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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 27 days

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Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Jealousy always turns into teasing and banter between you and Steve with him seemingly always able to fluster you. You're finally able to get the best of him, catching him in a very compromising position.

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Pet names. Reader is a tease. Jealous reader. Sub-ish Steve. Semi-public sex. Oral(male receiving). Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 2.9K

It's a slow Saturday afternoon by Family Video standards.

You were glaring at Steve between one of the shelves instead of restocking.

He was shamelessly flirting with yet another customer instead of actually working as you looked on with annoyance.

Her blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail, batting her eyelashes and twirling her bubble gum around her finger before placing it back between her glossed lips as his eyes watched her intently.

You grumbled as you turned back around, shoving the VHS tape clutched in your hand back to its place on the shelf as you heard her laughter followed by, “Oh Steve, you are so funny!”

“He's not that funny, Tiffany.” You mumbled under your breath. “He's used that same joke on at least ten other people this week.”

“What was that, Princess?” You jumped at the sound of his voice, as the rest of the tapes went flying out of your hands hitting the floor as you whirled around.

His elbow was propped against the shelf next to you, much closer than you anticipated when you turned.

“Fuck, Harrington.” You clutched your chest. “Warn someone next time.”

He chuckled as he bent down to pick up the fallen items.

“I thought you heard me walk up. It's not my fault.” He shrugged, standing back up to full height placing everything on the cart in front of him.

“All I heard was obnoxious laughter coming from that bimbo over there.” Looking away from him, missing the way his eyes lit up, chancing a glance at your ass before his tongue darted out licking his lips.

“Princess, if you're jealous just say so.” You scoffed, before he lowered his voice daring to step a little closer to you. “Then, maybe we could do something about it.”

Your breath hitched, but you couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing what his words did to you so, you decided instead to play along. Give him a little taste of his own teasing.

“Steve?” You turned, inching closer to him. A flash of shock passed over his face when you placed your hands on his chest moving up to toy with the collar of his polo before looking up at him through your lashes, giving him your best doe eyes. You watched him gulp, releasing a sharp breath before replying.

“Yeah, princess?” Voice coming out low and soft. No hint of teasing unlike the way he usually hissed the nickname, hesitantly he placed his hands on your hips. His touch sent a spark through you, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing.

You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, as his eyes darted to your lips.

You stood on the tips of your toes, nose grazing his cheek, finally letting your lips ghost the shell of his ear as you spoke.

“In your dreams, big boy.” You grinned, pulling back and giggling as he released the hold he had on you. You didn't look back, pushing the cart down the aisle leaving him there to gawk after you.

You heard him groan and hiss under his breath before quickly darting toward the back into Keith's office.

You laughed again, finally getting the best of Steve Harrington.

You hummed, putting away the returns until you realized it had been at least ten minutes since he disappeared.

You smirked to yourself, steady steps leading to the back of the store stopping short when your hand landed on the knob, but it wouldn't budge.

“Steve, are you okay in there?” You sang, shit eating grin plastered across your face as you knocked.

“Give me a few, I'm fine.” It came muffled but his voice sounded a little strained.

“You sure about that?” You laughed out, suddenly getting a devious idea. You'd been pinning after him for months, though he was seemingly oblivious. Jealousy got the best of you, turning into anger fueled banter. Steve thought you hated him which was far from the truth.

Quickly jogging to the front, you locked the door, turning the closed sign around, and grabbing the spare key beside the register.

You didn't warn him, shoving the key into the lock as it clicked open. Pushing it slowly open, until he came into view sat behind the desk.

His head was thrown back, face flushed with his cheeks the prettiest shade of pink. He was panting, pouty lips parted into an “o”. Your eyes traveled down to where his pants and boxers were shoved down his thighs. His hand fisted around his thick cock, stroking furiously at his ample length.

He raised his head, locking eyes with you as the door slammed against the back wall catching his attention.

Shock overtook his features, as he sat up trying to hide himself under the desk, but it was far too late. You'd seen everything and the image of his massive dick would forever be seared into your brain.

“Fuck, what’re you doing back here?” He sputtered out, shoving his now aching cock down past your line of vision.

You didn't say anything, stepping further into the room, shutting the door behind you in case any customers tried to look through the front windows.

“Need some help with that, Stevie?” You smiled, devilish and sweet, cocking your head toward him.

“Wh-what?” He rushed out, brows furrowed. His chestnut locks stuck to his forehead from the thin sheen of sweat he'd accumulated.

“Do you need some help with that?” Enunciating each word more slowly, as if that would help his comprehension.

His mouth parted slightly, before snapping it shut. You'd managed to render him speechless.

You threw the key on the desk, as his eyes followed your movements.

Slowly, you shucked the family video vest off your shoulders, letting it hit the ground.

Your hands slowly drifting to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head suddenly glad you had opted for your soft pink, lacy bra that morning.

When your eyes drift back to his, he's slack jawed eyes roving over any exposed skin he can find.

“You ok, Stevie?” Coming out a little snarky, knowing you finally have the upper hand, shaking your hips a little as you rounded the desk.

You planted your foot on the desk chair beside his thigh, pushing in until his lap slowly rolled back into view.

His cock was long, and thick with a ruddy tip making your mouth water at the sight. You'd heard the rumors but seeing it in person was altogether a different experience.

You didn't give him time to think, placing your hands on either side of the chair arms caging him in.

He sucks in a sharp breath when you close in, face to face. Noses barely grazing.

“You've got a really pretty cock, Stevie. Anyone ever tell you that?” You say, lips barely grazing his as he releases a soft whimper.

He shakes his head no, as your hand trails across his exposed abdomen. Fingertips carding through the sparse hair from his belly button leading down.

He took in a shuddered breath as you got closer to his aching need, kicking up at the very thought of you touching him.

“That's a real shame because you have a really pretty cock.” You said, wrapping your hand around as much of him that you could, eliciting another whimper from his parted lips.

“Oh fuck, you don't have to… shit…” he hissed, his eyes closing at the sensation.

“What if I want to? That, ok?” You breathed out.

He nodded furiously, as you moved your hand up his length, thumb collecting the precum at the top of his cock as you slid it effortlessly at the head back down.

“Think Tiffany would do this for you, Steve?” You asked, lowering yourself down, laying your head on his lap just inches from where he wanted you the most. You turned, planting a kiss to his thigh as he bucked upward.

You decided to take a little mercy on him, flattening your tongue running it up the underside of his shaft.

“Oh fuck…” He moaned out, taking him completely by surprise wrapping your soft, supple lips around his head sucking softly before taking him fully into your mouth.

You hum around his taste, taking the time to look up through your lashes at his fucked-out expression. He's never looked so beautifully wrecked as you begin to bob your head, stroking with your hand what you couldn't fit down your throat.

He reaches for the back of your head, fingers raking up, grasping the loose hair at the nape of your neck.

“Hey, hey” he coos. “You don't have to do all that, princess.” That cocky, Harrington demeanor breaking through, pulling off with a slight pop.

“Too much for you, big boy?” Flashing him a grin, flicking your tongue across his head. His hips suddenly canting upward, chasing your mouth.

“No, shit. It's great… I just thought…” He stuttered out.

“Use your words, Stevie.” You chuckled, rising over him, deftly reaching behind undoing your bra.

The straps began to slide down your arms as your bare chest comes into view. He sucked in a sharp breath, as he looks you over.

“Fuck Princess, you're perfect.” Licking his lips as he let his eyes trail over your breasts.

“Mmmm, yeah Stevie?” Your hands roamed over them making eye contact with him as you do; your nipples stiffen with the touch.

“I have an idea. I'll let you fuck me if you're a good boy. But you have to follow directions.”

He swallows again, nodding, “Yeah, I can do that. I like that idea.”

“Stay right there.” You tell him, as you begin to shimmy your underwear down your legs, leaving your skirt on. They pool at your feet as you step to the side leaving them behind.

No regard for Keith's stuff scattered across the desk, you push it out of the way, as some things scatter to the floor.

Steve has a perfect view of your ass from his position behind you making him groan.

You quickly turn around, hopping up on the desk, spreading your legs slowly for him to see your bare pussy already dripping with arousal.

“Fuck,” he hisses out, wrapping his hand back around his cock searching for a little relief.

“Nuh uh. Keep your hands off. Eyes on me.” You instruct. He does as he's told as your hand travels down. Your fingertips glide through your folds, gathering some slick before circling your clit and releasing a little exaggerated moan.

“Oh, Steve, it feels so good.” You watch through hooded eyes as his cock bobs on its own. He's gripping the chair arms so tight, his knuckles are turning white, and you've barely just started. You knew he wasn't going to last, now it was just a game to see how long it would take before he decides to fuck you senseless.

You toy with your clit a few more moments before dropping to your entrance. Having him watch you was sending your body into overdrive. You quickly inserted a finger, as he leaned forward trying to gain a better look.

“I bet your fingers would feel so much better than mine.” Arching your back, as you insert another. “Yours are so long, and thick. Mmmm… fuck.”

“Yeah? Want me to use my fingers?” Finally finding his voice, eyes trained to where yours keep disappearing inside your tight cunt.

You nod, continuing to fuck yourself, trying to remain in control but you were on the verge of being pushed over the edge already. You threw your head back, your lower belly tightening with each pass and brush of your hand.

You suddenly felt his hand wrap around your ankle, as your eyes shot open. He had made his way over to you, standing between your parted thighs. You were losing your resolve.

“I'm so close, Steve.” You breathed out. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Come on, Princess. You've got it. Keep fucking your fingers, come f’me.” He urged you on, as his hands took up residency on your thighs pushing them further apart.

“Mmmm, fuck Steve.” You whined out, that coil tightening. He eased his thumb up, suddenly grazing your clit. The sensation has your hips bucking upwards as you chase your high.

“Yeah? Keep going.” He sang out, trying not to think about the way his dick was aching, longing to be where your fingers are but he wanted to see you come undone.

Your legs start to tremble, as he begins drawing circles against your puffy clit. He ducks his head down to your chest, drawing a pert nipple into his mouth sucking harshly.

“Shit, Steve! I'm gonna cum.” You huffed out as that coil within you finally snapped, your back hitting the desk, legs closing around your hands as your cunt spasmed around your fingers.

“Fuck, Princess. That was so fucking hot.” He said, as you were trying to catch your breath. You grinned, raising your head slightly to look back at him.

He was lazily stroking his cock, as your thighs parted, beckoning him forward. Coming to slot himself back between your thighs he eased his ministrations momentarily.

“Let me grab a condom,” saying as he reached down into his pants. You gripped his shirt, pulling him forward as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

His cock nestled itself against your core as you both moaned out in unison.

“You don't have to. Fuck me, Steve!” You carded your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

You watched his eyes go wide; pretty sure his brain was short circuiting at the thought.

“Fuck, are you sure?” Asking, as his hands drift down the plush of your thighs, dragging you more toward the edge of the desk.

“I'm sure, Stevie.” You nod, as he brings his hand between you, gripping himself to line up with your dripping entrance. You were aching, your first orgasm doing nothing to quell the need to be filled.

His head caught, causing your back to arch into him as he pushes ever so slowly into you. He was big, the stretch was already overwhelming you causing you to close your eyes, as your fingertips dig into his shoulders.

He watches the way he slowly disappears into you, the way your walls were sucking him could almost push him over the edge.

“Fuck, honey. So, tight.” He hisses out, as he finally pushes all the way in, gripping your hips with a bruising force.

The pinch of him filling you to the brim began to gradually subside into a dull ache.

You looked up at him through your lashes, gaining his attention from where the two of you were now connected.

“Steve, please move.” He nodded, nearly removing himself entirely before snapping his hips back into yours with ease.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss out, as he begins to set a pace that has you both moaning out.

The desk starts to move with each thrust, as papers, pens and loose items begin to fall from the edges.

The small office echoing with the sounds of skin slapping skin as his thrusts become harsher, faster trying to get you both there.

“Think you got one more, honey?” He asked, voice sugary sweet.

You nod, as he once again moves to toy with your clit.

“Come on honey, I wanna see ya’ fall apart on my cock.” He grunts out, trying to stave off his own release.

The pressure had been building, but his words sent you careening over the edge. It was a shock to you both as your cunt clamped down around him. You came with a scream of his name, locking your ankles behind his back, pulling him further into you.

He had no choice, the way your pussy was pulsing around him. He felt his balls tighten, thrusting once more harshly before he began painting your inner walls with his sticky spend.

“Fuck, honey.” He hissed, looking up at your blissed out expression. He moved his hand, tucking a piece of hair from your face before smashing his lips to yours. It was sweet, and slow. So different from the way he fucked you moments ago.

You kissed each other until you had to break apart for air, panting in each other's space as he spoke.

“Does this mean you don't hate me anymore?”

You giggled, lightly batting his shoulder.

“You're an idiot, Steve Harrington. I never hated you.”

“Well, I…” His train of thought was quickly interrupted when someone started banging on the door.

“Hey dinguses! You better not be doing what I think you're doing. I eat my lunch in there!” Robin blurted out as you two let out stifled giggles.

