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Touch Me

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 3 of the TOUCH series

Summary: After the previous night, you make the decision to push yourself even further with your sexuality, or lack thereof. The only problem is, you want to ask Steve to help you. Would he be willing to help, or push you away?

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, outercourse/Dry humping, cursing

A/N: Thank you all SO MUCH for all the wonderful, positive reactions to this series. You guys are all amazing, thank you for waiting patiently. ALSO. A lot of you guys requesting to be tagged arent showing up, so some people got removed from the taglist. Also, apparently there is a limit so the taglist is closed. I wish I could tag every single one of you guys bc you are all amazing! 🥺

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Part 1 Part 2

Even though it had only been a day or so since you last saw Steve, you were anxious to see him. Not in a ‘I miss you’ sort of way, but more of a ‘I have something important to ask you’ way. Okay, maybe you did miss him a little. He was your friend, after all. But you didn’t miss him in that way.

You decided to call in for work, begging Robin to switch hours with you and throwing in a lunch date so that you would be able to have more time to properly think this over. You weren’t exactly sure what the right way to ask Steve if he would be the first person you had sex with.

Should you give a presentation with pros and cons? No, he definitely would fall asleep in the middle of it.

Should you try to… seduce him? That… could work. But, no. You couldn’t do that.

In the end, you decided that just meeting with and asking him in person was probably the smartest way to do it. If he told you no, then that would still be okay. You could both move on, and maybe you could even find someone else who would be willing to have sex with you.

But… there was also a part of you that was confident he would agree. He did help you feel good that first night– he literally encouraged you and held you close while reaching your first ever orgasm. Not only that, but he even told you it was okay to pleasure yourself while laying in bed next to him while he did the same for himself. After both of these events, he didn’t once make you feel ashamed or kick you out. He really acted as if what the two of you did was a common occurrence.

Picking up the phone, you dial the number for Family Video, praying that Keith doesn’t answer the phone. The last thing you needed when you were trying to talk to Steve was to hear Keith’s monotone voice on the other end, questioning you as to why you switched with Robin. When the line on the other end picks up, you hold your breath for a moment.

“Thank you for calling Family Video, this is Steve speaking–”

“Steve, it’s me,” you answer quickly, thankful that he was the one who answered. That meant you could have a quick phone call with him.

“Hey, babe. Robin told me you switched shifts with her. You alright? You’re not sick or anything, are you?”

His concern touched you. Steve was a wonderful friend, truly. That’s why part of you was hesitant to ask him in the first place. You were worried about what Steve would think if you did ask him to have sex with you. Was losing your virginity truly worth more than losing him? Steve was special to you. There was no way you were going to risk that. Which was why you needed to be smart about the choice you were making.

“No, no. Nothing like that. I’m fine, just… needed some time to think.”

“About?” He muses. In your head, you could picture Steve leaning across the counter, holding the phone with his shoulder as he talks with you.

“Umm… just stuff. Anyways, could you maybe come over after your shift? My parents are still gone and I thought we could… hang out.”

“Yeah, sure– hold on. No- No, I’m talking with–” The line on the other end soon sounds muffled, as if Steve was covering the end of the phone. There is a sudden shuffle, and you furrow your brows.

“Damn it, Robin!” You hear Steve in the background.

“Hey!” Robin’s voice soon fills your ear. “Not to be, like, rude or anything– actually, scratch that. I don’t care. But, Steve actually needs to do his own job himself because I am not stacking those videos for him.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes. “I was just about done talking with him, anyways.”

“Yeah, mmhm. We both know that you guys could spend hours on the phone together.”

You smile, lying back on your bed. It was true, you have definitely spent an ungodly amount of time on the phone with him. It was so easy to talk to Steve, even when you were both just bullshitting.

“Could you just… tell him to meet me at my house if he didn’t hear me ask?”

“Sure. I’ll tell him. Oh, shit– Keith is coming. Bye!”

Before you could reply, Robin hangs up and the line goes dead. Sighing, you put your phone back on the receiver, and stare up at the ceiling. It would be another four hours or so until Steve got off, so you had plenty of time to prepare for his visit.

The only thing you hoped for was that your relationship with Steve wouldn’t be at risk by asking him this.

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Okay, okay… relax, you pace the floor of your bedroom, waiting for Steve to show up. You were nervous–completely fucking nervous. It wasn’t too late to just call Steve and tell him to stay home, was it? You still had time to just call and tell him you were suddenly feeling sick, that he was right all along when he asked if you were. The sound of your doorbell ringing told you otherwise. There was no turning back from this, now.

Breathing out, you head to the front door, plastering a smile on your face as you open the door.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“Hey, you,” he strolls into your house, looking around before turning on his heel back to you. “Missed you at work. You said you wanted to talk to me about something?”

Straight to the point, of course. Steve looks down at you and you really wished he didn’t. His features were soft, his brown eyes gazing as he waited patiently for you to respond. Why was your throat feeling dry suddenly?

“Yeah, um… let’s go to my room.”

Steve shrugs, following behind you as you both climb up the stairs. You swear that your heart was going to fall right out of you the closer you got to your bedroom. With each step, you realized that there truly was no retreat. Was this such a good idea after all?

As the both of you walk into your room, you breathe out as you turn to him. “Okay… maybe you should sit down for this, Steve.”

“Jeez, you’re not dying, are you?” He asks as you motion for him to sit on your bed. He does so, and leans back on his hands as he looks up at you. His eyes held a slightly concerned gaze, which was almost masked by the quirk at the corner of his mouth. “Because I would be truly devastated if that was happening, sweetheart.”

“No, no… this isn’t anything like that. Just… okay.”

Steve watches as you begin to pace back and forth in front of him, avoiding his gaze. He tilts his head to the side.

“As entertaining as this is, the suspense is killing me. Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“Yes, yes, I’m just…” you stop yourself, inhaling and then slowly exhaling as you turn to him. “Okay. Before I start, I want you to know that what I’m about to ask you may… Well, I just don’t want you to freak out or anything. Also… you are free to tell me no to any of this. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Now I am really interested in where this conversation is going.” He leans forward, his elbows on his knees.

“I’m being serious here, Steve. Tell me no when you are absolutely sure you don’t want to do any of what I am asking.”

“Okay, okay—“

“And just know that our friendship is more important than any of what I ask you and I would rather—“

“Babe, I get it. You don’t have to worry about losing me because that could never happen. Seriously. I’m all ears.”

You don’t have to worry about losing me because that could never happen. God, why did Steve have to make this even more nerve wracking with that simple statement? It was really hard to believe that when he hadn’t even heard what you had to ask him yet.

Exhaling, you press your lips together before you move to sit next to him. You can feel Steve’s gaze on you, as you try to look anywhere but him at the moment. Just spit it out, you close your eyes. Why couldn’t you just say it? It was supposed to go smoothly– Steve was so easy to talk to and yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to say one damn word, let alone look at him.

Steve says your name softly, and you finally bring yourself to open your eyes as you gaze upon him. Why did he have to look at you like that? As if there wasn’t anything in the world you could tell him that would push him away. You could hardly collect your thoughts the longer he stared at you. What were you asking him again?

Blinking, you clear your throat as you shake your head slightly. “Sorry, lost in thought. Um… okay. So, you know how I am… well, I’m not as experienced when it comes to sex as… you are.”

Steve’s expression tells you that this was not at all where he thought the conversation was going to go. He blinks, before straightening up, and you take this moment to continue.

“Anyways… yeah. We both know that I am not as experienced as, well… you. Or a lot of people for that matter. I mean… the only thing sexually I have done, you have been present for both occasions. So, I just… I wanted to ask you if maybe… you could teach me more?”

Steve’s gaze is serious now– as if he is taking every word you said to him and trying to see if you are either being serious or playing a trick on him. After a minute of processing, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“When you say ‘teach you more’, do you mean…”

“I mean have sex with me. Teach me how to have sex and how to do other things.”

“Right. Got it, yeah. Just checking.” He pats his hands on his thighs once before pushing himself to his feet. It’s his turn to pace your room, and you watch until he finally turns towards you. “Jesus, okay. Let me get this straight. You want me to have sex with you and to teach you how to do other things, right? That’s what I got from this?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Like a friends with benefits kind of shit?“

“…Yes.”

“Why? I mean… Why me? Why are you asking me?”

Because I want to make sure that these feelings I have are only lust from not having much experience and wanting more, you think. I want to make sure that the only reason I have been thinking about you every second of the day since that first night is because it was you who helped me. Because I want to make sure and if it were anyone else I probably would be doing the same thing I am now.

“...Because I trust you, Steve.” You answer softly. “I mean… I trusted you the other two times when I… yeah. You were there and I just felt really comfortable with you. And the obvious being that you’re my best friend, Steve. Why wouldn’t I ask you?”

Steve nods and leans against your dresser, crossing his arms. “Right, okay.”

“Look, I know how this all sounds,” you stand up, pacing the room again. “You must think I’m crazy. Maybe I am crazy? I just thought maybe you could help me out like the other two times because you did in fact help me. I don’t think I would have ever done what we did if it wasn’t for you. I know friends don’t ask other friends to do this, but I–”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Steve’s comment as you stop in place and look over at him. He gives an indifferent look, his shoulders relaxed as he stares back at you, now gripping the edge of your dresser. Did you actually hear him right or did you imagine it?

“I… what?”

“I said I’ll do it. I’ll be the first person you have sex with,” he shrugs, unbothered.

“Oh, uh…” you actually weren’t prepared for that answer at all. You were sure that Steve would’ve let you down gently and suggest that it was a bad idea. “Are you- are you sure? I mean… you can say no. If you think it’s a bad idea, then you can definitely say no.”

“I know I can say no. I just don’t want to.”

“But… why?”

“You’re asking for my help, sweetheart. Can’t just turn you down, can I? What kind of friend would that make me?”

“I would’ve understood if you said no. I mean, I don’t want to make this weird between us.”

“Why would it make things weird? You said it yourself, you trusted me. Right?”

Responding with a nod, you look over at Steve. “Yes. I trust you.”

“Okay, then.”

“...Are you sure about this? I mean, I think it’s asking a lot–”

“Honey, I promise you that my answer won’t change. I’m honored, actually, that you trust me to be the first person you have sex with. I feel as if I’ve hit the fuckin’ jackpot or some shit,” he places a hand over his heart, giving a playful smile.

Feeling a small sense of relief, you begin to relax a bit more. Now that the hard part is over, you feel as if the rest of this conversation could go a bit easier.

“Okay. Okay, cool. Thanks for agreeing to help me.”

“Of course, babe. You just tell me when–”

“Actually, there were a few things that I really wanted to focus on. Like a list of things I want to do when, you know… you teach me.”

“Okay, like what?”

“Like… I mean, obviously having sex. But also… like how to pleasure you– I mean, how to pleasure any man I guess.”

“...Like hand jobs and blow jobs?”

“Yes, exactly. I do want to try those. With you.”

Steve turns away to scratch his neck, but you don’t miss the blush that creeps up along his skin to his cheeks. “Alright, um.. Anything else you want to do? Or don’t want to? I’m letting you call the shots. It’s your choice, all I want is for you to feel safe and comfortable with me.”

“Right. Thank you, Stevie. I really appreciate that,” you smile softly. Steve really was the best person to ask for this. Never, in all the years of knowing him, did he ever make you feel uncomfortable. But the fact that he wanted to make you feel comfortable with all this made your chest warm.

“So? Anything you don’t want to do?”

“Um… maybe we can figure that part out later on when we actually do stuff. But… I do think there should be some other rules we set between us.”

“...Rules.” Steve repeats, giving you a fixed look.

“Yes. I mean, I think that rules should be in place just so that we don’t make things complicated for the both of us.”

“Okay, fine. What type of rules are we talking about?”

“Well, I mean… obviously no one can know about this. We should keep this between us. Not even Robin should know about this.”

“Right, sure. Anything else?”

“And… I don’t really think that there should be any cuddling after sex. I feel like we should just do it and be done with it. And definitely no kissing. At all.”

You thought long and hard on this rule. It only made sense, kissing led to feelings and feelings led to complications– the whole point of this was to determine that your feelings for Steve were nothing more than sexual desire. You had kissed others before, and while you never developed feelings for them, this was different. If you were to kiss him… it could ruin things between you.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about kissing Steve. Even before this, you may have had a stray thought or two at the idea of kissing him. Hell, you literally came to the fantasy of Steve kissing you everywhere not too long ago. Of course, you never would act on that if it meant losing him.

“I’m sorry. You said no kissing?”

When you glance over at Steve, you’re somewhat confused at the expression on his face. Steve stares at you as though his bullshit meter was going off in the red zone. You weren’t sure why, though. It was a sensible rule, wasn’t it? Steve didn’t want to kiss you, did he?

“Well, yeah. I mean… it only makes sense–”

“It’s a shit rule, is what it is.”

“Excuse me?”

“Look, babe,” he pushes off of the dresser, walking towards you. “I’m just stating the facts. You’re no kissing rule is bullshit.”

“Steve–”

“I mean, you can’t really expect to feel good during sex when you don’t do this shit leading up to it. Kissing and foreplay–” he snaps both sets of fingers on each hand. “those are probably the best parts about having sex. Those are the first steps leading up to having a good fuckin’ time in bed.”

“So, what? You’re saying you do want to kiss me?”

“I’m saying that you asked for me to help you with having sex and teaching you different things. Kissing is a very important step that leads into that.”

You sigh, looking away from him. “Steve–”

“You said you trusted me, right?” He takes your hand, and you let him. “Trust me with this. Let me show you. Please?”

What he says has you quickly turning your gaze back to him. He only stares back down at you, a soft look dawning his face as he does so. You don’t mean to, but your eyes move to his lips and they just looked so soft.

“Are… are you asking to kiss me, Steve?” You whisper, meeting his eyes with your own.

“I’m asking you to let me show you that kissing and foreplay can feel just as good as actually fucking.”

You should say no. You should tell him that you were going to stick to your rules, and that the kissing would only make things more difficult. But you don’t.

Instead, you stare up at him, completely taken aback by the way he looks down at you. He waits patiently for your answer, doesn’t push or pry at what is going on inside your head. It’s quiet, but your room isn’t filled with any sense of awkwardness– it’s almost a serene type of quiet, one that you realize you would never fully enjoy with anyone else other than Steve.

“...Okay,” your voice comes out in a small breath.

Steve licks his lips and he takes a step closer to you, your hand still in his. He scans your face as if searching for any hint of uncertainty, where you realize in that moment you have none. You don’t feel the need to pull away as he cups your cheek with his other hand. You don’t feel the need to step back and change your mind about the whole situation as he starts to lean in. In fact, it was the complete opposite.

You wanted Steve to kiss you.

“Is this okay?” His breath fans against your lips as his words come out in a small whisper, and you find yourself only nodding in response.

