#secret crush

[hairmetal666]

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

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[ladderofyears]

Stutter.

Teenage Draco hadn’t really accepted he was gay until he witnessed Harry Potter after Quidditch training wearing only underwear. Harry’s skin was golden, muscular, and hairy.

Draco stuttered and stammered, embarrassed at his powerful reaction. That night, as he lay in his narrow bed, Draco couldn’t think about anything else.

~

Fifty words.

For @microficmay

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[lisalay00]

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[shewrites7]

Only a Matter of Time

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary - You and Steve decide to spend the whole day together, as friends of course, and all you can do is try your best not to stare at his lips. in other words, The Three Times You Want To Kiss Steve Harrington And The One Time You Do.

type - one shot

word count [6.4k]

tags: Steve Harrington x f!reader, friends to lovers, pining, secret crushes, head over heels in love, a fun day with steve, movie dates and a kiss underneath the night sky. (no specific mention of appearance, race, etc.)

warnings: none

a/n: check it out on my ao3!!

10:30 AM

You didn't know how many more of these car rides you could take. You were sitting next to Steve in the passenger seat of his car, with three middle schoolers in the back seat that were bound to push you to the brink of insanity if they kept it up. It, meaning, the way they loved to torture you about how you felt about Steve.

They'd picked apart everything about the two of you, mentioning Steve to you when you were alone, giggling in the back seat every five minutes when car rides like these happened. You'd never mentioned to them how you felt about Steve—you weren't even sure what you felt. But, whatever they thought, they were certainly sure of it. And they were relentless.

You wondered if they did the same to Steve, if they ever made fun of him or had him blushing like you did when they'd mention his name to you. He acted practically oblivious to everything that came from the backseat, vision properly aimed at the road as he drove. Meanwhile, all you could do was try your best to look straight ahead, to not glance to your left at Steve. To not notice the way his hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, or the way he tucked his bottom lip when he was really focused on the road, it coming out glossed over and pink.

God, you really had to stop. You weren't doing anything to help your case. Even if you were looking forward to today, your body tensed at the idea of close contact with Steve all day long.

You and Steve were supposed to share the day together doing fun things, like you'd do with him all the time, practically every week. You would spend the entire day in each other's company, no worries, just having a good time. It was tradition, your special thing. Today though, for some reason, felt different. Your leg was bouncing up and down and you were sure the kids had noticed how quiet you'd been. They notice everything.

After you dropped them all off at the arcade, it would be just you and Steve. Steve and you, completely alone. Nobody around to stop you from falling victim to his smile, or unwillingly letting your mind wander towards the tip of the iceberg, the fine line that echoed out to you, what if? A place you knew you shouldn't even think about, but you couldn't help it.

Steve may have never appeared to notice the mess of thoughts going on inside of you, but the others always did.

"How much slower could you drive?" Dustin called up to the front seat, voice full of attitude and impatience. He sat behind Steve in the driver's seat, squished next to Lucas and Max. Steve and you had agreed to drop the three off at the arcade before spending your Funday together, but you started regretting the decision more and more as the minutes ticked by and they still managed to come up with more to say.

"I'm going the speed limit, Henderson," replied Steve, shutting him down. You heard Dustin scoff from behind.

"You'd think he'd wanna get there faster to get to his date." The three snickered in the back in agreement with themselves.

"Date?" Steve asked, peeking in the rearview mirror with interest. You sighed. Here we go.

"The one you two are going on today, that you do, like, every week." Max's tone hinted at the supposed obviousness of the answer that left you sputtering.

"Max, cut it out, " you said, giving her a firm look. You saw her smirk flash at you evilly from the rearview mirror. She was the worst of them. "This has never been a date."

You saw her shrug. "I mean, it's practically a date." The other two murmured in agreement and you wanted to make the unethical choice of forcing them out of the car to walk the rest of the way, but soon enough you noticed Steve pulling into the parking lot of the arcade, and your thoughts were soothed when you realized you wouldn't have to.

"Enough, you guys." You rolled your eyes with a stern tone, but neither of those things masked the flush that you knew had risen into your face. "We're here now. Out."

Sensing your anger, the trio rushed out of the car and into the arcade, waving goodbye hurriedly and turning around, but not before Max threw a look from over her shoulder to you from behind the car's windshield, one that made you shake your head softly to yourself. You shut the suggestion down mentally. You had to.

Trying to pull yourself out of your thoughts and what the kids had been hinting at, you took a peek over at Steve, who seemed unfazed. Had he had any sort of reaction to what the kids were teasing about? Had he even been focused enough to catch on? Steve's face was anything but revealing at this moment, eyes following Dustin, Max, and Lucas as they hurried into the arcade.

Your heart always bloomed in your chest sweetly when you watched the way Steve looked at the kids, ones he'd grown so accustomed to. They were like his family, more than just some random preteens to him. You'd never failed to notice the way they looked at him too, like he was a safe space for them. They'd been so comfortable around him from the start, and you knew he'd do anything for the bunch of them.

It was sweet, and so Steve. He'd always been caring like that, protective and determined. At least, that's how you'd always seen him. You watched him as he watched the three of them, making sure they got in safely. Seconds passed, and then your glances at him pulled you in to study him in the same way you were helpless to ever actually keep yourself from doing, no matter how hard you tried.

Your eyes flickered over to his, and then down to his lips and up again, and you cringed at yourself as you shut your eyes tightly. You were doing it again. It was like your brain ran amuck at times like this. You weren't sure you knew how to stop it.

"Steve! Steve!" came a voice, Dustin's voice. When you looked out to the arcade, Dustin was running back towards the car, hand on his hat to keep it on his head from his pace.

Steve looked at you and then turned back to Dustin, confused. "Whoa, what's wrong?" he yelled. Dustin practically sprinted to his side of the car with a pound on the window. Steve lowered it.

"I need some cash."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Of course," he drawled, but he was most definitely laughing, hardly hesitating before digging into his wallet and handing the kid a few bucks, to which he smiled gratefully and ran off again, Steve's face wearing a warm smile at his retreating form.

You swore you had heart eyes.

Steve laughed to himself and watched Dustin leave again before turning to you, amusement glinting in his eye. He shrugged with a crooked grin that you wanted to get as close to as possible.

"Kids, what can ya say?"

You just laughed, breathlessly. You could say a lot of things.

