#VOL 1 : main . . . love is here to stay

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tell me you love me vol 2 | steve harrington

warnings: fluff, more pining

a/n: AHHHHHHHH thanks for the love

tell me you love me vol 1

Steve barely slept. He couldn't focus with you this close to him. He couldn't not love you anymore. And it was worse now, like the entire burden of knowing you love each other was crushing his chest. He wanted you to remember your conversation last night. He needed you to. But also, he didn't. What if you were just drunk? What if you thought your friendship was too valuable to risk?

It was already at risk... he sighed, giving up on trying to sleep and instead just laid with you. Steve couldn't fathom a world without you in it, he didn't want to live a life where he didn't see you every day. He needed you, more than he needed a girlfriend, maybe... maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Steve was in agony.

You shuffled in your sleep, groaning and stretching. The blankets kicked off in the night, and wrapped around your legs, and when you stretched he was forced to endure the torture of your beautiful half naked body. He couldn't look elsewhere, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

He had to get out of here.

The phone ringing was a good excuse to get out of bed, but he didn't know who the hell would be calling this early. It was quickly answered when he picked up only to be met with a word vomit of questions from Robin.

"I don't really remember but I think I just left y/n at the party," Robin was saying, "Is she there? Is she with you?"

"Yeah, she's here," Steve whispered, hoping he didn't sound as exhausted as he felt. "You left her sleeping, dude. Not cool."

"That's fucked," she said, disappointed in herself. "I was not thinking clearly, I woke up in a panic. But she's okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's still in bed," he said.

"Good, good. I'm really sorry, tell her I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, okay..."

"You okay, Steve? You sound weird."

"No, I'm fine I just..." he sighed, "Robin I can't pretend not to love her anymore. I just - I know it's bad to date in the friend group but... I love her."

"I know you do," she said, "I only said don't date her if you weren't sure. If you're sure then go for it."

"Really? Do you think... do you think it'll work?"

"I don't know," she answered, "but I know you guys are crazy about each other and it's probably time to find out."

Steve hung up the call after promising to tell you that Robin was sorry, very sorry. He didn't want to go upstairs, he still felt confused. Would you remember what you guys had talked about? Would you change your mind? He decided on breakfast, and got to work making some bacon and eggs, deciding he would wake you up when it was ready. But first, he needed coffee.

When you woke up in Steve's bed you were confused, and disappointed he wasn't there. What time was it? The clock read just after eight, and you could smell the breakfast cooking downstairs. You groaned, stretching as much as you could before contemplated getting up or just staying here.

You didn't really remember much after the party, it all got a little fuzzy when you first started falling asleep. You loved this bed, you were staying in this bed every time you stayed over from here on out. In fact, you were never leaving it.

Except the distant call of food being prepared made you get up. The least you could do was go lend a hand.

You tiptoed down the stairs, and tried to peak at Steve in the kitchen. He was still shirtless, drinking his coffee while leaning against the counter, shuffling scrambled eggs around lazily.

The sight of him made you sigh. The ache in your chest only grew with the sight. He was so beautiful, and he just looked so... boyfriend. You wished he could be yours, you wished that you could wake up to this more often.

"Good morning," you said, joining him on the main level.

"Morning," he said, smiling at you. But it was different, it didn't reach his eyes.

"Can I help?" you asked, padding over to him and looking at all the good stuff he had going on.

"No it's okay," he said, "I'm just about done. Make yourself a coffee."

You nodded. But his demeanor was bothering you. He was being cold, distant. He wasn't acting like himself. You wondered if you did something wrong.

"Do you uh, remember much about your party?" he asked, trying to seem casual but you could tell he was prying. Looking for answers about something.

"Most of it yeah," you smiled, sipping the hot coffee. "But I don't really remember leaving, or coming here."

And it would've been impossible to miss how Steve dropped his shoulders, clearly disappointed by your answer. You wanted to say something, but you forgot how to speak. You didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to plate everything?" he asked, slinking out of the kitchen. He mumbled some excuse about the bathroom, and left you alone, thinking about what happened last night.