The anticipation slowly takes a toll on you. You hope that Steve can’t hear the way your heart races in your chest. You’re not even sure if time is slowing or that Steve is actually moving that slow. But when his lips finally press against yours, you lose all sense of, well… everything.

Holy shit. Holy shit. You were kissing him. You were kissing Steve Harrington– King Steve, your best friend, Stevie. Not only that, but he was kissing you.

His lips were warm and soft against yours, and although they had felt the same as they had when he had kissed your cheek or when he kissed your neck mere days ago, this was completely different.

Steve breaks the kiss and pulls back just barely, checking you over as he keeps his hand on your cheek. “Is this still okay? Do you want me to stop?”

Should you say yes? Should you stop things from going further than they already had? But that was the whole point of this, wasn’t it? To go further and explore deeper into your sexual desire. Steve did say that kissing and foreplay were the most important step.

“...Don’t stop.”

Just like that, he presses his lips to your without hesitation. He releases your hand and brings it up to grab the other side of your face, tilting your head as your lips part slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside just barely. While his hands stay holding your face delicately, yours stay awkwardly by your side. You weren’t quite sure what to do. Should you grab onto something of his? Should you grab his face? His arms?

Finally, you settle on sliding your hands up his broad chest. His muscles felt firm under your touch, and you felt him take another step closer to you, his lips never once breaking apart from yours. From that action, you take a step back, and Steve follows until you realize you are both walking back towards your bed.

You gently settle onto the mattress, scooting back as Steve crawls over you, his lips still on yours. With both his and your shoes kicked off and long forgotten, you lie back onto your bed as Steve keeps most of his weight off of you. He brings his arm up, bracing it next to your head as his hand lightly brushes against it, his other hand trailing down your side.

Steve was a phenomenal kisser. With each movement of his lips and tongue against yours, you felt sheer delectation flow throughout your body. All this from just kissing? Perhaps Steve was right, kissing did feel good.

Kissing Steve felt good.

Steve moves to settle between your legs, which automatically part without a thought. For a moment, you feel his hardness brush against you just right and a short spurt of pleasure shoots through your body before Steve suddenly pulls back just barely, and you miss the feeling of his weight on you. He trails soft kisses along your jaw, nudging your head to the side as he starts to kiss your neck.

As he does so, your breath hitches, and you dig your fingers into Steve’s sides. The feel of his lips against your neck is insanely good. You remembered how his mouth felt when he held you close the other night he came over, helping you reach your pleasure in this exact same spot on your bed. That same feeling was slowly building up between your legs even now.

“Shit, baby…” he mutters against you, your eyes rolling back.

Steve’s tongue lightly flicks against your skin and you move your head more to the side to give him more access. Without thinking, your hips slightly buck up, and you brush against the bulge in his pants. Steve moans deliciously against your throat at the same time you let out a small gasp, and he soon brings his hips down to meet yours again.

The motion has your head spinning— feeling Steve’s hard cock rubbing against your still clothed pussy. Shouldn’t you both take your clothes off? That’s how this was supposed to go, right? He doesn’t stop there, though. He keeps grinding down against you, and brings his mouth back to yours as he kisses you deeply.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed. You were too lost in the sensation of Steve’s mouth kissing, licking and teasing your own mixed with his body pressed against yours, a rhythmic pattern of his hips rocking slow and deep. Every now and then he would hit that spot you craved pressure the most, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Moaning into his mouth, you bring one hand up to grab hold of his hair. This elicits a groan from him, and he continues to ground down harder against you, causing you to open your legs up more. You needed to feel more of him. It didn’t matter that you were both still fully clothed, the sensation was still fantastic, and you felt yourself beginning to crave more and more of his touch.

“Steve…” you mutter against his mouth as he hums, moving to kiss along your jaw again.

“Does this feel good, baby?” He whispers against you, and you shiver at the low timbre of his voice. “Want me to keep going?”

“God- yes.”

Steve pecks your cheek before he presses his lips against yours again, and he takes hold of you as he suddenly rolls you over so you are now on top of him. Breaking the kiss, you look down at Steve as he sits half propped up against the pillows, his eyes blown and lips swollen.

“What… why did you–”

“Just wanted to change positions. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh, umm…”

Steve leans up, trailing slow, light kisses along the base of your neck, and it’s as if your brain short circuits. You feel his hands settle at the low of your back, keeping you pressed against his chest.

“Did you like that? Feeling me rocking against you, baby?” He murmurs against your skin just under your jaw. Your eyes close, and you tilt your head back slightly as you feel him leave open-mouthed kisses now.

“Y-yes–”

A gasp escapes you, as Steve’s hand moves from your back to your ass, and he guides you to roll your hips down against his. One of your hands falls flat onto his chest, and he gives you that signature Harrington smirk as he gazes up at you.

“Go on then, honey. Make yourself feel good.”

Your eyes flick down to his lips, and you quickly press your own to his. Steve brings his other hand to cup the back of your head, keeping you in place as you begin to deepen the kiss. Steve squeezes your ass, motivating you to move against him, and you begin to do so. That wonderful feeling is soon back as you grind against Steve, feeling his dick rub against you as you try building that pleasure back up from moments ago.

Steve keeps kissing you, his hand soon moving down to the base of your neck. Everything about his touch just feels so fucking good. From the way his hands squeeze and roam along your body, to the movement of his mouth. Even the grazing of his teeth against your bottom lip felt enjoyable. You soon lose yourself once again in the feel of your bodies pressed together heatedly on your bed.

You bring one leg up, half straddling Steve’s lap as it opens you up further, and drag your pussy against his hard cock. That does it for you. With each movement of your hips you manage to find that perfect flow, hitting your clit each time you roll against him.

Steve groans against your mouth, bucking up against you as he tries matching your motions. You feel his dick begin to press harder against you– you didn’t think that was even possible with how hard he already was. Both yours and Steve’s breathing soon became heavy against each other's mouths, and you could taste your shared breath as you both worked to tip over the edge.

Steve shifts under you just barely, but that small movement makes sure that with every drag of your hips, you are hitting that sweet spot even more. You begin to move even faster, lost in the desire for release and Steve helps guide you against him.

“S-Steve…” you breathe out against his mouth. “I-I–”

“Fuck, this feels good. Keep going, baby. I know you’re close to coming.”

Hearing those words sent your mind in a spiral. Steve was feeling just as good as you were in this moment. He didn’t want you to stop until you were satisfied.

One of your hands moves next to Steve’s head, gripping the pillow tightly as you ground your hips over and over again. Small cries escape from your mouth and into Steve’s as he motivates you to keep moving. The white, hot feeling begins forming inside you, and you begin to lose all sense of control as you feel it start to build more and more until finally it bursts.

“Oh… oh, Stevie…”

A flurry of supernovas explode one by one behind your eyelids as it happens, and you let out a loud moan as you press yourself against Steve. Though your movements are sloppy, Steve takes it upon himself to keep rocking his own hips up into yours desperately, pressing down on your ass to keep the pressure against him. Not only that, but you feel him become tense underneath you, and a deep groan from the back of his throat releases— along with your name.

You were positive that Steve just came while moaning your name mere seconds after you did.

His groans soon lead into a small whine– a sound you have only once heard released from his mouth the other night when you witnessed him orgasm next to you. The sound was intoxicating, and you can only hope that you have the chance to hear more of those sounds after this. It was because of you he made those noises. You didn’t realize just how much you craved hearing them until this moment.

With slow movements, you and Steve begin to float back down to Earth, until the both of you finally stop the rocking of your hips. Your forehead falls against his as you keep your eyes closed, and you feel his breath fanning across your skin as he softly pants. He keeps his hold on you, not once moving his hands.

It’s you who pulls back first, and through glazed eyes you look down upon Steve. His slightly parted lips were even more pink and swollen, and you longed to kiss them once more. His eyes were glossy and blown with lust as he stared back up at you. Warmth consumes you the longer you stare down at him, and you find yourself too scared to be the first one to speak.

“So?” Steve breathes out, and you blink back to reality.

“So… what?”

“Can we both agree that your no kissing rule is bullshit now?”

You let out a scoff, slowly pulling back, and Steve lets you. “Sure, okay. Maybe… you are right.”

“You know, people are often surprised when I am,” he grins, running a hand through his hair. “Does that mean you’re getting rid of the rule?”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment. Kissing Steve had felt amazing. If this was how it felt each time, why shouldn’t you get the opportunity to kiss him every and any chance you get to?

“...Okay. We won’t keep the rule.”

“Great,” Steve nods, relaxing back against your pillows.

As you shift off of Steve, you feel the dampness between your legs, and before you could stop yourself, your gaze trails down at the wet spot over Steve’s crotch. Steve notices and you quickly look away.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, don’t be. I should… probably go home and fix this–” he motions down to his crotch. “up, anyways.”

Steve gets up and you watch as he stretches his arms above his head. The bottom of his shirt lifts, and you gaze at his lower abdomen, only for goosebumps to travel along your skin. He looks back to you as you lift your eyes back to his.

“So… maybe tomorrow or something we can continue on with this arrangement. You tell me what you want, and we can go from there. Sounds good?”

“Oh… yes. Yep, mmhm,” you nod.

“Cool, cool. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, Steve.”

Steve grabs his keys from your dresser and tosses them to his other hand, before he looks down to you. In an instant, he leans down and cups your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. Though astonished, you find yourself leaning into the kiss as he deepens it. When he finally pulls back, you can only stare up at him, breathing out softly.

“...See ya, sweetheart.”

With that, Steve finally takes his leave and you can only sit in place on the bed as you watch his form. Shit… this was really happening, wasn’t it? Steve agreed to have sex with you. Lying back on your bed, you stare up at the ceiling, thinking back to the feeling of being pressed up against Steve in such a sensual way. You could only wonder just how it would feel when the two of you were naked and pressed just as close together as he fucked you.

This doesn’t mean you’ll be in a relationship with him, you think to yourself. He was your best friend, and you were not going to ruin things. Sighing, you bring your pillow over your head, groaning against it only to realize it smelled just like Steve’s cologne. You breathe in the scent, delighting in the familiarity as you relax into your bed, rolling onto your side as you think about what just happened moments ago.

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comradekatara · 20 days

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oh ur voltron essay is so incredibly true. it also provides some answers to the bafflement i have been experiencing when looking at zukka tags. like, i was THRILLED when zukka got popular bc i thought it would be freedom from the endless katara ship wars. but people have gotten so incredibly weird. the amount of racist mischaracterization in the tumblr zukka-sphere is out of control. i had accepted that the majority of zukka shippers do not understand the characters at all, and you have now made me realise: not only do they not understand the characters, they see them as. fucking keith and lance. this is horrifying i’m gonna have to sit and contemplate it for a long time

yeah no the katara ship wars are still waging on, people are also just racist about sokka now too. which is awesome. but yeah if not for the fact that i see people compare them to klants all the fucking time (even before zukka got popular, in fact) i would think that im somehow delusional and exaggerating these trends but i know im not because people are constantly admitting it. just saying it out loud. like i used to see people calling sokka and zuko “rivals” a lot and that is clearly a byproduct of klantsification because everyone knows that sokka and azula are rivals. sokka and zuko are simply not rivals in any way except for in the sense that they were trying to kill each other in book 1 i guess. but i’d hardly call that a “rivalry.”

its like. sokka hates zuko and wants him dead and then zuko comes to the western air temple and begs to be let into their group and sokka doesn’t trust him but aang says that he does and sokka knows that aang needs a firebending teacher so that he can defeat the firelord and win the war so sokka is like “okay if that’s what you want, aang” and then he still doesn’t really like or trust zuko at all (at one point he even tells him to go jump into a volcano, which is the TV Y-7 way of getting “kill yourself” through s&p) but he needs information on zuko if he’s going to rectify his mistake and then zuko insists on tagging along for his suicide mission and sokka doesn’t really care whether or not zuko lives or dies so he’s like “yeah fine whatever it’s your funeral” and then zuko demonstrates that he’s actually really earnest and sincere and charmingly awkward and willing to do anything to help sokka and always follows his lead so sokka is like “okay i like this guy now” and then they’re friends and that’s that. at no point does sokka view him as a rival.

as for zuko. zuko doesn’t really care about sokka because he’s hyperfocused on capturing aang and literally nothing else matters and then he decides that he would do anything to help the avatar defeat his father and then sokka kills the indestructible walking wmd of an assassin zuko had previously hired with just his boomerang and then zuko helps sokka infiltrate the boiling rock and proves that he would literally die for him for nothing in return except the reward of seeing him happy. so at no point does zuko consider sokka his rival because he just straight up knows that sokka is better than him in every possible way and he respects that (to an almost unhealthy degree) and just follows his lead unquestioningly. if anything zuko’s rival is also azula, because they were always competing for the same affections. (except azula considers sokka her rival, while zuko considers azula his rival.)

and ppl will frame ZUKO as being out of SOKKA’S league and it’s like. the whole POINT is that sokka is out of zuko’s league and zuko knows it the whole world knows it!!!! they’re not rivals, sokka isn’t a wacky flirty idiot, zuko genuinely terrorized him for months on end, their friendship is built on the intensity of zuko’s devotion genuinely outweighing his previous crimes. anyone who cannot see past the aesthetic similarities between what is a genuinely compelling dynamic between two very well-constructed, dimensional characters and personified shallow tropes written and shipped together in a cynical cash grab should not be engaging with zukka as a ship.

it was so much better in the beforetimes, when no one knew that gay people existed, and everyone who did even remotely ship them was like “awww I love their bromance. #brosforever” because at least then they actually kind of understood what their dynamic was even if they weren’t reading any sort of romantic subtext into it. but I do want to make myself clear. reading romantic subtext into sokka and zuko’s relationship is a genuinely coherent and informed reading of the text. it is not a “headcanon” or a “crackship,” it is a valid interpretation of what is depicted onscreen.