12:30 PM

You thought it'd be dark enough in the movie theater to keep it from happening. To stop your heart from doing that agonizingly annoying thing that made it beat ten times louder in your chest and had your eyes glancing down to Steve's lips more times than you'd like to admit.

You and Steve's first destination on your traditional day of fun had been the Movies, a classic tradition. You'd been grateful that Steve had suggested the downtown movie complex. There's no way anything could have happened in a dark theater, right? Wrong, so wrong you could've laughed.

You didn't know how much time had passed since the movie started—it could've been minutes, it could've been an hour. Some action movie was playing, but to you, it was practically background noise. Gunshots and the loud whirr of a helicopter were playing on the big screen that had Steve clearly immersed in it all, meanwhile, all you're thinking about is just how much Steve's brown eyes could glitter in the low light of the theater.

Even in the darkness, you could see the way his long lashes brushed against his cheek, the way soft, chocolate strands of hair brushed against his forehead and had your fingers itching to run through them. And, of course, how his lips glistened every time he went back for more buttery popcorn. Steve's lips took up an embarrassingly large amount of space in your brain.

You needed to distract yourself. You knew that this, whatever it was, couldn't keep happening. At least not while you still were painfully aware of how you and Steve stood. Friends, and just that. You wanted to drill the fact into your mind, keep it from wandering to places it shouldn't.

You stuck your hand in the popcorn bucket you and Steve were sharing, thinking desperately that having something to snack on would shake you out of whatever was going on up inside your brain. With a feeling that spread up right through your arm like wildfire, you realized you and Steve had reached for popcorn at the same time. Your hand had grazed his, fingertips brushing against each other softly.

You turned to face Steve right away without thinking, and he was already looking back at you with a smile and a soft, breathy laugh. If only he knew the way that simple touch sent fireworks straight to your chest so quickly you swore your heart skipped a beat. You smiled back at him and looked back towards the screen, trying to pretend as if you'd been focused on the movie all along.

Then, you felt Steve come closer to you, face angled next to yours as his eyes stayed focused on the movie. He was leaning in even closer to talk to you and your body went tense in your seat.

"Hey," he whispered to get your attention, not knowing that he'd already had all of it for, like, the whole movie. "What's your rate of the movie so far?"

You scrambled for an answer that didn't make it sound like you'd been distracted the whole time.

"Good," you breathed, like an idiot. "It's, uh, it's really good so far." You'd settled on "good," a safe answer. If it'd been bad, you figured, Steve would've been talking your ear off in critiques by now.

Somehow, he leaned in even closer, and the heat from his body radiated around you, impossibly warm and steady. Your body didn't budge at all, too scared to brush against another body part of Steve and turn you into even more of a flustered, sweating frenzy.

"Don't you think the secret agent guy's a little unrealistic? I mean, where'd he get that bomb from? And how does nobody recognize him without his glasses?"

You wanted to listen to Steve, you really did. But, his breath fanned against the side of your neck and you could feel the hair that flopped in front of his face brushing against your cheek. It made it pretty hard to, but you nodded with a tight-lipped smile like you'd drank in every word.

"Totally, yeah."

You thought you'd fooled him. He'd hummed in response and didn't say anything else for a good ten seconds, but that was the last of it. Steve knew you too well.

"What's going on?" he asked with his attention now turned fully on you. "You usually chat the whole way through these kinds of movies. That's why we sit in the back, 'member?"

His eyes peered into yours with such concern and a furrow of his strong brows and Holy, he was touching your shoulder. You shrugged like the wind hadn't just been knocked out of you.

"Yeah, sorry, I don't know what's the matter." You offer him a weak smile. "I think I'm just, uhm, hungry." What?

"Sure," he said, and his voice sounded so kind and positive and not judgy because he was Steve and he was perfect.

He even went to pick up the popcorn bowl to give to you, but you reached for it too, and then you were knocking into it and popcorn was everywhere, as in, all over Steve's lap.

"Oh my god Steve, I'm so sorry," You whisper yelled, freaking out and not thinking straight at this moment, at all. Or, really, for the last couple hundred moments. You fumbled to pick up the bowl from his lap with one hand and scoop up popcorn from his lap in the other.

"It's okay," came Steve's amused voice, but you didn't stop, not when your hands brushed against his legs and not when you dropped the bowl a second time and had to re-scoop what you'd already scooped. Your face was hot and you didn't take a moment to think about what you were doing until you saw Steve shift in his seat a little. He cleared his throat a little bit from next to you, the sound almost like a coughed laugh, and you stopped your hands in their place. What were you doing?

You were all over Steve's thighs, and way too close. Too close to him, too close to his lap, too close to... What were you doing?

You were utterly horrified at yourself, and your eyes must have shown it because Steve laughed. It was sweet and clearly trying to soothe the awkwardness, but you still were frozen in place and had to quickly take a deep breath down before you forced your arms back in your lap and shamefully looked anywhere but to your right at the boy next to you.

You peeked over with dread slowly at Steve, who you made eye contact with before he started laughing to himself again, silently of course. The movie was still playing, but you hadn't watched a second of it in the past ten minutes. You were sure he could see how much you were blushing, even in the dark. You swore you could see the tips of Steve's ears flushed red.

"Steve, I'm so sorry," you said again, worrying even more when he stood up from his seat. Was this the time he decided to escape from you?

You were about to get up too, but he held out two hands to stop you. "Stop worrying, alright? You're fine, really."

He picked up the fallen popcorn bowl and flashed you a warm smile. "I'm just gonna go get us some more popcorn or something. You want anything? Candy?"

You looked up at him, shaking your head wordlessly and wanting to crawl into a hole.

"Alright, be back in a few."

He took off down your row of seats, turning back and waving a little at you before climbing down the rest of the steps.

You waved goodbye back, probably too late for him to see anyway, but cursed yourself internally because, God, you could've really gone for some skittles at that moment. Anything to forget about what had just happened. You were drained beyond belief and delirious. And the day had only just begun.

3:30 PM

You didn't know what was wrong with you today, but you knew you had it bad. You'd always felt little butterflies in Steve's presence, but it seemed like today they were just impossible to tame, and they made you do things like spill hot popcorn into his lap. Oh, and now? The butterflies were just refusing to be pushed down.

But you couldn't blame yourself, not at a time like this. Steve was being absolutely amazing, beyond dreamy. You were both at the state fair and knee-deep in fried goods and lemonade that was both sweet and sour.

