#frenemies

[potato-sports-fan]

batmarc and joker-ossi

“it’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message.”

(Just a quick drawing, nothing too polished cause I have homework)

[flowerscentedartist]

Nightmare, about Ink: I'M GONNA END THIS GUY'S LIFE!

Error: Get in line, you're not the only one.

[bigsoggyboots]

Cliché

(Sevika x Reader)

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summ: you and Sevika get invited to Topside's party. She doesn't want it, you both know you need it. You have to get along in order for you to complete your mission.

wc: 930

an: welcome back to my uploads being slow because of testing. thats my schedule for the next 3 weeks btw, basically until school is over. I had this idea of sevika being in a love-hate relationship with you (hopefully) you can understand where that kicks in. this took me too long to do and I hope u like it. bye.

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imagine…

how Sevika feels when she sees you every time she directly asks to see Silco. she knows you purposely ignore her request every time she asks, she sees how you pretend to write it down. she's damn sure she knows what words play in your head as you give her that knowing smile and fake glint in your eyes.

she hates it, just as much as she hates you.

you listen to everything but her own personal requests; you meet her at Babettes, discreet, sheathing yourself in a blue cloak. you make sure to book a room furthest down the hall, in a name only people who worked for Silco would understand. hell, you even changed your makeup for this.

you sat in front of her now, the dim candlelight igniting your face in a way that Sevika would only see as infuriating, as she passed you the envelope. she tried to push down the thought of how soft it made you look.

you and Sevika knew of the arrangement Silco set his scary lady set her up for the task for, the formal invite was still of a shock.

Silco hadn't told you two much, only that Topside was making a meeting he couldn't be there for. You both knew that was a lie. Silco could make it, he chose not to. So, as substitutes, you would be talking to Piltover officials about Zauns “unsanctioned” Shimmer activities.

“don't know why the hell he's making us do this.” Sevika grumbled, watching you tear open the envelope to conceal your smile.

“perhaps to have more time to keep jinx under control?” oh, so now you make jokes? yeah, whatever. Sevika scoffed at that.

you glazed over the contents inside the letter, eyes widening at what the proposal would be. Sevika inhaled a puff of smoke from her cigar and her eyebrow quirked up at you. for once, the words almost didn't make it out. you had to say it plainly.

“Topside is inviting us to a party.”

…what?

even though you only whispered, Sevika looked at you like you yelled. she momentarily forgot to breathe, choking on the smoke she harbored.

Topside inviting Zaunites to a party? willingly? on a formal notice?

“they've gone to shit.” sevika hit her chest, coughing her smoke out.

“you mean they've gone batshit.”

“that too.”

you read more of the letter and realized you needed to wear formal attire. you muttered to yourself all too well, “where the hell are we going to find a dress in Zaun?”

“they want us to dress up?”

“this.. has to be joke.” it felt like it, like there's an attack going to be behind this. but, Silco was serious, this letter was serious, and the conditions and information given all about it was serious.

you and Sevika held gazes, wide eyed and utterly clueless on what to say. Sevika never thought in her life Piltover would so as have the thoughts glaze their mind, you researched Piltover well enough to know that Piltover wouldn't like Zaun to be seen in the same sun's rays.

then you had an idea. a terrible idea. such an idea that Sevika could begin to pick up on. she almost looked amused.

Sevika crossed her arms. “no.”

“we have to.”

Sevika spoke harsher this time. “no.”

“it'll help us make a better convincing argument.”

“i wouldn't keep you for as long as i can throw you.”

“are you serious?”

“very.”

“unbelievable.” you huffed out beneath your breath. “think logically here.”

“i am.” her grip on her biceps tightened, she leaned in closer. “it's not happening.”

“we're happening. we're making this happen.”

“i'm not pretending to be in love with you.”

“how else would we come together and talk to those Topsiders up there?”

“like acquaintances. like normal people.”

“what's not so normal about this? people act in love with one another all the time.” and for a minute, Sevika stopped herself. you had a point and she wanted to choke you out all the same.

it's not normal when it's you; that's what she wanted to say.

“no, we need them to be forced to look at us. we need to have their attention and keep it Sevika for everything to not go to shit.” you continued on, having to keep a steady voice.

Sevika sighed. a low, deep, annoyed sigh. frankly, if you hadn't known any better, she would have sounded furious at you.

“it's better to have a story that guides them away from the truth.” right. the truth. the plan that Silco had been crafting for so long for Zaun's independence. she wanted to throw that plan to shit.