“Uh, sorry Rob. We'll clean up.” You sang out.

“Ewww! You're both lucky I love you so much!” You heard her groan, as she marched off.

He slid himself from you, as you released a small hiss. He softly rubbed your thigh before mumbling a quick apology.

You quickly gathered your clothes, putting them on as he straightened himself and the desk up.

“Hey, you want to go out after work? Grab a bite to eat? Movie at my place?” He asked, hand gravitating toward the back of his head, smoothing his hair down. A habit he had when he was nervous. “I mean, I know we may have done this a little backwards, but I like you. A lot.”

“So, Steve Harrington is asking me out on a date? I’ll think about it.” You teased, opening the door leaving him to once again gawk after you for the second time today.

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bluemantics · 9 months

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Lance carrying around hair ties on his wrists cause he used to lend them to his sisters when they forgot and one day he sees Keith shoving his hair out of his face on the training deck annoyed as all high hell and just. Gives him one. And Keith literally cannot stop thinking about how LANCE gave him a hair tie without him even asking and why does lance have hair ties if his hair is so short and should he keep this hair tie forever and ever and ever?

“Here.”

Keith hesitantly accepts the rubber band in his palm, looking down at it with clear confusion.

“Your hair,” Lance says by way of explanation, gesturing to his own forehead as a demonstration. “It keeps falling in your face.”

“Oh,” Keith replies. He pulls his hair up in a short ponytail. He hadn’t even realized. Lance looks away from him weirdly when he finishes.

“Thanks.” Keith ignores the warmth behind his cheeks and on his ears, willing his blush to go away.

“It’s whatever, Mullet.” Lance quickly turns on his heel and walks out of the training deck. Keith stays where he’s standing for a few moments, waiting until the sound of Lance’s footsteps recedes. Finally, sure he’s out of earshot, he flops onto the cold, metal floors and lets loose an anguished wail.

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underoossss · 1 year

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What I Like About You – S.H

pairing: steve harrington x drummer!girlfriend (friends to lovers goodness)

warnings: one annoying dudebro, some curse words, other than that nothing.

an: i know i haven’t posted in a while so thank you for being patient with me while i got my shit together. i dedicate this to you💖 Enjoy and let me know if you liked it!!

Masterlist part two

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“Hurry up! We’re going to miss it!” Robin calls over her shoulder as she dashes out of his parked car and towards the front door. “We probably did!”

“Wait up.” Steve says to no avail; Robin runs inside a second later, leaving him behind.

Stepping out of the car and locking the doors, Steve stuffs his hands inside his jacket pockets. Keith had them work until past 7 tonight, making them late to see Robin’s crush perform—she had a band that plays here every Friday according to Robin, sort of like Eddie’s but less metal, more Rock Pop. She’d begged Steve to drive her tonight, but had her hopes crushed when Keith didn’t let them leave an hour earlier. So here they are, one hour after showtime, and from what Steve can make out the band is still playing. The moment he steps through the door music floods his ears, and he takes notice of how packed the place is. There’s probably close to a hundred people at Annie’s 50 of which are gathered in front of the stage; Robin had stayed by the door waiting for him, or maybe just staring at the lead singer in awe.

Annie’s is a new spot everyone has been hanging out at for the past couple of months. From what Steve can tell, it’s a diner that’s been remodelled into something more youthful looking. It looks like a diner but the tables are gone and the bright lights have been replaced with dimmer ambience lights. The red cushioned booths have been scattered around for people to sit, and high tables are scattered here and there for people to chat while they eat the fried food from the kitchen. There’s a stage towards the left side of the place, where the band is playing– Kelli, Robin’s crush, sings while her two bandmates play in the back. The place feels slightly too warm but everyone is jumping around or singing as best they can to the band’s rendition of Van Halen’s Beautiful Girls. Kelli keeps the crowd entertained, dancing around the stage in her black combat boots and ripped jeans. She laughs with her band mates and jokes around with them, but their playing isn’t fazed at all by her antics. They only laugh and keep playing. Steve wonders briefly what the band’s name is, he hasn’t heard of it and Robin forgot to tell him. But given the number of people singing along and cheering by the front of the stage, they’re pretty popular. His eyes wander to the drum set on stage and instantly spot the name there. Hot Pink Melody.

Huh. Steve moves his gaze up towards the drummer and back to Robin’s crush, before he whips his head back to do a double take. He looks at the drummer again, and his mind goes instantly blank. Steve apologizes if he every called bullshit on love at first sight, because he’s sure this is it. You’re sitting there, rocking out to the song, singing the background vocals as you play the drums, and smiling a mega-watt confident smile. In just one second Steve is a goner.

“She’s so hot.” Robin says besides him, from where they managed to find a little bit of room to see the show from the back. Her eyes are glued to Kelli, but Steve’s are glued to you.

“She’s so hot.” Steve echoes, eyes not leaving you. His gaze jumps from your beautiful smile, to the half ponytail your hair is in, to the way the sleeves of your white t-shirt are rolled up to your shoulders, showing off your arms as you play. But it’s your contagious energy, which already has him tapping his foot to the rhythm, that has him hypnotized with no escape in sight.

“She’s so cool.”

“She’s amazing.” Steve says and something in his voice makes Robin turn back to him and follow his gaze. He sees her smile knowingly and nod out of his periphery.

“That’s YN, you should know her from high school but I’m talking about Kelli.”

He’s not paying much attention to what Robin says as his mind goes over you name, repeating it on a loop. He goes over his memories and finds you briefly in random days during high school but other than that he’s never talked to you before. How has he never noticed you before. “I want to...”

“Kiss her silly.” Robin nods, thinking she guessed what he was going to say correctly. It might have been true for her and Kelli, but Steve was thinking about something else.

“What!? No.” Steve shakes his head, then glances back to you. “Be her boyfriend.”

“But you also want to kiss her silly, I can see you staring at her.” Robin nudges his arm with her elbow twice, before she focuses on the lead singer once more.

Steve rolls his eyes but concedes because he does. “Okay, yes.”

“Remember we are not here for you! You’re supposed to be my wingman tonight.”

“I know that.” Steve rolls his eyes with a nod and goes back to watching you when the crowd claps as the song ends. “And I am, but you have to help me out too. Introduce me.”

“Deal.” Robin leans closer to talk to him over other people’s cheers. “Now shh! Kelli’s talking.”

“Thank you!” Kelli says over the microphone smiling at the crowd. “This is out last song for the night, so make some noise! Y/N take it away, girl.”

“If you know this next song, I hope you sing along with us.” The microphone amplifies your voice as you speak, the confident smile on your face making another appearance. You hold your drumsticks up in the air and tap them against each other to give the guitarist a beat. “One, two… one, two, three, go!”

The guitarist starts strumming the first chords of Blondie’s One Way or Another and the room erupts into cheers for the iconic song. You begin to play a few seconds later —a strong hit to the cymbals— until Kelli joins in with the first few lyrics of the song. Robin cheers loudly along with the crowd and it makes Steve laugh and join in.

He sings along, eyes unable to stray away from you. If your energy levels were high when he first saw you, they’re through the roof with this song. Especially when the bridge comes along, and you keep the beat going while everyone stomps their feet on the ground alongside you. Steve smiles, not helping himself, and decides to use the last minute the song has left to work up the courage to talk to you. He has to.

Robin sings along with Kelli, screaming the lyrics and absolutely thrilled that her crush likes Blondie just like her. Steve knows she totally has a chance with the lead singer, and it brings a grin to his face before he directs his gaze back to the stage. The song picks up the pace once more and suddenly, most likely due to Steve’s intense staring, you meet his eyes across the room. Steve feels his traitorous stomach flip but doesn’t chicken out, he keeps his eyes on yours. He sees you now, he regrets never doing so before. You smile for a second before you look down at your drum kit, your smile becoming shy as the song comes to an end.

“Thank you! Thank you! We’re the Hot Pink Melody, see you next Friday everyone!” Kelli says into the microphone, then motions towards the guitarist and you. “Give it up for my girls, they did a great job tonight.”

People applaud, whistle, yell and cheer, and Steve finds that he’s doing the same; it really was a good show, it’s a shame he didn’t get here on time. The lights on the stage go out after a minute and not much later the crowd out front starts to spread around the dinner now that the live music is done for the night.

“It’s now or never. Come on” Robin says, grabbing Steve’s wrist and pulling him along with her. “Come on, Steve.”

“Wait, where are we going?” He asks as they make their way through the crowd of people around him. He throws sorry’s here and there every time Robin makes him bump into someone else. “We’re not going to–”

“To the stage!” Robin says, looking back at him and almost colliding with a waiter and his tray of fried food. “So I can introduce you to your girl, that way you can help me out with mine!”

Steve tries to say something but they’re suddenly on the side of the stage. You’re standing there, putting your drumsticks back into their case and disconnecting various cables from the amps. He sees Kelli on the other side of the stage, talking to a lot of people, and the guitarist is showing off her guitar to a couple of girls who approach her.

“Great gig, babe.” Robin tells you, which makes you turn around. Your eyes light up when you see her and you’re quick to give her a hug.

“Robs, I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” You take a step back to look at her. “Thank you! You look great, did you get a haircut?”

“Only being honest, and I gave myself a haircut.” She holds her hands up and winks, before she remembers Steve. “Oh, YN this is Steve, my personal chauffeur.”

You scoff playfully, and Steve can tell that you know Robin’s bluffing. Then your eyes are on him, and he feels his mind go blank again; you have the prettiest eyes Steve’s ever seen.

“Hey, Steve. I hope you enjoyed the show.” You smile at him.

“Hi… I– I did! It was great.” Steve says, his mind and his mouth struggling to sync up. “We could only listen to the last two songs, but they were amazing.”

“Yeah, we had to work late tonight.” Robin rolls her eyes with a huff. “But the last two songs, incredible.”

“Thank you, although that’s mostly all Kelli.” You tell them, motioning towards the blonde who’s waving goodbye to the people she was talking to. Steve follows your gaze and so does Robin, who keeps staring at the vocalist for more than a couple of seconds.

“You know, you should just talk to her Robin.” You nudge her with you elbow, an encouraging look in your eyes. “She knows me, I know you. It’s the perfect opportunity.”

“And risk making a fool of myself? No.” Robin shakes her head, a panicked look settling on her face.

“You won’t make a fool of yourself. She’s the girl of your dreams, Robin, you have to at least take a chance and try to get to know her more. Right?” You direct your gaze towards Steve, urging him to back you up with a look.

Steve nods, words stuck in his mouth before he clears his throat. “Yeah, Robs. You said you’d talk to her tonight.”

“I’ll introduce you. Let’s go right now.” You volunteer with a smile, hooking your arm on hers so she won’t walk away. It makes Steve chuckle, it’s the same thing Robin did to him just seconds ago.

“I guess you’re my wingman now.” Robin tells you in defeat, then looks at Steve. “Sorry, dingus.”

Steve can only shrug. “I was going to be charming but…”

“I think she’s got more charm than you.” Robin winks, meaning She really charmed you, and then she leaves with you dragging her to the other side of the stage. Steve follows you with his gaze, and sees how you introduce Robin to Kelli –who immediately starts chatting away with Robin. Steve doesn’t need to see Robin’s face to know she has a lovesick look on her face; he smiles, she’ll be more than okay.

“Steve Harrington.” Eddie Munson appears behind Steve’s back, which makes him jump. “What brings you here tonight.”

“Munson.” Steve nods his head. “Robin asked me to drive her, but this place ended up being pretty cool.”

“Better than the Hideout right?” Eddie teases then laughs when Steve rolls his eyes at the memory of the place.

“I think anything is better than the Hideout.” He tells Eddie, chuckling along with him.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks, curious. “I didn’t know you hung out here too.”

“I’m here to check out the competition.” Eddie grins slyly, then spots you coming back to where they stand and his eyes light up mischievously. “Oh I see Harrington, you’re here to help me convince buttercup here to play for my band.”

So everyone knows you, but me, Steve thinks.

“Eddie.” You roll your eyes but smile anyways. It’s easy to assume that you’re used to him asking you to leave your band, but he can’t really imagine you playing with another group. The friendship you have with yours was obvious in your performance.

“But you already have a drummer.” Steve thinks out loud, making you smile in triumph — it lights up your entire face, and all the air in Steve’s lungs disappears in a second.

“See, Steve is on my side, not yours.” You tell Eddie, looking victorious as you shrug.

“What can I do to convince you then?” Eddie asks conspiratorially.

“Admit defeat. You’d have to fight my band and I don’t think you’d win.” You smile innocently. “They need me.”

“She’s got a point. Ugh, help me out here, Harrington.” Eddie asks him, clapping his shoulder to urge him into his defence.

Steve laughs, assuming this is an antic the two of you usually partake in. He can only put his hands up and shake his head. “Looks like she’s made up her mind, man.”

“I have.” You confirm with a decisive nod.

Eddie surrenders with a small bow in front of you. “Another day then.” He says, starting to walk away but not without taking notice of Steve’s lovestruck gaze towards the drummer. “I…gotta get going but take care of buttercup here, alright Harrington. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

You meet Steve’s gaze –your eyes wide– before you look away shyly. Steve smiles, finding it endearing how you shy away from compliments.