Steve had spotted one of those fair games that you reminded him were an easy way to lose your money and fast, but he shook his head and started towards the milk bottle toss booth, taking your hand in his.

Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that came from his hand in yours, you shook your head as he asked the man for a set of baseballs and handed him a few singles.

"Steve, you know these are rigged," you reasoned. He looked down at you with a smirk, waving one of the baseballs around in front of your face.

"Not for Steve Harrington. Just watch."

He motioned towards the walls of the carnival booth, all lined with too many stuffed animals to name. Steve put a hand on your shoulder, pointing towards all of the different stuffed bears and more.

"Pick a stuffed animal," he said, eyes glimmering with confidence. "Any one."

Your jaw dropped as you looked at him, but you were smiling and couldn't help the way a laugh tore from you.

"Fine, fine." You took a second to look around at the options, aware of the worker waiting for Steve to take his turn.

"Maybe the pink panda bear, up there." You pointed to a stuffed animal at the very top, one that happened to be one of the biggest ones in the booth. Steve nodded easily and turned to the worker.

"What do I have to do for the pink panda up there?" He pointed to the one you'd mentioned. The man's eyes followed before his eyebrows raised as if the preposition was impossible.

"You gotta knock all six down, one shot."

Leave it to you to pick the most unachievable option. Steve rubbed a hand over his chin, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

"I have to say," he said turning to you, "you play a hard game. But I will get you that panda bear. Count on it."

He mock-saluted you before turning back towards the inside of the booth, unfazed, where six milk bottles sat stacked on top of each other in a pyramid.

He took a deep breath in and shook out his shoulders before picking up the first ball and throwing it at the milk bottles with great force. With a wince, you saw the top three bottles fall to the ground, three left standing.

"Crap," said Steve, brows furrowed. Almost with no effort, he threw the next two baseballs back-to-back and knocked down two more, but the middle bottle was left standing. You tried not to pay attention to the way the muscles in his arms flexed at each throw.

Steve was visibly frustrated, but the man working the booth seemed even surprised that he did that well. With a smile plastered on his face, he handed Steve a reasonably sized teddy bear.

"Great," remarked Steve, who was looking at the teddy bear in his hands like it was a piece of trash.

You took the stuffed animal from his hands and held it to your chest.

"It's adorable Steve, I love it."

Steve just shook his head with an annoyed sigh, hands on his hips. "It's not the pink panda you wanted."

You smiled, trying to comfort him with a hand on his bicep. "Don't worry about it, really it's-"

"No," he cut in, eyes looking determinedly into yours, unwavering. "I'm getting you that panda if it's the last thing I do."

His tone was firm and you wanted to melt at how adorably stubborn he was being. "Steve," you tried to call, to tell him he really, really, didn't need to, but he was already asking for another set of baseballs. You were all too aware of the small group of people who were beginning to line up behind you and Steve, probably watching this all unfold.

Steve didn't seem to notice. He locked his eyes on the milk bottles, a look of determination on his face that reminded you of the days you'd watch him on the Hawkins High basketball court during the heated moments of a game. He blew out a puff of air, trying to focus. He stood still for a few moments and then BAM, you blinked and all of the milk bottles were lying scattered on the floor with a single throw from Steve.

You blinked. "Oh my gosh." Your jaw was on the floor.

"We have a WINNER!" Yelled the man, his smile genuine. He splayed out an arm at the wall of stuffed animals behind him. "What'll it be, young man?"

"I'll take the pink panda bear, the big one," Steve said confidently, not missing a beat. He was grinning from ear to ear, his smile contagious.

With a nod, the man went to get the very stuffed animal you'd pointed at just a moment ago, having to get a step stool just to reach it.

He finally managed to get it down, and when he did, you could see just how huge the stuffed animal really was.

"For your girlfriend," said the worker, handing Steve the panda.

You coughed. What?

Some claps came from behind you and Steve, and you turned around to see at least twenty people standing behind you and Steve in line, watching with happy smiles on their faces. Did they think you were a couple, too?

Steve didn't make any move to correct the man, too excited and carried away with taking the stuffed animal and immediately handing it to you.

"For you, my dearest," he said jokingly, only that it didn't seem much like a joke, especially not to the worker who smiled down at the two of you like he was watching a happy couple.

The weight of the panda bear almost had you dropping to the ground. It was almost half your size, fluffy and pink with a bow tie and you absolutely loved it.

"Steve, oh my gosh," you said, trying to meet his eyes from over the panda bear. "You shouldn't have."

He shrugged, waving a hand dismissively.

"Of course I should've." He just smiled down at you with this huge grin on his face. "Anything for my girl."

He didn't stop smiling, and you could feel your knees almost buckle, but you couldn't tell if it was from the weight of the bear or Steve's words. Did he know just what he was saying? The words were playful, too good to be true, but they only sounded sincere coming from his mouth.

Your eyes got lost in his, and, in the moment, you wanted nothing more than to drop the panda to the ground and take a turn holding Steve in your arms instead.

But then you noticed all the people still waiting to take their turn at the milk can toss, no doubt watching the both of you, and you broke eye contact, clearing your throat a little.

"C'mon," you said, motioning to the right with your head because your arms were occupied with the toy. "Let's get the expert milk bottle-tosser something to drink. On me."

Steve stood still for a beat, still looking at you, before shaking his head quickly and clearing his throat with a nod.

"Yeah, let's."

He stepped to your side, put his hand on the small of your back, and you both walked forward, leaving the booth. His touch was anything but steadying.

"I'm paying, though."

You rolled your eyes softly. "Oh please, you won this for me, it's only fair."

Steve looked down at you, and to your surprise shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, fine," he said. Then, he sprinted out in front of you.

"Only if you get there first!" He hollered from over his shoulder.

"Steve!" You yelled with a laugh, voice wobbly as you tried to run with this ginormous stuffed animal in your grasp. Your head barely poked out from behind it.

With just a second more gone by, Steve had run far into the crowd of people and you'd managed to lose a clear view of him. All you could hear was his gleeful laugh that rang through the warm summer air from in front of you, and you wanted to bottle up the sound. You could never get enough of this boy.

9:00 PM

The rest of the time you and Steve had spent at the fair had been the textbook definition of perfect, if perfect included having to hide your heart eyes from Steve every time he did something you found swoon-worthy. Which, because he was Steve and you were you, was about every five minutes.