“there's no changing your mind about this, is there?” you almost thought you were dreaming; there was a light blush that creeped on Sevika's neck as she couldn't dare to look at you.

she looked.. defeated, like she couldn't believe she didn't want to put up more of a fight.

you smirked, confirming her suspicions. “no.”

“we're.. together.” okay, definitely blushing now. no amount of shadows and limited eye contact could erase that.

“for the night.” she reminded, to both you and herself.

tonight is the closest you two have ever been. literally and figuratively.

she'd never looked too long, never stood too close, and most definitely never blushed at you. you thought it was just the stress of running around Zaun and all, thats why you teased her so much, but now you know why.

and tomorrow, you have a feeling you'll get even closer.

“yeah, for the night.”

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[gleafer]

Loosely based off the brilliant AO3 fanfic “Too Wise to Woo Peaceably” by @feralbutfluffy

(Ack! I had FeralbutFluffy’s name backwards! Edited to fix)

Wine + Someone you’re totally crushing on + avoiding discorporation TWICE in one night= Sexy Results

@toowisetowoopeaceably

[mintaikkcorpse]

If you don't have romantic tension with your enemy, are you even enemies?

[gothamite-rambler]

Selina: Why is she here?!

Talia (hands on her hips): I'm here to see my son— you know, the one I had with Bruce. Because we had a son together. Consensual, and he looks like both of us… Yeah.

Selina: Oh, so the cleavage window on your dress is what you wear when seeing your son?

Talia: If you’ve got it, flaunt it. You wouldn't know that would you?

Selina: Don't lie Talia, it's unbecoming- Oh, I'm sorry, that already passed.

Damian entered the room with his backpack.

Damian: Oh, hi Selina.

Selina: Hi, Damian! You look very nice today.

Damian: Aw, thanks.

Talia: Don't compliment my son; he's mine. Damian, you're well dressed—because you're my son.

Damian (to his father): What did I walk into?

Bruce: Just stay quiet until they're done arguing.

Talia: Selina, why must you continue this competition with me? You lose every time.

Selina: I feel like my life, fighting skills, and history would beg to differ. Honestly, I'd rather not have you around Damian considering you once planned an assassination on him.

Talia: I wasn’t in the right frame of mind thanks to my sister. I'm better now. And by the way, I don’t have to wear all leather to fight crime.

Bruce cleared his throat loudly offended.

Talia: Except for you, babe, you make it work.

Bruce: Don’t call me that.

Selina: It’s unfortunate all your plans failed to win him over. Even though you gave him an adorable son, you’re merely a walking second-place medal.

Talia: Better silver than bronze.

Selina: Nice seeing you, Talia.

Talia: Same to you. Come on, Damian.

Damian walked off with his mother while Selina moved closer to Bruce, who looked confused and unsure about what had just transpired.

Selina: That’s just how we talk to each other sometimes. It’s a frenemy thing; you wouldn’t understand.

Bruce: Fair enough.

[luvismenu]

STARBOY — Jeon Jungkook // series ✧

m.list ,, navi ,, about taglist !completed¡

summary: everyone assumes you two can't stand each other, but is that really true?

genre:

smau + written

crack + fluff

frenemies to lovers

pairing: popular classmate!jungkook x class president!reader

warnings: uni au, english majors, mentions of sexual activities (sometimes),, that's pretty much it lmao,, no smut cuz i js want them to be my silly characters!!! <3

started: 14 nov 2024 ,, ended: 31 dec 2024

index —

01 tense

02 nonsense

03 desparate

04 tragic red flag

05 universe ✎

06 sandwiches

07 revenge

08 dedication

09 miffy ✎

10 a delight — end

© 2024 luvi. All rights reserved.

[achromatophoric]

During a break in a fencing match between frenemies, a truth is shared.

Bianca: I’m being completely serious, Addams. I’m a man.

Wednesday: *unfazed* I see. Do you plan on having the standard hardware installed?

Bianca: Excuse me?

Wednesday: Surgery, Barclay.

Bianca: Oh. Yeah, I do. All of it. Eventually.

Bianca: *suspiciously* Is that going to be a problem?

Wednesday: *glares*

Bianca: *glares right back*

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *produces something from her coat and begins to write in it*

Bianca: *narrows his eyes* What are you doing?

Wednesday: Writing you a check.

Bianca: *confused* For what?

Wednesday: Your eventual procedure.

Bianca: *chokes in disbelief*

Bianca: Are— *sputters* Are you fucking with me, Addams?!

