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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Two

Summary: Full Story! Breaking up with Andrew Barber is hard to do. You of all people should know, considering you just tried. Now what? Read Part One.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @atkissoflife, @that-one-anxious-mango, and @piscesmermaidprincess. This multi-part fic features a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, and several others. It is also, part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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February 15th - 12:25am - Los Angeles, CA

Wow. Just...wow.

You stare down at your phone as you wait for the bartender to bring you your check. While you had initially been prepared for Andy to be upset over your note, as well as your pretty abrupt departure, you certainly hadn't expected this.

If anything, he seemed almost...unbothered. By all of it. Granted, it was sometimes hard to gauge a person's tone via text. But you'd also been in a relationship with the man for the better part of six freaking months! At this point, one could argue that you were practically fluent in Andrew Barber and all of his fucking moods.

The guy was up to something, without a doubt. Which meant that you were now officially on high alert. Because your man - your ex - had never been the type to play fair.

Especially where you were concerned. You should've known that it was gonna take a hell of a lot more than a handwritten letter and a box of artisanal muffins to knock some sense into his stubborn ass.

"Argh! You are such a fucking ogre, Andrew!" You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you ever make things easy?"

The next time you look up it's to see the bartender returning with your credit card. She goes to hand it over, only for you to interrupt her mid-sentence.

What was her name again? You could've sworn it started with a "D".

"Sorry, I know I said I was ready to close out. But since men are stupid, I think I'm gonna need another margarita. Quite possibly two."

Delta gives you a sympathetic nod before pocketing your card once more. "You got it, sweetie. Still want sugar instead of salt?"

"Yes, please." You mumble, reminding yourself that it was okay to feel annoyed. Because you were. This was supposed to be your time, damn it. You deserved to take some space for yourself!

Even if it meant sitting alone at a hotel bar, missing the one person you loved more than anything, the day after motherfucking Valentine's Day. Cheers, bitches.

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Two Weeks Later – Somewhere in Downtown Boston

Andrew Barber stares blankly at his computer screen, mindlessly tapping his index finger against his temple as a fresh wave of anger courses through his veins.

He’d been so good the last two weeks. So patient and understanding. He’d given you your space, just like you’d asked. Never intruding with the exception of the text he shot off that night.

Even when he’d come across your latest Instagram post from a few days ago showing off your apparent date with another man. Some pretentious looking fucker who went by Russell Cromwell. You two had looked real cozy while sharing a plate full of Birria tacos. And then you’d posed outside of the restaurant with your arms wrapped around his waist.

But the real kicker had been the last photo in the carousel. The one where you’d kissed him on the cheek – when you’d done the “knee thing” that actresses used to do in those old black and white movies you loved to watch so much.

Oh yeah. The two of you would be having a discussion about that one real soon. His wayward Baby Girl could count on that shit.

Honestly, you had no idea how hard falling back had been for him. It had been a real struggle. Because at his core, Andrew Barber was a man of action. He was well-known for his cunning and mental prowess. This was a man who had graduated at the top of his class, who had then gone on to become the youngest District Attorney in the city of Boston’s history.

And in times of crisis, he was someone you could count on to remain calm and collected while you worked towards a solution. Nothing could shake him, save for the trial and media circus that had briefly surrounded his late son.

After that particular tragedy, Andy had resigned himself to being alone. Forever. He often tried to convince himself that he preferred it that way. Andrew Barber didn’t do love. Not after what happened with his ex-wife, Laurie. He was better off living a life of no commitment.

Even if it meant a lot of lonely nights filled with a seemingly endless revolving door of meaningless one-night stands.

And then he’d met you.

Yes, you.

The woman who had somehow, against all odds, brought magic back into his life. Your laugh, your smile, your very presence – it colored his whole goddamn world. He told you that all of the time, and yet it was almost as if you didn’t believe him.

At first, he was convinced that you were too good to be true. Although he’d been quickly dispelled of that notion when you’d had the balls to walk out on him during your very first date. It’s quite possible that he’d fallen for you right then – because you were the type of woman who knew her worth.

By then, Andy had become convinced that you were a gift from the universe. The way he saw it, after everything he’d been through, he was owed you. You were the woman of his dreams – his very salvation – all wrapped up in a curvy little package. And when you ran that night, it called to the primal part of him that felt compelled to give chase.

Just like now.

But what you had yet to understand was that, once a man like Andrew Barber had deemed you his forever, there was no going back. There was no letting you go. No means of escape.

At most, he’d been granted you a temporary reprieve. You both needed time to assess the situation, survey the damage, and then calculate your next move.

And sweetness, you’d already played your hand when you’d left that little note skipped town under the pretense of taking a fucking business trip.

Fine. Now it was on him. And while you still held most of the cards, that certainly didn’t mean that Andrew Barber was walking around without an ace or two in his back pocket. And you had better believe that he was more than ready to play his own.

But first…he needed some fucking coffee. And lucky for him, he knew just where he could find the perfect cup – shot of chocolate, dash of cinnamon, hold the whip.

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Forty Minutes Later – Monarch Media Group (20 Minutes Outside Downtown Boston)

You lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. For the life of you, you simply couldn’t seem to focus today. Or any other day for the matter.

Even though it had been almost a week since you’d returned from your trip to L.A., you still felt just as conflicted about things with Andrew Barber as you did before you’d left. And not only that, but you also found yourself feeling on edge about the entire situation.

Because after your brief text exchange the morning of February 15th, he’d left you alone. The most impatient man you’d ever encountered this side of Boston had actually found it within himself to respect your wishes.

No calls. No texts. No emails. Not even so much as a fucking smoke signal.

And while part of you was pleased with that particular development, there was no denying the fact that you missed your Big Man.

You could be woman enough to admit it. You missed the hell out the handsome, grumpy-faced district attorney who, up until recently, had been a major mainstay in your life. But after some serious soul searching and a generous amount of tequila, you’d come to the conclusion that it was important for you to get your mind right before moving forward with anything.

You owed it to yourself to figure out who you were outside of your relationship with Andy – needed it even. Because that man was a force to be reckoned with. He could be so dominant sometimes, his personality so completely all-consuming that it was easy to lose yourself in him.

To allow yourself to become so entirely eclipsed by his brilliant shadow. Which is something that could absolutely happen the moment you stopped paying attention to your own wants, and needs, and desires.

And if that ever were to happen, part of you wondered whether or not you would be able to find your way back. Honestly, you had no idea.

Because after all of this, if you chose to be with him…it would mean that you were all-in. There was no other option with him.

That beautifully stubborn man didn’t have a lower setting.

However, the last thing you’d ever expected was for Mr. Andrew “My Way or the Highway” Barber to go quietly into that good night. Well, suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Because if anything he could very well be planning–

Your inner musings are interrupted by Anya, your favorite receptionist at Monarch Media Group. Granted, she was also the only receptionist at the company you’d worked for over the last several years, but that was neither here nor there.

Anya gives you a knowing look before taking a seat on the edge of your desk. “Hi, friend.” She lightly pokes your shoulder. “How ya doin?”

“I’m okay.” You blow out a breath and then decide to exit out of your Outlook. “What’s up?”

“Oh…nothing much.” You watch as your friend and coworker helps herself to a piece of chocolate sitting in a nearby dish.

“Okay.”

“I just stopped by to tell you that your coffee has arrived.” She dutifully unwraps it before popping it in her mouth.

“What?”

You hadn’t ordered any coffee. You didn’t usually even drink the stuff this late in the day. Unless…

“Yep. And just so happens, it was hand-delivered by the handsomest door-dasher I ever did see.” Anya pokes your shoulder again. “I would’ve accepted it on your behalf, but the guy insists on giving it to you himself. Probably angling for a tip if you ask me.” She throws you a conspiratorial wink for good measure.

Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Andrew “Check Out My Shit Timing” Barber.

“Ugh.” You bury your head in your hands to muffle your cry of frustration. “Can you please just tell him I’m not here?”

“I’m afraid I already let that cat out of the bag. But by the look on your face and the way you’re rocking back and forth like a human pinball, I take it I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No!”

“Did you and Andy like…break up…or something?” Anya pauses as she reaches for another piece of candy, her hand hovering in mid-air.

No, Anya. I always feel like jumping out the nearest window. I’m fucking squirrley like that.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” You wail. “It’s just…it’s just really fucking complicated, okay?”

“Gotcha. So…about the coffee…”

“I’m going. I’m going.” You stand up in a huff, wishing you knew where you put the ponytail holder that had been on your wrist just this morning. “But if he pisses me off, I’m dumping that shit on his shoes. Hot or not. I do not care.”

“Okay, but if it comes to that can you please try to do it off company property? I’m all for you handling your business, but I’m also thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do if you accidentally injure one of the city’s hottest attorneys.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble as you stalk towards the front of the office to confront the annoying asshole who also happened to be the love of your life.

“What can I say? I’m a selfish bitch.” She chirps, blowing you a kiss.

“Your words not mine. And stay the hell out of my chocolate, you mooch!” You call out as you turn the corner, fully intending to give the Boston D.A. a piece of your mind before you politely, and very firmly, shoved him out the door.

Because if that man thought that he could just waltz right into your place of business and act like he owned everything and everyone, then he was sorely mistaken. You were going to prove to him, and whoever the hell’s job it was to oversee this whole godforsaken cosmos, that you knew how to stand your ground.

The sight of him standing right there in the lobby is easily enough to temporarily rob you of all reasonable thought. His back is to you, giving you the brief opportunity to give him a thorough once-over. His tailored white dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his brawny forearms. But what really draws your attention are his slate gray slacks, which only serves to highlight his perfectly sculpted backside.

He looked good. Nobody deserved to look that damned good, least of all your ex-boyfriend.

Wait. Is that – is that what he was now? Is…is that how all of this worked? Fuck!

You note the lack of tension in his broad shoulders. All things considered, he seemed pretty relaxed. But the real question was…how long could it be expected to last?

Andy picks that moment to turn around, his bright blue eyes locking with your own as an eager grin slowly spreads its way across his handsome features. You take a steadying breath and choose to ignore it.

“Andrew.” You exhale, trying your best to appear unaffected by his presence. It was a lie, of course. But if you managed to keep this unexpected interaction short and sweet, you just might be able to pull it off. “Wh–what are you doing here?”

“Hi.” He cocks his head to the side as he drinks you in, almost as if he’s amused by your disgruntled demeanor.

“Hello.” You cross your arms over your chest, wishing that you had chosen to wear a different sweater today. Andy loved you in this color, especially because of how it paired with your particular skin tone.

“Happy Wednesday, baby.”

God, he really needed to lose that stupid smile. Otherwise, how on earth were you supposed to maintain your composure?

“Sure.”

“Brought you something.” Andy holds out one of the cups of coffee he’s carrying. “Figured you might be able to use a little pick-me-up.”

“Thanks, but I’m good.” You tell him with a shake of your head.

“What? Since when?” He rears back before offering up a playful pout. “We always get coffee together on Wednesdays. It’s our thing…our little afternoon delight.” This time you’re treated to a wink.

“Shh!” You hiss, bridging the distance between your bodies to slap a hand across his mouth. “Don’t say that!”

The last thing you needed was someone to overhear that and think you two used to sneak away sometimes in the afternoon to…to well…you know. Some of the people you worked with possessed very vivid imaginations.

And besides, that whole afternoon delight business had only happened once or twice. Okay, quite possibly four and a half times – and then one more after that.

Amusement sparkles in his gaze as he stares you down. And then you feel the faint flick of his tongue brush across your palm. When you don’t react he does it again, this time following it up with an exaggerated groan.

You immediately jerk your hand away as if you’ve just been burned. Knowing that things were only bound to get worse, you snatch one of the coffees before grabbing his arm and dragging him outside and into the unseasonably warm weather.

Thank goodness for small favors.

The smell of spring was definitely in the air these days, but all you can focus on is the sound of Andy’s laughter trailing behind you. Frankly, it’s enough to set your teeth on edge. Even still, he allows you to lead him down the street. At some point there’s a slight shift that results in your relinquishing his arm so that he can lace his fingers through yours.

But you'll allow it if it means that he’ll behave for as long as it takes to make it to your destination. Which just so happens to be an empty bench located at the edge of a nearby park.

To his credit, the attractive buttface at your side doesn’t say anything during your impromptu power walk, but he also doesn’t need to. Because after two long weeks without you, the man was probably venturing into serious touch-starved territory.

You knew it. And so did he. So part of you didn’t see the harm in giving him this one, small thing.

Relief fills you when you finally reach the bench. Of course Andy sits first before pulling you down with him – but thankfully not onto his lap. Although you’re positive that the thought was there.

Eventually he lets go of your hand. Unsure of what else to do, you finally take a sip of your coffee. The rich, slightly bitter flavor of chocolate and mocha bursts onto your tongue, followed immediately by a quick hint of cinnamon.

Mm. A perfect cup.