“the boiling rock” is truly the gay subtext episode of atla (and by that I also mean the azula mai ty lee love triangle, which was truly a life changing moment for me as a child) and while there are of course multiple valid readings of characters’ motivations and behaviors as grounded in and informed by the text, especially when it comes to unspoken romantic motivations, i really do think that it’s in no way a stretch to assume that due to factors such as — a) zuko knowing sokka and saying sokka’s name way more than he says any other gaang member’s name b) zuko risking his own life to blindly follow sokka on a suicide mission to an impenetrable supermax when he is literally wanted by the state for high treason, and trusting his lead unconditionally c) zuko just generally being so soft and docile around sokka when he’s normally a tightly wound ball of stress and rage who yells at anyone who so much as looks at him funny, and of course d) zuko literally flirting with sokka in the cooler??? because I don’t know how else to explain that scene that looks like it came straight out of a cheap porno — really do seem to indicate that zuko is down bad for sokka.

and seeing as a) reading zuko as gay is already such a logical way to read his entire character arc and the significance of his journey and b) pretty much everyone they meet is down bad for sokka (assuming they’re not already down bad for katara, that is), it’s really not an incoherent or fantastical ship. like, ymmv on whether sokka actually returns zuko’s feelings (I am mostly a proponent of one-sided zukka, but I also think that I could sort of see them getting together in their late 20s or smth. idk), it’s a genuinely compelling and coherent way to read their dynamic nonetheless. the problem is when people reduce their preexisting, compelling dynamic in service of conforming to narrow and often harmful (eg, racist) troping.

i am genuinely compelled by zuko’s uncharacteristic, almost hero-worship of sokka, his desperation to be his friend to the point of following him to the ends of the earth to prevent him from quite literally killing himself. and i think there’s something really lovely about the way these two teenage boys who have both struggled so much to conform to a harmful and militaristic masculinity could embrace their nerdier and more sensitive qualities (eg, zuko is canonically a theater kid who is apparently “quite the seamstress,” sokka is canonically a poet[ry appreciator] and likes to draw and carve) together.

i love the idea of a postcanon wherein sokka acts as zuko’s senior advisor and basically willingly puppets him and runs the fire nation from the shadows (while also doing the same in the earth kingdom simultaneously, because let’s be real, both zuko and kuei are out of their depths), and how that would also complicate their dynamic. but of course anyone who does subscribe to the “sokka works in the fire palace” hypothetical always makes sokka an “ambassador,” which is just stupid. sokka would not be satisfied merely doing ambassadorial busywork, he is literally an incorrigible control freak and he would be shadow running the fire nation, at zuko’s behest. and so on and so forth.

and yet, all the fanart of them is either wildly out of character, or sokka and zuko’s personalities have literally been reversed, which is somehow even worse. i won’t pinpoint exact examples, but im also pretty sure that if you took my hand and we went into the zukka tag together, i would just be like “nope. no. no. wrong. incorrect. wildly incorrect. egregiously wrong. no. incorrect.” and so on and so forth for every single post.

so yeah. the reason i don’t really discuss their dynamic anymore, despite still finding it compelling in its own right, is because the fans genuinely annoy me so much that they’ve turned me into a hater. it’s not even that it’s a bad ship, or that it’s not my personal cup of tea, or that’s it not grounded enough in canon for my liking. i think they’re fascinating to chew on as presented in the text. but what “fans” have done to “them” has warped whatever potential they actually have in the text into something that is both sinister and obnoxious. those aren’t sokka and zuko anymore. that’s lankka and keiko. and i don’t know those guys. they are total strangers to me. and they’re annoying and shallow and cliched and have i mentioned annoying. and i hate them.

#unhinged yet cogent zukka rant under the cut……..#unreachedgalaxy #asks #sokka #zuko #sokkaxzuko #synthesis #hot takes #analysis #society if zukka shippers actually cared about the text and weren’t racist and obnoxious and corny and annoying and

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swissboyhisch · 4 months

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The Beginning of the Hockey Couple

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x Ivy Lemieux (OC)

Summary: When Ivy was a kid, her dad took her on a road trip while her mother was away. Everyone wouldn't know that that was the start of beautiful friendships and a relationship.

Word Count: 363

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Mario Lemieux thought it would be a smart idea to bring his only daughter, 3-year-old Ivy Winter, to St. Louis. Where Blues was hosting the Pittsburgh Penguins. His wife was away visiting family in Australia so his choices were to have Ivy stay with another family for the string or take her with him. Since the road trip was short, he thought why not bring her along. It wasn’t like it was a 2 week roadie.

The older hockey player held his daughter’s hand as they walked into the stadium and to the family room for the away team. Ivy was dressed in her favourite shirt, her dad’s jersey, and a pair of leggings. A matching black and yellow beanie she adores; a was a present from her favourite uncle, Brooks Orpik. He walked alongside the father-daughter duo, chatting to his captain about the coming game.

Young Ivy did not recognise where she was, so naturally she was curious. She could see people she had never met before everywhere. Her hand slipped from her father’s hand before she ran away from her father, giggling as she ran past different players.

“Ivy Winter!”

Said girl only giggled more at her father’s voice, acting like it was a game of chasey. She turned the corner and slammed into another person, falling onto her bum. The petite child looked up at a young boy not too much older than her. He had curly hair and was wearing a Blues jersey.

“Are you okay sweetie?” The woman beside the boy questioned, kneeling to help the girl up.

“Yeah,” Ivy replied, taking the woman’s hand to stand. “I’m Ivy.”

The older boy sent Ivy a wide smile, “I’m Matthew.”

“Ivy Winter,” Mario huffed as he spied the familiar little 66 jersey and pigtails in front of the family. “I’m so sorry Tkachuk.”

The man comes up behind his wife and kids, chuckling as Mario picks up his daughter. “All good Lemieux.”

“Keith, Chantal, this is my daughter, Ivy.” The girl sent the family a smile, waving at them.

“Where’s your wife?”

“Family,” Mario replied. “Isn’t that right, bug?”

“She’s seeing nana,” Ivy stated, looking up at her father. “I get to see Daddy play.”

“Who’s looking after her?” Chantal asks, lifting her youngest son onto her hip.

Mario sighed, “I have one of our staff taking her in a corp box. None of the friends or family are here for this game.”

“Do you want me to take her with me?” Chantal offered. “I have both the boys and I’m with the other wives in the box. Ivy can play with Matt and Brady.”

Ivy looked up at her father with a cheeky smile, eyes glinting with the familiar childlike mischievousness, “Can I?”

“You sure it’s not too much trouble?”

Chantal shook her head, “Nonsense, I’m happy to take her. I’ll bring her back to you after the game.”

After Mario made sure Ivy would behave, he sent her off with the family so he could get ready. Ivy on the other hand was so excited to be with other kids her age.

“Do you play hockey?” Matt asked the young girl as they found the family box.

“Of course,” she sassed. “You?”

“Of course.”

“You my best friend now,” Ivy grinned.

Matthew wrapped his arms around the girl, beginning her into a hug. “Best friends.”

“Me too,” A voice joined the convo, with Brady coming to join the hug. Well try to at least. That was until Matt pushed him away. Brady looked like he was about to cry. “But me too.”

“Matthew,” Chantal warned, watching the wholesome moment soon turn sour.

“Fine,” The older Tkachuk groaned and turned to his baby brother. “You too.”

The three shared a hug before turning their focus onto the ice to watch the game they all loved so much.

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slashersteve · 2 years

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Just Friends

requested by anonymous

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: There's a reason Steve keeps making fun of the guy you're going on a date with, you just don't know what it is and he'd like to keep it that way.

warnings/extra tags: one-sided love (or is it), some ~tension~, slightly angsty i can't let it gooo, cursing, beta read, edited by me and auto correct, non-canon compliant as I mention Starcourt

note: this got out of hand, but i was having so much fun writing this! This could potentially have a part 2???? hmmm....anyway thank you for reading and enjoy!

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It was your first date since graduating, or well, if you were being honest it was your first date ever, or at least a real date. You were nervous, incredibly nervous, and as the weekend inched closer to your small movie date with a guy you actually graduated with the year prior who never gave you a second look in High School, your nerves were only getting worse.

No really, you didn't even know somebody could sweat this much, and you don't know how many times you've asked Keith to turn the AC on in the Video Store you worked part-time at.

It must've been a lot because he basically banned you from his office, so instead you were passing the time by stacking returned videos on the front counter in your feelings when someone snapped their fingers in front of your face.

You nearly dropped your stack of videos when that happened, and shot your gaze to whoever had done that, thinking maybe it was a customer (it's happened before), but instead you were met with the brown eyed concerned gaze of your friend and co-worker Steve Harrington.

"Woah sorry, god your glare could kill somebody if it wanted to," he joked lightly as your glare softened, "I called your name like 3 times, I just need you to...uh, is everything okay?" His prior request of whatever it was he wanted to do faded into a question as he watched your gaze grow distant the longer he talked.

You blinked and nodded, "Yeah, everything's fine. Sorry, I'm just a bit...nervous."

Steve's curiosity peaked then, and he no longer was going to ask you to help him stack the towers of videos onto the cart, and rather leaned on the counter and asked you why.

"I didn't tell you?" you questioned more to yourself, as Steve was a pretty close friend of yours so it was hard to believe you didn't, humming you continued, "I have a date…and before you say 'oh it's just a date' because I'm sure you've been on millions of them, it's my first real date, so you know...I'm nervous."

You didn't look at Steve when you said this, thinking that maybe that was why you subconsciously decided not to tell him. He goes on dates left and right, and you couldn't imagine Steve not teasing you about this one being your first or something. So instead, you returned your focus to your stack of videos, patting the sides so that they all aligned.

"You have a date?" Steve asked in what you mistook for disbelief, "Wait- with who? When? With who?"

"You don't have to act so surprised," you told him, already growing a bit agitated with him. Steve was quick to shake his head then run his hand through his locks of brown hair.

"What? No it's not that, I just want to know who's taking my friend out, and when..."

You huffed softly, not toward Steve, but toward the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach that made you want to throw up your lunch. And maybe a little toward him too.

Quietly, you mumbled the answer, "Saturday night, it's with Timothy Taylor from High School-"

"Timothy Taylor?"

Steve's voice echoed across the video store, causing some patrons to turn and look at the both of you. Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment, and you grasped the sleeve of Steve's sweater and pulled him toward you as you hissed, "Not so loud."

He cringed and apologized, but something told you the cringe wasn't toward him being so loud, especially when he said your name as if disappointed in you.

"Timmy T. is such a clown," he said, and you scrunched your face up in confusion.

"He is not- wait weren't you guys on the basketball team together?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't make him any less of a clown, guy couldn't even make a proper pass, I don't even know how he was on the team...well Coach Taylor was his dad so that explains that-" Steve's reply turned into him trailing off and you flicked his shoulder, "Right, okay, when did he even ask you out?"

You sighed at Steve, but were a bit curious as to why Steve might say an old teammate was a 'clown' so you told him how all last week he'd come into the video store and talk you up, and how you didn't think it was going anywhere or maybe he was trying to get a free movie until he asked for your number and called you earlier this week asking if you wanted to go on a date with him.

"How romantic," Steve said, though you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not, and he laughed, "I was wondering why he was asking me about you."

You paused, "He...he asked you about me?"

"Yeah, last week when you went on break, asked Robin too," Steve said as he crossed his arms as a customer approached the counter.

"Excuse me-" the older woman began, but was quickly cut off by Steve.

"Sorry we're a little busy, I recommend Fast Times. It's over there," Steve said without looking at her, and pointing in a vague direction of the video store.

You deadpanned at Steve for his recommendation to the nice older woman who stared blankly at the both of you and told her you'd be happy to help her when you were done. She seemed content with that, and stepped away to browse a little longer, not before she gave Steve one final offended look.

"You can't always suggest Fast Times, Steve, oh my god," you told him, fighting an amused grin growing on your lips at the face the lady had given him.

"Why not? It's a good movie- okay we're getting off track here," he waved his hand in your face before you both fell into your actual job of stacking the cart with video tapes side by side, "Yeah he asked about you, and I told him you were...you know cool."

"Cool? Just cool. You couldn't talk me up more than that?" you asked with a scoff. Steve rested his gaze on yours for a second, squinting his eyes slightly at you and your eyes that had gone starry and warm.

"I don't know if you should be this excited about going out with the guy," he admitted to you, making a frown come over your lips and your eyebrows to furrow questionably at him and he replied with a shrug, "He kinda sucks."

"He...sucks?" you repeated incredulously at his choice of words to describe an ex-teammate and friend once, "I don't even- can you just tell me what's wrong with him?"

"He's just...I don't know, lame? Okay no, that's too mean-"

"And calling him a clown who sucks wasn't?"

His cheeks burned a soft scarlet as he cringed once again, "Okay yeah that was also mean, I'm not denying that, just- okay- I just never imagined you dating someone like Timmy T alright?"

He grabbed two videos in each hand, his side of the cart getting fuller by the video while you stopped to stare at him with both of your eyebrows raised now, not understanding what the heck he meant by that. Was it an insult to you? At Timothy? Based on the track record of this conversation, it was probably toward him but still...

Shaking your head, you said, "Why are you imagining the person I'll end up dating anyway..."

Your statement made the tapes Steve was holding fall and the movement he made to try and catch them caused him to hit his other stack of videos. All of them crashed to the floor in a span of a few seconds, and you huffed loudly, thinking a single hah before you left Steve to his own devices to help the customer who was starting to look a little impatient.

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It was clear the following day you were ignoring Steve, and honestly, it wasn't the first time you've ever ignored him, but it was the first time your glare was actually toward him.

He stood by the fact that your glare would be able to kill someone if it could.

Still, it hurt that he was the one you were upset with, but at the same time, he couldn't really blame you. Clearly, you were nervous about this date, and his stupid mouth yesterday was not helping.

And he knew that. He knew that as he was saying those dumb things about his old basketball teammate, knew that as your replies got more and more agitated. He just couldn't stop even though he wanted to.

God, that was why Robin needed to be on shift with the both of you because she typically stopped him from acting so stupid, especially with you (sometimes she did the opposite but he had she been there she would've shut him up and saved him the embarrassment).

The point was, Steve was aware that you were just in need of support from a friend, because that's what he was to you right? Your friend, nothing less...and nothing more...unfortunately, but Steve didn't want to unpack that stupid warm feeling he typically got whenever he was around you lately.

Rather, he wanted to tell you he was sorry for being a dick, and that he was excited for you, even if it wasn't true when it should be. Friends, Steve had to keep reminding himself, you were friends and friends should be excited whenever another goes on a date, you certainly were whenever he did...well for the first few times because he admitted he did go on a lot of dates that you resulted to saying a single 'oh have fun' and nothing more. Still...it was support, and way better than whatever the hell he was telling you yesterday.

He couldn't even tell you he was sorry anyway because you were hardly giving him a chance to speak.

"Do you know what you're wearing?"

Steve was handing a video to a customer when he overheard Nancy's voice, and he turned because he hadn't even seen her come in. She was talking to you at the counter while you were typing onto the video store's computer.

"No, I do have some options though, but I haven't settled on anything..."

"Wait, so you have them already or?" Nancy sounded confused, and Steve watched your features contort into almost shame as you told her you didn't, and Nancy said your name exasperated and said, "You haven't even bought anything, your date is tomorrow!"

"I know, I know, I just couldn't decide and then the time just passed me with work and stuff," you said sheepishly, "Can you take me today? And help me?"

Nancy frowned, "I can't, my deadlines tonight for the paper and it needs extensive review before being published."

You groaned, "Damn, curse you and your dedication to the school paper."

Nancy shook her head at you, and looked around before her eyes fell upon Steve as he tried to make it look like he wasn't eavesdropping by poking around at the videos on the shelf closest to him. She raised both brows, before looking away in thought.

"Steve can take you?" He overheard her say. He paused, but decided not to look over and only listen for your response.

"No thanks, I can find something in my closet," he heard you respond groggily. After that, Steve heard Nancy say something, but he couldn't hear exactly, so he glanced over as discreetly as he could and saw her leaning toward you and saying something only loud enough for you to hear.