Wednesday: *doesn’t bother to reply*

Bianca: *trying to process*

Wednesday: *pauses* Hmn. What is your name?

Bianca: *starts* What? It’s uh—It’s Benedict. Benedict Barclay.

Wednesday: *finishes writing the check, rips it free, and slaps it into the siren’s hand*

Benedict: *stares at the check in shock* Holy shit. I can’t— I mean… Thank you.

Wednesday: If you require additional financial aid, recommendations for reputable professionals, or legal assistance in your transition, do not hesitate to ask.

Benedict: *speechless*

Wednesday: *casually puts her checkbook away*

Benedict: Why, Addams?

Wednesday: *thoughtful pause*

Wednesday: Barclay, despite our differences, you have my respect. Your skills with a foil at times surpass my own, and you have proven yourself to be more than a passable rival in both ambition and intellect.

Wednesday: *grudgingly adds* My wolf has even remarked that you might be, if one were to squint, considered a loyal friend.

Benedict:

Benedict: I… okay. Okay. I can’t say that I expected—

Wednesday: Also, the sooner you transition, the sooner I’ll have the satisfaction of kicking you in the testicles.

Benedict: *open-mouthed stare*

Wednesday: *stares right back*

Benedict:

Wednesday:

Benedict: Fuck you, you psychotic bitch.

Wednesday: Die alone, you pompous bastard.

Benedict: *hiding a smile* Another round?

Wednesday: *friendly civil nod* Of course.

[sayangrafayel]

Loft talk Pt. There's only one bed 🐦‍⬛🎨

Sylus, in Rafayel’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night?

Rafayel, knocking Sylus off: WHAT THE HELL?!

Sylus: Ow—

Rafayel: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor!

Sylus: I had a nightmare.

Rafayel: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old?

Sylus: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there-

Rafayel, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL!

Sylus: That is not what I meant—

Rafayel: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!

Sylus: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too.

Rafayel: Yeah, okay-

Sylus: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night?

Rafayel: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while.

Sylus, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!

Rafayel: I did not consent to this-

Sylus, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden!

Rafayel, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s six-foot-two, he’s got white hair.

[captainmarvelbillybatson]

In another post I have, I mentioned Billy and Adam having an agreement not to touch certain topics.

What I mean is that both of them have trauma. They recognize bits of themselves in each other, the trauma of growing up too fast and losing your family and being alone. The weight of being the champion of magic weighed heavily on both of them, even if they will both insist it made them better. They are the only two living beings who know the feeling of magic lighting every pore in your body, of the energy of the Rock of Eternity lighting a fire in them, and the bone crushing weight that goes along with it.

They don’t mention each other’s families. They both avoid civilian identities if they can. Billy invites Adam to help him take down human traffickers. Adam doesn’t attack on Billy’s families death date.

They have codes between them, of when things go too far. Black Adam says the word Teth in mid battle and Captain Marvel pulls him away from the battle, being extremely gentle. Captain Marvel says the word Mary in a battle against multiversal monsters and Black Adam directs him towards a group of monsters to destroy with no mercy, before whisking the Captain away.(A few tourists take pictures of Black Adam having ice cream with a child leaning into his side.)

They are enemies. Black Adam and Captain Marvel are still nemeses, and they do fight on the battlefield. But they both realize they are more. They are also Adam and Billy, two souls who understand each other in ways no one else can.

[sfde8871]

“Maybe I’m a little drunk. Or a lotta drunk. But yeah I was wrong about this guy, I admit it -so what. He’s actually…alright” —said both

[flowerscentedartist]

Error: Everyone thinks you suck!

Dream: I think you have the wrong number…

Error: Ink?

Dream: Nope. Dream.

Error: Well, you probably suck too…

[lizard-color4]

Frenemy

[victorianpuckbunny]

Luke's annoyed "how are ya, Curtis? 😐" will live forever rent-free in my head

Also Curtis messing with Luke 'cause of the lights: "tHeY'rE nOt FoLlOwInG aRoUnD tHE hUgHeS fOr OnCE?"

[quitebashfulexe]

let these men have some happiness god damnit >:0

[linaslore]

s.h. | we need to warm up (one shot)

a/n: it's been a while since i posted a steve fic, so here it issssss. this is a combination of a friends episode and a scene from an old tv show i used to watch when i was a teenager.

warnings: being locked up in closed spaces, language, mentions of sex and injuries (freezing), english is not my first language. some stuff may not be accurate. MINORS DNI. credits to the gif owner!

summary: steve and you worked at scoops ahoy together and one day while you two were bickering about something silly, you got stuck in a walk-in refrigerator.

steve harrington x afab!oc!reader.