“She is.” Steve says and decides that your shy smile is his new favourite thing in the whole world.

“Thank you, Steve.” You bring one of your hands to the back of your neck as Eddie leaves the two of you alone. “So… what have you been doing? I’ve never actually seen you around anymore since you finished high school.”

Steve chuckles and rubs his chin as he looks at you, remembering how he was thinking about the same thing earlier. “Uh, I worked at Scoops Ahoy one summer, but after what happened to the mall I’ve been working over at Family Video.”

He thinks his answer is stupid, and not at all impressive, for just one second until your eyes light up suddenly.

“Oh my brother John loves FV!” You tell him enthusiastically as you sit on top of big metal box nearby. “You’ve probably seen him loads of times, he’s always there on Fridays renting for the weekend.”

Steve goes over your words for a bit –trying to place a John that always visits on Fridays– until he remembers a guy that went to the store today. His hair was just like yours, and now that he thinks about it, he did look a lot like you. “Yeah, I think I know who you mean.”

You smile and Steve feels his breath stutter.

Trying very hard to keep himself calm and collected, Steve asks you a question this time —eager to know you more. “What about you? You’re graduating with Robin right?”

“Yeah, I… um work on the café on Main Street after class every day.” You shrug your shoulders and look down at your dangling feet. “I’m saving for college.”

Steve’s eyebrows meet in the middle as confusion makes its appearance on his face. “The gigs don’t pay you?”

“Oh, they do, but we only play once a week and split it 3 ways… so it’s not a lot.” You chuckle meeting Steve’s eyes with your own. “The other job helps.”

Steve hums, contemplating your answer. He’s seen many bands over the years and none of them have been as good as yours. And he’s not saying that only because of his crush. “They should pay you more, you’re very talented.”

You shy away from the compliment again, just as Steve was expecting you to. “Thank you, Steve. I guess we just need more experience before we ask for a raise.” You laugh softly as you shake your head, unaware of how Steve’s stomach flips at the sound. But he’d never admit to it out loud.

“I need your help with something over here for a bit!” The lead guitarist tells you after calling your name. “Please.”

You turn your head to look at her and nod before looking at Steve once more. “That’s Sarah, our guitarist.” You tell Steve with an apologetic smile as you hop off the box you were sitting in. “I should umm… go help her.”

“Wait.” Steve says then runs a hand through his hair to get some courage. Words start to escape him, but he doesn’t let them. This is the girl of your dreams, you’d told Robin. Well, it’s the same for him with you right now. He takes a step closer to you. “Would you like to go out for dinner… with me?”

You smile at him, surprise evident in your features but no rejection in sight. Steve feels like a helium balloon, about to float and fly towards the ceiling. “Like a date?” You ask, your pretty eyes lighting up with hope. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah, a date.”

He nods and you nod too –both of you unsure of what to say next, both flustered beyond belief.

“Tomorrow at 6?” Steve asks you, hoping that you’ll be free. Is this too much? How obvious is it that he really wants to see you again?

“Y-Yeah, 6 is good.” You smile widely then bite your lip like you don’t want to give it away. It makes Steve want to untuck it from your teeth gently with his thumb, then kiss you; would it make your skin buzz just like his is at the thought?

“Okay, yeah.” Steve nods, shaking the thoughts away and clearing his throat. “I’ll… umm pick you up at 6. Where?”

“Robin knows my address” You smile at him once more, then wave goodbye before you turn back to the stage. Then you meet his eyes over your shoulder, grinning softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Steve gives you a pathetic wave back and nods like a fool as you walk away towards your band mates. You’d said yes, he’s seeing you tomorrow, and if he’s not reading this wrong… you feel some of what he’s feeling right now. Steve looks around the diner and tries to find Robin, she’s not going to believe this.

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Steve Harrington is picking you up at your house any minute now, so why does it still feel like you made up everything that happened last night? Out of everything that you could expect to happen at a gig, the last thing that would have come to your mind is Steve Harrington walking through the door. Scratch that. Steve Harrington watching you in awe as you played, completely unaware of how nervous he was making you with those pretty eyes of his.

You were never going to deny the hopeless crush you had on him when he was still at Hawkins High; something you were quick to crush down, no pun intended, when you realized you probably had no chance with him. So you stayed in the background and only stared after him whenever he passed by, heart fluttering in your chest traitorously. Last night though, the same fluttering appeared in your chest when him and Robin approached you after the show. It intensified when he gave you one of his disarming smiles, and it all but burst when he looked just as nervous as you felt when asking you out. He’d changed, you’d heard that much from Robin who’s now his best friend, but you’d finally seen it last night. Steve Harrington was finally acting like himself. He smiled freely, carried himself in a carefree way, and for the first time you saw him look genuinely happy.

You can’t exactly explain the way seeing him like that made you feel, but your hopeless crush was back –more hopeless than ever. Oh, and he asked you out.

You’d spent an hour raiding your closet to find what to wear because you didn’t know where Steve would take you. You’d narrowed your choices to three different options but settled for your favourite dress with your nicest pair of high tops. After a quick shower and checking the clock to see how you were doing with time, you’d settled in front of the mirror to get ready. Which is where you are now, applying the peach-coloured lip gloss you’d gotten today. You went for a light of makeup, mostly to cover the dark circles under your eyes, but also because you always feel your best when you look your best. Leave it to a good outfit and your hair styled to your liking to boost your confidence. Considering how sweaty you must have been last night, this is most likely a huge upgrade from how Steve saw you last time.

Almost as if you conjure him with your mind, the doorbell rings and you spring up to your feet. You feel a smile appear on your face even as your stomach flips with nerves; you take your small purse with you and go out of your room. As you reach the last step of the staircase you take a deep breath and walk to the door, ready to go on the date you only ever dreamed of.

Steve Harrington stands on your porch in all his handsome glory. He’s wearing a pair of those perfect-fitting jeans of his and a dark blue polo. Simple but perfect, especially with those brown locks of his. You bite back a smile as you look him over once before locking the door behind you. If only your past self could see you now.

“Hi.” Steve smiles the moment he sees you and it lights up his face. “Wow, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You smile back at him, feeling shy under his gaze but looking into his eyes anyways. “You look great too.”

He chuckles, looking down at his shoes briefly before looking at you again. “I got you these.” A second later he shows you some flowers he was hiding behind his back. “I didn’t know which ones you like.”

You take the small bouquet from him and touch the soft petals with your fingers. A smile appears on your face at their beauty– an assortment of pink and orange flowers: daisies, small carnations, and lilies. “Steve, I love them.” You tell him truthfully, your heart fluttering inside your chest. “I’ll take them with me.”

“Alright.” Steve nods, a happy smile on his face. “Let’s go then. The place I have in mind is a bit of a drive away.”

You take the hand he offers you and give it a squeeze when you feel your skin buzz at the contact. You wonder if he feels it too only for a moment because one second later, he squeezes your hand back.

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The place Steve had in mind ended up being a cool pizza place 30 minutes outside of Hawkins. It stood out in the darkening sky, its colourful neon sign shining its light on Steve’s car as he looked for a parking spot. It was very creatively called A Pizza Place, and the name alone made a laugh burst out of you.

“I like this place already.” You told Steve, who smiled at you.

“I had a feeling you would.” He said.

Once inside and waiting in line, you find that the restaurant is lovely in a strange and colourful way. The concept seems to be dinner, meets cinema, meets roller skating rink lighting. But, if you’re being honest, it works for them. Most important of all, it’s unique –everything from the movie posters on the wall, the pop music playing through the speakers, and the black and white floors make you smile. You’ve never been to a place like this.

“Steve.” You smile as you turn to him. He’s still holding your hand; he has been since he opened the door for you when you arrived —the bouquet he gave you is held carefully in your other hand. “How did you find this place?”

Steve shrugs nonchalantly, “I was driving around once and found it. It’s not only pretty, wait till you try the pizza”

You smile and look over the toppings displayed behind the counter. “Hmm, they do have lots of options.”

“You got any toppings in mind?” Steve asks you as the line moves up a spot.

“I actually like almost every topping. I usually mix them up.” You smile at him. “You got any favourites?”

“I like all of them.” Steve tells you, your hand moving slightly as he shrugs his shoulders. “Let’s mix them up.”

You beam, stepping closer to him until you’re shoulder to shoulder. “Okay. How about… pepperoni with…”

“Mushrooms,” Steve suggests after scanning the menu again.

“And black olives?” You tilt your head in question, glancing at Steve to see if he’s okay with the third topping.

“Sounds like we’re going to have a delicious pizza in our hands.” He smiles and squeezes your hand.

“Well if we do we’ll have to name it after us.” You tell him, “It’s only fair.”

“You’re right, but there’s only one way to find out if it’s worth it.” Steve says looking at you with a soft yet playful look in his eyes. “We gotta try it first.”

Twenty minutes later, and a mouthful of pizza you find that it is in fact worthy of your names.

“We’re geniuses!” Steve declares, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling as you continue to chew on your bite. “This is officially the best pizza I’ve had.”

“You’re absolutely right.” You nod and take a sip of your cola, “I think it’s the olives, right?”

“Yeah, definitely, so much better than regular pepperoni.” Steve nods exaggeratedly and it makes you laugh. He shifts closer to the edge of his seat, “So…”

“So.” You grin, leaning your elbows on the table as you lock your gaze with his. When was the last time you smiled this much?

“When did you start to play the drums?” Steve asks, taking another slice of pizza, looking at you with curiosity –like he truly wants to know you better.

“My dad played, so he taught me,” You tell him, furrowing your eyebrows as you try to remember how old you were. “I think I was eleven then.”

Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise like he wasn’t expecting your dad to be a drum player too. It’s everyone’s usual reaction. “That’s cool, does he come to your gigs?”

“No.” You say trying to keep the disappointment from showing in your smile, the last thing you want is to ruin the mood of your date. “He left us when I was twelve and… I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Oh… shit I’m sorry.” Steve’s surprise turns into mortification.

“No, you’re fine. I’m okay with it, it’s just a story for another time.” You shrug and try to reassure him; he looks more than guilty to have made you step into this conversation but you’re quick to move on.

“I needed extra lessons after he left since he only taught me the basics, so I went to this small music class every afternoon.” You continue, chuckling at the memory. “My teacher was the same as Sarah’s; she’s the–”

“The lead guitarist from your band.” Steve nods, all of his attention solely on you.

“Yes,” You smile, “We ended up learning our instruments together and practised different songs as the years went by. By the time we were both 15, Kelli moved into town and ended up in our music class because she wanted to be a singer.”

“So it was fate for the three of you,” Steve takes another bite of pizza

You take a small one too, which you chew quickly so you can continue. “Yes, soon we started to cover different songs until we found our rhythm as a group. Then in high school when we needed jobs, we decided to record our cover of Blondie’s Call Me, so we could play it for different restaurants and see if they would hire us.”

“You guys really like Blondie, right?” Steve asks you, not in a judging way but with genuine curiosity. It makes something like butterflies fly in your stomach.

“It’s our favourite.” You confirm with a smile.

“Sorry, I interrupted. What happened after you recorded the song?” Steve leans his forearms on the table, listening intently to your words.

“We carried a Walkman with us so people could hear the song and it got us small gigs here and there.” You take another bite of your pizza and shrug. “None of them stuck; Annie’s is our first real one, she hired us for all Friday nights until the end of the year.”

“That’s huge, the place was packed last night.” Steve leans back and holds his hands up dramatically. “I could barely see you guys play from the back.”

You nod and laugh. “Yeah, it’s become a great spot to hang out and listen to live music. Other bands play there too, like Eddie’s but he has Thursday nights.”

“I heard you sing last night; do you ever sing with Kelli?” Steve tilts his head slightly with the question.

You feel your ears burning as you chuckle in embarrassment. “No… I leave that to Kelli. I can only sing background vocals.”

“You have a really nice voice,” Steve smiles widely and you shy away from the awe in his eyes, just like yesterday. He chuckles like he was expecting your reaction.

You take a sip from your cola and pick up your pizza slice again, deciding to take the attention away from you. “I’m talking too much and haven’t let you say a word.”

“That’s because my life is pretty boring.” Steve tells you as you take a bite.

“Not true,” You shake your head, covering your mouth as you speak, “And even if it is, I’d still like to hear about it.”

Steve smiles, playing with his napkin before looking into your eyes. There’s a vulnerability shining there that makes you pause for a second. “What do you want to know?”

Everything about you, you think, but decide to say instead, “Anything you feel like sharing.”

He smiles and begins to tell you about his first job. Which leads the story to the kids he babysits now and then. He pretends to be annoyed by this fact, but when he tells you about the free icecream he gave them. and how he’s helped them with bullies; or whatever trouble they get themselves in, you realize it’s all bluff. He’s fond of those kids, and you can bet your college savings those kids like him to bits. The conversation is easy, its lighthearted at times but also deep and emotional at times. Steve tells you about his struggling relationship with his dad and you tell him about your past struggles at home, how hard it was when your dad left you all behind.