Your face contorted into irritation as you replied to her, and Nancy had scoffed, and turned to look at Steve again with a raised brow. Clearly you had told her about his stupid words yesterday. He cleared his throat, and forced a grin on his lips as some kind of greeting to her and she narrowed her eyes at him before returning to look at you.

Deciding that he didn't want to stand around anymore, he approached you and Nancy and said, "I was eavesdropping, but yeah if you need a ride to the mall, I can take you. We're off at the same time anyway."

You met his gaze and replied, "No, I'm fine."

He hated how his heart dropped at your dismissive tone, and said, "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday okay? Timmy T. doesn't suck, and he isn't a clown, he just..." he quickly thought up an excuse, "One time during a game he missed a pass and cost us a win, and I'm still a little...irritated because like I said he wasn't a good player and his dad got him on the damn team-"

Nancy elbowed him, acting like how Robin might and he coughed and crossed both arms, "Just I'm sorry, okay, he is a nice guy regardless of how he played."

You rested your gaze on Steve, visibly contemplating if he was being genuine and Steve was, slightly. He was sorry, but Timmy T. still sucked, but you didn't need to know that.

When you didn't speak, Steve decided to say, "Also...I do know him, and I think I would be better help or something- you can trust me, I was just being uh- stupid yesterday."

You stared at him for a moment longer, before looking at Nancy and Steve watched as a near telepathic communication passed between the both of you. He awkwardly stood there for a good minute or so before you sighed deeply.

"Fine, okay, yeah you can take me," you said, and Steve snapped his fingers and grinned.

"Great, we'll leave for Starcourt right after our shift ends," he told you, and you nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

It was only 2 hours later you and Steve were walking into the semi-full Starcourt Mall together side-by-side and making a beeline for the clothing store where you had told him (well actually Nancy) potential outfits for your date were.

Steve had been forced to take your hand though as he didn't want to get separated from you in the crowd that was only getting bigger. The feeling of your hand in his caused heat to rise to his cheeks, and he hoped you didn't notice the scarlet color of his cheeks.

"Steve, I'm not a kid, you don't have to hold my hand," you had joked from behind him, but didn't move to let go. He laughed nervously, making sure to keep his eyes forward as you entered the clothing together.

"I know, sorry," he apologized sheepishly before finally letting go of your hand, "So uh- where is this outfit?"

You took his hand again, much to his surprise, and led him with you to the other side of the store as you corrected him and said, "Outfits, Steve, outfits."

There was a lot of clothes you were grabbing, different tops, skirts, shorts, jeans, and a few dresses too that Steve had wondered for a moment if you were actually just searching for a new wardrobe. He realized when you were asking for a changing room when he remembered that you had asked Nancy specifically to help you pick an outfit.

A job that was his now.

He stood outside the fitting room door, which was just a wooden bi-folding door that had the various clothes you had elected to take with you hanging over the top.

The worker there was standing nearby, always making sure to glance over at Steve because she's probably had to deal with couples trying to sneak in there all the time.

Steve wanted to say nope just helping the girl I just so happen to think about romantically from time to time find an outfit for a date that isn't with me, but that would be sad, and even though he liked to say his reputation wasn't important to him...admitting something like that would definitely put a dent in it.

"Okay, so this was the original one I wanted to wear," you were saying as you were moving the door open, "And it's cute right-"

Steve turned to look at you then, and his breath was caught in his throat at the sight of you. You were wearing a blush pink top that hung over both of your shoulders and a pair of denim shorts. It was a simple outfit, nothing risky, nothing out of the ordinary of what girls wore today, but Steve's heart nearly hopped out of his chest when he saw you, especially when you turned from him to look at the mirror that was on the right of him and your left.

God, he was never so jealous of Timmy T in his life until right now.

"...so I'm not sure..."

His eyes moved from your outfit finally, and he stupidly asked you what you had just said. Scoffing you rested your hands onto your waist and turned away from the mirror to face him.

"I was saying that I think it's too...casual now, because he called last night and said he's taking me to dinner before the movie, so I was thinking more a dress...I don't know...what do you think?"

His eyes fell back down to the outfit, and he was lost once again...very visibly.

Because of this, you grew nervous again, not understanding why he was so quiet. Did he hate it? Did he think it was too casual? Was he thinking about what his ex-teammate might think? Was it good ? Why wasn't he saying anything?

"Earth to Steve? Hello?”

His eyes snapped up to yours, and he said, "Well uh- we won't know until we see the dress...but this is really pretty on you...like really pretty. Yeah, you should probably actually get this anyway because...yeah. Look at you."

You grew warm at his compliment, especially at the fact that he had said the word pretty twice. And the way his eyes kept looking at you, and drinking you in, had also caused a wave of confidence to join that warmth as you turned back to the mirror to admire yourself.

"I actually might," you said, moving side to side while Steve tried to retain his beating heart and wandering eyes, "Okay, I'll try the dress on."

You were back into the fitting room, leaving Steve back to his own devices and he cursed under his breath because to him he had thought he was being a complete weirdo when he was simply awestruck with you.

Friend, Steve kept having to remind himself, he was your friend and friend's don't oggle each other in fitting rooms.

"So uh..." your voice caught Steve off guard, and he looked at the closed door, "What does he like in a girl?"

"What?" Steve called.

"Timothy...or Timmy T whatever you call him."

Steve raised a brow, "Does it matter?"

You scoffed from within the fitting room while stepping into the dress, "You said you wanted to help me Steve because you, in your words, know him...so you know...what does he like...look for in a girlfriend?"

Because you couldn't see Steve, he let himself frown deeply at your question because of the clear implications behind it, "You...you want to be his girlfriend? I thought it was just a date..."

"No! I mean, yeah it's just a date, but I don't know...would be nice to be with someone," you called back. Oh, how Steve was really starting to hate the empty feeling that was washing over him and how his first thought was it would be nice to be with him and not Timothy Taylor.

"Look," he started, a little defeated and slightly heartbroken but hopefully it wasn't too obvious, at least in his voice "I'm saying this as a good...friend- it shouldn't matter what he looks for...you just...you know be yourself."

You didn't reply to that for a few seconds, and Steve was afraid he had said the wrong thing and you'd do a reenactment of the end of yesterday's shift and today's. Then, you laughed, and he tilted his head and asked if you were okay in there.

"Yeah, I just...I thought I could reach the zipper on the back of this dress," you said. He leaned back onto the wall and crossed both arms.

"Oh," he said, having to stop himself from asking if you needed help or something because then he'd feel like he would be crossing a line with you.

It was surprising then when you opened the door, holding the top of the burgundy colored sundress to your chest with one arm and asked him if he could come in and help. Steve's eyes widened, and he subconsciously turned to look at the worker who was suddenly, and conveniently busy with a customer.

"Uh...yeah- if you're comfortable that is," Steve told you, and you nodded.

"Well, there's no one else here so...and I do trust you not to be weird or something," you said, adding a nervous chuckle after that. Steve's lips turned to a small smile, and he nodded before squeezing into the small fitting room with you, sliding the door closed behind him.

There was a mirror on the wall to the left, and you turned so that you were facing it, and Steve took his place behind you, his eyes trailing down to the zipper you were talking about. It ended at just above your lower back and he tried not to stare too much at your bare skin, or think about how warm you were.

“I don’t know about this one,” you admitted to him, “I’d need help and my family’s out of town tomorrow.”

Steve cleared his throat gently, finally moving his hands so that he could finish zipping it up for you, and he said, “Well…I would obviously help you again if you decide to get it.”

You looked at him in the mirror, catching his eyes as he looked up momentarily. He casted you a smile before his eyes moved back down, and you felt him grasping the zipper, and slowly lifted it upward.

You observed Steve for a moment, taking in how focused and careful he appeared to be in just zipping the dress up, as if he didn’t want to touch you by accident or something.

To be fair, there was something inherently intimate about this fitting room, with the way the lights were dim and how close two people had to be if they were in one together. And it was pretty close, your own face was inches away from your reflection and you could feel the heat radiating off of Steve from behind you, making you feel slightly anxious and even more warm from his presence.

You had flinched suddenly when Steve’s fingers eventually brushed against the skin of your back, but what you didn’t expect were the sent pleasant chills up and down your spine and even on your scalp. Steve reacted to your flinch with a soft, breathless chuckle, and the heat of it had hit the back of your neck, causing those chills to make a quick and gradual return and you sucked in a shaky breath.

“Sorry, it got caught on the fabric,” he told you, his voice slightly husky from having to talk so low. You simply nodded in agreement, and you leaned a little forward as he lowered the zipper and carefully brought it over the stitch, gently grasping a bit of dress underneath it.

“So…be myself?” you asked him quietly, wanting to focus on something else and not his hands just barely touching you, “Any other great advice?” You meant it as a joke, and Steve definitely took it as one as he finished zipping the dress up then grabbed the two waist ties to finish it off and laughed.

“I mean, it’s what got me a lot of dates after my dating drought,” Steve told you as he finished the knot and looked up at you in the mirror only for his eyes to catch one of the ruffled straps of the dress you chose falling over your shoulder. Without thinking, he was reaching up to fix it.

You sucked in a deep breath when you felt him fix the strap for you, wondering for a second how you didn’t even notice to fix it yourself. And damn…were his hands always that soft and smooth…did it feel like that when he was holding your hand earlier in the mall or when you took his and dragged him all over the store?

A sense of guilt came over you then, wondering why you were standing here thinking about how good Steve Harrington’s hand felt on you when he was just being a good friend. He was simply trying to make up for his weird behavior yesterday and here you were melting at every single touch or obligatory compliment he threw your way.

You shook him off of you, and he dropped his hand to the side, feeling equally as guilty as you, but once again, when he looked at you in the mirror and saw the dress for what it was, his head went completely empty.

The sundress was long, and burgundy with a white floral design that complimented you well, but it was the front of the dress that had Steve awestruck. It was a laced up top, tied delicate down the middle of the front, and the bodice was lined with a lace fabric.

“Holy shit,” Steve said from behind you, making you look at him in the mirror once more.

“Is…is that a good holy shit or a bad one?” you asked him nervously, and Steve’s eyes met yours once more.

“Yeah,” he replied, making you furrow your eyebrows at him because which was it, but when you really saw the look in his brown eyes, you knew it was good. And it was this moment you realized that nobody’s ever looked at you the way Steve was right now, so wide-eyed and visibly struck with you.

“Steve?”

He blinked quickly, and you watched his face turn a slight pink and he said, “I’m being weird, sorry, you just look…wow.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…thank you,” you finally said, “For uh- apologizing for yesterday, and helping me today. I’m really glad to call you my friend.”

Steve’s eyes had fallen along with his heart, the word friend coming from your lips directly to him serving as a cruel, but well needed, reminder that yet again that’s all you both were. He moved away from you until his back was hitting the wall opposite of you, and he said, “Yeah! Anytime really- so you’re getting this dress…or the other outfit…or…both?”

Your eyes shifted to the folded clothes on the small table in the fitting room and you nodded, “Yeah…I think I’ll take both.”

Steve was fast, picking up the blouse and shorts for you like his life depended on it or something.

“Great! Well, I’ll just wait for you out there and-”

“Well, I need help unzipping the dress,” you started to say until there was hard knocking on the door and the sound of the same employee who kept watching Steve telling him to get out of there with you. Your cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, and so did Steve’s.

“I was- god this looks bad-”

You covered your mouth, your embarrassment turning to amusement before you slid the door open and told her that he was simply helping you zip up and tie the back of the dress. The woman eyed you both suspiciously, before claiming that she would help you while shooting a warning glare at Steve.

“Hey, we’re just friends, alright?” Steve told the woman defensively, “And even if we weren’t- I would never try to hook up with her in there…for one it’s not romantic and two…there’s literally no space.”

“Oh my god, Steve,” you said, placing your palm over your forehead as the embarrassment returned and you asked the woman to please help you.

Steve left the fitting room then, still holding the blouse and denim shorts in his left arm while the other went to push back his hair, shooting a quick look in the mirror. The guy he saw wasn’t the guy he typically saw in the mirror, the suave guy who goes on dates with multiple girls because they’re really into him, no…instead there was a guy who was absolutely smitten with the girl he has called his friend for over a year now who was going on a date with Timmy T tomorrow night.

“Get it together man, for your sake and for hers,” he threatened himself quietly in the mirror, even pointing at his reflection for good measure. When it seemed he got the picture, he settled back against the wall and dropped his head with a deep sigh, “I’m not going to get it together…”

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sunsets and self doubt (and words left unspoken) - 3

Main AO3 tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, 2024 Formula 1 Season

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her howver you want :) )

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens. Limited knowledge of Silverstone or how the structure of their emergency response on track works.

comments: ...prepare for pain. I'm not sorry. I did speak to a doctor friend, and Sadie continuing with her injuries is plausible.

“Fuck me, it’s a bit cold,” Sadie complained to the middle-aged paramedic beside her.

“Is it too cold for the Australian kid?” Mark laughed.

Sadie turned to him, looked up and frowned. “Not a kid, fuck you.”

Mark laughed again and tried to pat her on the head, which Sadie swatted away.

“Let’s just hope today’s race is dry,” he said after a moment.

Sadie nodded, stray wisps of her dark brown hair loosely flying around her face in the breeze.

Silverstone, in June, was the same temperature as Sadie’s home town in September, just leaving winter into spring.

“This is not summer weather,” she whined.

“You volunteered, kid,” Mark reminded her.

“I know, I know.”

“Where have they placed you?”

“Medics at turn 13. That’s Stowe, right?”

“Yeah. It can be a dangerous one. But you’re with my older brother Keith, so you’ll be fine.”

"How is it in the wet?"

"Worse, but the drivers are in safe hands."

----$----

Sadie paced as she watched 18 -Pierre Gasly and Oscar Piastri had sent each other out early in the race- of the best drivers in the world speed past.

“Sadie,” Keith called, “you should sit down.”

“I’m more anxious when I sit,” she replied without taking her eyes off the track. The track that was getting wetter and wetter as the minutes passed.

"Mark said to let you pace and I will, but nothing is going to happen," the grey-haired man reassured.

Sadie sent him a kind smile but didn't reply out loud.

It was a good thing she didn’t. They might have missed it.

Two Red Bulls, the McLaren and a Mercedes flew into view. The McLaren, Lando Norris' McLaren, clipped the back wheel of Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes, sending a shower of debris into the misting rain.

Lando's car spun twice and then slammed into the wall side on. Lewis spun once but managed to pull his car to a stop in the gravel before it could collide with anything.

Sadie was out the door, pulling on her mandatory helmet and grabbing a first aid kit before Keith was out of his chair.

"Go to the McLaren!" Keith shouted to her as he followed with another kit. "I'll take Hamilton!"

She didn't acknowledge his order but followed it without hesitation. She jumped the barrier, her gaze locked on the fluro-yellow helmet. The helmet that was barely moving.