🚫do NOT copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

Robin, your best friend, helped you get this job at Scoops Ahoy a couple of months ago. The work itself wasn’t ideal because you had to put up with a lot of annoying people (and cleaning toilets wasn’t very appealing either), but the pay was pretty good and it allowed you to combine it with your study schedule. The best parts were obviously the free ice cream and sharing shifts with your bestie.

You also had to share several shifts with Steve Harrington. You didn’t like him at first if you were being completely honest. You knew him from before because you had shared a few classes at Hawkins High, but you never actively talked to him. He was very handsome and charming, but his reputation of being a womanizer and a douchebag preceded him so for you that was enough to keep your distance.

However, everything changed when you took on this job. On the bright side, has had some personal growth over the last few months so this made spending time with him a lot easier. Of course, the King Steve persona sometimes came into the light and he could get insufferable, but you still enjoyed his company. You could say you had more of a ‘frenemies’ relationship. Definitely, one of the things that amused you the most was bickering with Steve, so when the work day was quiet, you’d pick a silly argument just for the sake of it. 

Thus, that’s what led the two of you to discuss the topic of sex in the middle of one casual Saturday afternoon in mid-September at Scoops Ahoy. The weather was chiller than the one from previous weeks, but there were some people that weren’t going to let the climate get in the way of getting ice cream. You couldn’t blame them though. Robin was at the register machine, getting the customers’ orders and Steve and you were organizing the stock at the back of the shop.

“Harrington, are you really saying that kissing and foreplay are not as important as the sex part!?”, you exclaimed a bit too loudly while you glared at your coworker with a questioning look. He just quirked his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders meaning ‘Yes, I said what I said. Deal with it.’

You didn’t feel any shame talking about these topics. In fact, you were pretty bold. Especially with Steve. He had that vibe that made everyone around him feel comfortable with discussing or doing anything. Of course. King Steve, ladies and gentlemen. 

“Why would I prefer the opening act when I know I’ll be seeing, I dunno, The Police soon?”

You let out a chuckle.

“You have been spending more time with Eddie, haven’t you?”, he gave you a mocking look. It was no secret that Steve wasn’t a fan of Eddie, especially because recently he had been stealing Dustin’s attention and that made Steve more jealous than he cared to admit. You couldn’t help but smile at the cuteness of Steve and Dustin’s relationship and his jealousy.

You grabbed one of the boxes with new ice cream flavours that were recently delivered to the shop because you had to carry them to the walk-in refrigerator, but since the two boxes were really heavy you asked Steve for help. At first he pretended to ignore you, but then he smiled teasingly and grabbed the other one to give you a hand. You had trouble deciding whether you hated that smile or you loved it… It was probably the latter. 

As soon as you entered the refrigerator, the chilly air hit your skin. You carefully placed the box you were carrying on the floor and put the door wedge so it wouldn’t close while you were in there. The door was pretty heavy because it needed to stay shut in order to keep the temperature low, but also, the door handle wasn’t working pretty well.

“Anyways, for us girls they’re really equally important”, you resumed your little argument while you two arranged the ice creams on the various shelves, categorizing them by their flavor. “We can get all the information we need about the other person from the first kiss. I can’t believe you don’t like it.”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye and noticed that he rolled his.

“No, honey”, he paused and sighed. You screamed internally at the pet name. He usually called you by your name or ‘Smarty Pants’ whenever you gave him witty comebacks. “It’s not that I don’t like it. I do, but I’d rather get down to the real business quicker.”

“Well, hun, friendly advice, if you keep thinking like that, you’ll have to settle with solo concerts.”

Steve wanted to give you the middle finger so badly but couldn’t do it because he had his hands full so he had to contempt himself by sticking out his tongue in a mocking tone. You gave him a playful nudge on the shoulder and then he gave you another one back but Steve was stronger than you so you tripped backwards and accidentally kicked the door wedge and the refrigerator door closed. 

“Fuck”, the two of you blurted out in unison; your heartbeats picking up rapidly. You exchanged looks and frowned your eyebrows at the same time. Under different circumstances, you would have laughed at the synchronicity.

“This is your fault.”

“How is this my fault, Harrington? You pushed me!”, you replied back while you got up from the floor and adjusted your uniform.

“You made me come in here!”