Time passes like a blur around you, food slowly disappearing as you hear the other talk –you don’t even realize when you started to hold hands over the table. By the time the stars are out in the sky and only 3 slices of pizza are left, the two of you have shifted closer to the table, leaning closer to hear the other with your full attention. Warmth floods your body at the way Steve looks at you and it feel like stepping into a patch of sun during a cold day. You like this boy so much.

“What?” Steve asks you quietly as you lean your cheek on your free hand to look at him.

“Nothing you’ve told me has been boring.” You smile, enjoying the way his lips mirror it a second later and a lovely pink paints the apple of his cheeks. “I don’t think I’d ever describe you as boring, Steve.”

Steve seems flustered at your words, or just not used to receiving that many compliments, either way you don’t push him. Instead, you slide the hand that’s holding his up to his wrist and turn it towards you slightly to check the time on his watch. 10:30.

You sigh and frown in defeat. “I don’t want to leave but I think we have to get going.”

“Curfew?” Steve asks.

You nod, “Yeah, 11 sharp.”

“Let’s go then.” Steve takes your hand once more and brings it to his lips as the two of you stand up.

So you take your pink bouquet from where it lies on the table and walk back to his car hand in hand. You look for a good radio station to listen to on the ride home and don’t feel surprised anymore when Steve takes your hand again once it becomes free. He holds it between the two of you over the centre console tapping his thumb over the back of your hand to the beat of the music; you’re starting to catch on that physical touch seems to be his love language and you don’t mind it one bit. From then on, it’s soft melodies and quiet conversation as you leave A Pizza Place Behind, and it makes the next 30 minutes go by too quickly for your own liking. The last thing you want is for the night to end —to leave Steve’s side. You don’t remember the last time you felt so comfortable, so listened to, so… you.

Once back in Hawkins and in front of your home, Steve opens the door for you and walks you to the porch.

“I had a great time.” You tell him, looking down at the flowers and then at him. “Thank you, Steve.”

He steps closer to you and pushes a strand of hair away from your face. “I’m glad.” He says gently, grinning. “Can I ask you out on another date?”

“Yes.” You bite your lip, trying to keep your smile from growing. “You know where to find me.”

He nods, “I know.”

The two of you hesitate, not awkwardly but unwilling to leave the other’s side. It’s like tonight made you grow used to each other’s company and now neither of you want to go back to being alone. A moment later, Steve’s eyes move briefly to your lips, and you feel your ears burning when yours do the same and look at his. You move them back to his eyes instantly, pretending you’re not dying to kiss him. You are. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about kissing him, ever, but you chicken out; all the courage you had left fizzling out for the night.

You lean on your tiptoes and place a kiss on his cheek, lingering close for a moment. “Goodnight, Steve. Drive safe.”

Steve nods slowly, eyes following your every move with affection. “Night.” He says before you smile go inside your house, just as the clock strikes 11.

If you’d turned around once more, you’d seen the love stuck look on Steve’s face as he stared after you, willing it to be tomorrow already.

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“Here’s the last song of the night, so I want to hear you sing along!” Kelli addresses the crowd before pointing at Sarah. The guitarist starts to play the opening riff of What I Like About You and the crowd –as always– floods Annie’s with cheers.

Unlike the first time he saw you play, Steve is now in the middle of the crowd; he places his hands around his mouth as he cheers as Robin jumps up and down next to him. In the three months you’ve been dating, the Friday night crowd at Annies has more than doubled, all for Hot Pink Melody. Steve can’t even begin to describe how proud of you he feels, Annie even gave your band a raise as a thank you for improving her business. How could she not, when the three girls playing in front of him enchant the whole place with electric enthusiasm and contagious energy.

He knew he was a goner from the first night he was here, and every day he grows even more mesmerized by you. Even right now, as he sings along and enjoys the show with Robin by his side, his eyes stay glued to you. The way you play out of memory, interacting with your bandmates as you do and never missing a bit. You even wink at Steve as you sing the background vocals with Kelli. You know you look good, and confident, and sweaty in a way that makes Steve’s weak at the knees. He fucking blushes, from just that wink. He can only shake his head at you while he smiles; he sees you hold back a laugh and it makes the itching to get closer to you, hold you, worse. Do you know how crazy you drive him?

His feet move towards the stage the minute the concert is over, and his heart skips several beats when he sees you’re running to meet him half way. The smile on your face is wide as you throw your arms around him for a hug. Steve’s wrap themselves securely around your waist as he spins you around; your face is on his neck as you laugh and Steve squeezes you tighter.

“You were amazing, babygirl.” He places three kisses on your cheek when you pull away and it makes you giggle. It makes Steve entire day.

“Steve, I’m sweaty.”

“So what?” He chuckles, “You know I don’t mind. Do you want some water?” He pecks your lips and feels so so in love.

You nod your head, stealing a kiss to his cheek. “Yes, please.”

“I’ll be right back.”

You nod again and watch him walk away to the counter where 3 other people stand in line, ready to order. After a quick glance back to the stage, you spot Robin talking to Kelli, their hands clasped between them. You smile fondly, knowing that they make each other so happy. Not unlike you and Steve; it seems crazy to think you’ll have been dating for 4 months next week. Is it too soon for you to say I love you, and does Steve feel that way too. You’ve just started to walk back to the stage to start gathering up your things when someone stops you.

“Hey sweetheart, nice playing up there.” It’s some guy you’ve never seen before, and the way his eyes look at you makes you squirm with discomfort.

“Uh thanks.” You dismiss him with a tight-lip grin and try to continue towards the stage.

He follows you until he’s stepping in your way. “Maybe you can come to my place for a drink. I’m having people over.” He tries to take a step closer to you but you take one back.

“I’m not interested, thank you.” You reply curtly, trying to side-step him. “If you’ll excuse me.”

As per usual, a negative answer seems to mean everything but a no in his language. “Come on you know you want to.” He steps in front of you again and moves to grab your wrist, but you yank it away from him before he can.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” You finally let your temper show, beyond annoyed with the man in front of you. Your eyebrows pinch together, and your lips turn into a sneer.

Before he can say anything else, Steve appears by your side and pushes him away while simultaneously wrapping a protective arm around your waist. The water bottle he’s holding is cool against your skin but you don’t mind, feeling safe by his side. “You got a problem here babe?” Steve turns briefly to ask you before staring down the guy in front of you, who looks like a deer caught in headlights.

You shake your head. “I think he got the picture.”

“Don’t you dare try to touch her, or bother her again, you hear me?” Steve’s voice is low and menacing; a quick glance his way allows you to see the anger in his features. Steve is pissed off.

The other guy only nods yieldingly before Steve stirs the two of you away towards the stage. You’ve never seen him shoot daggers out of his eyes before, and you’re thankful for his help. But you also wany to ease the tension that has fallen over his body, so you urge him to sit down on the stage and step between his thighs.

Your hands hold his face gently. “Thank you, Stevie.” You brush your thumb over his forehead, erasing the furrow of his brows. “Don’t worry, I’m okay. Let’s just forget about it.”

“Okay,” Steve nods and you lean down to peck his lips. He grins and gives you the water bottle, “Here you go, babe.”

“Thank you.” You run a hand through his hair then motion towards the equipment behind him. “Let’s go load up the van before we go home.”

Steve waits for you to have some water before he stands and steps on the stage. He offers you his hand and just like clockwork the two of you begin unplugging all the instruments and mics. Steve’s been helping you every Friday, so he’s more than familiar with the process. So is Robin, who comes over with Kelli and Sarah help you pack everything up. Once everything is ready, each one of you takes something to carry out to the van that’s parked by Annie’s back door. Robin huffs as she carries an amp, refusing to carry something lighter because that’s what the patriarchy wants her to do. Steve has to take over in the end when she puts the amp back on the floor, halfway to the van. It takes the five of you 30 minutes to load up the van and secure everything in place, but soon enough Sarah is driving the van to her place, giving Robin a Kelli a ride to their respective houses.

Despite your tired arms, you swing the hand that’s holding Steve’s back and forth between you. It’s a long way back to the parking lot from the back of the building, but neither of you mind. The air hasn’t cooled much despite it being autumn already but it’s cool enough that you enjoy the breeze. After hours inside the crowded restaurant, it is more than welcome. A few minutes later you arrive to Steve’s car in the back of the parking lot. There are many cars still outside Annie’s but no one out there with you, so naturally Steve wastes no time kissing you.

He smiles as he presses your back against the passenger’s door and holds your waist while his lips leave you breathless. Steve is practically buzzing with energy when his hands move under your t-shirt, his warm skin touching the softness of your waist above your jeans. It makes you lightheaded, him showing you his emotions shamelessly.

“You were. So amazing tonight.” He says in-between kisses, words mumbled against your lips. He leans back and shakes his head, “Fuck baby, you’ve got any idea of how hot you look when you’re performing?”

His mouth is on yours again a second later, teeth catching on your bottom lip before his own soothe it with another kiss. “I mean, you always do, but when you’re up there… it’s magic.”

You feel him smile against your lips and you lean away to brush your nose against his —slightly out of breath and full of love. Your eyes gaze into his own that are looking at you so softly, you don’t know what you did to deserve it. Steve’s love is so intense, so warm, it makes your skin hum and an incredulous smile appear on your face.

Steve smiles back. “What?” He brings a hand up from your waist to your face, caressing it softly with the back of his fingers; his other remains on your waist, thumb rubbing your skin back and forth.

“It’s just that since the girls and I started the band, we’ve had more and more people come to our shows…”

“Good, you guys are great.” He nods.

You smile, “Yes, and those people are all Kelli’s fans, which I’m more than okay with! I just never thought I’d have a fan of my own…that you would be my biggest fan.”

“I’m sure you have other fans babe, but you’re right.” He beams at you, “I’m your biggest fan, I’ll always be because the most talented person I know happens to be my girl.” He presses a kiss to your forehead.

You smile at him, shying away from his adoring gaze and dipping your chin to your chest. “Thank you, Stevie.”

Steve chuckles and brings your gaze back to his by gently holding you chin between his thumb and index finger. “How is it, that you play and sing one night a week in front of so many people easily… but you shy away when it’s only me?” His eyes get impossibly softer, making your stomach flip incessantly. “Not that I don’t love it.”

You shake your head. “Those people aren’t you, Stevie. They don’t look at me the way you do.”

“And how is that?” He asks in a whisper, brushing his lips against yours briefly.

“Like you can see right through me.” You tell him softly, breathlessly. Honesty coats your words. “Like I’m precious to you.”

“You are precious to me.” He pecks your lips again, smiling when you do.

“Stevie.” You say, breath mingling with his, your eyes meeting his cedar brown ones. “I’m so in love with you, and telling you feels like falling down a rollercoaster, but I can’t keep it from you anymore.”

Steve’s lips spread into a big smile, the kind that wrinkles the corners of his eyes before he leans down to kiss you. His other hand travels up your body to hold your face as he kisses you slow and sweet. It’s a gentle caress of lips, his own hushed love confession in his love language. “You made me fall for you that very first night I saw you up on that stage.” He tells you softly.

“You did on our first date.” You share with a smile.

“So I win.” He smiles triumphantly, and his eternally competitive nature gets a loud laugh out of you, head thrown back. Steve being the menace he is, takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck, which spurs on your laughter.

“I think that means I win.” You giggle.

Your boyfriend brushes his nose against yours. “I know, but I won because I have you.”

“Corny.” You kiss his lips slowly. “I won too.”

He places one last peck on your lips. “You still want to get those milkshakes?”

“Yes please.” You nod enthusiastically, eyes lighting up at the idea of a chocolate ice cream shake with whipped cream.

“Then let’s go, drummer girl.” Steve moves to open the passenger door for you with a wink.

“Ha ha you know that’s a bad nickname.”

“It’s not, come on babygirl you gotta let me win one!”

“I didn’t know it was a competition!” You can only laugh as he closes the door and goes around the car to settle in the seat next to you. You look at him and meet his smile with one of your own, heart bursting at the sight of him –at the beauty and fun of being with him, of giving him your heart.

“Stevie.” Your voice is quiet now that you’re inside the car.

“Hmm?” He asks, turning on the engine with the turn of his key.

“I love you.”

His smile lights you up from within in the dark car. “I love you. More.”