The hot summer sun had faded into the horizon, leaving the sky to turn slowly into a dark blue that had the streetlights turning on and tinting everything in warm, yellow lighting.

You and Steve were walking side by side, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling. Steve had always had that effect on you.

He'd taken to holding both of the stuffed animals he'd won for you at the carnival game hours before, despite your protests that you could carry them both on your own. (You couldn't). But, somehow, Steve could hold both with one arm, and hold your hand with the other. A man of many talents, he'd called himself. You smiled at the memory.

Though you'd been fighting your tiredness for the past hour, you let out a yawn into the nighttime air. Steve noticed right away.

"You tired?" he asked, and you lifted your shoulders a little.

"I'm alright. Long day."

Steve nodded silently in agreement, before he stopped abruptly in his place, eyes looking off to something in the distance. "Would you be up for one more ride?"

Following his line of vision, you caught sight of the Ferris wheel that you somehow hadn't gotten to riding yet today, a sight to see with bright lights in juxtaposition to the darkening night sky.

You scratched your head with the hand that wasn't holding Steve's, acting like you were deep in contemplation.

"Hmm, I don't know," you said, the side of your mouth turning up into a smirk at Steve's annoyance.

"Well," he said, the beginning of his famous grin creeping up on his features. "I guess you don't have a choice then."

Before you could say anything, Steve was crouching down and lifting you up with a single arm, throwing you over his shoulder with an embarrassing amount of ease as he started jogging towards the Ferris wheel.

"Steve!" you managed to yell from where your head was hanging, laughter bubbling out from you. You could feel the heat rushing to your face that you could surely blame on the blood rushing to your head from hanging upside down over Steve's shoulder, and not from the feeling that shot through your body from Steve's hold on the back of your bare thighs. He ran quickly, but all you could see was his back. Not that you were complaining.

Before you knew it, Steve was setting you back down on the ground, only to grab onto your hand and pull you towards the Ferris wheel that was a whole lot closer to you now, almost right in front of you.

Steve pulled a rope of tickets from his pocket and held them out to the woman running the ride. She eyed over the two of you and then speedily shook her head.

"No riding with the stuffed animals."

You only now remembered that Steve was still holding both of them. How he had managed to carry the ginormous panda bear and you, you don't know.

"Oh, c'mon," said Steve, but the lady didn't budge. Sighing, Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a ten-dollar bill. You looked down at your shoes. This man.

"What about now?" He questioned, a suggestive edge to his tone. The woman hardly glanced at the cash. Then, she pointed a firm finger at the exit.

Steve deflated slightly, pocketing the money but politely nodding at the woman before taking hold of your hand again to walk a couple of yards away from the woman.

Steve was looking down at the pavement. You put a hand on his shoulder in what you hoped was reassuring. "Don't worry, the day was amazing, we don't need to go on the Ferris wheel, Steve."

He looked up at you then, looking anything but sad. His eyes were fiery and determined in the same way they'd been when he'd been set on getting you that panda bear. And he'd gotten it.

"No, you don't worry, because we are getting on that Ferris wheel." He held the panda bear closer to him. "No man gets left behind."

Your brows pulled together, nervously. Steve turned to face the Ferris wheel, staring at it while chewing on the inside of his cheek in thought. You didn't want to know what he was planning, but you knew you probably should find out.

"Steve," you called, "what are you thinking about?"

He turned back to face you, body suddenly alight with excitement. "Plan B."

With that, he tightened his grip on your hand and ran ahead, pulling you quickly behind him. And, instead of stopping at the entrance to wear the lady was collecting tickets, he bolted past her, you in tow.

"Steve!" you yelled, at the same time you could hear the lady working the ride shout at the two of you.

Quickly, Steve threw the panda bear stuffed animal he'd won for you and the other teddy bear onto the nearest bench on the ride and lifted you up onto it with an alarming strength that had you flushing pinker than humanly possible. He hopped up onto it too and hooked the chain from the bench across you both to secure you. Your jaw dropped for the umpteenth time that day.

"That was your plan B!" You yelled, out of breath from all the running. The ride hadn't stopped moving the whole time Steve had gotten you both on the ride, and you were already high up in the air.

"I got us on the ride, didn't I?" reasoned Steve, voice raised from the wind that began whipping against the two of you. Steve's hair was already wild, and he had this excited look in his eyes that had your worries fading away and your words of reason dying before they could reach your lips.

Knowing you well enough to see your shakiness, Steve grabbed onto the teddy bear and waved its arms around, pulling a smile from your lips.

"See," he grinned, handing you the bear. "How could you say no to this face?"

You shook your head as you looked down at the bear in your hands, laughter escaping you. You giggled and looked up at Steve who was laughing too, and your giggles turned into loud laughter that rocked the bench back in forth in the air as you both shouted out your laughter into the night.

It took over a minute just to reach the top of the Ferris wheel from its sheer size, and by the time you did, the ride stopped, probably to let on more people on the bottom.

As you looked out into the night, your laughter softly died from your lips as you took in everything around you. The streetlights shining, the hundreds of people down below you, and the stars glistening in the sky. You felt so close to them. The sight was perfect--the whole night was. You'd been having the greatest time with Steve, him being heartachingly sweet the whole day.

Your body was fighting against you, and you gingerly leaned your head onto the shoulder of the giant panda bear in between you and Steve, and when you peaked to your right, Steve's head was resting on the other.

You felt Steve's hand brush against you and interlock his fingers with yours. Something warm and fuzzy bloomed inside your chest as your hands rested against the fluffy stuffed animal, holding each other.

Besides the delicate sounds of the wind rushing past your ears, it was silent up where you and Steve sat. It felt almost like time stopped. You listened closely, hearing the sounds that the breeze brought to your ears. The ringing of a church bell. The music from the carousel down below. It sounded so peaceful and had your eyes fluttering shut.

Behind the safety of your eyelids, your brain started flooding with thoughts of the boy next to you, with memories from the entirety of the day. The car ride with the kids, the fiasco at the movies, the way Steve had won you the stuffed animal you lay on and was spectacularly perfect throughout all of it. He was the most wonderful boy you'd ever met and you wanted to tell him that. You didn't want to have to hide all the adoring thoughts you had about him. It was tiring. And it wouldn't last forever, you knew that. It was only a matter of time before everything came spilling out. You figured now was as good of a time as ever.