“I’ve missed you, baby girl.” Andy’s large, lightly calloused hand cups your face – the roughened pad of his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “It hasn’t been a very fun couple of weeks.”

“I know.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed. Perhaps you were just as starved for affection as he was. “I’m sorry.”

“Did you miss me?” His tone is gruff, but there’s no mistaking the emotion behind his words. Or the pain in his eyes for that matter.

“I did, Andy.” So much.

“But you still left. Tried to break up with me before hopping on a plane and running off all the way to L.A. to share some chips and queso with good ol’ Rusty.” Your eyes fly open as Andy’s hand drops away. “Or did I read that wrong?”

How the fuck had he known where you where? You hadn’t included anything about your intended destination in your letter…

“I saw it on your Instagram, in case you were wondering. Was actually able to use that stupid account you set up for me after all.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he narrows his gaze, trying to read your expression. “Couldn’t really get much else, although I enjoyed those pics of you at the beach.”

“It was a work trip.” You remind him, suddenly feeling defensive. “And Russell is an old friend, nothing more.”

“Hm.” Andy quirks an annoyed brow. “Are we talking about the kind of friend who also accompanies you to the beach so you can show off your brand new bikini? Not that I’m complaining any about that gorgeous, sunkissed glow you’ve got going on, princess.”

His big body is certainly tense, but there’s no ignoring the feral gleam in his eyes. Almost as if he’s dying to undress you and spend the next several hours checking you for tan lines.

And he would, too. It’s not like it would be the first time.

“I went alone. Russell stayed behind for that one.” You roll your eyes at the sight of his nostrils flaring. “Jesus Christ, dude! I know you may not believe that I’m a big girl, but I am. And if I wanna go hang out at the beach by myself, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

Which was exactly what the fuck you’d done. And it had been positively marvelous.

“Fine.” He grunts, raising his palm towards the heavens. “God forgive me for having the sense to worry about my girl, especially since the last time I checked, she still couldn’t swim for shit.”

“Whatever, Andrew. This girl does whatever the hell she wants now, so you had better get used to it.” Your mouth is set in a thin, firm line while you silently dare him to disagree.

“I’m not quite sure how that’s different from any other day with you, but alright.” Andy tries to calm himself by playing with a stray curl that’s fallen free from your bun. “You’re still mine, sweetness. Even when you insist on being a brat. Or did you somehow forget that part?”

You swat at his hand instead of responding, hating that steady feeling of warmth that was currently pooling in your belly.

“Did you?”

You make a show of ignoring him in favor of enjoying what was left of your coffee.

“You know, they say that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, baby girl.” You find yourself resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at the sound of the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “It’s alright, though. Guess I’ll just have to remind you again once we get past this little wall you’re trying to put up between us.”

He gifts you with a flash of his pearly white teeth. Andrew Barber was the type of man who would only let you get away with so much before he put his foot down. And you would do well to remember that.

“Pretty sure you meant to say “actions”, jackass.” Apparently he finds your acerbic wit funny as well.

“Eh, I’ve heard it both ways.” Andy shrugs before going back to toying with your curls. “But I think you should know that I’m not very happy with you, baby. And I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s kinda difficult when I can’t even get you to talk to me.”

“I was going to call you…” That wasn’t a lie. You had just been trying to drum up the mental fortitude you knew it would take to pick up the phone and actually dial his number. Sometimes, dealing with Andrew Barber could require some serious patience.

“Were you now?” He doesn’t believe you. You can hear it in his voice.

“I was.”

“Okay, then have dinner with me tonight.” He releases your curl, watching the way it bounces as it springs free.

“Andy.” You let out an exhausted sigh.

“Meet me at my place. I’ll swing by Imperial Wok and pick up a few of your favorites so we can eat. And then we can talk in a quiet, private setting without any interruptions. How does that sound, princess?”

“Wonderful.” The word slips out before you can catch it. “But I–I can’t.”

Andrew Barber’s excited smile dies on his lips the moment that phrase reaches his ears and registers in his brain. As much as you hated to admit it, being alone with this man wasn’t a very good idea right now – especially behind closed doors.

Because while you’d never seen the man in court, you’d definitely heard plenty of stories about his ruthlessness. And you knew firsthand just how persistent he could be when he was determined to get his way.

When Andy wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. Not only was he relentless, but he also wasn’t above using every tool at his disposal – including sex – if it meant having you back in his life. It wouldn’t matter all that much to him how it came about.

The same way he wouldn’t care if whether or not your desired reconciliation only happened because he’d lured you into his bed before fucking you back into submission.

“The fu–why the hell not?” He growls, his hand grips the arm of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles go white.

“Because I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” The pronounced tick in his jaw makes it clear that he’s beyond frustrated by your refusal.

Unfortunately, that was too damned bad! By the time this was all said and done, your handsome ogre was going to have mastered the art of having some goddamned patience. At least you hoped that would be the case…

“Both.” You offer your Big Man a small apologetic smile as you rise from your seat. “Let’s plan for sometime next week. Maybe we can shoot for Monday. I’ll, uh, send you a text or something and we can find a place to meet. But I really need to get back to work now.”

Andy stares at you for what feels like a full minute as his impressive brain works overtime to figure out his next move. And then he stands up before taking your empty cup and discarding them both in a nearby trash bin.

“Alright.” He mutters with a nod in your direction. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your message then. Now, let’s get you back to your office.” A lump forms in your throat when he wraps a muscled arm around your shoulders as you two begin walking back the way you came.

Fuck, you really hated this shit. But if this relationship was ever going to have a chance of working, you had to continue standing your ground. Even though it hurt like hell.

“I, um...I know you said that we probably won’t be able to sit down and talk until next week. And I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from with that, but while I have you now…” He lightly coughs into his elbow.

You glance up at your hotshot attorney, trying to figure out where he was going with this so that you could potentially cut him off at the pass.

“I at least wanted to say “thank you” in person for still agreeing to help Lydia with the charity gala this Saturday. I’m sure that it wasn’t an easy decision for you, especially given how things have been between us lately. But I really do appreciate it. And, frankly, I’m sure the kids at St. Augustine’s do too.”

You feel the blood drain from your face as the reminder of this weekend’s event all-but smacks in the face. “Shit!” You hiss, pulling away from Andy as you reach your building. “It’s this Saturday? Are you sure?”

“I am.” He confirms, his eyes filled with surprise. “I just spoke with Lydia yesterday when I–”

“Fuck!” You exclaim as your hands fly to your hips, uncaring that you just interrupted whatever it was he was about to say.

In all of the chaos, you’d completely forgotten that you had agreed to help the wife of one of Andy’s colleagues with her annual charity ball. Starting by arriving at the hotel early Saturday morning to aid in the event setup, before heading up to your room to get ready for the evening's festivities.

A room that had been booked during a time when you and Andy were on much better terms.

“She did mention that she sent all of the volunteers an email a couple days ago with a list of instructions. Maybe it got buried in your inbox, baby.” He rests his hands on your biceps, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “But she is definitely expecting you and I’m afraid it’s probably too late for you to back out at this point.”

Deep down you knew he was right. And quite honestly, you wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this close to the actual date of the gala. But there was still the issue of having to share a hotel room with your ex.

Closing your eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I–I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to share a room…” You trail off, hoping that he would at least be somewhat understanding of your current plight.

“Ahh.” You can see the moment when realization finally dawns. “Right. Almost forgot about that.”

No, he actually hadn’t. But since Andy didn’t feel as though there was any real need for you to know that, he was going to keep that particular tidbit to himself. Even he was capable of showing some restraint every now and again.

“Like I said…” You find yourself anxiously bouncing on your toes. “I don’t think –”

“I get it, sweetheart.”

Wait. He did? Just like that?

“You do?”

“I do.” His words are accompanied by a lopsided grin.

He didn’t. But then again, you didn’t need to know that either.

Andy’s hands leave your arms so that he can tenderly cup the sides of your face instead. “You just leave it all to me, baby girl. I’ll call the hotel and change the reservations.”

“You will?” You place your smaller hands overtop of his own. “You…you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Andy leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “And I promise to be on my best behavior Saturday night.” He gives you another kiss, which you allow. “If you want, I’ll even send over the updated confirmation info.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, wishing that you could give-in just a little more and offer up your lips for a kiss. A real one this time.

But you couldn’t afford to do that. Not even when Mr. Andrew “Give Me A Gold Star For Being Helpful” Barber was acting sweet. That would only throw everything off balance all over again.

Andy’s heated gaze drops to your mouth before he slowly pulls away. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” His husky voice sends one last tiny flutter through your belly.

“Same goes for you.” You tell him as you begin to head into the building.

“Goodbye, baby girl.”

“Goodbye, Andrew. See you Saturday.”

He waits until you’re safely inside and out of sight before turning on his heel and proceeding in the direction of his car. Oh, you’d be seeing him on Saturday alright. And he would be on his best behavior – depending on just how much patience he could muster.

You two would be sorting this shit out then, whether you liked it or not. When it was over, you’d both spend the rest of the weekend making up for lost time. And Andrew was going to do everything in his power to ensure you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Just like he planned to enjoy getting reacquainted with that delicate sweetness between those luscious thighs. But first…

He needed to go make a call.

END

*Part Three Coming Soon...*

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drive-in movie (part two)

content: extreme smut. p in v sex, cunnilingus, spitting, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), steve being cute as always 18+ READERS ONLY

read part one here

steve harrington x reader (with she/her pronouns)

have a fic idea? send it my way and i shall write it for you

she ran to the window to wave to her boyfriend one last time before he drove away. it sounded tacky, but when she was away from him, she missed him, even if she had just seen him.

she put her pajamas on and took off her favorite necklace that steve gifted her for her birthday last year. she kept it on her bedside table and laid on the frame of a picture of them when they took a trip to the beach back in last summer.

she went to bed dreaming about a potential future with steve, as she did every night.

she woke to her mother quietly knocking on her door.

"sorry to wake you, sweetie, wanting to let you know your father and i are going into the city and won't be back until Tuesday night. you're more than welcome to join us if you like," she smiled.

she stirred more awake now at the fact that she will be alone for two days, "hmmm, i think i'll stay here. thanks for the invite though."

"i figured you'd say no, but it would be rude if we didn't invite you, go back to sleep, we will see you in four days," she blew her daughter a kiss as she smiled to flip over and go back to sleep for a few hours.

when she woke a few hours later, it was still mid-morning. she did her typical morning stretch as she remembered that she was alone for a few days. which means, steve could stay with you for the remainder of your parent's trip.

you flipped over to reach the phone to call steve, who was probably already at work.

"family video this is steve, how can i help you today?"

"i'll never get tired of calling you here and hearing your cute work voice," she twirled the phone cord in her hand.

"i'll never get tired of you calling here and bringing my mood up," steve said through the other line.

"so, i have real good news. my parents are going away for two days and i have the entire house to myself, which means... no one could ruin the mood," she clenched her thighs just thinking about being alone with him.

"oh yeah?" he questioned.

"just get done as soon as you can, and bring a movie for us to watch."

"yes ma'am."

"Harrington! You better not be taking personal calls on that phone! It's for business purposes only," she heard his boss, Keith, in the background giving him shit, once again.

"Fuck, babe, I gotta go. I'll see you tonight, I love you!" he hangs up fast before she could respond.

She bit down on her lip and hopped out of bed to open her window to let the warm summer air in. She flipped through her countless records and picked one to put on while she showered. She hummed the tune of Kate Bush's "Running Up That Hill" as she massaged shampoo and conditioner in her hair.

She loved the feeling of being alone when her parents were gone, especially in the summer. The weather was nice (for the most part), it was quiet in the neighborhood, she could do whatever she wanted by having the music loud, and the best part: having steve sleepover.

Sure, there would be times when he would sneak up into her room but he found it quite difficult to climb up to the second floor using the small ladder for plants, but he managed.

She wrapped a purple towel around her body and put wrapped her hair in another as she sat on her bed to paint her toenails, softly humming to the music.

Throughout the day, she cleaned the house to make sure that it was perfect for Steve. Sure, Steve has been in her home plenty of times when it was dirty, but he was a guest that was staying over the night (or more). She ran to the grocery store to grab snacks for the movie and then made it back in time to expect steve.

right as expected, he pulled into her driveway at 6:30 on the dot. she couldn't wait any longer to kiss her man. she ran out without shoes on to greet him. he wasn't expecting her when she jumped into his arms after he locked his car doors.

"woah! hey there," she cut him off with a kiss, "what was that for?"

"what? a girl can't be happy to see her boyfriend?"

"of course, but you couldn't wait five seconds for me to get into the house?"

she shook her head, planting one more wet kiss on his lips before jumping off of him.

"what movie did you bring?" she asked, walking up the steps to her front door.

"movies," he emphasized on the plural, "got the fly, ferris bueller's day off, the breakfast club and friday the 13th."

"a variety," she responds.

