#suave keith

[blackmensuited]

[childoftheriver]

The pretty boys.

[hyrulesfav]

something about being a twin but looking possibly mentally disturbed and it being attractive somehow

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Fill In the Cracks

(Steve Harrington x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: There's no way someone like Steve would love you. It's only a matter of time before he forgets you.

Warnings: Self-deprecation, feelings of unworthiness, angst to fluff, language

Word Count: 2016

A/N: In celebration of 500+ followers, here is my Steve fic you voted on! Admitted, this is not the original one I had in mind, but one I thought of this idea, I couldn't stop. I hope you enjoy it! And thank you to those who have supported my writing. I'm truly blown away by your kindness.

Watching Steve flirt with every woman who enters Family Video may kill you. Not because he sucks at it—god, he’s such a dork, all faux suave and big eyes. You don’t know how any woman could turn him down. You fluster just from witnessing it.

No, you’ll end up six feet under because he never flirts with you.

It’s pathetic how you crave his attention when nothing will ever happen between you.

Still, you wait for the moments when his eyes turn to you. The ones where he throws you a smile or pulls you in for a hug. He’s always so warm…

He has this unbelievable ability to make you feel safe. And you can’t recall a time that's ever happened.

But it doesn’t matter how you feel.

Steve will never give you the looks you want. Or the flirty smiles. Or the relationship he’s constantly seeking out.

You’re only you.

“I should really get a new sign,” Robin sighs loudly, shaking you from your thoughts. “The board would already be full.”

You’re thankful she’s distracted with teasing Steve, or else she may notice how you zoned out while she was talking.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Steve says. “I suck.”

You try to give him the best sympathetic smile you can muster, but you know it doesn’t reach your eyes.

His head tilts slightly, but Robin pushes the cart toward him before he can say anything.

“It’s your turn to stock. There are some new tapes in the back,” she says.

He rolls his eyes but takes the cart without complaint and walks to the back room.

Robin leans her elbows on the counter and raises an eyebrow.

“You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you ask.

“You just had to watch that.” She gestures to where Steve had stood. “Granted, it was bad. I’m sure it wasn’t fun.”

“I don’t get what you’re talking about, Robin.” Surely she doesn’t know…does she?

“I’m talking about your massive crush on a certain employee here,” she says. “And I’m not talking about Keith or me.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “How did…How did you know?”

“You looked like a kicked puppy when he started talking.” Her tone is gentle as she levels you with a look.

You fiddle with your fingers. “It’s not like it matters.”

“What doesn’t matter?”

You meet her gaze, and she really has no idea what you’re talking about.

“How I feel,” you whisper. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course, it matters.” She matches your volume. “If you like him, you should tell him.”

You shook your head. “And embarrass me? Make everything weird between us? No.”

“That’s assuming he doesn’t feel the same,” she says.

“He just got done flirting with another woman. In what world does that mean he likes me back.” There’s a slight tingle in your nose, and you blink a few times before the tears can come.

“Maybe he’s thinking the same as you are: he doesn't want to make things awkward.” Her tone is reassuring and hopeful. Her heart is in the right place, but you know better.

“C’mon, Robin, it’s not like I’m anything special.” You say it as if it’s obvious. “I’m not the type of person guys give a second look, let alone love. I’m just…I’m just here.”

Her brow furrows. “What do you mean you’re ‘just here?’” She doesn’t give you room to respond. “You’re my best friend! Do you think anyone else could put up with me?”

“What about Steve?” You raise an eyebrow in challenge.

“Steve is Steve. But you are my ride or die.” She levels you with a look. “Don’t give me any of that ‘I’m unlovable’ crap. You are the kindest, most considerate person I know! You literally fight monsters and have saved every one of our asses—multiple times!”

You open your mouth, but she’s on a roll.

“And as for those guys you’re referring to—fucking dumbasses. If they can’t realize how amazing you are, then fuck’em. Well…not really. But you know what I mean!”

You feel a little awkward that you caused her to say all that, but mostly, you’re touched. And your feet are carrying you over to her before you can register what’s happening.

You pull her into a hug, holding back tears.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Anytime,” she says, wrapping you in her arms. Like the action alone will convince you of her words.

You both slowly separate, her hands resting on your shoulders.

“We all love you. You’re important to us. And if you ever need reminding, tell me, okay?” she asks.

You nod. “Okay.”

—

Steve’s chest hurts.

He heard everything.

He’s in the back, ready to come out with more videos to stack when he hears you talking to Robin.

And all he wants to do is burst out and make you realize how wrong you are.

How could you think you’re forgettable?

How could you think you’re unlovable?

Especially when he’s right here? When he’s completely gone for you?

He wants to kick himself for flirting with that girl and everyone before her. He should have just told you how he feels.

He nods along to Robin’s reassurances, urging his agreement to somehow ease your mind.