You opened your eyes and broke the silence with a soft call of the boy's name. He didn't respond at first, and you wondered if he could even hear you over the wind.

"Hmm?" he said lowly, a soft hum in response. Suddenly, the wind didn't seem so loud anymore. All you could hear was the beating of your own heart as you willed yourself to let words out, anything.

"Do you-" you paused, thinking about what you were about to say. "Do you ever wonder about the things the kids say? Or, you know, what the worker at the milk bottle game said?"

You swallowed. "Not that you have to think about it or anything you, uhm, you just don't ever have a reaction whenever they poke fun at us and I was just wondering if, ugh, sorry this isn't making sense."

You wanted to melt into your seat. Your voice had breaks and pauses in it and you made absolutely no sense. There went your chance. The silence was eating you alive.

"I, uh," came Steve's voice. "Yea. I do."

You swore you felt your heart drop. Wait, what?

"You do?" You wanted to slap yourself at how surprised your voice sounded.

"Yea, I do," he said. Both of you still leaning on the stuffed animal, all you could see was the scene in front of you. You had no idea what Steve's face looked like at the moment, and you didn't know if the fact discouraged you or made you relieved.

"And," came Steve's voice again, slow, like he was just testing the water. "I guess the reason why I never have a reaction to them is because what they're saying just ... never seemed like it was that far of a leap, you know?"

It felt like there were gears in your brain, spinning and smoking, trying to process Steve's words and their meaning. When you stumbled on what they could possibly mean, you didn't feel like it was possible to believe.

You lifted your head from off of the stuffed animal, wanting to finally see Steve's face. When you looked over at him, he was already looking at you, chocolate eyes having never looked so big, having never shone so bright. It was like you could see the stars in the night sky reflected onto his eyes.

You chewed on the skin of your bottom lip.

"Steve I-," you broke eye contact, feeling like you wouldn't be able to get out what you had to say if Steve was gazing at you like that. "I want to say something more, but I just want to be sure I know exactly what you're trying to say."

Taking a breath out, you looked back up at him again. "What are you saying?"

Steve took a moment to respond, looking down at your interlocked hands before holding yours a little tighter.

"I'm saying ... I think about us being together. A lot."

You couldn't help the way your eyebrows raised. You'd wanted this moment to happen for so long, and, now that it was, you were in disbelief that it was even remotely going well.

"And, uhm," you swallowed, "what do you think about it? Us being together?"

"I," he started slowly, eyes working around in thought. "I think that it makes sense. It makes sense, because I've fallen in love with this amazing girl and, that's what you do when you love somebody, right? You get together with them, spend every moment with them." He looked into your eyes, his hopeful and bright. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

You looked back into his eyes, nodding quickly when you realized you hadn't said anything. "Yeah, yeah I do. I guess I'm just trying to take it all in. Inside it's just ... hard to believe."

Steve frowned, softly, never judging. "What about?"

"About how you feel. I never thought ... " you didn't know what you were trying to say, but Steve took hold of your other hand and any words died on your lips.

"You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met. Why wouldn't I fall in love with you? How couldn't I?"

You were melting inside, putty in his hands. Steve was amazing and always had been, but this? You were helpless.

You didn't know if Steve could see how much his words were affecting you, searching his face for a sign of anything. He'd never looked more sincere and vulnerable, eyes looking down at you.

"Well," he said, voice soft. "What do you think about it?"

You offered him a smile, squeezing his hands in yours like he'd done before, foreheads touched as you leaned into him. This time, when you looked down at Steve's lips, you didn't feel like you had to hide it.

"How about I show you what I think?"

Your voice was soft and had Steve's forehead creasing against yours.

"Show me?" he asked, lips tugging upwards in a grin. You wanted to kiss that smile so badly. Press your lips to his, once and for all. So, finally, you did.

When your lips found his, it took only a second before he was pressing his right back into yours. Your hands were still holding each other's, and you moved one set of hands to his thigh, needing to steady yourself because the kiss was everything you'd imagined and more. It was delicate but full of a passion that had your chest twisting.

You moved in tandem with Steve, steady and trying to get as close to each other as you could from your seats. You reached your other hand into Steve's hair, finally getting to run it through the soft strands, the ones at the back of his neck that had him letting out a beautiful sigh into your lips. You didn't want the moment to end, smiling into his lips from pure serotonin with only the moon and stars as your witnesses.

You felt a change in the wind that blew against both of you, and you realized the Ferris wheel had finally started moving again and that you both were nearing the bottom. Pulling back from Steve, you smiled up at him. You felt like you could pull an endless amount of smiles from your chest.

"So," you asked, words soft as you kept playing with his hair because you loved how it felt, and what it did to him. "What do you think?"

Steve looked at you with so much love in his eyes that you couldn't believe you'd never noticed it before.

"I, uh..." he swallowed, cheeks flushed. "I agree."

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington friends to lovers #friends to lovers #pining #secret crush #love confessions #no use of y/n #steve is a sweetheart #steve is a mom #fun day with steve #crushes #the three times ___ #idk how to feel about this one but here it is

[shygirl4991]

Azure Potion Chapter 3 Blind to Love

Summary: When SMG3 accidentally drinks a truth potion he ends up confessing his crush on SMG4 to Mario and Meggy. Sworn to secrecy the pair come up with a plan to find out Fours feelings and get the boys together.

Fic inspired by Indigo Secret by @lizaluvsthis

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Tags: fluff, humor, truth potion, love confessions, secret crush, first kiss, coffee and bombs! Warning mentions of the Igloo at the start

The potion tasted bitter with a hint of pasta sauce “How do we know that the potion worked?” Four turns to Mario seeing the expression on his face made four fear for his life “Oh SMG4,  what happened between you and SMG3 in the igloo?” SMG4's face went pale as a strange sensation came over him “Mario why would you ask when you know we ah no! i we made.. stop!” SMG4 covered his mouth fighting the final words trying to come out. Mario nodded pleased that it worked, then grew concerned with how red in the face SMG4 was. The man then whispers the last words “love..in the …igloo.”

Once that was over SMG4 stood straight and slowly turned to Mario, he took a step back “It worked isn't it great SMG4?” with a growl four punches Mario throwing him across the showgrounds. While he is happy that something Mario did worked, he has a strong need to murder his avatar for making him remember something embarrassing. The day was ending, he had no choice but to have his heart to heart the next day. As he walks back Meggy gives him a welcoming smile “How did it go?”