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So I’ve been seeing a lot of lady lance iterations lately and I just. Feel like people take lance as he is in his little baseball tee and just give him long hair for the lady version and just NO. Lance would be a GIRLIE girlie. He already participates in feminine associated activities canonically-face masks and stuff etc, we all know this. Raised on girlie gender juice and taught to embrace that stuff I can’t help but feel Lance would be the Y2K manifestation of Girl. Low rise jeans, denim miniskirts, a row of butterfly clips instead of a headband. Lance would work a job just so she could afford her blowout. She would have French tip nails and wear so much jewelry she clinked when she walked. She’d wear so much lipgloss her lips get that gloss glue line where they part and everything she drinks out of would get a glittery lip print. The only reason she would like her flat chest would be because she can wear those handkerchief tube tops. She can do cartwheels in heels. Still an athlete, maybe played basketball or ran track. Personality wise, Lance would still be a bisexual menace, and vain and loud and competitive everything that Lance already is. Imagine Lance delivering the particle barrier line to Allura with just as much gusto but dressed like a member of destiny’s child. Please get on board with this guys, fem!Lance as blue paladin, her baseball tee she wore to space is a blue baseball tee crop top with princess bedazzled on the front, confuses Coran. High ponytail whipping around??? Hello?? Allura and Lance absolute best friends, bond over #justgirlythings. You guys totally nail Keith tho, I get the feeling that no matter the gender that dude is going to be rocking a shaggy mullet, fingerless gloves, black skinny jeans, gogo boots. Lance is still appalled at Keith atrocious fashion sense and gets on her case but now Keith just looks at her and shrugs and goes “I’m a dyke?” And Lance turns completely red, covers her mouth with a perfectly manicured hand and backs away shaking and sweating (like tamaki at the end of ouran ep1) and thinks about that every single night for the foreseeable future for totally normal reasons, sure.

#lance mcclain #klance #keith kogane #yappin #fic inspo #allura #voltron #fem!lance #fem!keith #gender #please lance is so character to me #dyke #is used lovingly

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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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just-like-us-verse · 4 months

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Happy New Year!

2023 Tumblr Top 10

1. Elena

[ID: a young woman with brown skin and long brown hair in a pink tank top and purple sweatpants]

2. Kamila

[ID: a young woman with brown skin and eyes in a flowing purple hijab, pink shirt, and blank pants with pink stripes]

3. Lisa

[ID: a fat young white woman with dark hair and blue eyes wearing a jean jacket over a short blue dress]

4. Abigail

[ID: a young woman with light tan skin, short brown hair, and gray eyes in a white sweater over a purple dress, and a purple hat]

5. Keith

[ID: a disheveled young white man with curly blond hair sitting cross-legged in a green sweatsuit with short sleeves]

6. Lily

[ID: a fat young black woman with hair in a series of long braids, wearing a sparkling poofy purple gown and purple flower crown]

7. Thomas

[ID: a young Black man with dark hair worn in short locs, wearing a pink and blue short sleeved button up and maroon pants]

8. Jessica

[ID: a young woman with light skin, freckles, and light brown hair in a high ponytail wearing a pink short sleeved button up, flowing maroon skirt, and red spade earrings]

9. Caleb

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10. Billy

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#tumblrtop10 #image description #(fuller ids in the posts themselves I just wanted to have Something here without having to click away)#digital art #artists on tumblr #art

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ciaonicole85 · 3 days

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A fellow Sydcarmy truther recently mentioned John Hughes's "Some Kind of Wonderful" to compare how both Sydney ( in online spaces) and Watts (in the movie) were accused of being lesbians, but are actually in love with their male best friend. Well, I hadn't seen it before and decided to make it my Friday night "homework". I'm such a dork!

Google's Movie Synopsis- Keith Nelson (Eric Stoltz), an artsy high school outcast, tries to land a date with popular girl Amanda Jones (Lea Thompson) with some help from his tomboy best friend, Watts (Mary Stuart Masterson). However, his advances draw the ire of Amanda's snobby ex-boyfriend, Hardy Jenns (Craig Sheffer), who makes plans to get even. Matters are further complicated when Watts realizes she likes Keith as more than just a friend and tries to convince him to stop pursuing Amanda.

The verdict: I REALLY LIKED IT!!! If you can get past the first 10 minutes of cheesy dialogue, the sincerity of this simple love story will carry you along. The chemistry between the cast was great and the ending predictable but well-deserved. I know I'll be spinning the block. It's free with ads on YouTube.

VIP of the Movie: Easily Watts, although the story revolves around Keith. Mary Stuart Masterson acted her FACE off. I really believed in her heart-shattering over and over. The girl can blush and tremble on command. These screenshots don't do her justice.

Back to the Sydcarmy assignment: The anti-shippers posit that Sydney might be gay, just as Watts was thought to be because of her tomboy aesthetic, fearless attitude and her obsession with the drums. Sydney is also lionhearted, narrowly focused on her ambitions, and her style is somewhat androgynous. None of those are traits of any particular sexuality. Obviously, it's possible Sydney likes women, but those locked gazes with Carmen, her subtle jealously of Claire, and THE TABLE SCENE beg to differ. As, Watts said " Ray, it's 1987. Did you know a girl can be whatever she wants to be?" 37 years later that still applies. As a 30+ nerdy woman who often doesn't wear makeup and whose "uniform" is joggers, sneakers, and a ponytail it's goofy to assume a woman's sexuality based on clothes, hobbies, or the ability to stand up for herself.

#the bear #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #syd x carmy #john hughes #some kind of wonderful #friends to lovers #tomboy #rom com #androgyny

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redsbrainrot · 9 months

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My Review on the Miraculous Movie

I’ve divided the review into sections with a final personal statement on it at the end. Spoilers ahead!!! Obviously.

Animation: 10/10

Absolutely gorgeous. Probably the most stunning animated film I’ve ever seen. The glow, the mist, the kwamis, the setting, fucking exceptional. Chloe’s hair especially was gorgeous. The sheer amount of detail that went into every frame is admirable. Everyone who worked on the animation deserves a massive raise.

Character Designs: 9/10

Of course most of the characters remained the same, besides the change in animation style. Like I mentioned above, I adored Chloe’s hair. Her dress at the end of the movie was also so glamorous. Marinette’s ladybug themed dress suited her so well, she looked beautiful.

The Mime and the Magician are also worth mentioning. Mime was so buff? Definitely gonna end up on thirst edits on TikTok. The magician too… very thicc…

Gabriel all disheveled waiting for Adrien to come home was so weird to see. But I liked it. His Hawkmoth suit as well was so refreshing. I couldn’t stand Shadowmoth and Monarch in seasons 4 and 5. Nice to see him again. The wings on the final fight too, mesmerising.

Emilie looked extremely different from her version in the show. I’m not sure which version I prefer. I loved her curly ponytail when she was on the stage.

Characters dialogue/actions: 6/10

Unfortunately I did have some problems with some of the minor behaviour changes in some of the characters. Specifically Adrien and Plagg. Plagg was funny in some parts (didn’t know Kwami’s could get gassy) but in others he was a bit of a dick? I can’t really explain it but there was just an off vibe with him.

Adrien also was slightly different. I actually loved seeing him stand up to Gabriel. Very much needed. I didn’t really like how distant he was with Marinette for most of the film. The Adrien we know and love from the series finds her awkwardness funny and I quote, “charming”. This was less so implied in the film. He was weirded out.

Chat Noir being extra cocky when he first met Ladybug was fucking hilarious though, I loved it. Made me giggle.

Pacing: 7/10

The pacing was mostly good… aside from the Adrienette scenes. They felt rushed. That’s all I really have to comment on this part. The film wasn’t slow though, which is a massive problem in the industry these days. I like how you were just thrown straight into it, no waiting around. As someone who zones out a fair bit, and very easily, I didn’t find the film drawn out.

Voice acting: 10/10

Exceptional. The voice actors never fail to disappoint. Especially Bryce Papenbrook and Keith Silverstein. Bryce singing “Cat Noir” in the Notre Dame scene was so funny.

And I’m sorry, Keith Silverstein’s fucking singing? I’m gonna dedicate a section to the singing but come on, worth mentioning here too.

The ending where he finds out his son is Chat Noir, made me sob. It was so well animated and acted, that I was uncontrollably sobbing.

Christina Vee also never fails to amaze me.

Chloe did sound different in this film, but it was somewhat refreshing. Her tone was less whiney like it became in season 4 and 5 of the show (I blame the writing for that though).

Songs/Singing: 7/10

I feel slightly conflicted on this subject.

Yes, the singing is good. The songs didn’t make me cringe like most musicals do. Will definitely be listening to Hawkmoth’s song again.

However… the drastic change between Marinette’s dialogue and her singing was hard to take seriously. I wish they voice matched her a little better. Adrien’s sounded different too, but it was more believable than Marinette’s. I had Monster High flashbacks from …that… film.

ANYWAY Keith FUCKING Silverstein? My jaw DROPPED. Fucking amazing.

Same with Tikki! Her singing parts were so enjoyable.

Story: 8/10

Overall, the story is good. There are some tweaks I would personally make. But I definitely prefer Jeremy ZAG’s version over Astruc’s. While there are some beautiful plots and stories lurking about in Astruc’s version, if I had to choose, I would pick ZAG’s take on it.

I will make a likes and dislikes list on some of the changes.

Likes:

- Adrien actually says “my mum died”. In the show he always just says “disappeared” or “went away”. I’m not sure if that’s just some odd Disney censorship though. But in this version, he actually says she’s dead.

- Chloe. Just Chloe. She was kind of iconic. Wasn’t over the top like she is in the show.

- Subtle hints of Nino’s feelings for Alya. They weren’t completely subtle obviously, but I like the simplicity.

- Gabriel having a fucking bob, HAHAHSHAH.

- Emilie Agrest being a stage actor

- “Watermelon”.

- Plagg being gassy

- Adrien having balls and yelling at his dad

- The way the butterfly miraculous was portrayed

- Careless whisper

- Gabriel finding out his son his Chat Noir. Like, that is the best. His reaction was beautiful, in a way? I don’t like how in the show he got off basically scot-free, and never found out his son was the hero he was fighting against, and vice versa.

Dislikes:

- Marinette having 0 friends… not even Rose, Juleka and Mylene. Sick of the loser hero trope.

- Plagg being a little condescending towards Adrien

- Adrien rejecting Marinette after Ladybug rejected him - like bestie go for the opportunity to discover new things with someone else

Overall rating: 7.5/10

Felt like 7 was too low, but 8 was too high. Don’t get me wrong, I love this film. I’ve already watched it multiple times by the time I’ve written this. Now I look at films with two different perspectives: average viewer and critic. So my final ratings always have a fair balance. If the film has a good premise, I usually enjoy it. It’s the execution of it that really matters however.

I’ve always thought miraculous has a good premise. The execution in the show… is another review I can make. In the film, it’s certainly improved. Not perfect, but improved. What made the film so great came down to the animation, songs, and character interactions. The changes made impacted the film massively, and I love most of them.

The ending where Adrien and Marinette go to kiss and then it cuts to “the end” was very rage inducing. Personally I can’t stand those types of teasing. However the next scene with Nathalie, made up for that. Having the film end on sort of a cliffhanger was unexpected I must say. I knew they’d tease at Emilie being under the Agrest mansion, but not in the way they did. Plus, she was wearing the peacock miraculous. I loved that. Even with the reveal of identities they’ve still left room for a sequel. For this franchise, I don’t think a sequel to the movie will hurt. It can’t be nowhere near as messy as the series, as the film has already proved it is not.

To anyone, in or out of the fandom, I recommend you watch the film. Definitely worth it.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous the movie #miraculous awakening #tales of ladybug and cat noir #movie review #miraculous movie review #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #chat noir #ladybug #ladynoir #adrienette #miraculous spoilers

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whosdinkleyhenderson · 2 years

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a 'failed' new start. 1

Summary: Part 1 of all fired up.

Song: Human Nature - Michael Jackson.

Warnings: Death.

A/n: Upon the request of my sister, I have used young Jensen Ackles as the face claim of Jessie Gellar and young Mädchen Amick gifs to represent the reader (Y/n)... but you can imagine anyone you want. I've made Y/n personality similar to 'Who's rocky' Y/n. Next chapter: you, abandoned me Word count: 2537

~Winter 1986~

You had been Billy’s girl, but after the events of last summer that quickly changed.

People had been offering you their deepest sympathies, but you could give a shit. The one good thing you enjoyed having around was long gone, well that had been until you met Robin. Who, sadly had been stuck working with Steve at scoops ahoy. Now to be your co-workers at The Family Video.

The day they came in had been quite interesting.

~A few days after the Mall fire of 1985~

You had been stacking, in the romance section when the bell rang signalling someone was in the store. Dropping the copy of Pretty in pink, you sighed and made your way to the front.

“Welcome, to Family Video. The one-stop family, blah, blah blah.” You finished, ignoring the two in front of you.

“Um… excuse, would you quit picking your nails and look up, for one god~”

“Listen, lady,” you looked up to meet familiar blue eyes, Robin Buckley.

A small smile formed on your face, the same occurring on the other girls. Holding up a finger. You cleared your throat.

“KEITH!”

The sound of rustling came from the back of the store.

“WHAT.”

“ROBIN AND DICKFACE ARE HERE.” You called sending them both a fake smile. The stumbling of Keith's footsteps ceased the minute he approached the counter. Looking down at you, he signalled to the romance section.

Giving him the finger, you strutted off making sure to swing your hips.

Steve watched your retreating form, the neon pink tank top that sat under your vest. tight high-waisted shorts that gave your behind a good hold. Hair tied into a loose low ponytail, thick neon green socks paired with scruffy yellow converses.