He has to do something.

You deserve the world. You deserve to know how much he values you—how much you mean to him. That he returns your feelings.

Just the thought of being with you sends his heart skyrocketing. He would think he’s dreaming if it weren’t for how you spoke about yourself.

After your conversation ends, he waits ten minutes before emerging from the back.

He throws you a smile, your words still echoing in his head. And as he shelves tapes, he decides it’s finally time he tells you.

—

You hang around Family Video until Steve clocks out. Tonight’s your weekly pizza and movies. And despite your little confession with Robin, you’ll never rob yourself of alone time with Steve.

You watched two movies and ate half of the pizza when you took a break to stretch your legs.

Steve sets up in front of the sink, and you grab a dish towel without a word. An additional part of your ritual.

You can tell by the way he moves something’s bothering him. He’s been off all night.

In these quiet moments, you know you’ll get an honest answer.

“Do you need to talk about something?” you ask, drying the first plate.

He doesn’t glance at you or indicates he even heard you. Just scrubs the nonexistent sauce from the dish.

You run the towel over the plate again, so you’re not standing there looking at him, so you’re not pressuring him to tell you.

He hesitates a second before he speaks.

“I heard you earlier,” he says, washing the dish in his hand. “With Robin.”

You freeze mid-swipe, your conversation flashing through your head. Then continue just so your hands are doing something.

“...And?”

He wouldn’t bring it up if he didn’t want to fight you on it. You know him too well. Steve is sweet, too sweet for his own good sometimes. You never wanted him to know your feelings.

“...Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks as gently as ever. He could’ve been settling your fears. 

He could’ve been telling you he loves you for years.

You shrug as if you don’t know, putting the plate away.

He sighs when you don’t elaborate.

“You aren’t forgettable.” He turns to you. “You could never be.”

You let out a humorless laugh through your nose. “Tell that to my friends from kindergarten. Or elementary school. Or maybe the ones from middle—”

“I will never forget you. I don’t care about those dickheads you called friends. It’s their loss.” His jaw clenches. “You matter to all of us.” You matter to me.

You don’t let his words penetrate. You can’t because once you do, he's bound to leave. So, you swing the hammer and embed another nail in the wall.

“Like I haven’t heard that before,” you whisper, eyes closed, waiting.

You can hear his hands form fists, his teeth grind, and you want to hide. Away from his anger, his disappointment.

But when he speaks, his tone isn’t angry. It’s soft, disbelieving…

…heartbroken.

“I don't get why you think you’re so hard to love.”

You swallow, still avoiding his gaze. If you look at him, your floodgates will break.

“Because I am,” you whisper. And you can’t help how refreshing your honesty is. It’s addicting. “Who in their right mind would love me?”

What sorry, self-sabotaging, blind person will ever love someone as flawed as you? How could anyone see any value in all your cracks and chips?

Broken things are thrown away. Love doesn’t come to something past its prime.

“I do,” he says. “I do. Everyday.”

Your brow furrows, mind coming to a screeching halt.

He can’t be serious.

He’s reassuring you. Saying he loves you as a friend. Nothing more.

Because Steve Harrington can do better. So, how could he love you?

“I’ve loved you for a long time now. And it’s been the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” He swallows, unnerved by your silence.

He waits, knowing he may have ruined the best thing that’s happened to him. But he had to tell you. You have to know that you’re everything to him.

You finally, finally meet his eyes. They’re watering, and he wants to take you in his arms and protect you. But the last thing he wants is to scare you, to push himself on you if you don’t feel the same. 

“Do you…Do you mean it?” you whisper, desperation clear in your tone. You're too fragile to care.

“Of course I mean it.” He steps toward you. “I’ve meant it for the past two years.”

Your eyes widen. “Years?” You barely get it out.

He nods. “Just waiting for you to realize.” He can feel the energy shifting. You’re out of your head. “Didn’t know I’d have to spell it out for you.” He huffs good-naturedly

You breathe out a laugh of disbelief. “Of course, you’d have to spell it out! How the hell was I supposed to know you love me?”

All those girls come to both of your minds. It makes him sick.

“I’m a coward,” he says.

You tilt your head as if to say, “No, you’re not.”

He only shrugs, a fond smile on his face. “You always tease me and ask if I have my eye on someone. And I’ve never lied to you.”

“You also never asked anyone o—“ You slowly realize what he means. “Me?”

He nods. “You.”

You're silent long enough that it makes him nervous. But all you can think about is how much time you’ve wasted not being with him in the way you want.

“So there you go, not unlovable.” He rocks on the balls of his feet.

And it’s that nervousness that makes you realize you have yet to respond.

“I love you, too, Steve.” And once again, honesty is addicting.

“Really?” He grins, all big and bright.

You nod, a shy smile on your face. “Really. I’d have to be crazy not to.”