SMG4 groans “No matter what i do this man won't let me in, how many years have i attempted. He can be so cute but so damn annoying…cute?” he stands there confused while Meggy giggles. SMG4 shakes his head “I mean we can agree he is an attractive guy, but that's not the point i just want to help him and it hurts he won't let me in.” Meggy smiles patting his back “Do you have feelings for SMG3?” SMG4 breaks into a giggle  “Me have feelings for him? That's funny Meggy, I mean me and three are only friends!” she frowns hearing that news. SMG3 was right about it not being smart to tell SMG4 the truth about things, thinking more on it she turns and watches  a confused SMG4 walk to his room. His words don't match the actions she has seen, leaving the castle she sees Mario crawling on the floor still recovering from the hit. 

She blinks slowly putting her hands in her pocket, then thinks back on the strange way SMG4 was talking “MARIO YOU DIDN'T!” Mario stands up giving her a thumbs up “Mario is helping friends finally be gay!” Meggy starts shaking Mario “RED! Ugh I need to relax…we don't know that SMG4 has feelings for Three.” She gently lets the plumber go apologizing for being rough. Mario hums then snaps his finger, getting close to Meggy he explains to her the plan for the next day. It was morning, Meggy was knocking on the door feeling guilty about the lie she was going to tell him “SMG3, we found the cure!” After a few moments Three swings opened the door, his hair was messy and his usual outfit was sloppily put together. She assumed the man hurried to get ready, she gave him a soft smile before they both took off. 

Mario knocked on SMG4 room, the door opened and Four smiled at his best friend “Hey Mario, you don't normally knock on my door, is something wrong?” Mario takes his hand and starts dragging him out of the room “Meggy said she found something meaning your boyfriend is out of the cafe!” SMG4 eyes light up “He isnt my boyfriend but that's great we can have that talk now!”

As they start catching up to SMG3 he starts to feel strange, Mario calls out to the pair making Three turn his eyes going wide seeing Four coming at them. He was about to run back to the cafe only to notice Mario getting in his way, it clicked at that moment he was betrayed by the pair in order to get him to talk to Four. He glares at them as he accepts his fate, Four nods at the two to leave them alone, once they were alone he gives a soft smile “Hey SMG3, i'm sorry about this but the way you reacted yesterday worried me! I know we are rivals but we are also friends dude so talk to me.” 

Three looks away “Look nothing happened that i want to talk about!” He needed to be careful, one wrong word and the truth can escape his lips. SMG4 crosses his arms “If nothing happened then why did you basically kick me out of the cafe yesterday?”

“Cause if you knew i accidentally drank a truth potion you wouldn't leave my ass alone….shit.” Now he did it, slowly he turned to see the other man's reaction. SMG4 just walks up and gives him a reassuring pat “I see, well could be worse you could have drunk a potion made by Mario that tastes like bitter pasta!”

A moment of silence before Three turns to SMG4 “Taste like bitter pasta? When I drank the potion it tasted nothing like that…WAIT! Did you drink a potion made by Mario?!” SMG4 started to feel nervous as the truth was fighting to escape his mouth, he turned looking at the castle acting like he was thinking about something. Seeing that Four was avoiding his question he decides to grab the man by the overalls “YOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU TRUST ANYTHING MARIO MAKES! DID YOU FORGET HOW HE ALMOST KILLED US ALL LAST THANKSGIVING!!”

SMG4 grabs Three’s hands trying to get him to let go “I WANTED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE GOING THROUGH! I KNEW YOU WERE TOO STUBBORN TO ASK FOR HELP!” Three looks into Fours eyes “So you drink a truth potion from our idiot avatar! We don't even know if it works the same as what I took!” his hands start to shake as he lets the man go then he smacks him “Your such an idiot i could just ki-” he covers his mouth to prevent the line from being finished. 

Lucky for him SMG4 didn't notice as he was annoyed by the smack “Look i know what i did was stupid but now you can’t act like nothing is happening!” Then they break into a slap fight, smacking each other in anger but also with fear as to not to hurt the other person. Mario smiles giving Meggy a thumbs up while she watches the two with concern “I'm going to stop this,” Mario tackles her down shaking his head “This is how they talk, trust Mario has seen this for years!”

After a while they both stop and pout at each other, SMG3 groans and starts walking away “I dont get why you would do something stupid…”

SMG4 embraces the truth coming out of his mouth with a bright and loving smile “Because I care about you deeply," then his smile drops "I will never abandon my friends!” SMG3 nods, reminding himself that is all they will ever be friends. Meggy’s eyes go wide hearing the man's words before turning to Mario who had a knowing smile on his face, she lets out a sad smile “The potion makes you tell the truth…but if you lie long enough to yourself then that lie can be true to you..” 

He couldn't see it and with Three turned around he didn't catch it but Meggy saw how SMG4 lit up saying how deeply he cared for the other man. The loving smile and heart in his eyes before they vanish just as fast the moment friends came out, now catching a glimpse of four hidden feelings she turns to Mario “Okay Red, what's the plan on getting these two together?” 

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #smg34 #smg3 #lizaluv #smg34 fanfiction #fluff #humor #truth potion #love confessions #secret crush #first kiss

[optimisticdreamtacoshark]

How to Keep Your Crush a Secret

Step 1: Very discretely hide your hard-on.

Step 2: Make up a plausible excuse for why you're crying when his ex takes out the claws.

Step 3: (Attempt to) Blend into the landscape to escape notice.

Step 4: Run away so as not to be seen.

Step 5: When he inevitably confronts you, avoid eye contact AT ALL COSTS.

If you follow these simple steps, he will never suspect a thing!

#love tractor #yechan x sunyeol #secret crush #at least until he confesses #it's out in the open now

[estherbunny]

#kawaii #secret crush #i saw these dolls at the thrift but they were so messed up and missing parts 💔

[obsessedwithitall]

Sometimes its Fate (Stiles x witch!reader drabble series)

This is a big project of small writings of conversations and situations of a long story line I've daydreamed for a long time between Stiles and a witch!reader. Any questions feel free to ask, there is plenty of lore in my head.

Before they met

First time Stiles and witch!reader speak

Witch!reader knows something Stiles doesn't

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More to come 🥰

#stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #fluff #couple #enemies to friends to lovers #secret crush #i wrote this #witch!reader #stiles x witch!reader #stiles x reader #very slow burn #sometimes its fate #teen wolf

[save-the-data]

Hidden Agenda | OFFICIAL TRAILER

Thai Drama - 2023, 10 episodes

Airs: Jul 9, 2023 - ?