“Hey lover boy, stop checking Y/n’s ass.” Keith snapped cause Steve snapped out of his trance, earning an eye roll from you. Shaking your head you placed your headphones on, music drowning out the conversation between the three teens.

Drawing his attention back to Keith, who wore an unimpressed look. Steve nervously smiled.

“Nice, place you got here.” He gestured to their surroundings, but Keith didn’t move a muscle.

“Don’t try and charm your way into this one, Harrington.”

Grabbing him by the shoulder, Robin yanked Steve away from the counter.

“Can you give us a second, Keith?”

“I don’t care.” He mumbled turning away to the small TV.

Snapping her head to Steve. Robin glared, daggers were literally pouring out her eyes.

“You had one job. To stand there and look pretty. NOT look at y/n’s ass… You’re gonna blow this for us and if you do, I will end you, Harrington. I. Will. End. You.” She hissed. Before pulling back in front of the counter.

When you finally looked up, you found Steve fixing the cardboard cut out of Phoebe Cates. You rolled your eyes once again, one more time and you swore they’ll be stuck up there staring at your brain forever. You stood up and took off your headphones, before heading over to the counter.

“Hey.” Huffing you turned around to the owner of the voice.

“What dickhead?” You stood with your hands on your hips, waiting for what had to be said.

“...nothing, nothing, sorry don’t worry about it.” Steve quickly stated. Which once again earned another eye roll from you.

“Seriously Keith, if you hire, this dipshit. I’m quitting and then you’ll have to hire someone else, whose ass you can check… didn’t think I knew? You do know that there are mirrors around the store right? Besides, you can’t look at Robin’s coz she bats for a different team, sweetie.”

Leaning toward Steve, impressed Robin uncrossed her arms the slightest and gestured to you, “Didn’t she used to babysit Max Mayfield?”

Staring right at you, he watched how you taunted the other boy. Eye moving with emotion, eyebrows creasing at every word you spoke. Not even bothering to make eye contact with the girl next to him, Steve nodded. “Yep…and was Hargrove's girl too.”

Steve had been there the night Billy sacrificed himself. He heard your wails from his hiding spot. He felt the need to run over and catch your falling form. Hands clutching the bloodied boy’s tank top, before throwing your head back and looking at the sky.

~Summer 1985, The Mall ~

Sobs were spilling out your mouth as you tried your best to comfort his dying form. Max had been beside you, clutching onto your arms, sobbing hard.

“Billy…Billy. Baby, please don’t go… come on you asshole don’t do this… you can’t…you…” A sob slips out your mouth.

A cold wet hand rested gently against your warm tear-stained cheeks. casting your eyes down, you see a small smiling resting on his handsome face. raising a shaking hand and you take a hold of his. Quite sobs stifling out, your lips.

“Max,” He quietly called to the young girl. Lifting her head she made eye contact with the boy she had called brother. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry kid.”

“It’s okay.” She sobbed quietly.

His breathing became laboured, before finally looking at you. A loving smile rested against his now black-coated lips.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah, Billy.”

“I…I…” His breathing ceased, leaving you to wonder about what he was going to say.

“Oh my-, baby… hey, wake up… Billy…Billy, come on…wake up…WAKE UP.” You cry, cupping his face.

“Billy? No, no? Someone…please…help…him…please.”

~End of Summer 1985, The Mall~

Shaking his head Steve, just stared at you, as your wailing cries echoed in his head.

Traumatic and painful.

“Oh, now I remember,” Robin mumbled, eyes growing wide.

“Well, I’m off.” You state swing your bag up your arm and over your shoulder.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, L/n? You still got work to do.”

“Actually, Keith. I finished my paperwork this morning. And besides a girl can’t be late to a date, now can she?” Your sinister smile, scaring the shit out of Keith.

The chime of the store bell caught all your attention. Facing the door, stood Eddie Munson.

“Ugh. Look I’m gonna go… so yeh.”

Stepping in front of you, Eddie stared down. A smirk graced his features.

“Hey Y/n, looking good today.”

You glared up at him.

“You either move your Alice Cooper wannabe face out of my way. or I’ll cut you a new dick.” You smiled sweetly.

Amused Eddie leaned down right next to your left ear.

“I dare you.” He whispered.

You could practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

Asshole.

Steve sat back and watched the encounter between you two. Not realising that he was indeed enjoying this.

“Oh for God, sake. Piss off you dip shit.” With that, you raise your foot and slammed it down. The sound of his toes being squashed filled the air.

“Ouch, you bitch.” he mumbled, moving out of the way.

Satisfied with the reaction, you pushed open the door and headed to your car.

“Holy shit…I think I’m in love.” Steve whispered, earning a look from Robin.

“You men think and feel with your dick.” All three boys shared a look, earning an eye roll from Robin. “Oh my God.”

~Present, Winter 1986~

That had been about few months ago. Ahhh what fun.

You stood slumped against the counter of the video store. The only noise was the sounds of a Bruce Lee movie and Keith’s flustered hisses. Playing with the scrunchie on your wrist you let out a very loud sigh. You had been waiting ten minutes for those idiots to turn up. How long could it possibly take to pick someone up? Groaning you spun around, entertaining yourself with the small TV screen. Your hair had been pulled back into a straighten, half up half down. Thick mint green turtle neck, perfect for the cool weather. Your signature high-waisted jeans and pale yellow converses. Immaculate for a high school pep rally.

The sound of a car honking caught your attention. Rolling your eyes you knew exactly who that was.

“Fucking, Harrington.” You mumbled.

Looking toward Keith, you nodded your head to the door. “Well I’m off… should be back by noon.”

You quickly stepped out of the store, before Keith could protest.

“Damn, bitch.” He muttered, watching you skip off to the marron BMW.

Opening the back door you slipped in and greeted the teens. “Robin!…ugh, Lord dickface.”

Turning around in the drives seat Steve faced you. “Could you, oh I don’t know, have the tiniest bit of respect for me? I am after all driving you.”

“You’re right, thank you…” Steve smiled but soon dropped as the words left your mouth.

“Sugardaddy.” You smiled. Stiffing a laugh Robin, continued putting her make-up on.

“Of course… of course… every God damn time,” Steve mumbled starting up the car.

After twenty minutes of Robin’s constant chatter about Tammy Thompson, this girl in her band club, a very interesting conversation about ‘boobies’. And Steve’s failed attempts to encourage her.

You finally arrived.

“Robin, Jesus Christ! if I have to hear you talk about her again, I swear I personally will rip my eardrums out and shove them down your pants…just…just be you with, whatever her name is okay?... and if I have to have you hear say ‘boobies’ one more time Harrington! I’ll rip off your balls and feed them to Keith.” You hissed out, as the three of you stepped out of the car.

You pushed past the taller teens, in hopes of not being spotted with them. And began searching for your group of friends.

“Besides, Robin. Taking advice from a guy who couldn’t even keep Lil miss Hawkins by his side, isn’t going to get you anywhere… Now Steve better go attend your date, coz she looks like she’s in need of an eye test.” You pointed to the squinting blonde.

Spotting a friend of yours, you took off rather quickly. Watching your retreating form, Steve let out a heavily sign. You were hugging a guy, who had been a part of the school’s basketball team last year. Jessie Gellar. Laughing you flipped your hair.

Beautiful.

Rolling her eyes, Robin nudged him in the arm. “When are you gonna tell her.”

Steve froze.

When was he gonna tell you? He had been hoping that the time you spent with each other would have at least changed some things about how you two treated each other, except it didn’t. Rather, having him flirt with more girls and you, well, just being you. More eye rolls, groans, and snarky comments. Steve didn’t know why you hated him, you had a lot of things in common, like a social group. Tommy and Carol were your friends, you would mainly hang out with them after school or during classes, never at lunch. When Steve was around. Besides you were mainly a social butterfly, hard to believe? Yeah, but it was true. You just despised Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington. And when you met Billy, you became a bit more reserved.

“Huh, when you tell ‘band girl’, you like her.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

“Well, I guess we both won’t experience, anything this year…come on I gotta go get ready and you’ve got a date to attend to.”

From your spot, you watched the two walk together toward the entrance. But when they spilt your eyes followed Steve and stayed on him for a bit. Before one of your friends, pulled you inside.

You watched the cheer team perform their routine. Catching the attention of Chrissy Cunningham, who excitedly waved to you.

“You know Chrissy?” One of the guys asked.

Smiling you waved back at the young girl. “Ah, yeah… I used to babysit her.”

From across the gym, Steve had just found a spot for him and his supposed date, but his eyes were searching for something else. Or someone else.

“Does it bother you that, like, we might win a championship right after you graduated?” Helping the young girl up, he gave a slightly annoyed chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s an interesting point. Thank you so much for bringing that up, Brenda.”

Across the other side of the room, near the exit doors, stood Eddie. Who gazed jadedly through the crowd, for two little freshmen. Who were on the lookout for a new member to join the HellFire club. But instead, caught something way more intriguing. You had been standing next to one of your girlfriends, laughing at some joke that was said between the two of you. You looked like an angel.

“Wow.”

Eddie didn’t know how long he had been staring at you. When he snapped out of it, Jason, Hawkin’s High’s popular jock, voice echoed. A name ran through the air. Billy Hargrove. Silencing the crowd. The gym had become quiet.

Panning in your direction Steve found you looking directly at someone. Max Mayfield. You two both locked eyes sharing the same pain, for one boy. Looking back Steve caught Robin staring as well, before making eye contact with him.

“Hey,” You heard from beside you.

“I’m sorry about Billy, but I heard, that he helped save a lot of people’s lives... He was a hero.” The older lady beside you spoke.

You smiled kindly, trying your hardest to beat off the stinging sensation in your eyes. Even though it had been a few - long agonising - months, it still pierced you in the heart. And your mind, with recurring nightmares.

“Yeah… yeah, he was.”

Your friend, Jessie, pulled you into a side hug. Feeling the pain, you placed your head against his shoulder. Focusing on your breathing. In. Out. In.

“Thanks, Jessie…means a lot.”

“No problem. Y/n.” Jessie soothed, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Jessie had been Billy’s right-hand man, second to Tommy, but after his disappearance, Jessie stepped in. Earning the title of becoming one of Billy’s tightest friend.

After Billy’s death, you had spent time grieving at Jessie's house. Late-night calls, drives, the constant sleepovers. Something between you two had blossomed and now your friendship group were curious.

Coming up with such conspiracies that you two had become an item. But in actual reality, you two were just friends, or so you thought. Not long after you and Jessie began going on cute little outings which, later on, had been labelled as dates. Smiling, you stared up at him with loving eyes.

The snickering of your friends filled your ears.

“Oh get over it.” You laughed at them. The gym once again filling with cheers.

Oblivious to the two sets of brown eyes watching you.

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"Can we go on the ride?"

"No."

"We're going on the ride."

"Fine."

Klance interaction?

Pidge Holt, the devil themself, had came up with the idea to do a daytrip to a themepark. Lance, excitable as ever, had immediately been on board. And well, if Lance was on board, so was Hunk due to being his best friend and so was Keith because that man was unable to say no to him. And well Shiro had to make sure none of them ended up getting lost so obviously he went (even if he was just the bag guy). Allura agreed it was a good idea when she saw how Romelle lit up at the suggestion and they need Coran to drive his minivan to take them so it was only a week after they suggested it that the plan went ahead.

Of course, despite Shiro’s intensive planning, it didn’t take long for them to be split into smaller groups and go off by themselves. They all piled their bags into Shiro and Corans arms before running off. Pidge had spotted the spinniest ride at the park straight away and with a michevious grin, dragged Hunk with them to go on. The man’s face had grew extremely pale at the sight of the ride and the next time Shiro saw them, Hunk looked a bit green. Romelle had dragged Allura over to the arcade she knew was at the middle of the park, and was determined to win her one of the prizes (no matter how much Allura insisted the games were rigged.)

Lance and Keith had split off together, Lance determined to find the scariest-looking ride. On their search, they had also managed to buy overpriced slushies (blue and red of course), been on three smaller rides, and Lance had beat the high score on the shooting game. Now, they stood in front of the tallest and fastest ride in the whole park. Lance was beaming.

“Oh my fucking god, Keith, look at it,” he said excitedly, clapping his hands together.

“I can see it,” Keith said, trying to match Lance’s enthusiasm, but was finding it increasingly difficult to keep the smile on his face with how many butterflies were squirming in his stomach.

“We have to go on it! And buy the picture! Shove it in Pidge’s face that we went on the best ride.”

“I mean,” Keith started, pulling slightly at the ends of his ponytail. “Do we really have to go on it? We just had slushies and I don’t feel like throwing up anytime soon.”

Lance’s smile grew wicked and he moved so he was blocking Keith’s view of the ride. “What’s wrong, Mullet? Scared.”

Keith scowled at him and shoved his shoulder lightly. “I’m not scared. I just don’t want to clean your puke off my shoes.”

“So, can we go on the ride or not?”

He paused, looking at Lance’s hopeful eyes. That pretty face almost made him crumble. Almost.

“No.”

Lance just grinned and put his hands on hips. “Oh, we’re definitely going on that ride.”