"Norris," she shouted as she reached the car. "Are you okay?"

"No!" His voice came as a strangled croak, barely loud enough for her to hear him.

She dropped the first aid kit and grabbed the steering wheel he was holding out.

"You will be, we're here." She stated. "Can you get out?"

Sadie didn't breathe as Norris cried out. "My foot!" he wailed. "My ankle!"

"Okay, take a deep breath, Norris. Push yourself up with your arms. You're strong, mate. Push."

She didn't know what she was saying. She was running on instinct and adrenaline. Purely, instinct and adrenaline.

Get them off the track, Mark's voice rang in her head. Get them somewhere safe.

The driver hoisted himself onto the halo and Sadie saw his ankle bent at an unnatural angle. She couldn't let it show on her face.

"Alright, Lando swing to me. Swing around."

He did so, wobbling dangerously.

"Drop onto your right foot, I'm here."

Cars sped past, the flag only yellow.

Lando didn't drop onto his feet, he fell from the car and into Sadie. She was lucky she had braced herself as she caught him.

He screamed in pain as his ankle hit the ground.

"Lando, my name is Sadie. I've got you now, do not put your left foot on the ground. I'm gonna get you to the medical tent."

"Sadie? Melbourne Sadie?" He whimpered. He couldn't stop making small sounds of pain.

She opened his visor, met his watercolour eyes. She knew her helmet had no visor, knew he could see her eyes.

"Yes, Lando, it's Melbourne Sadie. I've got you now, we've got to get you off the track."

She hauled his left arm over her shoulders and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Walk with me Lando. That's it, with your right foot. Good. You're gonna be okay, mate. It's just a scratch."

Sadie still hadn't registered what she was saying, or the fact that Lando was leaning almost all of his weight on her.

Her head snapped up at the sound of approaching cars. With hands firmly on his waist, Sadie slipped out from under his left arm and placed herself under his right.

She put herself between him and the oncoming cars. She didn't know what might happen, hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought at all.

It was Yuki Tsunoda’s RB that struck the McLaren or Mercedes debris. More debris flew through the rain, something off all three cars. Sadie pulled Lando tighter into her and shielded him as she continued to pull him towards the closest exit.

Pain tore through Sadie's adrenaline. Her right side, both arm and leg. She stumbled, barely, but right herself and Lando cried out in pain again.

She knew two things and two things alone; do not stop and do not let the pain stop you.

"I've got you Lando, you're going great. Keep going!"

"Sadie," he whimpered. "Fuck. My ankle, Sadie, my car."

"I know, Lando, I know. You're going to be okay. Your car will be fine, you will be okay."

"Fuck," he whimpered again.

"Keep going, pretty boy. Don't put that left foot on the ground. You're gonna be okay."

More hands joined hers and pulled Lando over the barrier. She didn't register who it was, only that he was on the other side and being treated. She heard a lot of swearing, she heard someone call her name.

She looked up to see Lando staring at her leg. He was lying on an ambulance stretcher.

"Sadie," he croaked, his eyes rising to hers.

She didn't look down, a part of her knew she didn't want to know. Sadie kept his eye contact as she tried to stand upright. "I'm okay, Lando. I'm okay." She reassured.

Someone stepped into her line of sight and she lost view of his face. They hauled him into the waiting ambulance.

"Fuck, kid." She recognised that voice.

She turned, limped around to face Mark.

"Mark, Lando he's -" He recognised her voice, just as she had his. She was still wearing the medic's helmet.

"Sadie, your leg. You've-" He stepped forwards and pulled a chair with him.

"I don't know," she whispered. She couldn't be louder, she tried to say it louder but it was the same whispered, "I don't know. I haven't looked."

The paramedic rushed to her, placing the chair beneath her as her right leg gave out.

"Don't look," he muttered. "You're gonna be okay, but you can't look."

Someone handed him gauze and bandages. Another handed him saline and scissors.

Lewis, instantly recognisable in the black suit, stepped into Sadie's quickly narrowing line of sight.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed.

When Sadie saw him, she remembered what she'd done. She thought about what she'd done.

The crash. Catching Lando. Essentially dragging him off the track. Putting herself between him and the cars. Her leg. She didn't know the damage but her leg was on fire.

"Sir," she breathed. "Lewis, my helmet, please."

"Oh my god, kid. They're gonna look after you, okay?" He dropped to his knees next to her, leaving his own helmet in the dust.

"I know," she croaked as he undid the straps at her chin. "It's not that. The media- Lewis, hide me from the media. Please."

That's when Lewis recognised Sadie. Her brown hair was plastered to her pale face. Her dark eyes were wide with fear.

"Oh shit. Okay kid, yeah. They'll never know your name, they'll never see your face. I swear it, Sadie. I promise."

Someone handed her a green piece of plastic. The green whistle. Pain relief, and a very strong one.

Her last words before the high kicked in were, "Lewis, please. No reports, no one can know it was me."

Needless to say, the rest of the day was a blur. She barely remembered the ambulance ride, getting the piece of Formula One car embedded in her thigh taken out or the stitches in her arm and leg.

It was all over the news.

Medic gets stabbed with shrapnel while helping driver Lando Norris.

Norris out of Silverstone GP: The Medic Who Saved Him.

Two in hospital after dangerous crash at Silverstone.

But Sadie's name was never written. Every reporter was baffled at the disappearance of her identity.

----$----

Lewis had gone to Max that evening, before the winner had the chance to go out.

"It was the Melbourne volunteer," he'd told him in his hotel room. "The medic in hospital, it was Sadie."

Max's face snapped towards Lewis. He'd been making Lewis a coffee, but it was abandoned.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Lewis shrugged, shadows passing over his face. "I don't know, man. I- Her leg was bad."

"Fuck," Max muttered. "How did it happen?"

Lewis rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't know that either. I didn't see it. It's what happens now that I want to talk about. I need your help."

Max froze. Lewis knew why, he'd never asked Max for help before. They were friendly, finally, but they weren't close.

"She begged me, Max, begged me, to keep her name out of the media. So far, so good but I need your influence in the paddock. You still have the unpredictable 'Mad Max' reputation to some people. I need you to use it."

He nodded and there was an understanding between the champions. Sadie had protected their friend, maybe saved his career if some of the initial reports were true, and it was their turn to protect her.

"I don't know why she was so desperate. She was begging me. She had a piece of fucking metal sticking out of her goddamn leg and she was begging me to hide her from the media."

"It doesn't matter," Max stated. His eyes were dark as he searched his contacts for a name. "It doesn't get out. Her name appears nowhere."

They would protect her.

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Late Again? - Stranger Things - Steddie - PG

Rating: PG | cw: mentions of sex | tags: fluff, rich Steve, post Vecna

Prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time (@sharpbutsoft)

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 14. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone. Hope you are having a great day full of love be it platonic or romantic.

Also on AO3 soon | All My Other Stranger Things Fic

Late Again?: Love Is Too Compelling!

“You should just quit,” Eddie said, doing his very best to drag Steve back to bed.

“And leave Robin alone?” he replied, slipping out of his boyfriend’s grip. “I couldn’t. She took a year out so she could earn some money for college, and I won’t leave to her deal with Keith on her own.”

“Let me guess, you offered to give her the money and she said no,” Eddie said, flopping back onto the pillows.

“Yep,” he said, searching around for his work vest. “She’s being stubborn, wants to earn her own way. I’ve tried explaining that since my Grandpa died I have more money than I know what to do with, but she keeps telling me I might need it in the future. It was hard enough to get her to let me pay for some proper driving lessons. Her dad is great, but good at teaching driving he is not.”

“I’ve seen her dad drive,” Eddie agreed, “he’s almost as erratic as his daughter.”

“They do take after one another sometimes,” Steve said, holding his prize aloft when he finally found his vest down the back of the nightstand.

They might have been somewhat enthusiastic the previous evening given how their clothes seemed to be in very random places. Not that Steve would ever complain. His sex life with Eddie was amazing, which went right along with how much he had fallen in love with his metalhead boyfriend.

“Please come back,” Eddie whined. “Just for five minutes.”

“You mean like yesterday’s five minutes?” he responded. “If I am late again, Robin might actually tell Keith, and I’ll have to sit through another one of his lectures about company loyalty and responsibility.”

He was very glad to find he still had plenty of clean underwear in the drawer when he pulled it open. Laundry day was a way off yet, thank heavens.

“Am I not worth it?” was Eddie’s next gamble in the dragging him back to bed game.

“Of course you’re worth it,” he said, leaning down for a quick kiss on the way to the bathroom, “but I happen to have the keys today.”

“I shall lay here and pine away thinking of how I have been abandoned,” Eddie added with huge drama.

“Write me a new song,” Steve shot back, sticking his head back into the bedroom after grabbing his toothbrush. “You know how hot I think that is.”

“I feel like an old-timey bard with a rich benefactor,” Eddie replied.

“Yeah, well when you and the band are rich and famous, I’ll be your kept man, okay?” he said with a laugh.

Eddie had tried to find a job in town after he had been begrudgingly allowed to graduate, but no one would hire him. Even though he had been completely exonerated and even made into a bit of a hero by Owens’ carefully created cover story, Hawkins was slow to believe. After Steve’s grandfather had died and he’d inherited a ridiculously large amount of money and the house in Hawkins, which it turned out his parents had never owned, Steve had offered to give Eddie the time and space to chase his dream.

It had taken some persuading, but neither of them planned to go anywhere until the kids were graduated, just in case it wasn’t as over as everyone said, so Eddie had finally acquiesced. Eddie had a set up in the basement where the band could also practice and, these days, he’d just about moved in permanently too. Technically he and Wayne had a house thanks to government hush money, but Eddie spent most of his time at Steve’s, and they had Wayne over whenever Wayne was free.

“Stevie,” Eddie called from the other room as Steve started the shower.

“Yeah?” he called back.

“Have you ever actually told Robin how much you inherited?” Eddie asked.

“Um,” he said as he thought about that. “No,” he realised, “but I did tell her I had so much I didn’t know what to do with it.”

Throwing around numbers had felt kind of wrong.

“You do realise you don’t exactly live an extravagant lifestyle these days, right?” Eddie said and Steve turned to find his boyfriend now standing in the doorway.

He shrugged.

“Guess I got used to budgeting,” he replied.

“Which is very noble, gracious knight,” Eddie said with a grin, “but are you sure she gets just how filthy rich you are now? I didn’t until you showed me the numbers.”

Steve had never thought of it like that. Throwing some of the paperwork he’d been given by the lawyers at Eddie had been part of his last-ditch attempt to convince his boyfriend to take him up on his offer.

“Ah, maybe not,” he had to admit.

“Then I shall return to bed and mourn your parting quietly today,” Eddie said, back to his dramatic flair, “but give Robin the numbers and invite her to be your live-in lesbian of leisure.”

“Our,” Steve corrected as he laughed at Eddie’s choice of words.

This was why he was sure Eddie had more than enough talent to eventually go global. One day Eddie’s words and music would be famous, he had no doubt. Using the money he had never expected to receive to give Eddie the time and space to realise his dream, seemed like the perfect plan.

“I still don’t know if she’ll say yes,” he said, pulling back the shower curtain to climb in, “but I will tell her. Now shoo before I’m tempted to be late again, because if she’s mad at me she won’t even give me the chance to talk.”

“As my liege orders,” Eddie said and bowed, which was hilarious given he was naked.

Steve gave himself a stiff mental talking to and refused to look too long. After all, he only had so much will power.

All My Other Stranger Things Fic

#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #eddie lives #post season 4 #steddielovemonth #eddie x steve #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet

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klanceficatalogue · 7 months

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Hey I'm so glad you're back! I was wondering if you had any good love bug stories or anything where they go to an alien planet and either Keith or Lance get their feelings exposed by accident?

oh yeah baby. another classic klance trope - k

love bug tag

Affections and Deceptions by Deatmat (2/2 | 21,353 | General)

"We need to talk about the bite." He mumbles, "What about it?" "Well, for starters, what do we do? What do we tell the others?" He gestures with his free hand at the bite. "I mean, we can't just magically make it go away." There's a pause before he says abruptly, "What if we pretend it's real?" - - - - - [Lance and Keith are dating behind the rest of their teams backs but a run in with an alien bug that's venom causes victims to mimic infatuation brings both opportunities and issues to light.]

Look At Me And Say "I Love You" by Dedmemes (5/5 | 17,253 | Not Rated)

*insert typical love bug AU summary* The team goes to a planet, Keith gets bitten and 'falls' in love with Lance, they spend the next three days glued to each other to stop Keith's heart from stopping.

Synthetic Love by EnlacingLines (4/4 | 25,210 | Teen and Up)

“Keith? Buddy, did it sting? Bite? You okay?” Lance says. “Bitten. Shit, that hurt, I don’t know where it we-” Keith looks up and just stops. That’s all Lance can describe it as. His mouth ceases forming words, his eyes lock onto Lance’s and his body freezes. A Klance love bug AU

#asks #anon #klance #voltron #vld #klance fic #voltron fic #love bug au #completed #20to30k #mutual pining

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foxtricksterwriting · 15 days

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Meeting Reimagined; Keith

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've written for Duality, even though I think about it a lot. And I'm back with a new MC, Tytus!

Tags: @dualityvn

Tytus sighs, annoyed by the cold rain pelting him harshly. As he jogs, he notices the flower shop he’s walked by everyday. He heads that way, figuring that the rain won’t let up for a while still. He dips into the shop and lets out a relieved breath. The floral air invades his nose while he looks around, making him hum in content. He jumps as a soft voice ahead of him says “Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Tytus looks ahead at the counter, finding a tall blond man with blue eyes. The man gives him a shy and apologetic smile. “Hello, hi, sorry, I was in my head a bit. Yeah, the rain’s terrible right now,” he responds while giving an awkward laugh, “Is it okay if I stick around until the rain’s gone?”

“Oh, yes, that’d be fine. Feel free to look around while you’re here,” the blond cashier nods as he speaks. Tytus nods back, not giving him a second look. He scans the store, looking at the arrangements and other potted plants. After not finding what he’s looking for, he steps up to the counter. “Excuse me, do you have Bat Flowers?” He asks, scanning the cashier and finding his name card on a lanyard around his neck; Keith.

“I’m sorry, we sold our last two this morning,” Keith says after a minute of thought and checking somethings. Tytus deflates a little, but desperately tries to rein in his reaction. “Oh, okay. Thank you,” He says. “We could take your number and call you when we get more?” Keith offers. “Ah, no thank you. I appreciate the offer though,” Tytus declines easily but he keeps talking, “but I would still like to get a plant. Do you have any recommendations? Preferably something that wouldn’t hurt a cat if it got eaten.” Keith lights up at the question.