Breakfast was quiet, save for the tv playing quietly in the background. This was typically your favourite kind of morning, lazily getting up at Steve's, making breakfast together, just hanging out. But the air just felt different today, he didn't want your sous chef help in the kitchen, and there was no charming banter. In fact, he barely looked at you.

When you finished he said, "I guess I should get you home," as if you didn't usually hang around all weekend, and added, "I just gotta change."

And he pushed away from the table, leaving his dirty dishes abandoned. So, you guess he didn't want your help do the dishes either? Something obviously happened, or he wouldn't be this cold with you. You felt your throat getting tight, and held it together as you gathered the dishes, bringing them over to the sink.

You both got dressed, with him loaning you some sweat pants to go with the big shirt you wore to bed so you didn't have to climb into your party outfit. It still reeked of booze.

"Did something happen, Steve?" you asked, unable to tolerate the uneasy air as you both slipped your shoes on. Maybe you... maybe you confessed your feelings to him, and he felt uncomfortable, you did this... Did you ruin everything?

"What?" he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Uh, nothing," you muttered, not wanting to push his buttons. You didn't want to pry.

"Everything's fine, babe." He put his hand on your shoulder, letting it slide off, and back to his side. "Just a lot on my mind."

Even the drive was quiet, and the tension made you feel like crying. He had the radio playing quietly, but he just didn't seem like he was totally there. But still, every question got stuck in your throat. You guys didn't say a word until he was parked in your driveway, hands remained clutched on the wheel.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" you asked, hoping that your movie plans with Robin were even still on.

"Yeah, of course. I'll call you later..."

Now or never. "Is everything okay, Steve? You're being so quiet. I feel like you're trying to push me away."

He looked at you with those beautiful eyes, those beautiful, sad eyes and you could see his anguish, you could see there was something he couldn't say. Words were being left unsaid. Was he scared? What was he scared of? You thought... you really thought he could tell you anything.

"I'm fine," he said finally, giving you another small, fake smile.

You faked a smile, trying not to show that your heart dropped into your stomach. You had this painful fear that you'd told him that you loved him, and he'd wished you hadn't. What the fuck happened between the party and Steve's house? It was killing you. His pain was torture, and you wouldn't forgive yourself if you'd ruined the most important relationship in your life.

You nodded, and patted his leg before climbing out the car, shuffling inside before he could see how concerned you were about him.

You leaned on a wall near the door, just pondering what happened. You woke up in his bed, usually you slept in the guest room, or when you were really drunk you'd even crash on the couch. Did you being in his space make him unhappy? Maybe you were stubborn, refusing to leave his bed until he loved you. But, that didn't seem like something you would do.

A knock on the door kicked you out of your thoughts.

You opened it, and Steve was there, standing still, breathing heavy. When the door fully opened, he nearly sprung at you, not intimidatingly but like... like he couldn't stop himself from scooping up your cheeks in his hands and kissing you.

And Steve was kissing you like a starving man. Like this was the moment he'd waited for his whole life. He was soft, and tender but also desperate and passionate and you could feel everything. You could feel how he felt. Like you were one person. You kissed him back, taken by surprise but delighted. You loved him. And he loved you. And being together like this just felt right.

You moaned, unable to deny the sparks between the two of you for one more moment.

His lips were just so soft, and warm. And as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks soothingly, you thought for sure your knees would buckle from the romance of it all. You swooned, this was real life swooning.

"Tell me you love me," he whispered, barely pulling away to say it. You realize he's crying, barely, lightly, but he is, because this is the scariest thing he's ever done. He thinks that he'll perish, die if you don't actually love him back. And he's immediately returned to kissing you, backing you both up until your back hit the living room wall. "Please," he begged, breathless and desperate to hear it. He had to hear it. He was sure he would die if you didn't say it. He has to know he wasn't wrong to risk it all...

And everything came rushing back. Laying across from Steve, asking him if you were in love. Confessing your love for him and telling him him that you would still love him in the morning...

And you did.

Of course you did.

You think there's a part of you that has loved Steve since the moment you met.

He feels like home. Just being near him makes you feel safe, and comfortable. He was everything you needed, and you two were idiots to wait this long to confess. But, better late than never.