"well yeah, you love horror and comedy had to please my girl in more ways than one," he smacked her ass as she opened the front door.

she turned around and locked the door. when she turned back, steve pushed right up against her, instantly wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"what do you wanna do now?" she asked.

he lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, "i can think of a few things I wanna do," he kissed her passionately.

she held on tight as he took her upstairs and slammed her door shut with his leg. he placed her softly on the bed slipping her shorts and panties off first. he kneeled down on the carpet and moved her legs to rest on his shoulders as he admired her pussy. her fingers comb through his hair as he starts kissing up her thighs, finally reaching the point where she needs his mouth the most. he licks a stripe up her hole to her clit and begins sucking on her bundle of nerves.

She let out a loud sigh as her climax will building... fast.

"steve.. steve, stop I'm gonna come, fuck," her mouth gaped open, not really wanting him to stop as she pushed his mouth on her clit harder. He inserted two fingers just to tease her, which actually broke her. her moans got louder and louder as she reached her high. she tried her best to close her legs, only for steve to pry them open as her clit became too sensitive. he left her clit with a pop and kissed his way up to her lips. she could taste herself as he licked his way into her mouth. her hands pushed down his pants and underwear to feel his fully erect cock.

"so needy for me," she took control.

"mhmm..." he said. she wasn't even sure he knew what she was saying as his eyes were closed as he continued to kiss her. she lined himself up with her entrance and whispered to him to put himself inside of her. she groaned into his ear... he knew he hit the spot that drove her crazy.

he wasn't going to last long as her moans filled his ears whenever he thrust all the way inside her. her moans were music to his ears. she reminded him constantly that it was only him that could ever make her feel this way.

"keep going... keep going... oh steve!!" she said.

those words could have him busting in seconds, but he needed to hold out so she could come first.

she felt his cock balls deep inside her as she felt her second orgasm of the evening coming on. her nails scrape his bare back as their clothes were excluded at some point of their assault on each other.

he grabbed her mouth and pinched her lips for her to open them as he spit into her mouth, she groaned at how much more she was turned on from that.

he had never done that and was a bit afraid she wouldn't like it, but he was mistaken. beads of sweat form on their foreheads, but disappeared when they put their foreheads together.

"please tell me you're about to come, because, i don't think i'll be able to last any longer,"

"come in me steve, please baby." she mentally thanked God that she was on the pill.

he let out a long moan, as did she, as they came together. he collapsed on her chest as she massaged his back. his breath hit her chest as the two of them stayed connected for a while.

since they were sweaty, they decided to take a "quick" shower, even though they ended up fucking a few more times in there.

"i'm starving," she fell onto the large soft couch in the living room and turn on the tv, flipping through the channels hoping to find something good to watch.

"want me to call and order some pizza?" steve asked as he reached for the phone.

"ugh, yes. pepperoni please?"

"anything for you, sweetie," he said.

he quickly ordered and the two of you, after a careful decision, started with a scary movie.

when you got comfortable underneath the warm blanket, the doorbell rang as the pizza has arrived.

the rest of the evening consisted of heavy makeout sessions, pizza eating, cuddling, jump scares and laughs.

#steve harrington #my writings #my writing #stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things imagine #steve harrington smut #joe keery #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington one shot #stranger things 4 #st4

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koritoraa · 2 months

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Watching a scary movie with them ❦

A/n: Luffy said mommy?!!! read to find out….

Feature: Luffy, Zoro & Law

#Luffy

❦ He’s gonna be eating so damn loud and talking throughout the movie until you tell him to tone it down.

❦ When it comes to jump-scares he’s either gonna just sit there and keep watching or if it really catch him at the right time he’s gonna be all dramatic and shit. Jumping all over you or throwing the pillow at the tv.

“Sweetie, the jumpscare wasn’t that scary..now you knock the tv over. I should slap your big ass head.”

“Sorry y/n but that scary dude with the holes in his mask just popped up out of no where. He’s so scary.” he’s literally hiding in your lap now. Aww so cute…

❦ He would make fun of the killers and how silly they look, he would literally be laughing his ass off everytime he see them.

“That dude with the long nails look so funny. His nails is longer then yours. But his face looks nasty and burnt eww.” He looked over at you smiling while nudging you and teasing you about how short your nails are.

“Boy I don’t care and that’s not his real nails anyways.” You roll your eyes playfully while laughing and bumping him back. At this point y’all both not even paying attention to the movie.

❦ If the movies too long he’s gonna eventually fall asleep.

“Aww my babyboy is sleeping so cute.”

“Huh? no….i’m up….meat…mommy…meeaaattt” He’s sleep talking at this point but he heard your voice in his dreams so ofc he’s gonna reply.

“Not he saying Mommy.” You laugh at him then went back to watching the movie.

❦ Y’all omg once he get up he’s gonna be awl mad & pissy that you let him slept throughout the movie. He’s gonna throw a whole fit.

“Y/nnnnn why didn’t you woke me uppppp?….You’re so mean.” Now he’s sitting up, looking at you with his arms crossed while pouting. He’s so adorable!

#Zoro

❦ For the most part he’s gonna be quiet throughout the movie. He will look over at you from time to time to see if you look scare or anything.

❦ You two were just watching the movie until a loud sound scare tf outta you, causing you to jump on him. He just laughed at you then started hugging you closer to him.

“Come on y/n, we all seen that coming.” Just know he said that in a cocky tone while teasing you. He just happy that it wasn’t him that got scare first.

“Not me, that was so damn loud. Zoro that was not funny.” You snapped at him then playfully hit his shoulder.

“It was funny, learn how to not get so scared easily.”

❦ If the movie doesn’t seem that scary or exciting to him, you will see him dozing of while eating. His only motivation to stay up is to see you get scared again so he can laugh and hug you.

“Zorooo you’re going asleep again while eating. Get ya ass up so you won’t choke.” You had to tap him over 3 times cause he was not getting up for nothing.

❦ If you both not scared of the movie then y’all would just be cracking jokes and talking about whatever.

#Law

❦ He’s gonna be quiet the whole time since it’s a movie and he just feel like there should be no talking. He also just wanna be able to know all the lore without being distracted.

❦ From time to time he would look over at you to see your different reactions or comments you make. (He don’t care if you talk since you wasn’t trying to be loud, you were just making a comment to yourself.)

❦ If you get scared he’s obviously gonna be there for you to hold on. He will smirk at you a little since your reaction to the movie according to him was “too extra”.

#anime #manga #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece luffy #one piece law #one piece zoro

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short-black-diamond · 1 year

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The other woman. (part 2)

Previous: part one

Next: part three, part four- Izuku’s end

Heya, I am doing part two, no idea how it’ll go, but uhm, yeah.

Warnings: suggestive content-but nothing really happens, cheating, lots of angst for izuku, hate-love, you slowly fall out of love with Deku, Izuku feels guilty and shit, timelaps, suicide thoughts, you feel a little guilty, but not too much, LONG CHAPTER

summary: As Izuku thinks about how he should tell you and admit how he cheated on you, you are finishing your last preps to completely break him. Now, all he can do is think about where you might’ve headed off to.

Also: Did I write this all with a resting bitch face?

Yes.

Word count: 4k words

Have fun reading!

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{...Last time : }

You gently pushed him away from you, his heart breaking at the sight of you avoiding body contact with him. you looked at him with a sad and dissapointed expression and looked away, going to sleep in the guest room. Now that the young man was alone, he thought about your behavior.

You and him didn’t really spend time together, the last time being him and you fucking last night. Before that, you were busy looking for evidences of a new case you could work on alone since you got your promotion.

...

He thought about you real hard then. You were always there for him. Always. You always stood up late at night to greet him. You oftentimes came to his office and brought him lunch, which then ended in a hot make-out session or even a quickie in his office.

You often talked about kids, how many you’ve wanted, how you speculated on what they’d look like, what they’d become afterwards.

You weren’t a person of words, but of action. you kissed him at least a hundred times more than he did, you held him oh so delicately whenever you could. you were always gentle, soft, comforting for him. I mean, you could be rough when he wanted to, but you preferred a soft and calm relationship.

He...

He didn’t deserve you.

...

In the guest room, you took a look at your phone. This time, the unknown person wrote a message.

‘Why are you still hanging onto that cheating bastard?‘

You smirked. You didn’t really know who that person was, and if you’d sent the wrong text, then they could do whatever they wanted with it. So, you played dumb.

‘I think you are mistaking him with somebody else. He would never do something like that! I know my husband better than anyone else!!‘

The person didn’t take long to send something back. A voicemail? Let’s check if it’s a man or a woman...

“Well sweetie...guess I’ll have to show you myself...meet me at musutafu train station. Next saturday. 4 o’clock. Dress up for me, pretty. A’ight?“, the stranger said, having a voice changer and you couldn’t tell the gender.

Then, the messenger went offline.

You didn’t have time to ask who they were or why they wanted to stop your relationship with Izuku so bad. But, you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Izuku knocked on your door. You had to think of something to answer.

SHITSHITSHITSHIT-

“D-darling...?“ He was met with the sound of whimpers and crying. Izuku felt like killing himself.

...

The next few weeks, you felt like shit, but it was because of your pregnancy. luckily, it was summer, then fall, and then winter, so you could put on more and more sweaters or large shirts to hide your growing stomach.

You went to the doctors regularly to get some meds, and when they asked you if Deku knew-you shook your head no with a mischievous smile that they only interpreted as a surprise.

...

Izuku didn’t feel any better. He looked like he hadn’t slept in months, his hair was messier than usual. He had a days-old beard, and if he wouldn’t have cheated on you, you’d latch onto him and fuck him until next week.

The guilt of cheating on you was plaguing his mind so much that he even forgot to eat. He forgot to take care of himself. When he roamed around the city, he didn’t tell the villains to make a better person out of themselves with a smile on his face like he normally would.

No.

He used them as a punching bag and beat them up with a monotone expression. He felt like really committing suicide.

The idea became more and more interesting as he noticed more and more things in his every day life that he didn’t think of before. Once he even drank a little bleach, but he vomitted out his entire dinner that he had with you.

The dinner was a complete disaster.

In that dinner, he tried to try it again, tried to talk with you. He noticed that you were covering up more and more. you also looked a little more chubby to him. You didn’t really eat anything, only looked to the side with your arms crossed.

Also, he couldn’t touch you how he liked anymore.

You didn’t let Izuku touch you because he cheated (but he didn’t know that you knew) on you and also because if he would’ve touched your tummy, he would’ve guessed that you were pregnant right away. Who knows? He might even be relieved that you wanted to hide that surprise from him.

But you didn’t let him come closer to you than arms length. And he was only allowed to hold your arms and hands or your head and face. Not more.

Izuku thought of that distance as your dissapointment towards him. He knew that you didn’t want to make love with him. But he didn’t know for how long. and honestly? It was snapping every single heart string of his.

Maybe he’d get a broken heart syndrome and die already. But his prayers went ignored as time went by.

He felt numb.

Then he went numb. But you didn’t really care. It was his fault, after all.

...

The brown haired woman, Uraraka, has tried to contact him more than a few times everyday, but he blocked her. Izuku felt like a traitor-which he was-but he felt much more than that.

You didn’t deserve such an ungrateful bastard like him. He felt like a whore. He took you for granted. He was fucking another woman behind your back. He was kissing another woman. In another bed.

When you should be in Uraraka’s place. When you should be the one he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. When you should be the one he’d meet at the end of the day. Not her.

Uraraka was the other woman.

But she was a woman who didn’t care if her target was taken or not. She didn’t care that you and Izuku were theoretically inseperable. She tested that theory.

She found out that the theory was wrong. Or only temporary.

She broke a perfect relationship with a devillish smirk.

Uraraka is a bitch.

...

You met up with some music and model agencies. You gave the music agency some of your music for when you were younger. Songs about love. Breakup. First date. Arguments. Everything. Nothing.

They accepted your music. You even gave out your most recent song, but you wanted to sing that one. It was about cheating. About you, Izuku, and the other woman. And you even mentioned your two months old baby in your tummy in it. You’d sing it after your son, daughter or baby would come to the world, not sooner.

if some other person, no matter if man or woman, would sing it, and Izuku would hear the lyrics, then he’d know that it was your song. You loved mistery, but also being simple and obvious. He knew that. so, you’d sing that song and the whole world would know about your and Izuku’s relationship being over before it could actually really blossom.

The head of the music agency was thrilled about your plan and loved it. She even organised a concert for you to sing on. Live. And Izuku would be your guest of honour.

In the model agency, you gave the people some of your old modeling photos. Now you’d be a model for pregnant ladies. They also accepted. But, you insisted on cutting of your face in every pic, but only digitally. When you’d give birth to your child, then could they publish your photos. and Izuku would see how much he’s fucked up.

...

The case was finished. It seemed like the burglar was actually a group of middle school kids that had fusing quirks which they used to form into a thief and steal important or expensive stuff.

After that case, you got another one. You had to find a mysterious person who likes to stalk people. It could be your internet friend who sent you the videos of Izuku and the other woman.