“Of course! Spider plants, Echeveria succulents and Bird’s Nest Ferns are all pet friendly. Spider plants are actually notorious for being non toxic to animals. Boston Ferns are another option, but they're a little harder to care for,” Keith continues to explain how to care for each plant while pointing them out. Tytus watches him as he speaks, mesmerized by how outspoken he is. His passion would be obvious to even the most oblivious person. His whole body radiates joy and a bit of excitement. It’s a bit infectious, at least it is to Tytus. The green and black haired man can’t help but give the slightly shorter man his full attention. When Keith is done explaining, Tytus hums before saying, “I’ll go for the Spider Plant. You said they were over there, right?”

Keith nods and Tytus goes to retrieve it. As he carefully sets it on the counter, Keith asks, “Have you cared for any kind of plant before?”

“Yeah, actually. Mostly herbs and cat grass, though. I use the herbs when I’m cooking,” Tytus internally reminds himself to leave out any mentions of spells or potions. No telling how this guy would react, for now at least. He continues, “I used to have catnip, too, but my cat found and destroyed it when I wasn’t paying much attention. I haven’t had many plants that were there to just look nice.” Keith chuckles a little. As Tytus pays for his new spider plant, he notices that the rain has stopped. He looks back to Keith as he picks up the spindly plant. Before he even thinks to stop himself, he says, “Could I have your number?” Wait, fuck, shit SH--”Sorry, that was really sudden. You don’t have to agree to that.” He tacks that on, not sure if he’s already fucked up somehow.

The blond blushes as he registers the question, “Oh, I’m flattered!” His expression morphs quickly into one of sadness, “Don’t take this the wrong way. I think you’re very attractive and you seem like a nice person, but having my number isn’t a good idea.” Tytus’ brows knit together with confusion but he quickly shakes it off and nods. “That’s alright. Thank you for at least humoring me, and for helping me with the plant. Bye,” He says this as he walks towards the door while giving the blond a smile. He ducks out as suddenly as he came in.

Right as he starts walking home, a shiver crawls up his spine, tickling his neck and making him look around. He spares the shop window a glance, seeing Keith through it. He’s looking back at Tytus, but missing the polite smile. And something about his eyes seem……off. I don’t think they were like that before. He shakes it off and hurries away, content to get lost in his thoughts while minding his new plant buddy.

#OC: Tytus #MC: Tytus #duality fanfic #duality keith #Duality vn #fanfic #barely proofread #I might do one for Tenebris later #Not sure yet #CH: Keith

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fxckadoodledoomunson · 6 months

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Negligence |FINALE|

Summary: On the night before Corroded Coffin fly out to LA, you and the band go out for drinks. When you finally make a decision about your future with Eddie, something or someone gets in the way.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, misunderstandings, alcohol consumptions, vomiting.

Author’s Note: Apologies for not updating. Been having massive writer’s block. But I hope you enjoy the final chapter.

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A few weeks had passed since Eddie kissed you, weeks since he told you that he would wait for you.

Since then, you’ve been going through the pros and cons of being a relationship with him.

“Sweetheart?” You heard Eddie say, as you sat quietly in his van. “You okay?” Eddie asked, as he drove to Gareth’s home. “You’ve been quiet since you left the video store.”

You turned to look at him, and smiled softly, before replying, “Yeah, just tired. You know, with training Brenda and Lee since Keith’s still in recovery and Robin visiting her aunt.”

“And no doubt Harrington busy flirting with customers, only to find that they have boyfriends.”

You laughed at Eddie’s comment when you felt his hand on top of your head. He then proceeded to tousle your hair, as he commented, “There’s my favourite sound.”

You smiled, as he moved his hand back on the wheel, deciding not to mention to him about the conversation you had heard earlier…

While Steve was at the front counter, you were training Brenda and Dustin’s new neighbour and a soon to be high school Junior, Lee, who was a movie buff. During the training, you and Brenda quizzed Lee from actors in the movies to which films were banned in which countries.

After Steve had finished serving a customer, you continued to train the other two when you heard the door open again.

You looked up to find Eddie standing in front of the counter, and smiled at him when Lee greeted him, “Welcome to Family Video, how can we help?”

Eddie chuckled, before telling him, “Actually, I’m here to see this fair maiden.”

He pointed to you, as he winked at you, which made you giggle.

“I thought you were meeting the guys,” you said.

“Yeah, I am,” Eddie replied. “I just wanted to ask if you would like to join us.”

“I guess my invite got lost in the mail, Munson,” Steve said sarcastically, as he was updating the database when Brenda lightly smacked his arm, as you told Eddie, “I’d like to. But I’ve got my bike-“

“Not to worry, I can put it in the van,” Eddie interjected.

You smiled, as you replied, while giving him your bike lock key, “Okay. I just need to go over some more training stuff, and then I’ll be ready.”

“I’ll wait by the carriage, milady,” Eddie replied, as he bowed to you, making you and Brenda giggle.

As soon as Eddie was leaving, Steve sarcastically said, “Thanks for inviting the rest of us.”

“No one’s stopping you guys from coming, Harrington,” Eddie chortled, before telling him, as he started walking out. “Don’t work too hard, big boy!”

As Eddie went out and grabbed your bike to put in the van, you, Brenda and Lee laughed, while Steve shook his head, grumbling, “I hate him sometimes.”

After going through the last part of the training, you asked them if they were okay with doing the job on their own.

“I’m sure we’ll be okay,” Brenda replied. “If we get stuck, we can ask Steve. You have fun tonight.”

“Are you guys gonna come for drinks later?” You asked.

“I’ll be there,” Steve replied. “But I’ll be a little late. I have a date with Naomi at Enzo’s after I pick up Henderson.”

“Hey, before you go on your date, can I ride with you too?” Lee pleaded. “Last time, I got on the wrong bus and got lost.”

Steve huffed, when you silently gestured to him to give the young boy a ride.

“Okay,” Steve responded, before sternly telling him, whilst pointing at him with a video tape. “But if I find even a speck of dirt on my carpet, your ass is grass.”

Lee nervously nodded, when you assured him, “Ignore him. Dustin wipes his feet in the car all the time, and he still drives him.”

You then turned to Brenda and asked if she was coming.

“I’m seeing Aliens with David tonight, so I can’t make it.”

“Okay, I hope you guys enjoy the movie,” you told her, as you went to grab your bag from the break room, when you looked up at the work schedule on the wall. Earlier, you noticed that you had a week off the same week as the band being away, which you were suspicious about. When you asked Steve about it before, he shrugged before he mentioned that you were working everyday for the past weeks and that you needed to take a vacation to rest. As you were stepping out of the break room, you overheard an unaware Steve and Brenda talking about you and Eddie.

“If she wants to be with Eddie, she’ll be with him in her own time,” Brenda told Steve in a hushed tone.

“Wait, I thought that they were already dating,” Lee interjected.

“Well, she needs to get with him, before someone else snatches him away from her,” Steve told them.

Your heart sank, hearing him say that. Eddie did say that he would wait for you, but how long would it be before he decided to be with someone else?

Back in the present, you and Eddie were parked outside Gareth’s house, waiting for the rest of the boys to come out. You sat in silence again, waiting for the others to come when Eddie gently tapped your shoulder, and softly asked, “Hey, are you sure that you’re okay?”

You nodded, and replied, “Yeah.”

Suddenly, Eddie pressed his hand against your forehead, which made you furrow your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Just checking your temperature,” Eddie replied, as he pressed his other hand against his own forehead.

You lightly slapped his hand away, as you giggled. “I’m okay, really,” you told him.

“Okay, I won’t ask again,” Eddie chortled as he raised his hands, before slapping them back on the wheel.

You turned your head and kept your eye out for the others, while Eddie frantically tapped the wheel when he focused on you. I know I should wait, he thought. But I really want to tell her now.

Eddie cleared his throat, before saying your name. You turned to him, and told him, “I told you before, Eddie, I’m okay-“

“I wasn’t gonna ask that,” Eddie interjected.

Your face softened, as you watched him rummaging through his pockets. Wondering what he was reaching for, you heard him say, “There’s something I can’t wait to-“

“Boo!”

The pair of you screamed in fright, as Eddie grabbed your hand, seeing Gareth pressing his face against the window, pulling faces at you.

“Jesus Christ, Emerson!” Eddie scolded, as a laughing Gareth got in the back seat, followed by Jeff and Grant. “Are you trying to kill us?”

“Well maybe if you two weren’t so occupied, you would’ve seen us,” Gareth retorted, as he and the others put on their seatbelts when he asked, “So, are you gonna drive, Munson? Or are you gonna just sit and hold her hand?”

The other boys snickered, as you and Eddie looked down at your hands, making you blush. Realising that he was holding on to yours, Eddie immediately moved his hand away and placed it on the wheel, before turning the ignition. As he started driving to the Hideout, Eddie looked over to you, laughing at something Jeff said, as he thought to himself, I need to tell her tonight.

A few moments later, you and the band parked outside the Hideout. You were about to open your door when Eddie stopped you. “I’ll get that for you,” he said, as he got out of the van and rushed to your side, to let you out.

As he took your hand and helped you out of the van, you both heard Gareth mock, “Will a certain gentleman help us out too?”

You turned to find three of the guys raising their hands daintily towards Eddie’s direction, whilst suppressing their laughter. You then shifted your attention to Eddie who smirked at them, reaching for Gareth’s hand, before flipping the guys off, causing you to slap his hand down, as you laughed, “Eddie!”

After Eddie told the boys to get out of the van, you all started to make your way through bar, as Eddie had put his arm around your shoulder, with the rest of the group behind them, whispering. “So, you think she’ll say yes?” Grant quietly asked.

“Well, I hope so,” Jeff replied. “Otherwise, he planned it all for nothing.”

As you all went over to a booth, you were greeted by Tom, who turned to the new barmaid, Lottie, and told her your usual drinks.

You first saw her about a week ago when you went to have a drink with Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie, before both women went away, but you had never spoken to her.

You watched Lottie grab the pint glasses and started pouring a couple of beers when you heard Eddie say, “I’ll go and pay for the drinks.”

You turned to him, as you watched him stand up, and walking up to the bar, before he started chatting to Lottie, whilst giving her the money.

You then heard Gareth comment on how hot she was.

“And a little too old for you,” Grant said, as he nudged him, making Jeff laugh.

“Hey! I might have a chance,” Gareth retorted.

“Yeah, in your dreams,” Jeff sarcastically said, as he tousled his hair.

You watched the brunette placing the glasses on a tray, as the rest of the guys changed the subject and started talking about the trip and audition. You didn’t join in the conversation, as you were busy staring at Eddie and Lottie chatting and laughing, when suddenly, you saw Lottie looking over at you, before saying something to Eddie. You were pretty sure that she was asking him if you were his girlfriend, as you were trying to lip read before she pointed at you to him. He turned his head to look at your direction, before turning back and shook his head.

Your heart sank, unsure what she was saying to him, as she leaned over to grab a packet of pork rinds to give to him. You then witnessed him laughing, assuming that she was flirting him, after she winked at him. Suddenly, you had a flashback to what Steve told Brenda and Lee earlier…

“She needs to get with him, before someone else snatches him away from her.”

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud familiar feminine laugh. You looked over to one of the other booths to find Gwen sitting with a red haired concerned woman. You could see that Gwen had too much to drink, as she started to ramble, before she turned to face you.

“Do you know her?” Grant asked, as he noticed her glaring at you.

“Just someone from that double date I went to with Steve,” you mumbled, as you watched her get up when she started to stumble. Luckily, her friend grabbed her in time and started walking her out of the door. Suddenly, Gwen stumbled close to your booth, and slurred, “What are you looking at?”

“Gwen, come on,” her friend sternly told her, as she pulled her away. As they were leaving, her friend gave you an apologetic look, as she mouthed, “Sorry.”

After they left, the boys asked if you were okay when Eddie approached the booth with the tray of drinks, as he apologised, “Sorry for the wait. I was giving Lottie recommendations for places to visit in Indianapolis.”

After he placed the tray down, he asked you, whilst sitting next to you, “You okay? I saw what happened with that woman.”

“I’m okay,” you replied, as he passed your drink to you. “I just hope that she and her friend will get home okay.”

“So, other than that, what did I miss?”

“Gareth thinks that he stands a chance with Lottie,” Jeff chortled.

Eddie laughed, before telling Gareth, “No offence, dude. But, you’re not her type.”

What’s that supposed to mean? You thought, Does Eddie like her?

The boys continued to tease Gareth, who slammed his hand on the table, as he interrupted, “Okay! Enough! Are we gonna drink or what?”

You felt relieved that Gareth stopped them going any further. After he and everyone else grabbed their drinks, Eddie smiled, as he lifted his glass, before making a toast, “To Corroded Coffin. And to the success that the band will receive.”

You and the rest of the band cheered, as you all clinked your glasses together, “To Corroded Coffin!”

A couple of rounds later, Eddie got up from his seat, and announced that he was getting another drink, before asking everyone else if they wanted another drink. “Remember, you’ve had two beers so far,” Grant pointed out. “So maybe-“

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna get a root beer,” Eddie chuckled, as you gave him some cash. “Thanks sweetheart,” he said, as he winked at you, before heading to the bar once again.

As you watched Eddie talking to Lottie, you noticed that she playfully patted his shoulder, making your heart sink once more. You sighed, as you watched Eddie laugh at something Lottie said, before you got up from your seat, deciding to go up to Eddie.

Maybe Steve’s right, you thought to yourself. If I don’t do it, he’ll find someone else.

You quickly walked towards the bar and tapped Eddie’s shoulder, as you called his name, prompting him to turn to you. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie began to ask. “Did you want something else?”

You began to stammer, as you shifted your attention back and forth between him and Lottie, who was leaning towards the bar. “Cat got your tongue, pet?” She chuckled, revealing a Scottish accent.

You froze for a moment when Eddie softly asked, “Are you okay?”

“Looks like someone could do with a strong bevvy,” you heard Lottie say, finally snapping yourself out.

Before Eddie could say anything, you blurted, “Just need the restroom.”

Eddie went to grab your hand, but you swiftly stormed through the door, making him lean forward against the bar, feeling confused.

“You don’t think she thinks that we’re…?” Eddie began to ask Lottie, who responded with a grimacing expression, “God, I hope not. No offence, pet.”

Eddie chuckled, before replying, whilst raising his hands, “Hey! None taken.”

Lottie giggled, as she poured his drink while Eddie rummaging through his jacket pocket when he started cursing, “Shit, where is it?”

“Lost something?” Lottie asked, as she watched him search for something.

“I thought I had the envelope with me,” Eddie commented, as he stood up and rummaged through his pockets.

“No no no, this can’t be happening,” he started to groan. “Where the-?!”

“Okay, calm down,” Lottie interjected, as she placed her hand on his shoulder, before telling him to take deep breaths. After he did what she said, Lottie asked him, “Is there anywhere else it could be?”

Eddie tried to remember where the envelope was when he cursed, as he remembered where he left it, “Shit.”

He raced through the bar when Jeff stopped him, “Dude, where are you going?”