“I simply asked for your help!”

You decided it was useless to continue with this bickering so you kneeled down before the door handle to try to make it work. However, it was useless. The door refused to budge. You had repeatedly asked Keith, your boss, to call the repair guy to fix said handle but of course he never did. You cursed him under your breath while you got back up and started screaming and banging on the door.

“ROBIN! HELP! SOMEBODY”, Steve joined you but nobody seemed to hear. “HELLO, WE’RE INSIDE THE REFRIGERATOR!”, you both screamed over and over again.

“I hope Robin notices quickly we’re nowhere to be seen. If not, we’re going to freeze to death”, you lifted your hands to massage your scalp, trying to prevent yourself from spiraling. Extremely difficult task given the not so encouraging situation. You didn’t consider yourself a claustrophobic person but you weren’t a fan.

“Don’t exaggerate, Y/N. It’s just a little bit of cold”, he shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing off your very real concern. 

If looks could kill, he would be reduced to ashes right now. 

“Unlike you, I don’t have teenage-like hormones, Steve. I get cold easily.”

He was about to reply with another witty comment, but he noticed how anxious you were getting. He saw your right leg start bouncing rapidly and how you bit your fingernails—subtle things you did when you were nervous or distressed. He had noticed them before. He let out a defeated sigh.

“OK, I’m being serious right now: we’re going to get out of here in a heartbeat, don’t worry.” 

You went back to the screaming and banging, hoping that someone outside would hear you at that very moment and get you out of there. Unfortunately, you were alone with the echoes of your voice and movements. Meanwhile, Steve was pacing the small place, thinking of any other possible escape. 

After some minutes that felt like hours, the cold and the confinement were starting to take a toll on you. You sat on the floor with your back against the door to keep hitting it, more occasionally now. The Scoops Ahoy uniform was not enough to keep you warm; your body started trembling so you hugged yourself, keeping your knees close to your chest. Steve heard your shivering breaths. He scanned the ‘room’ one more time and saw the empty cardboard boxes stacked where you had been organizing the ice cream.

“We can use the empty ice cream boxes to keep us warm”, you gave him a questioning look. encouraging him to clarify. “We can break them down to sit on them and then put the other parts over our bodies”.

“God bless that big head of yours, Harrington.”, you smiled and tried to stand up but it wasn’t as easy as before. Your body was getting stiffer. Steve gave you a hand.

The two of you started tearing up the boxes and placing the flattened pieces on the floor next to the door and then cutting up bigger sections to use as makeshift blankets. 

“Well, it’s better than nothing”, Steve commented once you were all set and you agreed, keeping the cardboard boxes as close to your body as possible. 

It was far from being the perfect solution, but it worked… for a couple of minutes. Then, you started shivering again. You got up to the point where you could no longer feel your legs. You wanted to keep screaming and banging on the door but the little energy you had was starting to wear off. You decided to save it for later.

“Fuck, it’s so cold in here. I can’t stand it anymore”, you blurted out, more to yourself than anything and tried to rub your hands violently against your legs to get some warmth.

“Come here”, Steve whispered while opening his arms, motioning you to huddle closer to him so you could share whatever body heat you had left. It was true, Steve had a higher body temperature than any other person either of you knew but he wasn’t sure of how much that was going to last. He was feeling colder too.

You were hesitant to accept his embrace at first because you weren’t used to sharing physical contact with him but you quickly decided that it was worth trying it. Once you were beside him, he put his arms around your shaking frame and put two cardboard boxes over both your bodies. He rested his head on top of yours and you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Despite everything, this felt strangely nice and comfortable.

“We’re gonna get out of here, I promise”, he said after some silence and you could see the wisps of vapor that looked like smoke coming out of his mouth. 

You were too tired and weak to say or do anything. It seemed the temperature kept dropping every second. There was some frost on your hair and your eyelashes. Steve had it on his perfect hair too. At this moment, you actually believed you were going to die there. You snuggled closer into Steve’s embrace; not that it was really possible because you were practically glued to him.

You slowly started to drift off; your eyelids felt like two bricks of concrete. Steve went into alert mode when he felt you relax under his touch. “Hey, Y/N. Can you hear me?”

You let out a barely audible “Mh” and he started rubbing circles on your arm, close to your elbow.

“Stay awake, OK?”

He knew you couldn’t fall asleep if you had hypothermia. He didn’t know why but he remembered one of his biology teachers who explained that your body functions would slow down even more, which could be deadly. He didn’t even want to imagine that happening. 