Today was saturday. Time to meet the stranger. You contacted one of your close friends for safety reasons and made your way to the station. Your stomach got heavy with each week passing by. Now, your stomach was a little bigger than a basketball, but you could cover it up perfectly with one of Izuku’s hoodies.

Yes, you still used them. Only to let him think that you still wanted this...whatever it was the two of you had. Now, you passed half of the path you had to take when Izuku called you.

“Hey sweetie, where are you going?“

“Huh?“

“I’m up here.“, he whispered and you looked up. You saw him standing on a low rooftop, gazing down at you with a smile only a real lover could have. Too bad he wasn’t your lover anymore.

But, you noticed his growing beard and hair, his eyes having big, dark circles under his eyes. He also looked like he could eat something. He should eat...

You smiled. “Aren’t you coming down? I don’t feel that safe right now.”, and just after you’ve finished that sentence, he jumped and landed on his feet next to you. He tried to be subtle, but you pretty much aknowledged the pained wince his left eye had when his feet met the ground.

You smiled again. “Thanks.”

You put your mobile away, and took his hand, swinging it around a little. That made Izuku uncomfortable, and you knew that. “N-no problem...where are you going anyways?”, he asked, giving you a curious look.

No need to lie, right? “Well, there’s this person who began texting me, and I thought they’d be a nice friend, so I’d agreed to meet up with them.”

Izuku looked at you for a few seconds before squeezing your hand. “would you like me to come with you?”

Don’t you have other bitches to look at?

“Don’t you have patrol?”, you asked instead, biting your tongue internally. He shrugged, looking at you with a sly smirk. “I can always come a little late.”

‘I can always come a little late.‘, my ass! He probably said that to that other bitch he’s fucking!

You looked at him with a resting bitch face before you looked straight ahead. Your phone began ringing as you went. You stopped in your tracks and took your phone out.

The unknown number. You wrote ‘MY BESTO FRENDO!! <3’ in the contact list so that your poor excuse of a husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. “Oh, ‘my besto friendo?’ Isn’t that from Jujutsu Kai-” “Heyyy~! Where are you?”

Oh. O-okay..

Izuku visibly deflated when you interrupted him by picking up the phone and went ahead and pulled your hand away from him. He felt shitty.

“huh? over there? Ah, I see you, you can stop waving now, hahaha...yeah, okay, I’ll come now! Bye!“, you said after you ended the call. You then looked at the man whom you’d swore to never leave. But you would. In less than a year.

“You can go now, Izuku. I can take care of myself.“ “I can still accompany you-“ “There are your fans, I don’t want them to come closer than they already are. Bye Izu.“

And without smiling at him, giving him a kiss, touching his shoulder, or cheek, you turned around and went into a nice caffee. Izuku lookes after you with a look of longing. He missed you.

With a sigh, he turned towards his eager fans who questioned him about everything that had happened between you two. With each question that involved you - which was every single one the six kids asked him about - he felt more and more like crying, screaming, or throwing himself into a nearby river.

“I-I’m sorry kids, it was nice talking to you...!“, he croaked out before he took off and dissapeared.

...

“Huh, so, you’re the one sending me those videos.“, you mustered the handsome but tired looking male in front of you.

He had nice purple hair, eyebags of tiredness, and a sexy smile.

“Shinsou Hitoshi.“ “Aren’t you an underground hero?“

He looked at you with surprise evident on his face. “How...?”

“You think I don’t know about people like you? I am a detective in that area. I know everybody here. And now tell me; Why did you send me these videos?“

He furrowed his brows. “Do I really need an explanation? You are living together with your CHEATING husband, isn’t that enough?”

You smiled coquettishly at him. “No, why do you think that this is going to change anything?”, you scoffed, ”Do you think I want to leave him?”

He hesitantly nodded, which made you giggle sweetly. “Dear Underground hero, I am not planning on divorcing my husband. He may have had come slip ups there and there, but don’t we all do mistakes sometimes?”

“I...shouldn’t you be hurt by his actions? How can you still be so...carefree?“, he murmured, sizing you up. To him, you looked like a completely normal citizen, but he still questioned your relationship with Izuku.

“Say...are you happy in your relationship?“

If you were taken aback, you didn’t show it. You were a mistress when it came to faking your emotions around other people now. You sighed.

“I wish I was...I am still a little mad at him for spending some nights with another woman, but he promised that he’d never do it again.”, and you had a sad expression on your face, but it was real in this fake relationship.

Shinsou nodded, giving you the illusion of the conversation dying down. But, you were wrong. Deku just had to break your heart more, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry for...putting my nose into your business, but Izuku’s been meeting up with the same woman over and over again until it suddenly stopped.”

You stopped breathing for a second. You don’t have to tell me that, you idiot-

“And I really want to know why-like, don’t get me wrong or something! I am questioning your...husband’s...moves right now.“

“Please, Shinsou. Leave it. Okay? I’ll try and talk to Izuku about it, all right?“, you only answered with a bittersweet smile.

He didn’t look like he’d believe you and you wouldn’t even believe it yourself, but here you were, lying to people who only want the best for you.

“I-just...ugh. Let me tell you, that I will be there for you when you need help, all right? Also, it’d be the best if you’d leave him already.“

You sighed for the last time before standing up, thanking him for the nice time, and walking home, with thinking about how you should approach your nearly final step.

...

“Phew. Onto the next step.“

Carefully, you put out some wine glasses with some bottles of beer and other drunk-making potions for your plan for tonight. Since it was sunday, and you had free for today, it was the perfect chance of taking it into action.

You had prepared some nice dinner, candles and other romantic stuff and with your quirk, making plants, you let plenty of flowers bloom from the walls of your shared house.

“I’m home...“, you heard your “husband’s“ tired voice. He was later than usual and he looked like he’d need a bath-right now. Luckily, you let in a nice warm bath for him with plucked pectorals from some flowers an put them on the nice-with bath bombs and soothing bathing salts filled- bathwater.

Now, as Izuku was stripping down to his underwear, you prepared the most important part: The divorce. You needed his signature, after all.

You then put on his oversized hoodie-an all might themed one, of course- and went over to him, ignoring the stomach ache your growing child gave you. “Hey, Izu.”, you smiled softly at him, spoiling him with your tender, fake love.

He looked at you surprised. “O-oh, hey...”

You giggled. Okay, something’s wrong here. Why were you all happy and shit right now? With him? Even though it was nice to hear your happiness, Midoriya felt like something was completely wrong.

“C’mon, I made dinner, and the bath is also not waiting for you.“, you ushered him into the bathroom, which was lit up by the numerous candles and gave him a nice vibe. He stepped into the bathroom and groaned. His muscles relaxed after what felt like forever and he felt like taking a nap. That was what he was really missing.

Meanwhile, your core still responded to his touch and you cursed your body for still aching after the cheater who was having a good time in the bathtub.

Your hand on his scalp brought him out of his dreamland and he sighed. Still, things were nagging him. “Hey...are we...are we good?”, he asked cautiously, testing the waters with you.

Your smile faded. “I wish we were, Izuku...it’s actually my fault that I neglected you, you know? You’re so busy, with saving everybody...and helping people when they need help...”, you trailed off, talking about all the times you longed for his touch, his voice, his warmth, him.

And with each word falling from your lips, he felt like drowning himself into the bathtub. “I just...I wished we could...you know...try again?”, you asked, a hopefull glimmer in your eyes.

Who was he to deny you.

Who was he to even think about answering that question.

Who did he think he was for even looking you in the face after all the time he has spent countless times in other women’s places, blowing their backs over and over again?

“Yes. Let’s do it.“, he instead answered, a determined expression on his face and you smiled seductively at him. “Okay, Izu. But I am hungry, so we’ll eat first, okay?“

...

“Ya wan’ me dodo *hiccup* wha?“, he only asked, his mind far too gone, but he tried to seem like he’d know what you were talking about.

You held the divorce papers in front of him, smiling devilishly down at him. “It’s so that I can get more money, sweetie...”, you whispered, grinning happily when he signed off without another care.

“averythin’ for’ya, swee...anythin’“, he called, his red face making him drowsy and soon, he fell asleep.

He didn’t even see you taking your clothes and leaving. He didn’t see you putting your wedding- and engaged ring into their respective boxes and placing them on the dinner table, where everything was left the way it was after you two ate and drank. You onlay drank water but he mistook it for whitewine and said cheers before drinking full-on.

He thought about having to become confident before rearranging your gut again, but he never got to do that; with you talking about how you solved the case, your friends having kids, you solving another case and him having to get better at saving people again.

He never got to touch further up your arm than intertwining your and his fingers and gazing into each other lovingly. He never saw you again after he signed the paper. But what was it again?

It was morning as he threw up all the bile from yesterday, even your delicious food, and the expensive liquors. He felt miserable, and when he called for you, you didn’t answer.

As he kept calling your name, he noticed that something was wrong, again. All your belongings were gone. Your clothes, lewelry, but only the ones that you personally owned-not the ones he bought for you. Your shoes, also only from your own credit card, were gone, and so was your entire presence.

Sure, there were still the parfumes and other belongings of yours that Izuku purchased for you, but you? You were nowhere to be seen. Izuku got scared that something might’ve happened to you.

He searched for his phone and found it on the uncleaned dining table. There were two boxes, dangerously equal to the ones where he had his engage and wedding rings in, and to his horror, the rings were inside the boxes.

Underneath was an envelope. He opened it and read a letter which you wrote for him.

“Dear Izuku Midoriya.

Dear Izu, Zuku, Mido, Midori, sweetheart, love, handsome, sweetie, darling.

Dear Deku,

As you might have noticed, I have vanished. Am I going to tell you where? Out of your life! Now, you can fuck as many women as you want.

But-”

Izuku flinched as if he heard you say those words. Your words, and you found out he cheated on you. How long?

He looked down again, and continued.

“But, you’ll surely try and stalk me or investigate where I have gotten off to. Well, spare it. You’ll never find me.

I do have some questions though.

Why did you cheat on me?

Was I not enough? Not sexy enough for you? Not pretty enough for you? Not tidy enough for you?

Too lazy? Too brat-ish? Too much attitude? Not enough confidence? Not enough attention? Not the best looking woman? Not the best cook? Not the best lover?

Tell me. why did you cheat. and why did you stop? Exactly after the night when you fucked me?

Did a lightbulb go on over your head and you thought, ‘wait, I’ve adtually got a spouse, I don’t need a side chick!’?

Whatever your answer might be, it’s over.

that...paper you signed yesterday. It was our devorce. and we are leaving. who do I mean by “we”?

Well, me and my son of five months.

I hope that he’ll never see you and become like you, Izuku Midoriya. I’ll raise him as a real man.

Until never,

Not your lover anymore.”

You were pregnant? A son? And you didn’t tell him, he also doesn’t know where you are.

I mean, sure, he broke you, but you broke him back, you guys are even...right?

As tears ran down his eyes and his sobs echoed in the now empty and cold appartment, void of your nice and warm presence, the pro hero unlocked his phone, only to be bombarded with news and questions from all sides.

Japan news! - Deku’s bride divorced with child, what happened to our sweetest...tip to read more

Kacchan - the fuck did you do?! Your girl left you while pregnant?! Did you cheat on her...tip to read more

Uraraka - Are you okay? should I come come over? We can talk about it if you want...tip to read more

+ Notifications - tip to read more

His phone trembled when he listened to Katsuki screaming his ear off, the news reporting about how you modeled for numerous model companies and released tons of relatable and heart wrenching songs, with an invitation to her freshly divorced ex- Izuku to be a gust at her upcoming concert.

then, he listened to Uraraka’s voice. calming, soothing, comforting.

Bullshit.

He blackmailed Uraraka, blocked her, and then tossed his phone away, thinking about where you might be.

...

It was cold at this hour, but Izuku didn’t want to fakk asleep after two o’clock. You heaved your luggage down the last stairs of the house you’ve lived in for the past few years.

Now, you were ready to leave it all behind.

Shinsou, your chauffeur, packed all the suitcases into the car and let you sit in the passenger seat. Only then he noticed your noticable bulge.

“You-you’re pregnant?!”, he yelled, eyeing you with owlish eyes. You winced from his loud voice and shushed him.

“I fucked him a few months ago and now I’ve got the baby. Now drive me away from this shitty place. Please.“

After some while, you felt Shinsou trying to say something and you sighed before urging him to tell you what’s been on his mind as he drove you into your new house-but...could you even call it a house?

It was...so much more than that. (I’ll explain it later.)

“Well, i think that after you two had sex did he stop meeting that other woman. what was her name again? Uraa- Uraka-“

“Uraraka Ochaco. And you’re the person who’s fitting perfectly in my case. Please, Shinsou, for the love of god. Register yourself and tell your underground-hero friends to to the same or my job will only consist of tracking down my own collegues. You guys are taking that whole “underground-hero” thing way too seriously.“

“A-ah..shit, sorry.“

[to be continued...]

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HOW DID Y’ALL FIND IT?!

was it angsty enough? Because I am still bad at it I think

please comment on my posts so that I can improve my writing and make better stories in the future...PLEASE!