#Hidden Agenda #TDrama #JoongDunk #Gay Romance #Gay Male Lead #Secret Crush #วาระซ่อนเร้น #Joong Archen #Dunk Natachai #Aou Thanaboon #Boom Tharatorn #AJ Chayapol #Louis Thanawin #Pod Suphakorn #Guy Sivakorn #Arm Weerayut #Post: Trailer 2023

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Can we see what goes through Ruby and Penny mind when their crush or crushes walk by? It can be anyone, also it can be the same person or different.

'Penny looks so cute as ever/Ruby-Crush makes me feel the strange tingling again.' Penny and Ruby thought at the same time as they walked past each other while saying hi to each other.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #shipping post #shipping ask #shipping shitpost #nuts and dolts #yuri #secret crush #secret crush on you #anon ask #anon shitpost

[ladderofyears]

Hoodwink.

“Potter fancies you,” Blaise teased, eyes glinting with mirth. “Couldn’t peel his speccy face off your arse.”

Draco gritted his teeth. Zabini often made this joke, trying to hoodwink him into admitting his feelings.

Draco wouldn’t. His crush was his secret paradise; speaking about it aloud would have sullied it.

~

Fifty words.

For @microficmay

#drarry #harry x draco #pre slash #blaise zabini #teasing #secret crush #fifty words #draco malfoy #microficmay2023 #ladderofyears microfic

[sunnybluu]

Whoever reads this, just know I’m like…confused about my crush. Like each time my head is empty from thinking bout them, they msg me!!!! And they miss me TOO???? LIKE WHAT??????

Like what are we????

Are we more than friends???? Or just platonic

Or do you just want emotional support am I this good at hiding my feelings or

Maybe my feelings are too mixed into this and they just want emotional support and it’s just that simple AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#SHOULD I JUST PLAY STUPID LIKE NORMAL???? #ramblings #crush #secret crush #one sided #platonic maybe?????

[kandibysprout]

I had to do something with these secret crush hammers, i can't imagine throwing them away. I made a bracelet and a necklace!

#bracelets #kandi #jewelry #necklaces #secret crush

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Can't Be Good

Author: Kpixy

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 3/3

Description: Chrissy catches Jason cheating with someone close while visiting him after cheer practice. She is filled with the need to get back at him. What better way than to get close with Eddie, Jason's hated adopted brother?

Tags: Alternating universe- no vecna, alternate universe- modern au, fluff, smut, pining Eddie, secret crush, falling in love, idiots in love, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: completed

#Alternating universe- no vecna #alternate universe- modern au #fluff #smut #pining Eddie #secret crush #falling in love #idiots in love #alternating POV #multiple chapters #status: completed #eddie munson #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie and chrissy #chrissy deserved better #eddsy #munningham #chreddie #hellcheer #stranger things #chrissy cunningham

[nymp21]

Secret Crush (part 3)

Pairing : Lena Luthor x Babydanvers reader. 

Warning : violence, gun, blood, sexuality. 

gift is not mine

Here’s the part 3. Finally ! I know i made you wait and i’m sorry for that. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it ! :) 

(Part 1 : https://nymp21.tumblr.com/post/190981780835/secret-crush

Part 2 : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nymp21/612019850956718080?source=sharep )

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You woke up with pain accross your entire body and you winced. What happened ? Seconds passed and you remembered : You were with Lena at her office, she almost kissed you and then ....

Flashback 

“Put your hands up and don”t move !” screamed one of the men. He was masked you couldn’t see his face, but his voice was clearly threatening. Both were pointing guns towards you and Lena and you could tell they wouldn’t hesitate to use them. Lena seemed to have the same thought because you see her tap discreatly on her phone. She was calling Kara / supergirl. 

“What are you doing bitch !” Yelled the taller man. 

He rushed foward and slapped her on the face with his gun. You didn”t think twice and jumped on him. Seeing him hurting Lena made you go crazy. You screamed : 

“Don’t touch her you asshole !” 

And then... the blackout. 

End of flashback.

“LENA !” you opened your eyes, ready to search for her when you heard her.

“I’m here (Y/N).” 

You realized Lean was behind, her back against yours. You were both tied up. 

“Are you okay ?” she asked you with concern. 

“I think so... you ?”

“I’m better now i know you’re fine.” 

Despite the situation you were, you couldn’t help but felt a shiver at her words.

“What happened ?” 

She sighed. 

“Apparently we’re at some creepy guys hideout, they took us for some reason, i don”t know why yet, but i will figure this out. They may want me because i’m a Luthor. I’m sorry... i’’m putting you in danger...”

You touched her hands behind your back and said.

“No ! You’re not ! It’s not your fault it’s their ! And they may kidnaped me because of my attached strings with supergirl.”

“Now it’s new...” you heard a voice said. You turned your head to see a man in a black suit at the door. For how long was he here ? Two armed guard were beside him. You presumed he was their boss and the conversation, that occured then, confirmed your impression. He walked up to you and, with a smile, asked.

“Who are you to supergirl ?”

You didn”t respond, didn”t want to bring him satisfaction. You regretted your choice to be silence when he grabbed you by the hair, you winced in pain. 

“Let her go !” you felt Lena move with rage behind you, but she didn”t manage to budge an inch. “Let her go or i swear I’ll kill you myself.”

He chuckled.

“That’s cute : the former Lena Luthor has a crush. And i thought you were an icequeen.” 

Then he draw back his attention to you.

“You’re gonna tell me you know, i can make you suffer like supergirl made me suffer, but it will be easier for us if you cooperate.” 

You make no sound although you were scared as fuck. He was too calm, too composed, he knew what he was doing. Even when he punched you in the face he didn”t flinched. You fall on the floor with a scream. You tasted the blood on your tongue.

“I hate repeating myself dear. So i’m not gonna ask you once more. You don’t tell me, too bad, i’ll kill you and we move on. I just need the luthor here, but if i can keep you alive, you’re my bonus if you’re useful as you’re seems. It’s up to you, to prove to me that i musn”t kill you here and now.”

“Please, don”t kill her...” Lena begged him. “Please, i’ll do whatever you want, please !” 

He ignored her. You saw him grabe a gun in his suit and point it to you. 

