“Going home with Jason was not the answer last night, at all. He’s bad news. Just because Steve had some chick all over him does not mean you get to self-destruct, ok” Chrissy whispered into his neck as she hugged him.

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