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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YOOOOO

What would it be like if they were trying to get their S/O pregnant? Like everything is a green light, all conversations have been had, and it’s go time. How would they go at it, who’s gentle, who’s making it a night to feel in a week?

(I just remembered I’m PMSing so I think this is my hormones talking😅)

aww okay this is cute actually i’m sorry this took me a lil while to answer <3

under the cut <33 this gets kind of insane towards the end. i apologise.

gentle, loving:

chan - oh channie is 100% our resident daddy with a HEAVY breeding kink, but the second it’s real, you’re actually gonna carry his baby… he’s so so soft. he’s so in love with you, and would 100% fuck you in the mating press with your legs pressed to your chest. he’d love love the feeling when he pushed in raw, thick cockhead breaching your tiny hole, and he’d be kissing all over your face while you adjusted. so so cute. i can imagine him smiling so wide, and the sex would be so so soft and slow, just letting you feel it. he’d be mumbling, “‘m gonna make you a mommy, baby girl, okay?” and you’d nod, eagerly awaiting his load inside you. the second you call him daddy he’s gone!!!!!

felix - this had me goin a bit insane imagining felix trying to knock you up. i imagine you’d have the conversation, saying you’re ready, and IMMEDIATELY you’d be whisked off to the bedroom to have some soft giggly sex. he’d love you to ride him while his little hands just stroke all up your body, over your tummy where you’re gonna be so swollen with him. he’d be elated, smiling so wide and giving your tummy kisses afterwards :(( he’s such a sweetie!! he’d definitely be giggling, saying “i can’t believe you’re so beautiful, and you’re going to have my baby.” just so excited :((

hyunjin - oh hyunjin’s losing his shit but he’s keepin it cool. thrusting into you slowly, staring down at where his raw cock is just so so slick with you. he’s sure this is gonna take, your cunt is gripping him way too tight not to, and he’s so in love with you it hurts. he can only think about what you’ll look like pregnant, glowing with his kid - he’ll be the daddy, everyone will know you’re his. imagine the snuggles after :(( plump lips trailing up your neck and one big hand stroking over your tummy. :(((( im soft actually

jeongin - oh my god no he’d be just like lixie, so giggly and just hyper. he can’t WAIT. you’re gonna have his baby and he’s gonna try so fucking hard to make it catch. would definitely fuck you multiple rounds in one night, but each round so soft and slow and just heavy breathing into eachother’s mouths bc it feels so so goooddd :(( i spoke about what i thought jeongin’s stamina would be like earlier, and i’m a strong believer if he was trying to breed you he’d be cumming multiple times in one rounds. and so would you. just to make sure <3

changbin - changbin is whipped. he’s so so whipped and within meeting you for 10 minutes, he knew he wanted you to have his baby. when you said you were ready he probably cried, and he’d probably cry during making the baby too. just whining at the feeling of you, imagining you all swollen with him, eyes rolling back into his head, repeating “binnie’s baby, my bunny’s gonna have binnie’s baby…” he’d be going insane tbh. marking up your neck too but still so soft ahhh<3

lost in the feeling, rough:

minho - he’s losing it on mention of you wanting a baby. immediately pinning you down and saying how his “kitty wants some cream, wants to get knocked up”. and you’re babbling, because yeah, you do!! you want minho to knock you up!! he’d definitely love to bounce you on his cock til he’s filling you up nice and full, biting into your shoulder everytime like he’s marking his territory <33 yummy

jisung - bonus points if you’ve never let him go in raw before. the second he’s over the excitement of having a whole baby, a little mini quokka, he’s like “ok so can we do it now..?” LMFAO and you’re like yes. the second he pushes in, sans condom for the first time ever, he’s whining, legs shaking as he tries to keep his cool. “‘m- fuck, ‘s so good, so tight, so wet, gonna blow, my baby, i-“ he’s babbling, head falling onto your shoulder. you just giggle, rubbing his back soothingly as he tries to keep himself from cumming. “you can fill me up, sungie. that’s the point, isn’t it?” and god he’s gone. 5 minutes later he wants to go again deadass

seungmin - oh. my. god. he’d smirk so hard. “you wanna get pregnant? wanna let me fill you up raw?” he’s loving it. fucks you doggy 100%, pulling your hips back into his to try and get even deeper.

tw here for very explicit free use related dirty talk n maybe slight cnc!!

maybe you could do a very kinky scene where seungmin’s telling you you’re good for nothing else than being his cumdump, being a perfect mommy for him. you don’t have to do anything else, just lay there all pretty for him to unload his seed into and make pretty babies.. jesus

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: ot8

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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blinding throwing darts let’s GOOOO “if anybody were to kiss me… i would want that person to be you,” + “you mean— you and me? kissing?” with mr. callsign bob <3 i feel this works but if u think it strikes real well w one of the others do that!!!!

hangman is such an asshole in this LMAO trust i still love him but anyways this prompt is so cute<3 mr. callsign bob is such a sweetie pie i love him | [wc - 1.5k]

The night had been complete shit from the very first moment you stepped through the door into the Hard Deck. As soon as the others saw you arrive, they cheered—and then Coyote’s voice rose above the others, saying loudly: “Hey, come give your lover-boy a smooch!”

Everyone laughed, clapping each other on the chests and shoulders. At first you had laughed too, tilting your head in confusion as you grabbed a beer from Penny and joined the others at the pool table.

“Good to see you,” Phoenix said, giving you a one-armed hug. “We weren’t sure you were going to make it.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Yeah, my schedule freed up. What was that Coyote said?”

At that exact moment, Coyote and Hangman walked up to you, with the prior’s arm thrown proudly over the latter’s shoulder. Before you could get out so much as a ‘hello,’ Coyote jostled his friend and said, “We all heard the news. Congrats, you two!”

You tilted your head again, fixing Hangman with a deathly stare. “What?”

He had the decency to look embarrassed, knocking his knuckles against Coyote’s shirt buttons and saying, “Come on, let’s get back to the game. It’s not a big deal.”

“No!” insisted Coyote, swaying slightly, and you realized suddenly that he was definitely not sober. “No, this is a big deal! y/n over here made it very clear when we all met up—no sleeping with other pilots, that’s what you’d always say. But looks like even you weren’t immune to this one’s charms.” And he gave Hangman another excited shake.

Slowly, the reality of the situation dawned on you. You wanted to scream; you wanted to dump your drink on Hangman; you wanted to break something. But all that came out of you was a small, shaky whisper: “You told them we slept together?”

Hangman’s cheeks colored. “I said we kissed—”

“But we didn’t!” you interrupted. “We’ve never—I wouldn’t—that isn’t—god, Hangman, why would you do that?”

Coyote squinted, glancing between you and his friend. “Wait—what?”

“Oh, my god,” you said, your face burning hot. You felt like you were going to be sick. Everyone was staring at you. But you only had eyes for the man in glasses on the far side of the pool table, who was watching the whole confrontation go down without being able to look at you.

When you said firmly, “We never kissed,” your words were only for Bob. But he didn’t meet your eyes.

Mortified and disgusted, you pushed off of the stool you were sitting on and shoved past Coyote and Hangman, ignoring the way Coyote stumbled and nearly fell, and especially ignoring the way Hangman tried to catch hold of your arm and say your name as you passed. You blinked back angry tears, furious with the whole situation, and threw open the door to the bar, collapsing against the wall outside and burying your head in your arms.

You’d always known Hangman and his buddies talked about you. From your very first day, they’d been making passes at you, and you’d finally loudly and rudely blurted that you didn’t sleep with other pilots. You’d hoped that would make the problem go away, but it had only made it worse. The others had almost taken it as a challenge, just becoming more obvious and flagrant with their flirtations.

But Hangman and Coyote had been your friends, too. You knew that with them at least, the flirting was light-hearted—more of an inside joke than anything serious by now. And you knew Hangman hadn’t meant any malice behind the rumor. He’d probably just gotten drunk and competitive with the guys and blurted out the best thing he could think of.

But the fact of the matter was that you hadn’t made that rule because of your rigid moral fiber. You’d only said it to get Hangman and his friends off your back, because they were getting in between you and the guy you really liked—Bob.

God, you’d had a crush on him pretty much from the moment you’d met him. And he’d seemed to reciprocate at first. And then you’d said that stupid thing about not sleeping with pilots, and Coyote had made it into this big thing, and Bob had pulled away from you.

And now he thought you’d broken that rule with Hangman of all people.

You wanted to scream. You didn’t smoke, but you wanted a cigarette.

From inside the bar, the bell rang, and people cheered. You rubbed your hands across your face, contemplating just calling it a night and heading back to your apartment to bust into the emergency pint of Ben and Jerry’s you’d stashed in your freezer. Then the door next to you opened, and somehow the night got worse.

“Hey,” said Bob, standing in front of you. He still wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“Hi,” you said, your voice raw. You propped your elbow on your knee, resting your cheek on your fist. “Is everyone talking about it?”

Bob hesitated for a moment, thinking. Then he said, “Yeah.”

“God,” you groaned, covering your eyes with your hands. “So embarrassing.”

The sand crunched as Bob stepped closer, putting his back against the wall and sliding down to sit next to you. The knowledge that he thought you’d slept with Hangman ate away at you, but you couldn’t open your mouth. You couldn’t say anything.

Bob finally broke the silence. “Phoenix made him buy everyone a round. Said this was the definition of disrespecting the Navy.”

You barked out a dry, humorless laugh. “I’ll thank her for it later.”

He shifted on the ground, fiddling with his fingers. After a long while, he said in a small voice, “Is it true?”

“No,” you said immediately, turning to make him meet your eyes when you said it. “I swear. I would never—not with him. It’s not true.” You paused. “Does everyone really believe I would?”

Bob looked uncomfortable. He was trying to meet your eyes, but he kept looking away. He shrugged noncommittally, half-nodding. As if it explained everything, he said, “It’s Hangman.”

You sighed again, thudding your head against the wall and staring up at the sky. Puffing up your cheeks, you blew out a big gust of air. You weren’t sure what came over you then. Maybe it was the emotions running high; maybe it was the tears that were begging to be spilled; maybe it was the tightness in your chest. But you heard yourself say, “I haven’t kissed any of them. If anybody were to kiss me… I’d want that person to be you.”

Immediately, embarrassed heat flooded your face. This was different from the heat back in the bar; this was excited, almost nervous. When Bob didn’t say anything, you glanced sideways at him.

His eyes were wide behind his glasses, staring straight forward, and he’d stopped fidgeting. When he realized you were staring at him, he swallowed hard and said quietly, “You mean—you and me? Kissing?”

You laughed again, clapping your hands over your face. “Oh, my god, I’m stupid. I don't know why I said that. I’m sorry. You must think I’m some horny nincompoop who can’t—”

A rough, gentle pair of hands closed around your wrists, pulling them down and away from your face. And before you could say anything else, Bob had pressed his mouth to yours.

You were still for a moment, unsure how to react. How had you gotten here? But then his fingers squeezed one of your wrists softly, and you reached up to cup his face, and you forgot how to think. His lips were soft, and he tasted like—were those peanuts? And when he pressed his tongue to yours, he swallowed the soft groan that you let out in response, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before—kissing you like he could take away every ache and pain anyone ever caused you.

You probably would have been happy to kiss him on the sand outside the Hard Deck for the rest of time, but the front doors swung open loudly, causing both of you to jump. His hands were still around your wrists—and yours around his face—when you both turned to see Payback, Coyote, and Rooster tossing Hangman on his ass in the sand.

Dimly, you realized that people were chanting ‘overboard’ from inside the bar. Coyote mock-saluted his friend, laughing and turning to go back inside. Rooster flipped him the bird, and Payback said, “Try again tomorrow, Jakey.” Then all three of them went back into the bar.

It was Hangman, groaning on the sand, who was the first to notice the way you and Bob were wrapped around each other. He blinked like he couldn’t believe it, and said, “What happened to not sleeping with pilots?”

“He’s not a pilot,” you said.

Hangman groaned, his head falling back and hitting the sand. “How do I say I’m sorry?”

You found yourself smiling and you pushed one hand up into Bob’s hair, carding through his soft locks. “I’m pretty over it, Hangman,” you said, and then you turned and pulled Bob’s mouth back to yours.

Behind you, Hangman groaned again at the sight, but you ignored him. He might be the most annoying idiot you’d ever met, but without him, you wouldn’t be kissing Bob Floyd on the sand outside the Hard Deck as the sky turned dark. And that kind of made it all worth it.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Oh my lord, I just saw a thing on Pinterest that said: Of course I cum fast- I'm a busy man. I have places to be.

And first of all- hysterical. 10 out of 10. This man will not be shamed.

Second of all, of course- Here are the Horror Men I think would abandon you after cumming themselves VS The ones that would never leave you high and dry like that (Indented):

Warnings: Orgasm denial, selfish fucking/loving

(Most of) These men in this post:

Animal The Cannibal: If Manny calls on him I bet he would go 😅 Sorryyyyy.