“I left the envelope back in the trailer,” Eddie panted, before telling the boys to keep you distracted until he came back.

Meanwhile in the restroom, you were splashing cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down. “Just do it,” you told yourself. “Tell him that you’re ready to be with him.”

Am I though? You thought to yourself. Or am I just doing it because I don’t want him to be with Lottie? Am I really threatened by her closeness with him in a short period of time?

You groaned, as you leaned your head back, feeling confused.

Suddenly, the door swung open, making you jump.

Standing in front of the door was Lottie, who commented, “Someone’s a wee wet.”

She giggled, as you rapidly grabbed a paper towel and dried your face. You then threw it in the bin when Lottie bluntly told you, “You know, Eddie talks about you whenever he comes to the bar.”

You froze, worried about what he told her, as Lottie looked in the mirror, smoothing her hair. “He’s very keen on you.”

You remained silent when you heard her say, “So, whatever you think, about me and Eddie, it’s never gonna happen. Believe me, he’s not my type.”

You couldn’t help but feel relieved, knowing that Eddie’s relationship with Lottie was platonic and also, that he was keen on you. Suddenly, you heard her mumble, as she leaned against the sink, “Or any fella for that matter.”

Your ears perked up, hearing her confession.

Wait, is she…? You thought as you turned to face her, when she admitted, “There’s only a few people who know that about me. Not that I intended on telling a lot of people in this town. I mean, hearing how Eddie had been treated in the past by people in this town because of his taste in music and he plays his Dungeon Dragons…thingy, it made me wonder how people will be if they-“

“Don’t think that,” you interjected. You then sighed, before telling her. “It shouldn’t matter what other people think. It’s not their business.”

Lottie lightly chuckled, before telling you as she started walking towards the door, “That’s exactly what Eddie told me.” She then turned to you, continuing to speak. “I think you and him really need to talk.”

As she was about to leave when you called her name, prompting her to face you.

“Yes?” She spoke.

“Never say Dungeon Dragons thingy in front of Eddie,” you advised her. “He’ll get easily offended.”

Lottie chuckled, before telling you, “I know. Just seeing reaction makes me laugh.”

You giggled, as she started to walk out of the restroom.

After you watched her leave, you gathered up your thoughts, deciding to tell Eddie about what you wanted.

You rushed out of the restroom and looked over at the bar, searching for Eddie. Seeing that he was nowhere to be found, you assumed that he was outside, having a cigarette.

As you were walking out of the bar, Jeff asked you, “Hey where are you going?”

You turned to the boys, before replying, “Oh, I’m just going to find Eddie. I’ll be back.”

The boys tried to stop you, but you had already ran outside, only to find Gwen wrapping her arms around Eddie’s neck, giving him a sloppy kiss.

At that moment, you felt your heart break, like the first time you saw him kiss Chrissy. You stumbled backwards, before turning around to go back inside with tears in your eyes.

As soon as you stormed back to the bar, you heard Gareth asked, “Hey, is he still outside?”

From behind the bar, Lottie frowned, seeing you teary eyed. The boys tried getting your attention, when you turned to the booth and snatched your bag from the floor, before stomping back outside.

You stopped to find that Eddie was now on his own, as he was getting in his van, before you stomped towards it. Eddie was about to turn on the ignition when he heard the back doors open. Assuming that someone was robbing him, he got out of his van, and rushed to the back, as he shouted! “Hey! Whoever you are, you can’t come here and open-“

Eddie froze, as he saw you grabbing your bike, pulling it out. “Sweetheart?” He softly asked. “W-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You growled, as you avoided eye contact with him. “I’m getting my bike.”

“Why?”

Eddie noticed that tears were rolling down your cheeks, as he asked, “What’s wrong?Has someone upset you?”

As you silently took out your helmet from your bag, and put it on, Eddie pleaded, “Please talk to me, sweetheart. This isn’t about Lottie, is it?”

You grabbed your bike and started walking away, when Eddie followed you, as he continued to speak, “Look, there’s nothing going on between us, we’re just friends-“

“What about Gwen then?!” You snapped, as you stopped and glared at Eddie.

“Gwen?” Eddie paused, realising that you meant the girl David liked before. “Wait, you mean David’s old crush, Gwen? I’ve never met her-“

“Bullshit, Eddie! I saw you kiss her just now!”

Realising that the woman who kissed him was Gwen, he clapped his hand over his mouth, before lowering it down, as he tried to explain, “Sweetheart, it’s not what you think-“

You shook your head, and started to walk away, as you interrupted, “You know what, Eddie? I don’t want to hear it. You said that you would wait-“

“I am,” Eddie responded, as he stopped you by standing in front of you, holding the handlebars. “I am waiting until you’re ready, like I promised. You gotta believe me.”

You shook your head once more, as you moved your bike away from Eddie, making him let go of the handlebars. As you got on your bike, Eddie tearfully pleaded, “Sweetheart, please…”

“Goodbye, Eddie,” you sniffled.

As you peddled away, Eddie squatted down and covered his face, as he burst into tears, unaware that the fallout was witnessed by the rest of the band and Lottie, as well as Gwen’s friend.

All through the night, Eddie did nothing but sat at the bar, plying himself with leftover alcoholic drinks. But it wasn’t enough to stop the heartbreak after you left. He wished that he went after you, to explain what happened with and Gwen, but it was too late. The boys tried to stop him from drinking himself to death, but he refused to stop. “What’s the point?” Eddie slurred. “She’ll never speak to me again. I’ve screwed up my chance to be with her.”

Suddenly, Lottie huffed, as she snatched the bottle from him.

“Hey!” He continued to slur, as he leaned over to grab it back when he nearly fell off his stool. Luckily, Jeff and Grant caught him in time.

After they stood him up, he tried to grab the bottle when Lottie scolded him, “You’ve had enough, mister.”

“What’s going on?” A male voice asked. Eddie turned to find a worried Steve standing behind him. “Eddie, man…what’s wrong?” Steve asked, before asking where you were.

Suddenly, Eddie started sobbing, as he leaned towards the bar and covering his face with his crossed arms.

Steve turned to the boys and asked them what happened.

Grant explained that you went to find Eddie and caught him and Gwen kissing. Steve was surprised to hear that his former date kissed one of his friends.

Suddenly, Eddie muffled something.

“What?” Steve asked, when Eddie lifted his head and slurred, “I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. I told her that I wasn’t interested in her, and that I liked…”

Eddie continued to sob when Lottie placed her hand on his shoulder, and told him, “I think you need to go home. Sleep it off.”

“She’s right,” Gareth told him. “We have a flight tomorrow-“

“I’m not going!” Eddie interjected, whilst shaking his head. “We won’t pass the audition! What’s the point?”

Eddie rested his head on his arms, while everyone exchanged glances, wondering what to do.

After a short discussion, Lottie and Steve agreed that she and Grant would take Eddie home, while Steve took the other guys home.

On the ride back to the trailer park, Lottie was keeping an eye on Eddie, while Grant drove.

Once they had arrived at Forest Hills, both Lottie and Grant got out and carried Eddie back to the trailer.

“Jesus, how can someone so skinny be so heavy?” Lottie complained, as they continued to carry Eddie to the trailer when Grant noticed a familiar bike leaning against the trailer. It can’t be, can it? He thought to himself.

While Eddie rambled, Grant told Lottie to open the door.

“Shouldn’t he have a key on him?” Lottie asked.

“I don’t think he needs it,” Grant replied.

As soon as a confused Lottie opened the door, Grant’s suspicions were confirmed.

There you were, sitting on the couch, eyes puffy from crying earlier.

Eddie looked up, as he slurred your name.

You gazed at him with concern, as you sat silently.

You were about to open your mouth to speak when Eddie stumbled away from Lottie and Grant, and landed on his knees in front of you, as he muttered your name.

“You have to bel-” Eddie slurred when he suddenly starting vomiting in front of you, making Grant and Lottie groan.

Realising that he puked on your shoes, he profusely apologised as you sympathetically gazed at him.

“Come on, let’s go to the bathroom,” Grant told him, as he lifted Eddie up to his feet, and started taking him into bathroom, when Eddie vomited near the back door. Lottie turned to you, watching you take your vomit covered shoes off, as she asked you, “So…why did you come here?”

While Grant was keeping Eddie company in the bathroom, you and Lottie were outside, cleaning vomit off your shoes. You began to explain to her that on the way back home, you encountered Gwen and her friend…

You were peddling through town, as you continued to sob when you stopped and got off your bike, before sitting down on the nearest bench.

You continued to sob when you heard a vehicle parked near you, before the passenger back door opened. You looked up, seeing Gwen, who had started vomiting from a car.

Suddenly, you heard a female voice say, “Sorry about her.”

You shifted your attention to her friend, who was sitting in the front passenger seat with an older man, whom you assumed were either girls’ father, in the driver’s seat.

“I told her not to drink so much,” she told you.

“Wish I never kissed that guy,” you heard Gwen slur. “All I wanted was weed from him.”

You furrowed your brow, as you muttered, “What?”

Suddenly, her friend admitted, “It was my fault, I should’ve kept an eye on her.”

You stared at her with confusion when her friend explained that while she was calling her dad to pick them up, Gwen went up to Eddie and drunkenly flirted with him, just to score some weed, but Eddie refused her advances. She also mentioned that when Gwen kissed him, he scolded her, telling her that he wasn’t dealing anymore and he liked someone else.

“I’m guessing that someone else was you,” she said. After hearing her side of the story, you deeply sighed, feeling guilty for not letting Eddie explain himself.

Before you could respond, Gwen groaned, “He wasn’t even hot anyway.”

As Gwen had shut the back door, you were about to say something when her friend lowly told you, “Ignore her.”

Suddenly, the dad told the girl, “Michelle, we should get Gwen home.”

He then turned to you, and asked you, “Do you want a ride? I’ve got a bike rack on my car if you want to use it.”

You thanked him, before deciding where to go. You thought about going home, but you couldn’t face your parents’ questions. Instead, you asked him to take you to the trailer park…

“That’s why I came here, so I could hear it from Eddie,” you explained to Lottie. “But then of course…”

Lottie knew what you meant. “He started having leftover booze after you left,” she replied. “The lads and I tried to stop him from drinking, but he just wouldn’t stop.”

You silently cleaned your shoes, as you both heard Eddie vomit, and Grant comforting him. Lottie looked over at the door, before shifting her attention to you, when you suddenly quietly told her, “Listen, Lottie. About earlier, I’m sorry if I made you feel that you had to…come out to me like that. I guess I was little…“

“Jealous?” Lottie asked.

You slowly nodded, before mumbling, “I know, it’s stupid…and I shouldn’t have-“

Suddenly, she had let out a little chuckle whilst shaking her head, “No need to apologise. It’s okay. Besides, I figured that Robin was also into girls, especially the way that Steve fella mentioned a girl named Vickie to her, and I figured that you and the others knew too. So, I trust you guys.”

You were silent for a moment, before asking, “And does Eddie know that…?”

“Oh aye, he figured it out after he caught me staring at that Nancy girl.”

You giggled, as Lottie retorted, “What? I thought she was hot. Well, both girls are.”

“Should I be offended that you don’t think I am?” You bantered.

Lottie laughed, before telling you, “Of course you are, but I wouldn’t steal a friend’s woman.”

You both laughed, as you continued to scrub your shoes, when Grant came outside and told you, “Hey, Eddie’s stopped puking, I’m gonna try and get him to sleep. He’s gonna have one hell of a headache in the morning.”

You nodded, as Grant went back inside and took Eddie to his room.

Lottie turned to you and asked, “So, when do you need to get home?”

You shook your head, before telling her, “I told my parents that I’m staying. Besides…” Suddenly, you took out an envelope with your name on it, and opened it, revealing a couple of plane tickets and your passport.

Lottie gaped, as you were about to speak when you both heard Grant say, “That’s why he went to his van earlier. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

You both looked up at him, as you told him, “I guess that explains why my suitcase was in his room.”

Grant sighed, before telling you, “Eddie felt guilty for not telling you about the audition sooner. So…he called Charlie a few weeks ago and asked if we could bring you along.”

You and Lottie gaped, as he continued to speak, “And…he may have exaggerated a little bit, saying that you were-“

“He didn’t tell him that I was his girlfriend, did he?” You interjected.

“Actually, he said that you were our second drummer.”

“Oh,” you exclaimed.

“Why did he do that?” Lottie asked.

“Well, Eddie didn’t think that he would say yes if he said that you were his girlfriend,” he told you, as he sat on the chair near you and Lottie. “He figured it would’ve been unprofessional. Besides, it wasn’t a lie. You did play.”

“Yeah, once,” you retorted.

“Still, you played. Besides, he still haven’t had a chance to perform with you. His words.”

You looked over to Eddie’s window silently, thinking about going, but then you remembered about your family and colleagues.

You shook your head, before telling him, “I don’t know. It’s too short notice. I mean, how am I gonna tell-“

“It’s okay, your folks know. And Harrington.”

You gaped, as Grant explained. “He asked if it was okay, and as long as you wanted to, it was fine with them. Mary and Carver even helped getting some of your stuff and your passport. She figured that you might say yes.”

“Wow,” Lottie exclaimed. “That guy really thought ahead.”

You were astonished that, not only everyone knew about the surprise, but they also helped arrange it for you. You sat silently, as you thought about what to do next.

Eddie woke up the next morning to the sound of the toilet flushing, with a bad headache and a horrible taste in his mouth. He began to groan, as he rubbed his eyes.

As he sat up, he looked at the eyesore in front of him. His suitcase, only his suitcase. He remembered that you came over, sadly sighing as he noticed that your suitcase was gone, assuming that you took it when you went home. The real kicker was seeing the envelope on his bedside table.

He didn’t bother checking the contents inside. He figured that you saw it and freaked out, deciding not to go with him, taking your passport back.

He sniffled, trying to hold back the tears, as he got out of bed, before Wayne would scold him for not getting up.

As he ambled out of his bedroom, he saw Wayne grab the van key. As soon as Wayne looked up at him, Eddie was sure that he was going to lecture him about last night, if any of the neighbours grassed him up for coming home drunk. Instead, Wayne greeted him, before telling him, “I’m gonna pick the boys up now. So, make sure that you’re ready to go by the time I get back, okay?”

Eddie silently nodded, trying to hold back the tears. After Wayne left, he squatted down and broke down in tears, as your last word to him, before you walked away replayed in his mind.

All through the journey to the airport, Eddie sat in the front passenger seat in silence, while the boys were chatting in the back.

After finally reaching the airport, the boys got out their luggage of the van. Eddie grabbed his suitcase, before hugging Wayne goodbye.

Suddenly, Wayne told his nephew, “I know that you wanted her to come. But you two can talk after you come back.”

“I doubt she will talk to me,” Eddie tearfully mumbled against Wayne’s shoulder. “I screwed up.”

Wayne moved back and wiped the tears away from his nephew’s face, before wishing him luck.