“Let’s count... five... for... three... two...”

“Okay okay ! i will talk ! She’s supergirl’s sister ! Please don”t kill her ! I’m begging you !” Lena was almost crying.

He stopped and watched her with interest. 

“Now it seems i can keep you alive then. Thank you Miss Luthor.” He pulled back his gun, but punched you with his foot on the stomach despite the scream Lena gave him.

“That’s for not telling me you were so precious.”

You were running ot ouf breath, but he didn”t care. He added adressing to Lena.

“Miss Luthor i think you will be more cooperative now you saw what i’m capable of. I need you to enter to government system to hack their files about secret opération in the City.”

“I can”t do that... i’m not an expert and...”

“Then i can kill both of you beginning with supergirls little sister.”

“NO ! no... i will... help you.” 

“Excellent ! I see we’ve come to an agreement ! This will be ready in 30 minutes. I’ll leave you alone til the time has come. Untie them.” 

After the guards freed you, they left, locked the door behind them. You immediatly felt Lena’s hands on your face.

“oh my god (Y/N)... what did he do to you.”

“It’s okay.” you managed to say despite the pain. “I can handle a few punch.” 

“I may disagree with you darling. You’re bleeding...” She tore a piece of her skirt and applied it to your nose. Her touch was so soft and it helped you with the pain. You liked her skin against yours.

“Why did he kidnap you ?” you asked... “Can’t he find somone else to do this job ?”

“No. I... have acess to this cripted files. legal access i mean and he knows that. I can enter the system without a problem, download the files though, it’s something else, but that’s not my problem. But we have to earn time, once i press de download’s button he’ll probably kill us both.”

“Yeah i figured this too. I hope Kara will find us.” You said with fear in your voice.

“She will. But we have to keep you safe if we want her to catch them, she won”t be alble to to anything if they treaten you.” 

“I know.”

“I promise i will protect you (Y/N)... i meant it when i said i loved you. I’ll die for you if i must.” 

She was starring at you, locked her eyes with yours and you saw it, the passion, the love you couldn”t believe in earlier. This wasn’t the time but you really wanted to kiss her right now. 

“I love you too Lena. I don”t want you to be hurt because of me...” 

“Oh baby, i promise it will be fine. We will be fine as long as we keep it togther okay ?”

You nodded and she hugged you hard. You smelt her perfume and it calmed you. You hoped Kara would be there soon because you were scared, scared of loosing Lena, scared of dying too... but it will be okay, she promised to you, right ? 

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You were dragged along corridors. Lena was in front of you, two guards with her. No one talked, you felt the tension in the group. They were ready. Ready to do their task, to kill... 

Time was flying and no Kara to be seen. Shit. 

After 10 minutes you entered a large room with a giant glass window offering a great view of the city. It would be breathteaking if you weren”t close to be killed by a psychopath. Speaking of... 

“Welcome Miss Luthor and Miss Danvers I presume? Since your sister is Supergirl I do my reasearch. Who knew a pair of glaces could do such miracles ! But we’re not here to discuss secret identity, Miss Luthor if you please ?”

Lena was pushed against a computer. 

“I need time. it can”t be done as fast as an omelet.” 

“You see, i’m a bad cook.” He said with a smile. “Let’s ask Marvin :  Marvin how long it takes to make an omelet ? “

“15 minutes sire.” 

“I’ll give you 10, no more or your precious little girlfriend here will see her life ends prematurely.” 

You watched Lena give him a death stare but she got to work quickly. After all she promised you. The time was flying, too fast and no supergirl... Lena was earning some minutes, secondes as much as possible,  she didn”t want to put you in danger but you were already. She gave you a look... did she have a plan or something ?

“Time’s over.” finally said the man “Miss Luthor ?”

“Done ! It’s done ! Look..”

He approached the computer with hunger in his eyes. 

“Finally !” you heard him whispering. “We dit it...Marv...”

He didn”t finish his sentence, Lena, with a velocity you coudn’t suspect pushed his head against the screen and some of piece of glass and plastic flew away when he broke. She intended to grab his gun during the confusion but he was faster and stronger, he pushed her he pointed it directly to you. 

“I didn”t know you knew how to fight Miss Luthor.” said the man with his broken noise. 

His men were pointing their gun at Lena. 

“A Luthor always know how to fight.” She responded proudly and you were so amazed by her confident. She was incredible, irrestible but what was the point of all of this ? They were all armed, why did she do this ? Well because now the computer was broke and it was impossible to download any files but... he will kill you. He seemed to have the same though because he asked.

“Why such efforts Miss Luthor ? I’m now obliged to kill Miss Danvers and yourself, because you are two embarassing witnesses.”

To your surprise, she smiled.

“Then why all the talking, kill us already.”

The confusion in him didn”t take much, you saw it before you heard it : the shot. You closed your eyes ready to feel the bullet, but... nothing. You heard a : “kling” and then you saw it : a sort of force of field between him and you, it was barely visible. The bullet was on the floor. You undersood : During her fight with the man, Lena throw it in front of you, how she ended up to have this gadget you didn”t know but... it was genius !

“I will kill you !” screamed the man.

“I don”t think so !” You heard behind you.

You saw Kara and then behind her, Alex with all the DEO agents. 

“You’re under arrest Charles Hoopers. Put your hands up and it will do you no harm.” 

“NO ! NO ! It can”t be !” He was freaking out for the first time. You saw it as in a movie... He left up his arm with his gun, his finger pulled the trigger...

“NO !” You heard yourself screaming. 

Pushing yourself between him and Lena, this time, you felt the bullet, a sharp pain in you shoulder as it pasted trough it.. Then it was chaos. You heard screams and gunshots. In a second Lena was on you, hands on your shoudler to stop the bleeding, tears on her cheeks.

“(Y/N) ! Please stay awake, stay with me ! Love please look at me !”

“Lena...” you whispered. “I...”

“Shhh don”t talk baby, please save your strength” 

“Lena...” then you passed out. 

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Fic: Welcome to New York (3/5)

I know it's not Saturday, but I just want to try and join the Saturday at the Stork Club for @steggyfanevents So...hope you enjoy.

Title: Welcome to New York Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Agent Carter (TV) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Pen Pals, Secret Crush

Summary:

When Peggy makes a letter to be sent to South America, somehow, her letter ends up on the opposite side of America. With that change of path, Peggy didn't expect the surprise it brought along.

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