Billy Loomis: He likes the feeling of you cumming around him too much for that. Don't get me wrong- he is a pretty selfish lover. It's just that, part of his pleasure happens to come from yours.

Bo Sinclair: Nahhhhh. It's not that he's wanting to be kind to you- he just thinks it's a mark of a sissy if he can't get his lover to cum for him. It's for bragging rights.

Bubba Sawyer: Yeahh... sorry Y/N. If one of his brothers call on him he will ALWAYS go.

Candyman: Look, its not always!, so don't get me wrong- Daniel is a good lover. I'm sure he is. But at times he just... doesn't have the time 😅

Captain Spaulding: Sorry doll, he's got like 3 insane middle aged children running about not cleaning up their messes and he's gotta get on that shit XD

Chop Top Sawyer: If you've got his attention, which you certainly do if you're engaging in sex with him, then he's all yours. He's all for you.

Chucky Lee Ray: He's full of bullshit but he is also quite busy so... take this as you will.

Dr Suave: Ain't nothin' gonna keep him from the face you're gonna make sweet thing... (*Cough* Sweet talker)

Drayton Sawyer: GENUINLEY REAL BUSY!! He'd stay if he could!! Don't sulk though, he'll get pissy at you.

Freddy Krueger: Damn, you're waking up! Well- Goodluck!~ (This asshole)

Harper Alexander: This man is Buckman's bitch- he literally pimps himself out for him 😅 So... yeah... Maybe you could talk to Buckman? Ask him not to call on Harper during the hours of 5-8pm On Friday Nights please??? 😆

Inkubus: Not his style.

Jack Dante: It depends on where his head is. It's hard to keep him in one place for long- if he's got his head in the clouds, his show is on, or he's got 'work to do', he'll literally just take care of himself and then fuck off. (If you manage to hold his attention though he WILL go until you fall asleep and then be there waiting when you wake up again. Stamina for days, I swear).

Jason Voorhees: The chances are, if you've gotten Jason to engage in... the act!!... then its gonna be all about you, anyway. He might not want to cum. It's in his nature to take care of the people he loves, anyway. So it's kinda the other way around, here... but voluntarily.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Too sweet. Plus, without a family shooing him this way and that anymore, he's suddenly got so much more time on his hands! Haha.

Jerry Dandridge: If he's sleeping with you his full attention is on you, and very little will have to power to stop it.

Kieran Wilcox: I love the idea that this too-cool-for-school, bastard guy- has really bad stamina (: So (: Yeah (:

Leslie Vernon: This asshole 😅 He's like sorry sweetie, I have preparations to do, *Forehead kiss*, love you so much, see ya! (He's being genuine, too. This is not a line because he's being lazy or selfish- He gets tunnel vision something fierce).

Lester Sinclair: I swear he hates leaving you unfulfilled, he really really hates it, but sometimes he just needs a little something to keep him happy before going to see his brothers and he doesn't have time to take care of you. He will when he gets back!! He promises.

Max Grief: He just wouldn't wanna leave you displeased. He wants to make you happy (:

Mayor Buckman: This one genuinly makes me laugh XD This man, oh my lord. Someone will knock on the door and he'll be OFF- forgetting in his eagerness to be do Town Duties that he first has duties to you goddamnit!-

Mental Manny: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a dick. I'm sorry, but a dick appointment with Manny is just that- an appointment. And like any asshole with an appointment book he will decide once he's got what he wanted out of the transaction that oh, sorry, time is up! He has to go preach to some devotees for an hour. Bye sweetheart!~

Michael Myers: You just know he would. He does not care.

Mickey Altieri: Just not a selfish lover. It's equal with him.

Midnight Man: He might think its a game... 😅

Monty Hewitt: Well fuck, who knows what Hoyt might saw off him if he ignores him this time?? Please believe him when he says he wants to stay though, he really fucking does.

Otis B Driftwood: 'I'll go around back and take control, like I always fucken do'- Otis has clearly got a complex for being the Big Man in Charge, yes. And this is part of the reason he will leave you high and dry... the other part though is him being a DICK.

Patrick Bateman: Like Michael, he doesn't care. You can finish up yourself while he gets his keto dinner started.

Pennywise: I feel like with Penny its marathon sex or it's nothin', so yeah you're gonna cum. Do not fear.

Rocco The Clown: No way in hell will anyone ever tear him away from you. Oh, no. He (And I) would like to see them try.

SHERIFF HOYT: BECAUSE HE'S SHERIFF HOYT. HE IS EXACTLY THAT PINTEREST QUOTE.

Stu Macher: Would also genuinely say that 😅 Will answer every beck and call of Billy's and so thinks he's a very busy man. Call him back though and he probably will listen to you. Sorry Billy.

Stuart Lloyd: Okay- this man has probably not had sex for a LONG time- if ever. So yeah- even the muse gets ignored during that time XDD 😅 He~ is~ desperate (:

DBD The Clown: Sometimes he's too tired, which is understandable I suppose, but the asshole part?? He giggles about it. I mean, after that he coughs because he has not taken care of his body, but first he definetly giggles =_=

DBD The Deathslinger: He ain't as young as he once was- you just gotta give him a moment to breath XD Usually. Sometimes he will just smirk at you and leave, though. Cuz he's an EVIL COWBOY.

The Djinn: Not his style- Part 2.

The Man: He just would =_=

The Taxidermist: Like Stuart he is has been very dry for a very long time and he is NOT about to mess up this chance.

Thomas Hewitt: I would say he's the same as Bubba... but Thomas is a little tougher. Unless Luda Mae tried to call him away... you're good. He'll always finish you off before answering anyone else. (And Luda Mae wants grandbabies too much to pull him away XDD )

Vincent Sinclair: Sex is a whole night with him. He will have planned to have the whole evening and through the night without an interruption, so you don't run into any problems like this ^^

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Nahhhhhhh. He's likin' what's going on here too much. Not even Otis on cocaine with a gun will separate him from you.

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andysorbit · 1 year

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your writing is such a breath of fresh air!

can i please request something with dom/daddy johnny? that man has me in a chokehold . it can be whatever storyline you want thank you 🫶🏾

Yo knock it off before I kiss you 😌

Listen Johnny has a grip on ALL of us. Even if he's not your bias, you're cheating on your bias from time to time because Johnny is just that bitch so let's get down to it

Johnny as a daddy is fun because he's kinda full of himself. He's the kind of guy who knows he's the shit and isn't necessarily an asshole about it. He truly just loves to be revered by you but sometimes, when he's feeling particularly confident, he's more dom than daddy and in those moments, he uses his powers for evil because it's just so much more fun.

As a daddy, he's soft and forgiving. He likes to take his time with you. He loves teasing you, "You wanna stay still for your daddy?" He says as he presses kisses to your inner thighs. You reach down to touch yourself and slaps your hand, "Don't be rude. I wanna enjoy this and I want you to enjoy this too so obviously I don't wanna punish you but you know I will. Be a good girl." He warns you before bringing your hand to his lips to kiss away the sting of his slap. "I'm sorry, daddy." You say softly. "It's okay, sweetie." He replies. He likes being gentle with you. He likes nurturing you and pampering you.

He loves dirty talk whether he's right there with you or via texts or phone calls when he's away. He's definitely the type of daddy to send you videos of himself jerking off at two in the morning with the sound on because he knows he's no less of a man for being verbal about what feels good to him. It also turns him on because he knows how much his voice and his moans turn you on.

When he's with you though, it's amazing. "You wanna feel my dick stretch your pretty pussy out? Huh, baby? You wanna feel me slide in and out of that wet little cunt?" He asks and you nod eagerly because you know he can back up every single dirty thing he says to you. "Yeah, of course you do. Want me to slut you out real nice, baby? Show you how much I love pounding you into this mattress?" He moans as he ruts himself against your pussy. "Please daddy. I need you so bad." You beg him. He smiles, "We have all day. All day... there's no rush, right?" He asks as he strokes your thighs slowly and you agree reluctantly because you don't care about how much time you have- you just need him. He laughs when you reach out for him with needy hands and he dives down to hug you tightly; his body weight pressing down on you just enough to make you feel secure. "Do you know how much daddy loves you?" He whispers as he lines himself up and sinks into you. You squeak and cling to him, "I love you more, daddy." You whimper as he bottoms out. "Impossible. Absolutely Impossible. " He croons as he slowly he fucks you.

Johnny as a dom isn't necessarily an alter ego but just a thing he falls into when he's super into showing how much bigger and stronger he is than you. Johnny is a damn Amazon, okay? He's just big. He likes to start by lifting you up and holding you close, "Is this okay? Are you up for this today, baby girl? If you're not then it's okay, we can play a different game." He says. You wrap legs legs around his waist, "Oh, yes- please!" You say as you feel his bulge press against you. He chuckles and carries you to the bed before setting you down softly, "I can be mean to you today? Rough you up a little?" He asks and gestures for you to remove your clothes. "Of course you can, daddy. I just wanna make you happy." You tell him as you eagerly take your clothes off. He kisses you once more and you know that he's ready.

He wants to humiliate you by making you strip. Keeping you naked while he remains fully clothed. He moves across the room and sits in the chair in the corner. The darkness shines through in his eyes, "Crawl to me." He orders you as he pulls his cock out of his sweatpants. You do as you're told; slowly just the way you know he likes it. Once you're at his feet, you sit back on your heels, hands obediently in your lap and eyes on his just the way you're supposed to. It's normal for most doms to enforce a lack of eye contact but Johnny's different. He loves looking into your eyes. It's not a sign of disrespect for you to keep your eyes on his. In fact, you get punished for doing the opposite. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair to bring you in for a wet kiss before forcing your mouth open and spitting in it. You swallow it and smile, "Thank you, daddy." You whisper. He strokes the head of his cock against your lips, "Suck it, bitch." He orders you.

Thank you for this request! Now Johnny has me in another chokehold 😭

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 1 year

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Won't Leave You Alone

Summary: Y/N is lost without her mom, grief is pulling her under and overwhelming her life. She doesn't want to deal with anything. What can Jensen and Jared do to help?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: TW talk of parental death and grief. Reader has lost her mother. Mentions of depression, anger, and deep grief.

Pairings: No romantic pairing. Jensen Ackles x teen!reader, Jared Padalecki x teen!reader

Word Count: 1,622

A/N: As a follow up to my story, What Do You Say, I had a request from the same follower, asking to do a story about the reader being depressed, not eating, and not being able to work after her mother's death, and how the boys come to help her. I'll keep the reader and their complete request private, but I'm thinking of you, sweetie, and hope this helps at least a little.

A/N 2: As always, this story is about a Jensen (and Jared) from a different part of the multiverse and doesn't reflect anything to do with his real life. This is a complete and utter work of fiction. 😊

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Y/N heard her apartment door open down the hall, but she wasn’t worried. Even though they hadn’t been invited, she knew exactly who was entering her apartment even before they made their way to her bedroom door - the same two people who had been texting her and calling her all day, the only other two people with a key.

Jensen called out to her as he walked down the hallway. “Y/N! Sweetheart, it’s just us. I texted to say we were coming by. Did you get it?”

I got it. Y/N thought sullenly.

“You haven’t texted back today,” Jared’s booming voice was easily identifiable, “we were worried. Why haven’t you texted back?”

Because I want to be left alone.

She could hear one of them knocking gently on her bedroom door, and she hoped they’d leave when they found it empty.

“Y/N?” Jensen said softly and she could hear her bedroom door squeak open. She knew the room would be dark and deserted, she hadn’t slept there in days.

She’d spent every moment of the last week, engulfed in her mom’s big king-sized bed. It had been nearly two months since her mom died, and her scent - a soft, sweet vanilla scent - was starting to fade from Y/N’s life. But her mom’s room had remained untouched, and, as a result, the homey smell still lingered there, in her bedsheets, blankets, and pillows. So Y/N’d made herself a little cocoon out of them, and ensconced herself inside it.

“Shit.” Jensen swore. “She’s not here, Jared. What the fuck?”

She heard the panic in his voice and guilt overrode her annoyance and desperation to avoid the world. She called out from behind the door across the hall.

“I’m in here.”

She said it quietly, half hoping they wouldn’t hear it. But in seconds the door to her mom’s room was opening and the two giants walked in. The apartment was on the small side and the bedrooms reflected that. So the two towering men seemed distinctly out of place in her mom’s smallish, very feminine bedroom. Her mom’s tastes had run along the lines of pastels and pillow shams, and Jensen and Jared, in their plaid and denim, contrasted sharply.

When they finally caught sight of her in the dimly lit room, wrapped up completely in her mom’s blanket she could see the brief relief that spread across their faces, before worry set in again.

“Hey, kiddo.” Jared said quietly, moving to sit beside her on the bed and pull her into a side hug. Jensen sat on the other side of her, facing her, and gave her a soft smile.

“We texted you a bunch of times today, why didn’t you answer?”