"I love you," you whispered, mumbling against his lips, returning his feverish kisses. His hands trailed down to your hips, gripping tightly and pressing himself into you. Trying to mold himself to you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as he could get. He was a part of you, a part of your heart.

His tongue rolled into your mouth, and the grip he had on your hips tightened, making you moan again. And then he slowed, kissing you slowly. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, and pulled away, letting it slip out of his grip and back into place. He kissed you tenderly a few times.

"Say it again," he said, pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. It wasn't demanding, it was loving. He wanted to hear you say it over and over for the rest of his life.

You were breathless, but you still whispered, "I love you."

"I love you," he said, kissing you one more time. "I can't stop it, I don't want to stop it," he said. "I love you, y/n. And I want to be with you... if you'll have me."

"I love you Steve," you said, relieved that you could just love him without the longing, without the pining, and the hiding. You two were free.

"Again," he demanded, smiling, and the smile made it all the way back to his eyes. And he was himself again.

"Don't want to wear it out," you laughed, pulling him into a hug. And you held him there for a while.

"Never," he whispered, "I'll never get tired of it, I promise you that."

TAGLIST: @thebeatles-world @thatbItchs-world @plk-18 @pausmoon @onlyangle1

[lvebug]

@entriprises' romeo said: 📱FOR A VOICEMAIL MY MUSE LEFT YOURS

"HEY, ROME!" andie's voice is all crackly on the other end of the phone from shouting over 40mph winds to be heard. she's got her phone jammed up between her cheek and shoulder as she swings after some guy honest to god running on air. it's neither the easiest way to swing or to hold a phone conversation, but oh, what can't new york think up? "SORRY I'M MISSING YOUR SHOW! THERE'S A—" TELEPHONE POLE! she drops her web to drop under it, "—BIT OF AN EMERGENCY, BUT IT'S ALL FINE!" holy shit this guy is fast. "JUST CALLING TO WISH YOU LUCK!" with her phone-arm (and while still traveling at breakneck speeds) she aims at running man and fires a web. it hits! "AH HA! LOVE YOU!"

[lvebug]

@entriprises' emmett said: “REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO NOT DYING”

"YUP! ME TOO!" andie skids them to a stop in front of the elevator and mashes on the down button with her finger. "it's gonna be okay!" probably. maybe. depending on how quickly the guys after them can run and how soon the elevator gets here.

[lvebug]

"wooaahh, big waves!"   she plants her hands to either side of her on the bed for balance and sways side to side to like there are waves rocking the boat. there's a lull in motion, giving her a second to raise a hand and shield her eyes so she can look out over the water. nothing but sun and sea and blue in her mind.   "i don't see anything!"   voice raised slightly over the crash of waves against the side of their ship.   "what can you see through the telescope?" 

“ excellent question, first mate andie. ” august mumbles, gesturing toward his teddy bear. (boy and stuffed animal converse.) auggie points his spy glass at the imaginary sea. “ kody says we have to find land. ” he proclaims. “ and watch out for those waves! ”

[lvebug]

@entriprises knows andie EXCEPTIONALLY!

"would it be presumptuous of me to kiss you right now?"

[lvebug]

@mastcrmarksman said: “YOU SEE, THIS IS MY DAUGHTER.” HE LEANS OVER AND WHISPERS, “PLAY ALONG.”

andie starts nodding emphatically. "yeah! yep!" she pats clint's arm, pastes on a wide smile. "this is my dad." oh, she's killing this. lying is easy! except for when it makes her want to throw up. but that's only when she's lying to the people she loves about her very identity and entire lifestyle that she keeps from people. a lifestyle that could very much put them in danger any day of the week should anyone find out about it... this is fine though. "so... yeah. you should definitely let us tour the campus. i want to.... go here! for school, you see."

[lvebug]

@entriprises's romeo said: “ROMEO STARES DOWN AT IT. "A DRAWER...?" DO FRIENDS GIVE EACH OTHER DRAWERS IN THEIR ROOMS?”

