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shrack · 2 years

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the steve situation

Eddie and his friends go to Scoops Ahoy, but Eddie's not expecting Steve to be standing behind the counter.

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Starcourt mall, if Eddie’s being completely honest, kind of rules. He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that he actually kind of enjoys it there—but most of that has to do with the neon lights and the fact that the movie theater actually shows all the fucked up horror movies that he’d previously have to travel back to Indianapolis for. It’s also a perfect spot for him and his Corroded Coffin buddies to hang out that isn’t Gareth’s garage or in the woods by Eddie’s trailer, so any night those two are sounding boring, or there’s no Hellfire, the mall is where they go.

He’s not paying any mind. He and his friends have come into this ice cream shop a solid amount of times before, so Eddie doesn’t think to consider this encounter any differently. The girl who’s always helping them out—Robin, who Eddie clocked almost immediately and successfully struck up conversation with back at school—always hooks them up with the senior discount. But as Eddie turns from his conversation, disaster strikes. Because behind the counter, looking as bored as Eddie has ever seen him in the maybe one, two classes they’ve shared over the years, is Steve Harrington.

Now, Eddie has a lot of questions. Mainly: Why the hell is Steve Harrington working at a nautical themed ice cream shop? How is this news to Eddie? And, for fuck’s sake, why him?

Instead of voicing any of these, Eddie spins on a heel and walks right back out the open doorway.

Gareth, who was standing behind him, immediately gets shoulder checked in the process, and yelps, “Hey! What the fuck—“ while Jeff is saying some dumb shit like, “Come on man, what gives?” and Grant is combination laughing and cooing at the whole situation. It’s fucking stupid.

“Just—just shut up!” Eddie snaps, voice going high and raspy when he does. It’s a classic Munson tantrum, hands shaking by either side of his head, eyes squeezed shut so he can hear himself fucking think for a second.

“Classic Munson tantrum,” Grant mutters, elbowing Jeff in the side, Jeff now joined in on the quiet, mocking laughter.

“Just—“ Eddie snaps, standing up straight and tugging on the sides of his vest to straighten himself out. “Give me a second.”

Gareth claps a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder. The motion’s a little awkward, considering that the dude’s shorter than him. “We all know about the Steve Situation, alright, and we get it. But I swear to god if I miss out on my sundae because you can’t get your shit together to talk to that guy—“

“I know I know I know,” Eddie says quickly, cutting Gareth off with a wave of his hand. “Just, Jesus dude I’m gonna see that uniform every time I close my eyes for the next week. I gotta have a plan of attack.”

“The plan of attack is you try to see if Robin’s out back and can come give us our fuckin’ discount.”

“No, dude, come on.” Eddie circles his arm around to pat the small of Gareth’s back and says, “I got this.”

He jerks his head towards the front of the store to signal them to follow his lead, then stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and sighs.

“Ahoy there. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington,” Steve announces, deadpan, like Eddie knows they have to do every time someone dares approach their counter.

“Ooh, I like that. Ahoy to you too,” Eddie says, finishing his approach. He can hear one of his idiots snort behind him, but that’s the least of his concerns right now.

Steve lifts up from his slouched position by the register and stands to his full height. Eddie can’t help it—his eyes drift down the front of the uniform. It shouldn’t look good and, in fact, it looks downright ridiculous. “What can I get for you?”

Eddie wets his bottom lip and smiles, drags his eyes back up to meet Steve’s. “I can think of a couple things, if I’m being honest with you Steve.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. They almost touch the stupid little hat. “Ordering for the group, then?”

Right, yeah. Steve is really fucking stupid. Eddie wants to tug on that stupid fucking scarf and kiss him right over this counter. What a sight that would be, huh? “Something like that, yeah.”

Robin decides now is a good moment to emerge from the back room, stopping when she sees Eddie and offering him a quick nod and a smile. “Hey, Munson.”

“Buckley,” Eddie replies, as per, ducking his chin in response.