Y/N shrugged. She didn’t want to answer, didn’t know how. But she could feel her annoyance bubbling up inside her, as it had been all week.

The boys hadn’t left her alone. All she’d wanted, when she told her agent, Melanie, to tell the show that she needed time off, was to fall off the face of the earth for a while. She just wanted to succumb to the darkness that seemed to permeate her life these days. She was so sick and tired of smiling and performing as though her heart was still beating like normal, as though her world wasn’t shattering around her.

But she hadn’t been able to disappear. She’d had messages and phone calls daily from the boys, and from other castmates and friends. There were lawyers calling her, and Melanie too, all working on her behalf, trying to get her emancipated so she could live on her own and not have to go live with her Auntie Bev in Seattle, or become a ward of the state. She didn’t want to leave Vancouver, and she was nearly 17 years old; it was ridiculous to consider putting her in a foster home for barely a year.

It was all just too much; she was so tired of thinking, tired of trying to figure out the next step, tired of faking normalcy. She needed quiet, rest…she needed nothingness for a while.

And she needed to scream.

She could feel it like a bubble in her chest, could feel the frustrations and fears and overwhelming sadness rising up like air in her lungs.

“Y/N.” Jensen said with a bit of a frown at her prolonged silence. “You have to talk to us.”

Y/N clenched her fists in her mom’s blanket. “There’s nothing to talk about, okay? I’m fine. Sorry I missed your texts, I was just sleeping.”

Jensen gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her and she gritted her teeth. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jared answered. “Y/N, honey, we know you’ve barely been sleeping, you’ve barely been eating too.”

“What?” Y/N asked angrily. “You don’t know that!”

“You’re skin and bones.” Jensen said quietly. “And your face is exhausted and gaunt. Y/N we know you’re struggling.”

Y/N scoffed. “Okay, whatever.”

“What does that mean?” Jensen questioned with a frown.

“It means, I don’t want to talk about this.” Y/N said, in a warningly low tone.

“Y/N -”

“It means leave me the fuck alone!” She screamed. And once the seal on her emotions was broken, they all came spilling out.

“It means I took time off to get the fuck away from everyone, yet you’re all still here, you’re all still demanding answers, and I don’t have any! I don’t know anything, I don’t know where I want to live, or what I want to do about work. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I don’t know if I’ll be back. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t know how I’m doing. I. Have. No. Answers! So, just get out and leave me alone!”

The ensuing silence was pulsing with energy, and echoing with her angry screams. She was panting heavily, like she’d run a marathon, and she felt a slowly dawning embarrassment. Surely Jared and Jensen would leave now, and tell everyone that she’d cracked.

Jensen moved closer and took her face in his big hands. “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t do that, I won’t leave you alone.” He looked at Jared and then back into her eyes. “We won’t leave you alone. We promised, remember?”

A noisy, broken, choked sound came out of Y/N’s throat, and then another. She shook her head harshly. “I’m fucking everything up.” She said, her words jagged and uneven, spit out between ugly sobs. “I’m letting everyone down. The show, Melanie, you, Auntie Bev, everyone. I’m failing.”

Jensen moved forward to hug her from the front and Jared pulled her tighter into his side so that she was in a kind of L-shaped hug sandwich. After a minute or two of letting her sob, Jensen pulled back to brush her tears away with his fingertips, and push her oily hair back behind her ears. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d showered and she suddenly felt gross.

But Jensen pressed his lips to her forehead and Jared kissed the top of her head, clearly not concerned or bothered by her recent abandonment of proper hygiene.

Jensen looked into her eyes again, snaring her attention. “Listen to me, sweetheart. You are not failing. And you are not letting anyone down.”

He took her hands and squeezed them. “People are calling and texting you because they’re worried, and just want to know you’re safe. All we need back is a simple, ‘Bad day, but I’m here.’ or ‘I just need to be alone, I’ll text you later.’ We don’t need you to explain anything to us, or apologize, or make any kind of excuse. We all understand the enormous grief you’re experiencing, and the adjustments you’re dealing with, sweetheart, and we don’t expect anything from you.”

“Exactly.” Jared agreed. “And people are only asking you questions because they want to take care of you, and help you in whatever way they can. But, you can only give us what you’re capable of that day, and that is perfectly okay. And if anyone you talk to ever suggests differently? Well, you just let us know, and WE will deal with them and their attitude.”

Y/N sniffled and nodded. “Okay.” She said gently. “I’m sorry I yelled at you and swore at you.” She said to Jensen and then turned her head to include Jared in her apology. “Both of you.”

But he just shook his head. “No, baby girl, you don’t owe us any apologies.” He smiled his deep-dimpled smile and it made the room a little brighter. “You go ahead and feel free to scream at us anytime you’re frustrated and angry.”

Jensen nodded and banged his chest twice, like an angry gorilla. “Yeah, we’re tough, we can take it.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, though it was a watery one.

Jensen shifted to sit on the other side of her, so that she was tucked up comfortably between them both, warmed by them.

“We’re gonna be here,” Jensen said as he adjusted the pillows behind his back, “no matter what. But we promise that we’ll be more than happy to simply let you cry, or scream, or sleep, or read, or dance to loud music, or watch awful movies, or walk in the park, or lay without moving, or play board games, or talk about your mom, or not talk about anything, or talk about everything.”

The boys squished her tight and she felt their love pressed into her.

“Whatever you need, however you need it…” Jensen told her.

“We’re here.” Jared promised.

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i have come down with a bad chest cough, and last night in my medicine induced haze i was dreaming about matty obviously being on guard about the whole thing but more importantly rubbing that vicks rub on my chest lmao and me being all like 😏 and him being all like 🫠 knock it off go to bed you’re sick (but in a loving concerned way).

oh my god he would be so flustered lol - he's trying his best to look after you (and succeeding!) and you're feeling a bit brighter than you were so you decide to take the piss a little bit. he hands you the tub and you pout like "oh noooooo i'm so weak i don't think i have the energy to lift my arms. what a shame. you'll have to do it for me, baby", and matty literally gulps when you pull the hem of your tank top down and quite literally present your bare tits to him; he's a trooper, though (and let's be real he's not turning down an opportunity to touch you up), so he dutifully rubs the vicks into your chest and tries to ignore your little hums of satisfaction. he sticks to working it into the top of your chest, but you're a little shit and smirk "i think you need to put your hands a bit lower, too, baby" and wink - that's when he shakes his head and smiles like "less of the flirting, miss, you need to get some sleep and get better before we're doing any of that", and you sigh dramatically like "fiiiiiiiine" before smiling at your boyfriend like "thank you for taking care of me. i love you!", and matty kisses your head like "i love you too, sweetheart. and i do like taking care of you, but i would like you to feel better so i can have a kiss, please" lol. sweetie pie <3

#hope u feel better anon!#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks

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Joan Blondell (Footlight Parade, The Public Enemy)—My Pre-code QUEEEEEN. Joan is a large part of why I love 30s movies. She's got such a flair and presence. She's not known for her voice, but her rendition of Remember My Forgotten Man will grab you by the heart. She played a variety of roles, and held her own with major stars like Bette Davis and Hot Vintage Poll icon James Cagney. She was a hardworker, even as Hollywood stopped giving her prime roles, and continued working in film and television up until her death. She's an absolute firecracker, even in her supporting roles I end up focused on her. Also, I just think it's cute that her name (real!) is Blondell.

Hu Die (Sing-Song Girl Red Peony, The Burning of the Red Lotus Temple)—i haven't seen any of her movies but apparently she was China's first "movie queen" in 1933? she was also in the the first Chinese sound movie!

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Joan Blondell:

A pre-code sweetie. Hot, funny and practical.

Criterion retrospective:

Sharp-tongued, sharp-witted, and beautiful - what more could you ask for from a dame of the gangster film/screwball comedy era? (Also, James Cagney would want you to vote for her!)

with her sunny smile and characters tending to exhibit a blend of happy-go-lucky cheerfulness and scrappy toughness, joan blondell is one of the quintessential stars of the pre-code era. she and fellow fast-talking wisecracker james cagney were close friends, having met when they were in a broadway play together in 1929, and made seven movies together that ran the gamut from gangster pictures to comedies to musicals.

She's absolutely hilarious and I love her

She's the wisecracking blonde who has been around the block and knows the score, but just look at those big blue eyes gazing at Jimmy Cagney as she burns the midnight oil to help him achieve his dreams and picks him up when he gets buffeted by life

Smart, snarky, and so sexy!

My Forgotten Man is one of the most haunting depictions of the consequences of WWI that I’ve ever seen, knocked out of the park by Joan Blondell’s performance. In one song number it traces sending the boys off to war, bringing them back to die in the streets maimed, drunk, and full of PTSD, then leaving them to starve in the Depression, framed by the suffering of the women who loved them. Holy shit? This is a musical number? They fucking produced this barnburner in a mainstream musical?

My Forgotten Man, in two parts:

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Hu Die:

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thinkingaboutlifefornow · 18 days

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The brave little ghost

Bucky x reader

Chapter 8

Warnings - swearing, mention of violence

(( I know this may feel slow for those waiting for the Bucky parts, but I feel like I need to build certain things up first. If you’re enjoying this please give the post some love 😊 ))

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You did eventually leave the shower. You got yourself dressed, your go to clothes at the moment was an over sized jumper of any kind, leggings and some mid calf length socks pulled up over the leggings. You’d been at the compound for around a month now. You felt more comfortable around the people there now, but sometimes you felt out of touch with the conversations going on around you. They would bring up old stories that you should remember, but your brain had been scrambled so often it was hard to piece the puzzles together.

You walked out of your room, down the hall to the main living area and through to the open plan kitchen. You were met with Tony sat at the table drinking coffee and reading articles on the holograms in front of him. He suddenly clicked it off, but not before you caught a glimpse of a masked man and long brown hair. You recognise him anywhere, it’s Winter.

“Morning Sweetie” He quickly greeted you, you smiled at him. You knew he was your dad but your brain still wouldn’t let you relax totally into the father daughter ways. It still felt like you had only just met a stranger.

“Hey Tony, what cha reading?” You asked with a smiley tone, while walking over to counter to pour yourself some coffee.

“Just some files work sent me” he tried to hide his flustered tone.

“Uh hu” you nodded, you didn’t take the conversation any further. Your feelings about Winter were rocky, on one hand he would protect you sometimes and the closest thing you had to a friend while in HYDRA. On the other hand he was as much a killer as you were.

“So therapy starts for you today” he said pointing at you with a click from his fingers at the same time.

“Ah yes, therapy… fixing everyone except for Tony Stark” you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m sure there are things you went through in there that you need to talk about, and I’m not getting doctor therapy for dead parents… that’s what retail therapy is for” he smiled at you like only a billionaire could.

“I’ll remind myself of that one day.” You said walking off back to your room.

……

A knock at the door made you get up from your sofa, walking cautiously to the door.

“Who is it?” You said with a tone of warning.

“It’s Bruce, can you let me in?” He asked softly

You opened the door, he stood there in a button up shirt and brown pants. You were confused for a moment before realising you must have been late for your first therapy session.

“Oh shit therapy!” You went to run out of your room to make your way to the hospital part of the building. “Thank you for coming to get me, JARVIS can you let the therapist know I’m running a little late” but Bruce didn’t move out of the way.

“Y/n, I thought we could do our therapy sessions in your own room. Maybe you’d feel more comfortable opening up” he said calmly

“Oh you’re having therapy too? In my room? That’s a little weird but um…” you were so confused, but he cut you off with a small laugh.

“No, Tony thought you might be more comfortable speaking to someone you know. I’m not a real therapist, but I guess the main thing of therapy is getting it all out of your head” he held his hand out back towards you room, inviting you to turn around and go back inside.

You turned round, walking back to sit down on the couch and bringing your legs up to sit criss cross. Bruce shut the door behind himself and came to sit on the opposite end.

“So, what’s the first thing in your mind right now?” He asked.

……

“So that’s when I stabbed him in the head” you spoke quietly.

“And how did you feel in that moment?” Bruce asked, he’d been so calm through the whole session. You really started to trust him. You were telling him about your first mission.

“I felt like a robot, but that’s when the emotions started to slip in,” You confessed “I was proud for completing my mission, but I’d just killed someone.” You took a breathe. “I guess now I feel guilty, I shouldn’t have felt pride. My god I knew nothing about these people and I took away their future” tears started to build in your eyes.

He took your hand, which took you a little by surprise.

“You felt pride because that’s how they programmed you.” He was sincere with his words “but you feel guilty now because of who you actually are”

“I was a killing machine” the tears spilled over the edge, running down your cheeks.

“Machine is the key word there, that’s not who you are. That’s the brain washing” he squeezed you hands and something clicked in your brain.

…..

You were crying, you had just broken up with your latest partner. You didn’t want to tell your dad just yet, he would have flown out in one of his suits and blasted the poor boy dead. You went to find Bruce, and he held you as you cried before squeezing your hands and asking “so what flavour ice cream are we getting” with a small smile.