"yeah!" andie grins at romeo, drawer open at her thigh. it's got a piece of tape with his name on it, followed by a smiley face. "for your stuff." not picking up on any of romeo's confusion, she bends down to pick up his backpack and set it in the drawer. it sticks out the top, but that's okay, he'll unpack it. "this way you don't have to lug all your stuff around when you stay."

[lvebug]

NO HOSPITALS! it's not quite rule number one, but it is up there. rule three or four, maybe. "uhm, no." she's quick to say, "i don't need a hospital, really." there's barely contained panic in her voice. she's not quite fearful, but it's a near thing because the second shes taken in the nurses will draw her blood, her radioactive blood, and that could mean a million things, probably none of them good.

she's distracted so she doesn't notice the signs of his eyes drifting, of him taking notice of the massive dent in his car until he's commented on it, and it's too late to do anything about it. moving away clearly didn't work. she steps in front of the dent again to hide it from view, even though they're standing on opposite sides of the hood and it does nothing to actually block his ability to see it. "look, i'm all okay!" she waves an arm up and down the length of her. see, look! not a scratch! is... is he okay, though? he may not know it, but hitting andie is probably riskier for him than for her. he's just been in a car crash, too, technically. she squints at him, assessing, "are you alright?"

nothing this girl says makes a lick of sense, and he can't help but think great, she's hit her head in addition to who knows what else. why else would she be the one apologizing right now? they stand opposite of each other, both trying to tame the other like a wild animal with hands out and palms open. "okay..." he's gotta try a different approach.

"i-" what the fuck do you do when you hit someone with your car? "can i take you to the hospital-- i- i think you should get checked out, i know you feel fine but," and his gaze drifts to the dent. it's a big one and he can't help the "fuck," that slips out.

[lvebug]

@entriprises' romeo said: “YOU KNOW, IF YOU MOVED IN WE WOULDN'T KEEP HAVING TO SAY GOODBYE LIKE THIS.”

her hands come up to hook around romeo's neck. it's a tempting offer, one she can imagine so easily: coffee in the morning with their creamers in the fridge, running out of soap and getting to use his, listening to him sing in the shower and whistle while he does laundry. they could use his sheets and her pillows on their bed. his drums can go in the corner and they can stuff it full of even more pillows and then on saturdays the morning light can bend in and fall on romeo until he glows brighter than any god and at night andie can come up through the window and fall into his arms.

except she can't do any of that.

"and then i get to wake you up every time i crawl in at 2am." she says it with a soft smile and a sparkle in her eye, like it's not heavy to say. but he knows her well enough to know that it's a no. they live in two different worlds and she's let him cross as far into hers as she can justify and being selfish—simply wanting it—isn't reason enough to push it farther. not romeo. if there is any place in andie's life that she remembers caution, understands that sometimes bad things do lurk in the dark and that her job has risks, it's with him. the one thing she won't risk is him.

[lvebug]

A SEMI-PLOTRED STARTER FOR @soulmissed

"there once was a princess called andie," is how andie starts the story. yes the princess is her. shut up. "and... a fighter named august." he sits next to her where she's got her legs stretched out in front of her on the bed and is resting upright against the headboard. her hands are in her lap and she gazes off in the middle distance a bit, thinking up a world in her head. "they live in a city called aranea, famous for its beautiful silks." a pause as she thinks. "or, at least, princess andie lives there. because it's one day going to be her kingdom. but the adventurer august is visiting—for a very special reason..." she stops here for a moment, to glance down and check if august seems engaged at all by her tale.

the kingdom is built vertically, stone towers stacked high and houses nestled close atop the crowded plateau. the close quarters are warm, both in temperature and in atmosphere, as aranean citizens open up their market stalls for the day with bright smiles and gleeful waves to one another.

"ser august," says andie the princess. it's the proper way of addressing a capable adventurer and fighter in aranea, though the princess's smile is broad and informal in a kind way that is quite typical for this particular princess, in this particular city. it's a city of kind, generous folk dressed in flowing and colorful garments mostly of their own making. their stalls advertise shining glass beads to be sewn into garments or—more rarely here—tied together into jewelry, and bolts of rich fabrics, flowing dresses, sewing needles, and beautifully embroidered pillows with threads that glint under the sun. this is the matter that concerns the princess. "i have a quest with which i would like to request your help..."