Steve would make a horrible DM, because he cannot hide a single thing on that pretty face of his. He is confused beyond belief as he looks over his shoulder at Robin and then back at Eddie, and then back at Robin once more for good measure.

“Is Stevie here helping you? Or is he busy doing absolutely nothing again?” she teases, touching the outside of Steve’s arm as she crosses past him and sets up shop in the corner, folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the counter.

“Hey, that’s—“

“He was just about to give us some recommendations, actually,” Eddie cuts in, pursing his lips in a small, coy smile.

Steve looks relieved at the save. Behind Eddie, someone (probably Jeff) nudges the back of his shoe. Right. They have shit to get to eventually.

“So,” Eddie drawls. He stands up and trails one poorly polished finger on top of the display freezer, tracing a small circle before catching Steve’s eye again. Steve is watching his finger, although he snaps his eyes up when he notices Eddie looking. “Pretend I’ve never been here before. What would you recommend, big boy?”

Steve’s head jerks back minutely, and then something must click, because he smirks. “If you’re looking for the full Scoops experience, the U.S.S. Butterscotch is the way to go.”

Eddie hums and points his thumb over his shoulder towards his best approximation at where Gareth might be. “That’s for him. One of those, a chocolate shake for Jeff, a small pistachio waffle cone for Grant because he’s a psychopath who hates fun.”

“Hey!” Grant says, and Eddie shoots him a look over his shoulder. He presses his lips together and nods, and then Eddie turns back to Steve, who looks amused by the whole situation.

“So you have been here,” Steve states, voice a little bit smug.

Eddie shrugs one shoulder and lolls his head towards Robin, giving her a smile. “Only with Robin. I was starting to think she’s the only one who works here.”

Steve chuckles. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh no,” Eddie says, voice dipping low, and Jesus Christ he cannot believe that he’s doing this in front of every prude in this fucking ice cream shop. He grins. “You could never disappoint me.”

Steve scoffs and crosses behind the freezer to slide it open. He reaches up to grab a cup and hesitates, “Cup okay?”

“I prefer it.”

He nods and produces the scooper from the front pocket of his apron. He spins it in his hand and Eddie watches like a man transfixed. Steve asks him another question and he just hums “Uh-huh,” stupidly, busy watching Steve’s entire arm flex as he scoops whatever flavor into the cup. Oh, he’s down bad. This situation has gotten worse.

Steve heads back to the counter and slides the cup across, Eddie following him over and taking the side of it. He’s about to take it and go on his merry way, but Steve produces a spoon from somewhere and sticks it in the top, lingering long enough to catch Eddie’s eye and say, “My favorite. Hope it serves you well.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be shocked. He nods dumbly and says, “Wh—uh, what do we owe you?”

Steve stands back up and crosses back to the register. He checks them out for only a shake and one small cup, which Eddie pays for without thinking, despite Gareth saying that this trip was supposed to be on him.

“Thanks for sailing through Scoops Ahoy,” Steve says, significantly less bored-sounding than when they first walked in. He leans on his elbow to hold out the receipt for Eddie to take. A small, stupid, undeveloped part of Eddie’s brain hopes that Steve’s number is on it. “If you want it.”

“Yeah. Uh, yep,” Eddie fumbles, taking the receipt and doing his best to make sure their hands don’t touch. He glances down at it, notices the lack of things he was charged for, and looks up. And he swears on his father’s life, Steve winks at him before standing up straight.

Eddie turns to leave, his friends all murmuring excitedly about their ice cream and the movie they’re about to see. He stops right before the exit, though, lifts two fingers to his forehead to salute and calls, “See you around, sailor.”

Steve mimics the salute, and a smile makes its way onto his face in a way that makes Eddie’s stomach start doing complicated stuntwork. He’s then less-than-gracefully pulled out the door by Jeff grabbing his jacket and yanking him back and out the door.

“What just happened?” Eddie asks as soon as they round the corner out of the store, stopping dead in his tracks. He looks down at the cup of ice cream in his hand—he doesn’t even like peanut butter.