After checking in with the airline, the boys went through security, and waited at the gate for the plane to board.

The boys finally went through the gate, after a couple of hours of delays, and boarded onto the plane.

As the rest of the boys found their seats, Eddie found his, not far from them, and took out his campaign book, placing it in his seat, before putting his hand luggage inside the overhead compartment. He then picked up his book before sitting down.

He huffed, as he opened it, trying to pick up from what he had written. However, he couldn’t focus on it, partly because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and what to say if he saw you again.

“Nervous about the flight?” He heard a feminine voice next to him ask.

He exhaled, before replying to the person beside him, “Not just that.”

“Missing family already?”

Eddie sighed, whilst shaking his head before responding, “I…wanted to surprise someone with this trip, but I screwed up.”

There was a short silence between him and the fellow passenger, before he heard the question, “What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He sighed once more, before explaining, “I had planned to surprise this girl last night with the plane tickets, but I was stupid. I forgot them.”

He then mentioned about Gwen kissing him, and the repercussions of it, resulting in him trying to explain to you what happened, only for you to leave.

“I guess she found out about the tickets, and freaked out,” Eddie softly said. “I mean, her suitcase was gone and the envelope was at my place, so…”

Eddie paused, as he turned to find the person next to him, holding Brave New World close to the passenger’s face.

Eddie furrowed his brow, as he recognised the tattered cover with a familiar bat doodled on the corner of it.

It can’t be, can it? Eddie thought, before he mumbled your name. The book was lowered down to the table, revealing your face.

A flabbergasted Eddie gazed at you, as you greeted him, before he stammered, “B-but, how-?”

He quickly turned to his not-so-shocked bandmates, who waved at you, before shifting his attention back to you, as you smiled at him.

“I don’t understand,” Eddie softly said. “I thought you-“

“Freaked out about the tickets and left?” You asked.

He nodded, before you explained to him about what Michelle said about his kiss with Gwen, and that Grant told you the tickets were supposed to be a surprise for you.

“I stayed overnight while Tom took Grant and Lottie home. My dad picked me up early this morning and took me to the airport after Wayne got back.”

“And did he know…?”

“Mrs Wicks snitched on you, as soon as he arrived home, but I explained what happened.”

“I guess that explains why he didn’t lecture me this morning.”

You gave him a small smile, before asking him, “How’s your hangover?”

“A little better. I’m sorry for puking on your shoes,” he replied, causing you to roll your eyes, as you giggled.

“It’s okay. They’re clean now, with help from Lottie.”

Suddenly, the pilot started making an announcement over a tannoy, in regards to the plane taking off shortly.

After everyone had put on their seatbelts, you turned to Eddie, after he called your name, gaining your attention.

“Yes, Eddie?” You asked.

“About Lottie…you should know, I’m not attracted to her-“

“I know,” you interjected. “She told me that you were keen on me. And she also made it abundantly clear that you weren’t her type.”

Eddie lightly chuckled, before asking you, “So…are we…okay?”

You smiled, as you took his hand into yours, before telling him, “Yeah, we are.”

Eddie smiled back, before lifting your hand and kissed the back of it.

As you lowered it back down, you began to confess, “Eddie, after I thought about going with you guys, I had thought about…us.”

Eddie gulped, nervous about what you were going to say, as you exhaled, before telling him, “I do…want to be with you, and I thought I was ready, but…I think that I still need more time. I know that Steve said I should get with you before someone else takes you-“

“Sweetheart.”

You stopped talking, as Eddie told you, “It’s okay, I can wait. And don’t listen to Harrington…I haven’t got my eye on anyone else right now, so…we can take it slow, whenever you’re ready.”

“Really?”

Eddie nodded, before replying, “Really.”

You smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder, waiting for the plane to take off.

Neither of you weren’t sure what the future held for you both, but Eddie had hope that one day, you would be ready to be his.

#stranger things au #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

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laurfilijames · 8 months

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Like My Dreams

Characters: Pete Dunham, the GSE boys, Steve Dunham

Words: 820

Warnings: Mentions of near death experiences, scars and bruises/wounds on face and neck. Mention of blood and trying to control bleeding. Broken leg/use of crutches. Swearing. Drinking

Summary: Steve takes Pete home after he is released from the hospital after almost succumbing to his injuries from the fight with Tommy and the NGO.

A/N: I love Pete and he deserved so much better, so I'm fixing it. This will be a series and will follow the plot of the film aside from the obvious...

This introduction is short, but sweet, and I just needed to get it out of my system and have this hooligan be okay again 💗

If you're interested in being tagged in this please comment, send an ask or DM me!

A big thank you to my friend @stealfromthedevil who lent me her expertise in British slang so I could get it just right 💗

Pete Dunham Masterlist

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Each bump in the road made his head hurt, but even with that, Pete couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

He was going home.

"Bruv," he pleaded one more time, "I really just want to stop in for a pint and see the lads. I don't think that's too much to ask considering you were almost an only child again."

Steve gave him an exasperated glance, his lips thinning even as Pete's grew into what he obviously thought was a convincing grin, and focused back on the road with a sigh.

"And I'll remind you how I almost fucking kicked it, too."

"Yeah, yeah," Pete sang, a solumness washing over him as he looked away from the scar on Steve's neck and out the window, recalling seeing his older brother bleeding out while his hands and clothes were stained in his blood as he had tried to apply pressure to the wound that nearly took his life.

He stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, not wanting to go home, and definitely not wanting to go back to Steve and Shannon's even though they nagged him to, his heart yearning for some form of normalcy after all he'd been through and the days upon days he'd lay stuck in a hospital bed.

The lads had all visited, of course, usually to the disapproval of every nurse and doctor in the vicinity, each member of the GSE doing whatever they could to help the leader of their firm see through to another day.

Pete hadn't been paying attention to the route Steve was taking when he realized they had stopped out front of Brigid Abbey Pub, his brother giving him a somewhat defeated nod as he switched the ignition off.

He was home.

If he didn't need fucking crutches to walk because of his broken leg, he would've ran inside, but instead remained as patient as he could as Steve helped him out of the car, the motion from sitting to standing making him dizzy, and walked slowly with him through the door.

The air inside felt different; the all-too familiar smell he could recount just by thinking about it suddenly seemed foreign, and the usual buzzing feel of The Abbey had fizzled out, almost as though he had actually died.

As he hobbled through to the back table and their usual spot, other patrons began to take notice, whispering and nudging their mates to turn and see both Dunham brothers, alive and almost-well, returning to the place they would always be known as legends.

They were all there; Dave, Bovver, Ned, Ike, Keith and Swill, nearly mowing each other down to get out of the booth and off their chairs to get to him first.

"Aye, aye! Take it easy, lads!" Pete warned through a laugh, all of them quickly settling and taking turns in opting for a gentler hug than they would've liked in seeing the still-fragile state of their mate.

It was a fast and frantic spill of words and stories as they all struggled to talk at once, making his head pound from the sudden excitement, but he smiled through it, having missed his crazy and loyal brotherhood more than he ever imagined.

Steve watched from the bar as Terry fetched their beers, happy to see his brother laughing and breathing, his eyes watering as the emotion of almost watching him die came over him for the billionth time.

"You alright, Major?" Dave asked, coming up to help him bring all the pints over to the table.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," Steve blinked, "I'm just- it's just nice to see this."

Dave smiled, his own eyes reflecting the light more than usual, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

They finished their round and ordered another, Pete planted firmly in his seat and refusing to leave yet even though Steve tried to usher him out the door more than once.

"I'll take him round to yours when he's had enough, eh?" Dave offered, and not wanting to rid his brother of the first good thing he'd had happen to him since his brush with death, Steve agreed.

"Cheers, Dave. Always the responsible pilot," Steve nodded, getting his wallet out of his pocket and tossing a few notes on the table for more beers. He looked down at Pete, those boyish blue eyes beaming up at him just as they had all those times he was a kid getting into trouble, the scars and flaws on his face unable to take away from his high-spirited expression.

"You," he pointed, "Go easy."

"Yes, mum!" Pete called, hitting his hand on the table in celebration.

Steve walked through the bar, smiling and shaking his head when he heard Pete say to them in the distance; "Aye! I wanna hear all the eulogies you cunts wrote out for me. Better have been singing my praises!"

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Part 1

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#pete dunham #green street hooligans #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam characters

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slavicviking · 6 months

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In the mood for some delicious miscommunicatio trope for steddie so here we are >:) part 1 of ??

wc: 1281

tags: friends with benefits, requitted unrequitted love, idiot4idiot

Love sucks.

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You’re supposed to have my back, Robin,” Steve sighs and slumps against the counter.

“I do have your back,” she replies with a light pat on the shoulder. “I am, though, going to ask you to stop moping over the counter, dingus. I just wiped it down a moment ago.”

“That’s so rude. Maybe crying over this counter is exactly what I need right now, you know?”

“Don’t. The stench of boy-desperation is going to seep in.”

Steve snorts. At least with Robin here the Monday morning shift is not so overwhelmingly, mind-numbingly boring. There’s only so many times Steve can reorganize the backroom, trying not to think about, well, The Situation.

Robin hands him a small packet of skittles from a bowl as peace-offering. If they’re lucky Keith will never notice. “Okay, but, really – I think you should consider it.”

“It’s not that easy, Rob,” he sighs, wincing when the customer bell sounds from the doors, even more when he sees who it is.

“Howdy,” Eddie greets them before diving straight into the horror section of the store. Steve sees Robin follow him with her eyes, her lips pulled down at the corners. He knows that look and though he appreciates her feeling protective over him, Steve is past his need or desire for any sort of escalating drama, especially within a group as tightly-knit as the Party. His hand lands in hers under the counter and squeezes.

Eddie comes back around ten minutes later, a video tape in hand. The plain T-shirt and the usual ripped jeans don’t look like much but Steve still finds it too magnetic to look away.

“The Shining?” Steve quirks an eyebrow. “A bit too mainstream for you, isn’t it?”

“It’s a classic, Stevie,” Eddie grins before leaning closer, twirling a lock of hair between his fingers, and if Steve didn’t know any better he’d say Eddie looked nervous. Which - ridiculous. Nothing to be nervous about, not in Eddie’s case anyway. “Actually, I was wondering. I mean, it is a classic, right? Already mentioned that, um. But we could watch it together. If you’d like. No pressure, or anything.”

Before Steve can reply, the bell over the doors rings again and in a flurry of motions a chipper blonde runs up to the counter of Family Video, a dimpled smile plastered over her face. Jenna, if Steve recalls correctly – Robin’s year.

“Hi, Steve!” she greets loudly, hair pulled up in a high ponytail bouncing up and down. “I didn’t know you worked here. I mean, I did, I’ve been here before. Breakfast Club, remember? Anyway, after the earthquake I kind of thought you’d jump the ship. I mean, I would, but parents, you know?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve blinks. “Guess I stayed.”

“Glad you did,” Jenna giggles, slim fingers just barely grazing over Steve’s arm. Enough to cause goosebumps. “Anyway, I’m here to return Fast Times for my brother. He was supposed to but he’s apparently too busy with basketball.”

Steve knows how this conversation should go, would have gone a few months ago, probably. He would ask about her brother and basketball, throw in a quip or two, maybe flex his arms, wink. It would work perfectly, too. And Jenna – she’s sweet, all dimples and cute skirts, colorful ribbons in her hair. She’s everything he should want right now – something easy and stable and realistic. But he can’t help but let his eyes drift to Eddie, how quiet he has gotten all of a sudden, maybe stressed about Jenna and the jock crowd she usually falls into; maybe because she feels eerily similar to how Chrissy used to be. Who knows.

In the end Steve just smiles politely and tells Jenna the fee to pay in a manner so robotic King Steve would cower in embarrassment at the mere sight. She looks miffed but it doesn’t deter her completely because she slips him a piece of paper with a poignant look shot Robin’s way. As if Robin was her greatest competition. Turn around, a little bit to the left, and there you’ll have it – the reason Steve Harrington is off the market.

Not that Eddie knows. Or will ever know.

The boundaries he set were pretty clear, Steve gets it.

“Did you see The Look?” Robin snickers next to him once Jenna’s gone and he can’t help but snort because, sure, Steve did have a crush on Robin very briefly what feels like ages ago, but by now the idea of them ever being considered a romantic couple is just laughable. Eddie, though, stays silent, eyebrows dropped low and eyes glued to the door.

Steve decides to bite the bullet.

“I’m game, you know.” Eddie shots him a perplexed look and he feels a hot wave of embarrassment wash over him swiftly. It’s clear Eddie hasn’t given the invitation much thought, maybe didn’t even really mean it in the first place but wanted to be polite. “You know, for, uh, The Shining.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, that,” Eddie shrugs, shoulders rising almost to his ears. “You can come. If you want.”

“Cool.”

Eddie doesn’t linger after that, leaving Family Video with much less vigor than when he entered. Maybe that’s Steve’s effect on people, he muses as he dumps the slip with Jenna’s number into the bin in the backroom. The Steve Experience is an intense one, as he has been notified of before.

“So. What the hell was that?” Robin pokes him in the arm, nails surprisingly sharp and painful.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” Steve sighs. “He hates me. Fuck.”

“He doesn’t, dingus, I promise you,” Robin slings her arm across his chest and leans against his back. Steve loves her so much. “But he’s being super weird. I mean, my guess would be that he got jealous, honestly-“

“You know it isn’t like that. It’s just sex, he said so himself.”

And, okay, so. The Situation.

The weeks following Vecna’s attempt at world-domination royally sucked ass. The NDAs, the nightmares and all-encompassing fear – that Steve knows, that he can deal with on most days. Physical therapy was a nicely added new feature, it at least spiced things up a little. It’s also how Steve and Eddie ended up spending a lot of time together. Becoming friends with Eddie was surprisingly easy, falling for him – a slippery slope.

It's Eddie that suggested their little arrangement and it’s Eddie that has been vocal since the beginning that it’s nothing more than hooking up – blowing off steam, as he once called it. Happened only a handful times, too, and only after one or the other couldn’t sleep because of nightmares. So, really, it’s on Steve to get so attached to an idea that exists only in his own head.

Before they close up, Robin taps him on the shoulder. “You deserve better, Steve, okay? Someone who cares. Just – think about it.”

A slip of paper with a number finds its way into his pocket, second one today but first for a boy; some guy that Robin met via a mutual friend – Dorothy, or whatever. It weighs on his mind the whole drive to the trailer park but the moment Eddie opens the door, it really doesn’t matter anymore, does it?

For once, Steve wants to be in control. And with Eddie looking at his mouth the way he is, Steve feels wanted, desired, however illusory that really is. The kiss grows heated once they enter the trailer but the second he lays Eddie on the couch, a pair of hands pushes him away gently.

“We shouldn’t,” Eddie pants. “We- I don’t think we should do this anymore.”

Fuck.

part 2??

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #st #my writing #i live off drama and drama alone

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