Dammit.

“Fine,” Keith sighed.

Lance laughed and grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the line.

“Don’t worry, Mullet, you can hold my hand if you get scared.”

“I’ll be fine thanks.”

(Lance does buy the photo and treasures the terrified look on Keith’s face and the iron grip he has on Lance’s hand forever.) (Pidge finds it hilarious.)

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a short one but i found it cute so

#klance #voltron #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance fic

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oklcmc · 1 year

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ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 FOREWARNING⠀⦂⠀This chapter will contain use of strong language and gore ִ 𖤠 Read at your own discretion.

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 AUTHOR’S NOTE⠀⦂⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I’ve been working on this chapter progressively throughout these past few months of ‘22 and yet，I still don’t like the way it turned out. Given that it is just a filler chapter to give you guys hints on what everything’s leading up to in the next act，I still feel as though I could’ve put forth more effort with it to make it even more intriguing，but I’m not trippin’，’cause I really didn’t want to bring this chapter into ‘23 with me. Having this finally completed has been a huge weight lifted off my shoulders，you guys have no idea，so praise God for that! I can finally start the process of cracking down on my other hobbies besides writing this month，going into ‘23. As I would say back in my Wattpad days，show support by liking，reblogging or even commenting! I’m appreciative of every little interaction y’all give me，but more specifically with this piece of work here! Muah!⠀⠀⠀‘’

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THE GLORIOUS DAYS IS GONE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AND EVERYBODY’S DOIN’ BAD ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YO⸝ MAD LIVES IS UP FOR GRABS!⠀〞

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ㅤㅤㅤ“𝕺KAY⸝ SO I’M FULLY AWARE that I’m late arriving to our Kung Fu Watch-A-Thon, but the great news is that I’ve come bearing gifts to make up for the time lost!”

After a forty-minute commute to the Soldier crew’s habitual dining place of Louie & Ernie’s Pizza back in The Bronx and weaving traffic for nearly the same amount of time, Kei and Lamar had successfully made it through the door of Tyree’s Vinegar Hill pad where Isaiah had been patiently anticipating their arrival on an empty stomach.

He sat slouched within his favorite seat within the apartment, arms crossed with his traditional attire of wrinkled baseball Jerseys and white crew neck T-shirts while The 36th Chamber of Shaolin aired on the 55″ flat screen television. The camouflage A Bathing Ape brand bucket hat he was then sporting had been slightly tilted down over his mahogany eyes, making it damn near difficult to tell on whether or not he had actually been watching the film or whether it had been watching him the entire time, especially beneath the dim directional lights of the front room.

They both had received an answer to their question when Isaiah went to adjust himself in the recliner at Kei’s bribery.

“Ah, I knew you couldn’t resist a good bargain,” Kei conveyed rather vivaciously, swiftly slipping from out her Cinderellaesque PVC pumps and leaving Lamar to fetch them like the mutt he was. She went to safely place her glass bag aside on the entertainment stand before taking the pizza boxes from his possession and going to approach Isaiah, kneeling before him in her authentic Thierry Mugler frock. “So what will it be tonight, Zay, plain cheese or Margherita?”

Without so much as a single utter, Isaiah didn’t hesitate when hungrily outstretching his hands for the box with the all cheese pizza stored inside of it.

“Now how’d I know you’d choose that one? More Margherita for me then,” She shrugged, placing the box of Margherita pizza on the coffee table before going to stand on her own two, facing towards the hallway in which their bedrooms resided while finally getting the opportunity to take down the high ponytail in her head that seemingly gave her a make-shift face lift and migraine throughout the course of the night. “I’ma go wash this makeup off and slip into something a little more comfortable. Keep my se—”

“Thank you.” An indistinct baritone voice muttered, causing Kei, as well as Lamar to pause dead in their tracks.

“Lamar, y-you said somethin’?”

“Hell nah!” He exclaimed, putting up a minor fight with the can of Red Bull he had managed to snag from the tall freestanding larder fridge while attempting to get it open. “I think that little nigga just talked!”

“Oh my God, Zay! You can talk?!?! It’s a miracle!” Kei exclaimed in excitement, clasping her hands together and bringing them up towards her gloss coated lips before turning to face Isaiah who had a bashful grin ghosting his full lips.

“That nigga hasn’t spoken in like five years!” Lamar stated, gently going to grab Kei up by her upper arm before catapulting her towering stature towards his own by his free hand. “Ay, whatever voodoo you performed on him and T, you need to try on me.” He blew a kiss in her direction in which she rejected by kissing her teeth and rolling her eyes before snatching away from him.

“It’s called “Decorum,” weird ass. You oughta learn more of it. Now if you’d excuse me, I’d like to go change unlike some people ‘round here. I ain’t gon’ name no names, and keep your hands out my pizza!”

“I bought the shit.” Lamar retorted, falling back onto the leather sofa.

“Yeah, with my man’s money!” Kei shot back once in the safety of her and Tyree’s bedroom before going to slam and lock the door.

“You, as well as I know that that’s bullshit, aight, Kei?! My mans owes me for all the babysittin’ I’ve done with you and Zay these past six years and countin’, for you, a month and countin’! Fuck else you think I’m gettin’ paid for? To sit ‘round, lookin’ pretty? Oh, I must’ve forgot, that’s you and Bianca’s responsibility, right? ‘Cause I ain’t tryna step on anybody’s toes!” Lamar shouted sarcastically in response from the living room area, mouth then full of cheese pizza.

“Tuh! Won’t ‘fend me none!” Kei sibilated once her high quality jewelry was removed and stored safely inside it’s organizer.

She opted her vintage Thierry Mugler frock for casual attire that was far less overstimulating, that being a graphic camisole top and a pair of loose fit denim shorts in which she had to fold the band over in order to keep them up on her waistline for the time being. She slipped her pedicured feet inside her green Marni Sabot mules with a very high priority of showering straight after dinner before retreating to the bathroom to rid her face of any makeup.

She was in the midst of drying her face with a few disposable Bounty quilted napkins when an obnoxious crash could be heard coming from the living room area, causing for her to pause all action completely. She thought nothing of it in that spare moment of silence, resuming with her nightly regime, chalking it up to being nothing more than Lamar’s ass horseplaying around with Isaiah, per usual, until it came to her name being shouted by Lamar, despair lacing his tone. She was sure on disposing the used napkins before rushing to his aide with her heart in her throat.

Kei knew something was off that night. Her intuition led her to believe so, and the blood smearing on the open door, staining Tec’s hands and all tracing back to the once white T-shirt of Tyree that was then soiled in it further proved that she should’ve stuck with her first instinct instead of putting her faith in his. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing another.

“TYREE!” Kei shouted unto him, knees collapsing at his side by the leather sofa in which his tremoring body was then laid upon. “Tyree...” She whimpered, tucking her quivering bottom lip between her teeth only momentarily as a tear fell from the tip of her tinted nose. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands or attire dirty when carefully going to bring his body closer to hers. She assumed the only way they’d receive any explanation on this at all was if they’d remain calm while going about it. “Tyree, baby, tell me what happened. Who did this to you, hm? C’mon...” She sniffed, damp forehead falling against his as she caressed his face for comfort though it did anything but that. “Please talk to me, baby. Just... Please!” She wept, losing patience as he convulsed within her arms.

By this time within the night, Tyree’s 6′2″ frame had succumb to severe pain due to the gunshot wounds that penetrated his shoulder and side. The amount of blood he had lost from the train station to right there on the sofa had him feeble and delirious. He could barely distinguish illusion from reality. A desperate cry for help would only resort in more blood being spilled, so was there even a point in entertaining the thought of it? If this were his fate then he was damn sure accepting of it.

“Tec, what happened tonight?!” When Kei couldn’t pry the answers from her boyfriend, she instead found herself inquiring the next person in line for the job. Her glossy eyes fell on Tec who paced at the center of the living room, bewilderness set into his expression as the events that took place well over an hour ago still played out in his head on a constant loop.

His blood-stained hands trembling with panic as he skillfully attempted to ignite the backwood tucked between his lips even in the condition of an sprained wrist. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around how none of them seen it coming, and on the other hand, he couldn’t help but to place blame on himself with how Tyree and Soldier ended up. So many “If’s” and “Maybe’s.” If only he had took his own truck instead of pooling with Soldier that night, it would’ve bought them more time to escape the Jakes with him. He could’ve gotten Tyree home much more quicker than what the train had, not to mention them having to walk blocks from the crime scene in order to catch that.

“Shit, I don’t know, Kei!” Tec bellowed in agitation once pulling the blunt from his lips, halting his pace only momentarily in order to gather his thoughts. “We was only supposed to be hittin’ The Heights to celebrate T’s win tonight. Couple bottles, some sesh, a few bitches, y’know? The usual. Shit took a left turn in Soldier’s whip once we found out them opp niggas was following us from the venue. Ra had to have been wit’ them niggas—”

“Ra?! As in Raphael?!” Lamar interrogated, head jerking back and eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Nah, no way.”

“Nigga, I’m tryna tell your ass, Ra was wit’ them niggas! Who the fuck else you think was bustin’ shots in T’s direction first?! In the front seat of our whip, at that?!” Tec sniffed, swiping his thumb beneath his frigid and tinted nose in anger by use of his dominant hand. “I saw the shit myself! Next thing you know, an old school Cadillac Coupe DeVille that them niggas was rollin’ in pulls up next to us and starts firing more shots. We all ended up crashin’ somewhere on 125th and Lex, but it ain’t end there. Tyree called himself hopping out to go after them niggas... Alone. Meanwhile, I’m left to tend to Soldier even though I’m just as fucked up as he is at that point,” He took a swift pull from his blunt, his vacant eyes wide open and set on nothing in particular as he went to close out his story. “I’m still not even a hundred percent sure what went down in that station earlier, shit, I’m not even sure if I want to know. I’ll let T tell y’all that part. All I do know is that Ra’s on the run, Soldier’s in the slammer and we out here.”

“Soldier’s in holding?” Kei questioned empathetically as if that had been the only statement she excerpted from his vent.

“Ain’t no fuckin’ way half these niggas jumped ship, Soldier’s in the can and we out here outnumbered, crippled or damn near dead! Let’s get Tyree to the nearest hospital so that we can go get back at them niggas!”

“Nigga, are you dumb, stupid or slow?! Did you not hear what the fuck I just said?! The streets is mad hot right now for any of us, that including Kei! It was mad surveillance cameras in that one spot. The best we can do right now is lay low ‘til it all blows over.”

“What?! And let him bleed out?!” Lamar questioned, extending his arms out in the direction of Tyree.

“I feel like you got somethin’ you wanna say, Lamar...” Tec stated, walking up on Lamar.

“You guys, is now really the best time for all this?” Kei questioned softly.

“Fuck that. I’m makin’ a housecall to Dr. Moore. He’ll clear all this shit up. C’mon, Zay. You ‘on’t need to be seeing all this.” Lamar stated, grabbing the back of Isaiah’s neck in a brotherly manner once he was in close proximity of him before they would both make their way to the back of the apartment.

“Yeah, you call that strung out ass nigga. I’m headin’ to the rooftop. I need some fuckin’ air.” Tec announced, slamming the door on his way out and leaving Kei on her lonesome.

Flatbush，Brooklyn

A very eager and even more anxious Jasper Valentine sat positioned in genuflect as he laced his Adidas with unsteady hands before his own son who laid fast asleep and bundled within the comfort of his own car seat warmer, on the porch of none other than the Lewis’.

It was well past midnight and New York had hit it’s lows as far as the fall weather was concerned which would explain their hefty getups, but Jasper had deep meaning to go a lot further in his.

“Ay, little man, it’s daddy here,” Jasper glanced down at his five-month-old son’s full face for what could potentially be the last time, his NUK brand pacifier being latched on sporadically throughout the infant’s deep slumber. “I realize... I realize that you’re far too young to comprehend just what I’m about to tell you, but I feel as though I at least owe that to ya dukes since your grandparents couldn’t exactly do the same when it came to us. I’m going away for a minute. Going to find your Titi Kei along with your Tío Antonio. It’s uncertain to me on just how long we’ll actually be away or if we’ll even be returning at all with the way things are lookin’ right now, but the really dope part about all this, is that you’ve got angels in your corner, ready and willing to protect you at any given cost, that including your abuela, your madre and even ya Tía XiXi, so you be a good boy for them ‘til papi gets back, hm? And just remember, no matter what happens after tonight, I love you, Joie Valentine. Never will stop lovin’ you.” He kissed his teeth with a wink, giving his son a gentle chin check that caused the infant to slightly stir in his sleep before standing to his feet and going to adjust the strap of the brimming The North Face jester backpack on his right shoulder which so happened to be considered Joie’s makeshift diaper bag since birth as well.

His right hand latched onto the handle of Joie’s car seat before finally facing towards the front door of the Lewis’ Flatbush brownstone and proceeding to ring the doorbell with whatever pride he had left in him.

Mrs. Lewis’ dainty stature would soon appear at the interior craftsman doors of the vestibule of her brownstone in a satin bonnet while tying her terry cloth bath rope closed over her muumuu nightgown with her eyes halfway closed shut.