“What happened, dude, is that we just paid half price for ice cream!” Grant says excitedly, and then immediately takes an obscene bite out of the top of his ice cream cone like some sort of heathen. It shakes Eddie out of his daze long enough to appreciate how fucking weird his friends are.

Eddie shakes his head, trying to snap himself out of it. He looks back over his shoulder towards the Scoops Ahoy and watches some giggling high school girls that he vaguely recognizes walk in. He points his cup back at it, “Did Steve Harrington just flirt back at me?”

Gareth scoffs around his spoon. “He flirts with anything that has a pulse, you know that.”

“Babes, Gareth, lest I remind you about the Great Rebecca Incident of your sophomore year?”

Gareth kicks the back of Eddie’s knee, making it buckle and forcing Eddie to look away from the front of the store. “Not cool. Who gives a shit anyway?”

“Me!” Eddie snaps, whipping his head back to the store. The same girls leave the store, heads huddled close together, faces significantly less thrilled than when they walked in. “Me gives a shit.”

Inside Scoops Ahoy, Robin’s jaw is hanging open in shock. It has been for the past minute, ever since Eddie and his friends left the store. Steve can see it out of the corner of his eye as he’s trying to count the obscene amount of pennies he just received. He glances at her twice before throwing the pennies into the register and snapping, “What?”

“What the fuck just happened?” she balks, laughing on the last word.

Steve’s brows furrow in confusion and he finally looks at her. She looks bewildered. “What, they just handed me like, forty cents in pennies, I can’t count that fast—“

“No, Steve,” she interrupts. She places her hands on her forehead, and then flaps a hand wildly at the doorway. “You just put frankly the best moves I have ever seen from you in the god awful time that we’ve worked here together on Eddie Munson. And then—and then! Two of the flyers on the cheer team come in and you absolutely cold shoulder them.”

“What?” Steve laughs incredulously, shaking his head and focusing back on the register. “Rob, I think you’re losing it.”

“I’m losing it?” Robin is now pacing back and forth behind Steve in the small sliver of space they have between the soft serve machines and the front counter. “Steve—“

“With Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson? Come on, Robin, don’t be ridiculous.”

Robin throws both of her hands up in the air and spins in a frantic circle. “I can’t. I cannot handle you Harrington, I know you pride yourself on being able to flirt with every girl that comes through that door you have been absolutely been sucking major shit—“

“Okay, rude—“

“—and I have never once watched you talk to anybody who is not a cute girl that walks through those doors outside of the shit that you are contractually bound to say. And then you have the audacity to say that you were…what? Just being friendly to someone that you just called a freak?”

Steve scoffs and throws the hat onto the counter in order to run both of his hands through his hair. “I’ve changed, you know. Maybe I am just trying to be friendly. I don’t have a lot of friends my age that haven’t actively tried to beat the shit out of me, or are my ex-girlfriend.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “That’s not how you make friends. That’s how you,” she cuts herself off, glances around, and crowds into his side to lower her voice, “that’s how you end up back at Eddie’s trailer.”

“How’d you know he lives in a trailer?” Steve asks. Then, his face drops, and he ducks down to say, “Are you jealous?”

“What? No, no, God no, we’re—“ Robin laughs, waving her hands in a big ‘x’ in front of her, “we’re not each others type. Like, by a mile. But we’ve hung out. He’s a nice enough guy, but not in a million years do I think you two would get along.”

“Well, then, it’s a non-issue,” Steve says, spinning out around Robin’s back and heading to the back room. “One time only. I’m taking my fifteen.”

“Didn’t you already take that?”

Steve opens the windows just enough to stick his middle finger through them. Robin grabs a Sharpie from behind the counter and makes herself a note on the back of her hand to question Eddie when she gets off tonight. Maybe he has more of an answer than Steve’s useless ass does.

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lovesickeros · 9 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #neuvillette #focalors #furina #dont ask what happened here idk #this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up #got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story #focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her #what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell #neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all #ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions #using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS #constant anxiety and panic 24/7 #will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry #compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more #i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY #i want 2 put them under a microscope #watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving #anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days

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