At first, he didn’t want to admit he liked you because you were a pain in the neck, but then, as he spent more and more time with you, he learned you were funny, smart, and although you annoyed him to boredom sometimes, you were kind-hearted. Also, you had one of the most contagious laughs he has ever heard. And on top of that, you were insanely pretty. 

This drastic situation helped him realize he didn’t want to lose you, in any way. He couldn’t.

“I can’t.”, you whispered once again.

“Yes, you can”, his hands moved upwards to cup both your cheeks now; his desperate eyes fixed on your face. “Open your eyes, please, darling”. You wanted to laugh at the nickname but you didn’t even have the strength to do so. His voice was trembling now too. He didn’t know if out of the cold he was feeling or of the fear of something happening to you. He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Come on, I wanna see those pretty eyes.”

“I’m cold, Stevie. I’m sorry.”

You only used that nickname to tease him because he hated it. Now, it scratched his brain just right. He didn’t fail to notice you looked so small, so fragile. He didn’t know how, but he could feel you slip away from him.

“No, no, no, no”, he blurted out quickly. “Y/N, listen to me. Focus on my voice and my hands”, he rubbed circles on both of your cheeks. “Don’t fall asleep. Talk to me.”

His serious but also desperate tone made you realize the gravity of your state.

“About what?”, you whispered as you tried to get your whole attention to his gentle touches and his breathing. 

“About anything. Tell me a secret, a memory, an embarrassing story. Whatever comes to your mind, just talk to me.”

You gathered strength out of nowhere and opened your eyes. You saw Steve sigh with a little bit of relief. He also looked exhausted and cold, but there was something in his eyes that told you he was not giving up easily. You couldn’t say so for yourself, sadly.

“Your pretty eyes are the last pair I’m going to see”, you spoke slowly. Steve’s heart broke a little at your statement.

“No, don’t say things like that.. I need you to stay here with me. Please. I need you to stay alive so I can take you on a date when we’re out of here”, his voice and the movements on your skin were starting to slow down too. “I don’t want to leave this planet before kissing your beautiful lips.”

You gave him a weak smile.

“Do it now, Stevie.”

He lifted his eyebrows, thinking he heard you incorrectly. But then, you directed your eyes to his own lips, so he took it as an invitation and wasted no time. The kiss was slow and short but sweet nonetheless. None of you had much energy to keep going for longer, much to your dismay.

“That’s the way to warm up, right?”, he joked and you let out a choked laugh.

You went back to your tight embrace. You weren’t sure how much time you had left. You stopped trembling a couple of minutes ago and you knew that wasn’t a good sign. You thought about your family and your friends. One single tear fell from your left eye.

Just about when Steve was going to wipe it, you heard some noises on the other side of the door. You two looked at each other and Steve used the adrenaline rush to get back on his feet and helped you do the same.

“HELP, WE’RE STUCK IN THE REFRIGERATOR. PLEASE HELP”, Steve was the one yelling and you attempted to bang the door as loud as you could.

And then, the door finally opened. You squinted your eyes due to the sudden change of lightning and tried to make out the silhouette that was standing in front of you, but before you could see who it was or do anything else, your legs gave in and your vision went black, which resulted in you passing out on the ground.

Your eyelids fluttered open as the characteristic antiseptic hospital smell hit your nose. The sterile white walls were the first thing you saw. Your body still felt cold, even though you had several blankets wrapped around your frame. You turned your head to the side and saw Steve sitting on a chair, wrapped on a blanket as well. His eyes were closed and his head was slightly tilted to the side. He looked worn off but really adorable.

“Steve?”, you called his name but you didn’t recognize your own voice. It was really sore. The boy opened his eyes and gave you a sweet smile. There was a mixture of relief and concern in his look.

“Hey… You gave us quite the scare.” You apologized and he shrugged it off. “Your parents are already here. They’re filling out the paperwork.” He grabbed the chair and moved it forward to be closer to your bed. Then he grabbed your hand that was hidden under the blankets. “I should call the doctor to let her know you had woken up.”

You nodded but refused to let his hand go so he could stand up. His heart melted.

“We need to talk about our date”, you casually mentioned between giggles.

“You don’t waste a minute, don’t you?”, he chuckled, shaking his head. “I assure you, it’s going to be a date to die for.” Now it was your turn to laugh. 

aaaand the end... i hope you enjoyed it! and as always, i'd love to read some comments with your opinions :) and i'm also taking request, so there's your chance to leave a nice ask 💗