“You’re the best, Uncle Bruce” you smiled at him.

…..

“Thanks Uncle Bruce” the words slipped out of your mouth so easily before you even thought about them, you looked up at him through your tear soaked lashes.

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Turning a Harringrove Cowboy/Farm AU I wrote A LONGGGG time ago into an actual multi part/chapter fic, so here's the first part, enjoy!

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It was the spring of '84 when Steve Harrington first decided he hated Billy Hargrove with every damn bone in his body.

The beginning of that spring had been particularly rough in many ways.

Steve's second senior year of high school was going quite a ways away from great, it seemed like no matter what his old man was pissed off about something or another, the calving season had only just started and it was going straight to shit. Oh, and on top of that, it was hotter than a witches tit outside, a record high in southern Indiana that year, great.

"Gah lee," Steve huffed as he fell flat on his rear, wiping the sweat off his forehead, with the part of his arm that wasn't covered in cow crap and god knows what, "That 'as one big son 've a bitch." The force of his collapse knocked his Stetson hat clean off, but he was quick to recover the rather expensive item he’d received for Christmas not too long ago.

He slowly collected himself, pushing the medium tan leather down upon his dark, messy waves. He couldn’t help but blink his eyes a few times as he practically panted like a dog to will any form of cold into his body, "Yeah, 'll least this one's livin'," his dad remarked, and he couldn't disagree with that. Seemed like they'd had more still born calves than live ones this season.

" 'Ts only March, we've got a few months," The teen reminded, manifesting at least a shred of hope for the coming weeks. It wasn't that they didn't have calves other times of the year, they were just few and far between. Now was the time when they started raising a good sized herd to sell of at the beginning of next spring to support them most of the year round, besides the practical penny change they made selling their cows milk local, "Good job, mama," he praised the brown and white blotched animal next to him, already akin to new motherhood, licking her almost identical oversized calf like she knew nothing else.

Steve willed himself up off the ground onto shaky knees, this day had been one of his longest in a while. School on top of all the heifers seeming to want to calf at the exact same time. But as he looked past their property line, out into the marvelous bubblegum pink and creamsicle sunset, he found some sliver of peace.

Only the voice of his father snapped him out of his blissful moment of zoning out, seemed like he was doing a lot more of that lately "You best go wash up 'fer dinner, you know your ma ain't gon' have you at the table lookin' that way." He was right and Steve knew it, but he couldn't lie, a hot shower did sound pleasant on his aching joints.

He gave a quick "Yes sir," ending what was probably the tamest conversation they'd had in weeks, before making the short, yet long trek back to their homestead. He could see the lights on in the kitchen and living room, and as he got closer he came upon the silhouette of his mother washing her hands in the kitchen sink in the small window next to their side door.

He trotted up the last few stairs, smiling as he walked through the door to someone just as happy to greet him, "Well, look what the hot mess express brought in, my word sweetie," she said with no real malice, grinning at him like he was her pride and joy, which he was.

"Hi mama," he replied plainly, chuckling softly as she came over and pulled his nearly six foot frame down to her 5 '2 height for a kiss on the side of his head.

His chuckle turned into a full chested laugh when she made a fake gag of disgust, "You smell just 'bout right rank, son. You sure the heifers weren't the ones hackin' it up at your stink?" she teased and Steve just shook his head.

"Had my arm so far up one of 'em I'm prolly 'bout half cow any how," The brunette boy mimicked the struggle sticking his arm up the back end of a cow, to which Annette Harrington grimaced, "That's why I let you boys do your thing and I do mine," she gestured to the kitchen, which is what first alerted Steve to the smell of freshly made chicken pot pie sitting ready on the ceramic countertop.

His eyes immediately lit up with pure delight, like a kid on Christmas morning, except he was nineteen and to some sad extent pot pie was the highlight of his week, “Mama you didn’t!” he exclaimed, about to go in for a big hug before remembering what he was covered in.

Mrs. Harrington just shook her head, “Alright, go get cleaned up, the pie ain’t gon’ grow legs.” Within an instant Steve was racing off to his bedroom to grab a pair of pajamas and then to his bathroom to shower.

And to say he was right would have been an understatement. Steve swore the hot stream of water that cascaded down his spine sent him into seventh heaven, easing out his jammed knee and stiff elbow with ease.

He enjoyed his escape for about as long as the hot water lasted, a mere few minutes, but that was long enough for him. When he stepped out of the shower he shook his hair out like a wet dog, letting the towel he scrubbed his head with next catch the excess. Shortly after, he grabbed the comb up next to his sink, swiping the steam off the mirror to give his unruly mop a good brush through before quickly throwing on the pajamas he had grabbed prior.

Steve practically burst through the bathroom door, following the promising scent of dinner, blatantly stopping in his tracks when he found something that was definitely not chicken pot pie.

“Oh, Steven,” Oh boy, “We have someone we’d like ‘fer you to meet.” The smile on his moms face was sickeningly different from that she had on when welcoming him in from his chores. A lot less genuine and a lot more plastic, but still warm in the way it always was, it was just her nature.

Steve didn’t say anything for a few seconds, taking in the atmosphere, his parents, that boy. He would be lying if he said the golden-haired figure standing between his folks didn’t look straight out of one of the magazines he’d seen the few times they went into the city.

Striking icy blue eyes, rimmed with lashes that damn near put any woman’s to shame. Thick brows somehow shaped to perfection, lain a top skin so perfectly sun kissed and freckled with intent. Steve had to force himself to shake these thoughts, knowing how damn stupid he must have looked gawking like an idiot. But that didn’t push away the confusion he felt as his heart seemed to pick up at the statuesque mystery man standing before him.

“If they’d ‘a told me we were having’ company I would’ve thought to dress a ‘lil nicer ‘n this,” he remarked, cheeks burning a bit with embarrassment, feeling almost stark naked in his pajama pants and plain white t-shirt. He huffed out a short breath when the guy in front of him gave him a rather unconvincing pity laugh, parents following suit, “Ain’t no skin off my back, ‘m sure we’ll see each other in worse,” the radiant boy replied, once again leaving Steve baffled, but maybe that’s just what he did.

“Names Billy by the way, Billy Hargrove” the boy- Billy extended his hand for Steve to take and he did, taking the few steps forward to give his hand a proper shake before returning the favor, “Steve Harrington, pleasure’s mine,” he replied simply with a short nod of his head.

His father seemed pleased enough by this interaction, though Steve could never really tell, he always had this sort of stone cold thing going on.

There was a beat of somewhat awkward silence before Annette interjected, “How about some homemade pot pie?” she offered, with a prompt clap of her hands, sending her boys and their guest to the dinner table. Normally Steve would have been beaming, ready to talk and talk and talk about anything and everything under the sun, but suddenly he wasn’t exactly in the mood.

“Well, Billy we really are glad to have ya here,” Mr. Harrington continued in the tone he only used around guests or, really, people he was trying to impress. The sickeningly sweet, layered on false happiness and enthusiasm that made Steve’s stomach hurt, “Yeah, ‘ll y’know my old man’s been rearin’ to get me out of the house since the second I stepped foot outta school,” Hm, so he was older, “Since I graduated early ‘n all, couldn’t happen fast ‘nough.” The lanky boy nearly spit out his water, choking in an awkward way to where it came halfway up his nose and made his eyes water.

Steve coughed it out a bit before bringing his napkin up to his face, watery eyes of shame blinking themselves dry, “Y’ alright there cowboy?” Cowboy, Steve looked up at the smirk on the other boy’s face and had to hold back a sneer. The last thing he needed tonight was to get into it with his dad while they had company over.

“ ‘M fine, thanks,” he mumbled, feeling the short- lived rage in his stomach settle when his mother brought the meal over just in time, “Shall we?” she chimed in a sing-song tone, that wasn’t anything like his fathers, hers was genuine. Because if there was one thing about Annette Harrington, she didn’t have a mean bone in her body for anyone, unless they messed with her family.

Steve tuned out the prayer, forehead pressed solidly against his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were about ghostly white. He was just wondering when this Billy guy was going to leave so this night could be over. But of course, just when the brunette thought the topic might change, of course, even after the prayer, his father, John, had to dwell.

“I’ll say that’s right impressive, y’know Steve here’s held back a year, he’s ‘sposed to have graduated by now, but,” Mr. Harrington shrugged as he dug into his dinner. His son sat there halfway gobsmacked, halfway offended, but he should’ve expected such.

Steve scoffed, “Only ‘cus you got me doin’ half your work every day. I barely got time for anythin’ else,” he mumbled under his breath just loud enough for the table to hear as he stared down at his mashed potatoes. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his fathers eyes boring into his skull like laser beams.

Steve’s mom just looked at him with a disappointed expression, but didn’t interject because she knew good and well it was true, “ ‘F that’s whatcha really think ‘n you’ll be happy to hear you won’t have to do it no more.” Steve’s eyebrows practically shot up his forehead and through his hairline.

What the hell was he talkin’ ‘bout?

“Huh?” Was all he could manage before his dad excitedly cut off whatever he was planning to say next, “Well what else do you think we got Billy here for, looks?” This gave everyone but Steve a good laugh, he didn’t see any reason to be laughing right now.

“ ‘N just what ‘o you mean by that?” He was so blinded by anger that he couldn’t even think about eating the pot pie his sweet mother had made, but he’d get over that guilt. He couldn’t say the same for the fury burning deep within him. He looked over at Billy who looked smug as ever, chewing on a bit of his food, sneaky eyes peeking out of the rim of his rather ratty looking Resistol. Oh what he would give right now to punch that smug look right off that pretty boy face.

John Harrington gave Steve the look, his signature look that said ‘I dare you to go testin’ me, boy’ and if there was ever a time for that it would be now, “Steve, you’ve been slacking lately ‘n we both know it, son.” Steve went to open his mouth but got cut off, again, “ ‘N I figured having Billy stay here ‘n work with me ‘d give you the time off to do sumn else. Like helpin’ your mom ‘round the house, you did always seem… better suited for those things.”

This couldn’t be fuckin’ for real, “John-,” his mom tried to scold.

There’s no way his dad just basically called him a sissy, not after-

“I had my hand up a cow’s ass ‘fer you today, ‘n then you’re gonna go sayin’ that- that bullshit?” Steve burst, knowing he would no doubt have to pay for these words later. He felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes, not from guilt, not from shame, but of pure, unfiltered rage. But what really put salt in the wound was looking over at Billy, whose subtle smirk had far faltered, turning into something more innocent, more regretful. Like this wasn’t all his own damn fault in the first place.

Everything’s so unfair, this is so unfair. Not only did he feel hurt, but he felt embarrassed, having his dad say those things about him, basically calling him a sissy, in front of his own mother.

“Steven-” he heard his father try to reprimand, but Steve refused to take it. Instead, he stood up abruptly, the straightening of his knees sent his chair flying backwards against the wall. He would have cringed at the sound if he weren’t so genuinely pissed.

He was able to hold the tears in until he turned around, then it was like the dam just… burst. He felt a whine work its way up his throat, but he willed it back down, swallowing what last bit of pride he had left down with it.

Could a sissy do that? Maybe Steve didn’t want the answer to that.

He didn’t know what was going on, he’d never felt this was, this upset, this angry. He didn’t understand. He practically glid to his room, socked feet moving so fast he wasn’t sure whether or not he was actually taking real steps. And, frankly, he didn’t care, just wanted to be away.

When he made it to his room, he closed his door behind him and flopped down onto his bed, stomach down, choking on his own hushed sobs. It made him feel like a child again, pathetic, small, lonely. He turned on his side and curled in on himself a bit, clinging on to whatever little bit of comfort he could.

Through wallowing in his own self pity, he barely heard the faint mewl coming from behind him. He just groaned, hoping maybe if he ignored it long enough it, or rather she, would go away.

“Meooowww.” He should’ve known better, it was his fault for locking her in there with him anyways.

“Oh, Ginger,” he sighed, stuffy nose making him sound all nasally. And it was as if that was the permission the rather plump orange tabby needed to jump up on top of him like he was her human pillow, “Cain’t a man even have a few seconds alone.” To that, of course, she meowed at him in protest, ever the chatterbox.

Steve quickly accepted his defeat to the tubby cat when she somehow still gracefully jumped off his ribs and onto the empty spot in bed next to him. The pale light of bright stars shining through his window, reflecting off of Ginger’s big round saucer eyes were the only thing giving his room any light. But it didn’t matter because soon after he shut his own eyes, focusing on the purring of the seemingly content cat next to him, half wishing to disappear, half wishing to go back out there and beat Billy to a pulp. Even if only for existing.

Billy, stupid Billy and his stupid white teeth and his stupid pretty eyes and his stupid everything.

Fuck this dinner, fuck this day, and most importantly fuck Billy Hargrove.

#Harringrove #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Accidentally posted this last night when it wasn't ready so here we go again LMAO #Cowboy AU #Farm AU #Whatever you wanna call itWFJIKIWF

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