"she leaves the question to the young adventurer's choice—will he agree to help her?" andie poses to august, back in the room on the bed. it's his turn to direct the story, and hers to see where his imagination will take them.

[lvebug]

@mercred asked: 69 FOR THE SPOTIFY MEME HEHEHE

♪ BE OKAY — OH HONEY

"i believe we'll be okay," that ever-cheerful optimism is here in andie's voice, even with their backs literally against a wall. it does help that she can climb them, but she's not going to leave deadpool here. they're both going to be okay—together.

[lvebug]

superman knows her name, which is pretty cool.

he sets her down gently. but also, she thinks, not so gently that it was like he thought she'd trip or fall or otherwise make a fool of herself if he wasn't extra careful. which, she can't stop thinking, is also nice because it would be understandable if he felt that way. she can take care of herself despite what just happened kind of saying otherwise. so far he's been very nice and—she's said that to him already, so she can probably stop thinking it now.

being flown around had been disorienting and a little nauseating. and it hadn't been easy to see while they were moving, but now that she's got both feet back on the ground and she can see the sun just starting to shine past the skyline, andie knows exactly where they are. there won't ever be a time when she can't orient with just a glimpse of any of these buildings after how much time she's spent navigating it from the skies. new york is her home, and lovebug is her protector.   "i think you just proved how there can never be too many people willing to help when someone needs it."   she gazes up at the underside of his chin—all that she can see—her while face shining with the hope that always fuels her.   "new york will always have me to look after her."  

every hero that andie has met fights for the same ideals: to help people who can't always protect themselves, to bring joy or at least a little relief, and in looking forward towards a better tomorrow.   "i'll never say no to extra help."   her smile, impossibly, gets wider. it makes her cheeks hurt in the best way as she rocks forward on her toes; right up against the building's ledge, but there's no chance of her falling. the justice league.   "and i'd love to, offer my help, whatever that is."   nobody is meant to be alone, and that goes for superheroes as well. they're stronger together.

you've been so kind to me , superman .

❝ oh lovebug, i can say the exact same coming from you. ❞

superman gently set down the spider on the balcony of a old yet towering new york building. the twilight of the night was fading away giving rise to the sun breaking the horizon on this fall morning. clark looked directly to it taking a breath of cold air to fill his lungs. it wasn't the cold air that brought him to life, but the sunlight that nourished this world. he exhales with a content close lipped smile. blue eyes fall back to lovebug . ❝ you were in a pinch, good thing i heard what was going on... new york city could never have enough defenders. It makes me have hope that it'll be safe with people like you around. ❞

while she was perched upon the balcony, he floated just beside. there was always work to do in the battle against evil: THE ENDLESS BATTLE. but it wasn't a fight that had to be taken alone. hope was a pillar that could never be toppled as long as people could fight for it. even if kindness needed to be a fist to evil’s face ... SO BE IT.

most of the time, it was superman showing the breath of hope. how it lives, and how there was something to believe in. it wasn't often he met someone who believed in kindness, love, and beauty in the mundane like he did. he could just feel another feather of the same bird when speaking with her.

❝ hey, lovebug. if you're ever looking for more support, the justice league is always looking for people like you. think about it for me ? ❞

@lvebug / besties in the making

[lvebug]

@fyrewalks knows andie VERY WELL!

"there's no hyphen." a colorful-tipped gloved finger pokes at her name on the page, her entire head bent over to try and see what they're writing. "it's lovebug, all one word."

[the-s1lly-corner]

Dandys World Masterlist Vol. 1

If you're not new here you know the drill! If you are, you can find my rules in my pinned!

Heads up that I am! Still very new to dandys world stuff (literally started playing a few days ago) so I am. Deeply sorry if any lore or interpretations contradict what little canon stuff I can find 😭😭

That being said! Enjoy!