“Jasper,” The elder woman exhaled deeply in relief, bringing the young man into her tight embrace almost as if she hadn’t been expecting his company. He would’ve done the same if it weren’t for him clutching on the handle of Joie’s car seat as well as the strap of his diaper bag. “Thank God you made it here safely,” She pulled back, clasping her hands together before bringing them up towards her full lips as she batted her natural lashes in his direction. “How you been holding up?”

“I’ll be at ease once I know Kei’s back home safe,” Jasper stated, a little hostile than he probably initially intended. This all stemming from their very first encounter with the police. Seemed as if everyone had questions, but no one had answers, so he was setting out to find them on his own. “Look, Mrs. Lewis, I... I just wanted to personally thank you for doing me this solid again. I really don’t know how me and mines would’ve even made it this far without the support of you and yours. The Tsangs included.”

“Jasper Valentine, there’s no need to thank me,” She insisted, grabbing at both of his brawny upper arms. “You just thank the Lord above for binding us together in trying times such as this and for giving you the strength and protection to carry on day to day, you hear?” Her fingers slipping beneath his chin affectionately in order to lift his head up in confidence so that they were seeing eye to eye had him smiling through the pain. “The only thing you need to do for me is to be sure Kei gets home safely, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” He nodded his head in agreement. “And I know you didn’t ask for anything in return, but I still left $500 in cash, my EBT card and the keys to the apartment in Joie’s diaper bag just in case I don’t make it back in time and he ends up needing more clothes, diapers, formula or anything else for that matter. I know you’ll be checkin’ in on mi abuelo as well though he’s pretty self-sufficient, but just in case, his SSDI check comes in on the third of each month and that’s usually what we’ll use to pay the rent with after getting his necessities.”

“I know you’re good for it, baby,” Mrs. Lewis assured, taking Joie as well as his diaper bag from his possession around the same time Antonio made an appearance at the vestibule in his coordinating black assemble. Boy, was she a strong woman to be her early sixties. “Now you two go and find your sister. I’ll be praying!” She shooed the young adults away from her stoop.

They would get halfway down the street before they’d open their mouths to say anything.

“You never told me where we’re headin’ first.” Antonio stated, lacing his favorite range of metallic silver Nike Air Force Foamposite Pro sneakers.

“We’re going to see a man about a horse.” Jasper informed nonchalantly, not willing to make further conversation than that as he would yank the hood of his pullover over his freeform locs at the signal of the crosswalk light.

Bloomingdale，New Jersey 3：16 AM

Jasper and Antoino’s excursion from the gutters of Flatbush, Brooklyn to the suburbs of Bloomingdale, New Jersey by use of the Q train was a straight shot that only took a two-hour duration if you included the bus rides in between. Their destination of the night was on the porch of a three-bedroom townhome complex located in a predominantly residential area. To say that they both felt every bit of out of place, especially dressed in all black while being Black, at this time of night, was an understatement, but they both knew that they were there to serve a greater purpose, so there was really was no use in turning back at that point in time. Plus the Rap music pumping from the inside told them otherwise. This had to have been a safe space.

“Yo, bro, just a reminder that when we get inside, let me do most of the conversing. Remember I told you on the train ride here that I’ve known these cats since high school and how they ain’t too fond of new people comin’ ‘round.” Jasper forewarned, ringing the doorbell to the townhome as instructed before stepping back to where Antonio stood, carelessly rolling his preferred strain of sour diesel into a fronto leaf just to calm his nerves since he couldn’t find the time to do so earlier.

“I gotchu, bro.” Antonio reassured, not even bothering to glance in his direction as the panel door before them flew open without even so much as an interrogation on their identities while standing on the opposite side, a thick fog of marijuana smoke following shortly after. Their choice in the likes of Baby Keem’s discography weren’t as muddled then with the door being wide open. They could make out every word being shouted within the sidebar conversations of those who occupied the living room area inside. Though it seemed too late within the night to be making plans to go anywhere far.

They could only guess who actually answered the door for them as their eyes fell onto a kid, no older than eight years old and evidently of mixed race just by the loose curl pattern of his untamed natural, standing in the doorway in Marvel thermal long johns and crew socks while rubbing his puffy eyes in closed fists.

“Ay, little man, your parents—” Jasper began to interrogate the boy on his parents whereabouts when the answer came stumbling into view.

“Blaze,” Though clearly inebriated, the woman was courteous enough to hiccup into her fist before clutching onto the door for some stability. “What’ve I told you ‘bout opening my door without permission from me or your dad, huh?!”

“Sorry, mommy...” Blaze sulked with his head hung low.

“There won’t be a “Sorry” next time. I’ma just start putting a belt to your ass, how ‘bout that?! Huh?! Now go to bed like I asked! You know good and dang on well you not supposed to be up at this time of night!”

“Yes, ma’am.” Blaze remained courteous throughout his mother’s dispute, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom, her eyes following him every step of the way.

“I’m sorry ‘bout that. These ki— Jasper?!” The young mother would cock an eyebrow, an inviting smirk ghosting her full lips as her hands fell to her waist at the sight of an old friend.

“Shawnee, hey,” Jasper greeted once coming to realization of it being his former friend from high school as she reached out for a hug to which he happily accepted. “Long time, no speak. It’s good to finally see you again. That’s you?” He asked, referring to the kid who had seen himself up to his bedroom.

“Um, yeah,” She nodded once pulling away from him and going to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me and Juul’s. I heard you had one too. Congratulations.”

“Why, thank you.”

“The fuck is Juul?” Antonio muttered, only expecting for Jasper’s ears to hear until the back of Jasper’s hand came flying into his solid chest, nearly knocking the wind from him and the blunt from out his hand.

“Um, this is my brother-in-law, Antonio, but we call him Juice. I bought him along fo’ the ride.You think Juul’ll mind?”

“Course not. He’s been expecting your company, actually,” She stated, stepping aside to give them access to the townhome. “Upstairs, first door on your left.”

“Thank you.”

The duo would enter the townhome with great precaution, moving with stealth as they passed the kitchen, dining and living room areas that housed two more beautiful women— One sporting a bleached pixie cut and the other sporting a side swoop— Who indulged in their choice of marijuana or liquor while sparking up a conversation on the company as they passed by in order to reach the staircase.

They were hardly able to make it past the threshold of their designated bedroom within the townhome without firearms being pointed in their direction, causing for them to throw their hands up in defense.

“Yo, Juul, Paris, Sol? Chill! It’s just me, Jasper, from prep school, remember?” Jasper sputtered with his chest heaving as the trio hesitated to lower their weapons. He pondered on if this paranoid behavior came routine for the three, especially with a child being involved. Surely, these weren’t the same people he once considered running with back in prep school.

“Shit, Jasper,” Juul exhaled, running a clammy hand down his speckled face before being the first of the three to lower his weapon, surprisingly. “You gotta speak up next time. We almost blew your damn lid off,” He drawled, his ocean blue eyes scanning the room to catch his two colleagues still in defense mode. “They good.”

“They ain’t good ‘til I say they are,” Paris stated, glancing back at Juul.

Sol was an exchange student deriving from Japan at their time of prep school. He verbally spoke a lick of English and was more on the mute side either way which lead other people to push their own narratives about who he was as a person. Except for Paris. Paris was patient, ready and willing to protect Sol at all costs, study his culture and vice versa, so Sol would always feel the need to coincide with him, good or bad. They were the true definition of yin and yang. Before The Notorious 3 were even established, there was Paris and Sol, bonding over their passions for hypebeast fashion and music.

“I know that’s Jasper, but who the fuck is this Mr. T lookin’ motherfucker to the left of him? Nobody sent for him.”

True, Jasper thought.

He should’ve asked before stringing him along. He knew that they kept a knit operation and an outsider could cost them everything, so he couldn’t really blame them for being cautious.

“This is my brother-in-law, Antonio. We call him Juice. He’s just here lookin’ for the same answers as me, man.” This statement evidently put everyone’s racing minds at ease, causing for Paris and Sol to finally lower their weapons before Jasper and Antonio did the same with their hands.

“You should ask next time.” Paris suggested.

“No doubt.” Jasper agreed, hesitantly going to take a seat in the loveseat alongside Antonio.

“Y’all mind if I light this joint?” Antonio asked, making himself comfortable by removing his Supreme brand backpack before holding his fronto up to their eye level to prevent further suspicion.

“Yeah, man, knock yourself out.” Juul approved, taking a rip from his own form of antidepressant which so happened to be a vape.

“Now that the dust has settled, can we get down to business on my sister’s whereabouts?” Jasper inquired, irritation evident within his tone as he clasped his hands together.

“Course, bro. That’s what we’re all here for, right?” Juul stated with no particular response. “You know I’ve never beat around the bush with any of y’all, so I’ma just come right out and say that the reason the cops couldn’t find Kei is because she’s now apart of an underground street fighting ring.”

“She’s what?!” Jasper exclaimed in disbelief, leaping up from his place on the loveseat as if it would somehow obliterate the anger he’d been carrying all this time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t get riled up, no matter the circumstances that she were in, but he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that his baby sister had been engaging in an underground street fighting ring of some sort and how it only took Juul’s less than ten minutes to tell him so while it took the New York Police Department more than ten days to even identify XiXi’s lifeless body on a dead end street. They were useless! “Why y’all ain’t just tell me this shit on the phone earlier in the night, huh?! We could’ve been at these niggas’ spot!”

“Bro, don’t shoot the messenger, aight?! We just attended the spot earlier in the night after months of being absent from the scene. It would’ve been mad suspicious of us to go snatching Kei up without an actual plan in motion. Plus Kei didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger at that moment in time. What more do you want us to do?”

“To do your fuckin’ job, how ‘bout that?! Do exactly what I paid y’all to do! It’s not that fuckin’ hard!”

“And it ain’t that simple either, Jasper!” Juul’s reciprocated Jasper’s energy, pouncing up from his seat in the office chair before walking up on him. “And what you’re not about to do is come inside my crib and try to bitch me in front of our boys or my son while he’s lying in the next room! We beyond all this shit!” Being the bigger person out of the both of them, he gripped Jasper’s shoulder in order to compose him. “Look, I get your determination on getting your sister back home, Jasper, I truly do. I’d flip out if my sister was in a ring too, but you gotta keep in mind that these people we talkin’ ‘bout are just as lethal as us three, if not, more and on a much larger scale; therefore, we gotta be strategic on how we move.”

“Then what exactly is it that you suggest we do, Juul? ‘Cause I’m losing my patience. I’ll take them niggas on myself.” Jasper gritted, shooting daggers in his direction.

Truth be told, Juul hadn’t really had any particular plan in order. This was one of those plan-as-you-go situations, but he wasn’t about to let Jasper know that.

All previous tension within the room seemingly came to a standstill when all three of the women from earlier came bombarding the already crowded place with their inebriated spirits and the causes of them, sparing Juul some time to think this through.

Shawnee would stumble her way over to Juul before going to wrap her flimsy arms around his torso the best way that she could while her friend sporting the blonde pixie cut found a comfortable seat inside of Paris’ lap and the other replaced Jasper’s spot on the loveseat beside Antonio.

“Jasper, I’m sure you remember Shawnee,” Juul reintroduced his fiancée to his childhood friend as if they hadn’t already had the honor of doing so before he or Antonio had even stepped foot inside the townhome. “That’s Paris’ girlfriend, Phylum and their best friend, Angel, who’s pretty familiar with the underground scene, am I right, Angel?”

“Um, yeah,” Angel hesitated to answer, Seagram’s Escape Sangria wine cooler clenched within her hand. “Given I haven’t been in a few months.”

“That’s it!” Juul exclaimed, snapping his fingers.

“What’s it?” Jasper queried in irritation.

“Angel! We could use her as a decoy at the next street fight happenin’ at The Chop Shop in Queens! She can easily side with Kei, get the details on where they’re crashing at and from there, you and Juice’ll have y’all way on getting Kei out.”

Jasper didn’t know whether or not Juul’s plan was actually foolproof, but he didn’t think he had much of a choice at that point. He wasn’t familiar with that territory or it’s kindred, only Kei, so it was best to let him do his job, cause if the circumstances were up to him, he would’ve walked in, guns blazing over his sister.

“Aight, fuck it,” Jasper sighed out, giving in. “What’s the soonest you can get this all lined up?”

“Shit, tonight, but that doesn’t change the fact that the next street fight ain’t scheduled ‘til the end of the month.”

“Ain’t no sense in wasting time then. Let’s make it happen.”

“I’m on it, bro. You got my word.”

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 AUTHOR’S NOTE⠀⦂⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀Just to make one thing perfectly clear，I came up with Juul’s name way before this episode of Euphoria aired. I’m talkin’ year ‘20，so don’t even try me，ma’am. I’ll hopefully be seeing y’all the top of next year with a new chapter if my job and other hobbies don’t interfere with that，fingers crossed! Love y’all! Thank y’all for tuning in wit’ me. 'Til next time.⠀⠀⠀‘’