random shitty fics

Miller x Reader - bar night

"well, well, well. if it isn't y/l/n. i haven't seen you in years!" he says. you haven't seen Miller since highschool, so seeing him at the bar was definitely a shock. i've seen him all over the internet, between his show, people commenting on him and his agonizingly annoying tweets. you hate his politics but he's just so intriguing.

"Miller! hey man! what have you been up to?" you say. you genuinely where interested. he was a lot taller now, and he had nice muscles. but the funny thing is, is that he looks like your basic millennial when he's always disowning his own generation. his voice is still slightly monotone with a thick Long Island accent.

"You know what i've been up to. just politics. you still a dirty commie?" he knows your a socialist

"Yeah, i'm still a dirty commie." you said pretend to be ashamed, but he knew you where just joking.

"And i'm still your favorite righty-right!?" you two where always debating eachother - mostly in good faith. but at the end of the day, you guys where still super close and always had an inside joke that he was your favorite conservative.

"of course you are!" you say as he gives you a half-smile smirk with his dark brown eyes glistening in the dim shot-to-hell bar lights.

you smirk at him back. but this time it was different. you knew his motives.

you guys blushed awkwardly as he did when he asked you to the dance in junior year. then your song comes on. dancing in the dark by bruce springsteen. you blush again but this time your body if filled with joy and nostalgia from the dance

"a dance m'lady?" he says with a joking smile on his face.

"well why not my dearest lad." you said in a preppy british voice. you guys danced like freaks for what felt like forever. after you guys where done, you walked outside of the bar but didn't say much while you guys where out. Miller broke the silence with an "uhm". you looked over at him as he was looking down in an shameful yet awkward position.

"do you remember when i cheate-"
ugh.
the question you loathe
"yeah, i do." you say almost reflexively and try to dismiss it with a "but it's fine, that was years ago".

"no it's not. i think about it constantly and it's always heavy on my mind. i just wanted to say that i'm genuinely sorry and i know it was rough for you." he said as his head hung low his hair draping over his face and his his muscular hands pushing it back.

"miller i'm serious, it's fin-" you say, but you get cut off with a kiss; one that is comfortably familiar.

he looks at you and holds your head for a minute.

"wanna finish what we started under the staircase at the dance?" he says in his flirty-jock voice.

"well why not?!"