DANDY

X lily of the valley toon reader

x moth reader

X reader who loves the rain

VEE

X technician reader

General x reader hcs

Twisted vee x reader hcs

x computer reader

SHELLY

X shy dino reader

SPROUT

x reader who gets nosebleeds a lot

X sick reader who pretends they're fine

X depressed reader

x reader who only comes out when its dark

x dragon fruit reader

X careless reader

ASTRO

A K L U Z ♡ (fluff alphabet)

Crushing on an oblivious reader

Gifting him a weighted blanket

random thing #26/dreams

X alien toon!reader

X reader who was vivid dreams

twisted!astro x reader

prompts 36 46 and 20

X chaotic younger sibling reader (platonic)

A well deserved rest (oneshot)

x moon reader

twisted!astro x twisted!reader

BOXTEN

X reader who teases him

POPPY

BRIGHTNEY

CONNIE

COSMO

X taste tester reader (platonic)

FINN

X boombox reader

y k z (fluff alphabet)

X fish toon reader

FLUTTER

GIGI

X reader who collects

GLISTEN

Staying with him (twisted)

keeping him company (twisted)

Doing your makeup

Crushing on oblivious reader

male reader after a long day

X nervous wreck reader

GOOB

Random thing 22/platonic kisses

X reader who doesn't like hugs

X twisted reader

Twisted!goob x reader

I J N (fluff alphabet)

x tired reader

X reader who is touch starved but too scared to ask

LOOEY

X reader w/ dark and self derivative humor

x reader who tries and fails to do their best

J P ♡ (fluff alphabet)

X cactus toon

General x reader hcs

X affectionate!twisted!reader

x very shy reader

X shy reader who struggles w/ nerves

RAZZLE N DAZZLE

X affectionate reader

Reader trying to cheer up dazzle

x affectionate!twisted!reader

RODGER

Asking him out on a lunch date but he thinks you're asking for an interview

Looking out for you (and toodles)

Giving him a massage

K J Z ♡ fluff alphabet

random thing #25/handle

Prompts 33 45 46

random thing #32/falling in love

SCRAPS

cuddling w/ a papercraft toon reader

SHRIMPO

X joyous reader

playfighting w/ him (platonic)

prompts 47 48 56

Prompts 46 56 60

X reader w/ a bad temper

TEAGAN

A talk over tea(oneshot)

TISHA

crushing on tall main reader

TOODLES (PLATONIC ONLY)

RUDIE

GINGER

BOBBETTE

YATTA

Calling her pretty girl

X reader w/ a sweet tooth but sensitive stomach

X calm pinata reader

MULTI

Cuddling astro and goob

Calling them pretty boy 1/3

Calling them pretty boy 2/3

Calling them pretty boy 3/3

Calling them pretty girl 1/3

Calling them pretty girl 2/3

Calling them pretty girl 3/3

Random thing #24/Kissing Rodger, Glisten, and Finn with lipstick

Finn and Looey x reader who doesn't get their jokes

Various toons being left a valentines note

Various toons being left a valentines note 2

Being new to Gardenview (full cast)

brightney vee and sprout x reader with memory problems

"Do you have any ibuprofen" meme w/ various male toons

Cuddling various male toons

Sprout x reader x cosmo general hcs

various male toons defending the reader from a creepy visitors

Various toons x single parent reader

more toons x single parent reader

Sprout teagan and cosmo x reader who forgets to eat/drink

7MIH SERIES

Opener

Savory Charm (Ending 1)

Night Cap (Ending 2)

Dandy Plush (Ending 3)

[lvebug]

@4thdistrict said: there's a stubborn and small hand closed around one of finnick's curls in a grip he didn't expect any baby to possess. "ah-" his head tilts at the tug, a smile pushed to his face despite the obvious struggle he's in. "ah- no, look, look who it is!" his free hand points towards the costumed hero, an attempt at a distraction. "it's lovebug!"

andie is a superhero, and superheroes save people. even when the person in need of saving is a dear friend of hers currently being attacked by... wait for it... their own baby! she swoops down and lands quietly in front of the pair. he's really squishable in this moment. (not the baby, though the little finnlet is also quite squishable.) finnick is all soft edges and brilliant—albeit pained—smiles.

"ahh," she coos, making a grasping little wave at the kid. she makes no attempt to save finnick from this mess. why would he want to be saved from something so cute? "and who is this?" her voice is high in what is universally known as baby talk and she grins widely at him, full of joy.