He carefully takes your hands, dragging his thumbs over your knuckles, memorizing your softness.

“So I love you. You love me. Is it safe to say you’re officially mine?” He bites his lip. You want to pull it free.

“I think so,” you tease. “Unless you want to wait another two years.”

He shakes his head frantically, though the smile is still there. “No, no, definitely not.” He clears his throat. “So…can I kiss you now?”

He’s already leaning in, too eager to care if he’s coming off too excited.

You hum softly, meeting him halfway.

It’s everything you imagined it would be. Soft and warm, a minty sweetness from that spray Steve keeps in his pocket, and gentle. As he always is with you—like you’ll shatter if he presses too hard. But you want to break this time because he will help put everything back together.

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[kuurankaiho]

MOTU: Revolution Hordak: A monster the size of a tank, all suave, Prime-esque, and alliterating...except for when he erupts into laughter. Snortsnortsnort. Keith David performs masterfully. I love all the previous Daks, though, and elated to squeal over yet another. 😂

My favorite expression:

[rizavii]

not to be a multiship advocate on main but. my friend if u want lance tripping over a dude who's (perceived to be) High And Mighty but is actually kind of a loser underneath the suave exterior that he's built up then klance is not the ship for u. i'm holding out my hand to u and a small Lotor is sitting there in my palm.

keith is just a straight up loser who throws hands and doesn't talk a lot. love him but his cringefailness is buried under a very thin layer of tissue paper. lotor's is locked in a vault. go try lancelot <3

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Sunshine pt. 1

Written: Oct 03 2019

Ray Merrimen x Black Female Reader

Request for my bff @titty-teetee <3

He paid his debt to society. Ten years of solid prison time had left an impression. But it hardly suppressed his illicit nature. Ray bit off a large bite of the convenience store burrito, it was as tasteless as the shit he had in max and went down just as hard. But it was good to be back in the world. Once again back in the neighborhood, he knew so well. And finally, around the friends, he grew up with and served with.

Ray stared at his phone, swiped through long history there as he collected bits and pieces of information. Then suddenly, a blasting glimmer of light hit his down-turned lids. His eyes turned up toward you, there you were, the bright afternoon sun glinting off your dangly earrings. His girl, his Sunshine. The rays brought drama to the moment as it bathed you in white yellow crowning your head of tight curls in mahogany and sunflower yellow. It turned him on. He loved how you tried to fit in now. Clothes much more expensive than the general store rags you pilfered back in the day shaped to your body. It wrapped beautifully around you. His eyes, eager to take all of you in, travel down your thick body, the tight jeans fit snuggly around the roundness of your ass, and the width of your thighs as you walked toward the store.

Ray remembered what it meant to have you. Tears streaking down your face after a strained orgasm. The tight impulsive way you slid down his body when you wanted attention. He had missed the cues back then. Admittedly he had been a fucking fool to ignore the love you had for him back then.  

But he wouldn’t let that go twice. He held onto that promise as you walked into the store. His eyes dropped down to his phone again. You stood out boldly among the others. That bright smile could bring up the room easily. His eyes traced your face and then along to a few others, he guessed that was your colleagues.

Ray clicked the screen off and then tossed into the seat next to him. For a few seconds, he caught glimpses of you perusing the shelves, your habit of touching every item your eyes landed on was still there. There were still parts of you there that he remembered fondly.  The arch in your brow when you finally hit on something you wanted. The light steps, almost like you glided when you walked. Something akin to an angel quality, he thought, living in the hell of Los Angeles it was a rare find.

“Ya, I’ll be in tomorrow.“ You said with a mildly agitated tone.  "It’s my day off but you’ll owe me, Becca.” You continued pointed your finger at her and made sure that the woman across the desk with the handle of the phone pressed against her ear knew you meant business.

Grabbing up your belongings you walked out of the office, your steps were quick taking you down the elevator and through the lobby without a hitch. You stepped out into the cooler evening air. Another day, another dollar. You hardly had time to pause these days and take in what it meant to have a steady job. Though grateful it wasn’t what Ray had left you in, you were more than aware that it could have been worse.

Out of the parking lot of about twenty vehicles, you walked toward yours. The thick soft plastic of your flats thump on the asphalt you pulled your phone. Keith had messaged you.

Hey love, I’m bringing dinner over. See you.

A deeply warm grin pulled at your lips. Like in your heart the soft threads of devotion began to become intertwined with his. He was a full-blown romantic. Keith was suave, his voice light though powerful it sank right into you. He was strong, dependable and offered the safety you only saw in the movies.

And most importantly, he allowed you to focus on what mattered—getting your life back on track. You cracked your car door open, still staring at your phone. So maybe your head-space was in the land of Keith’s devotion. Because the looming shadow to your right drew in closer than you would have ever permitted.

Distracted by the now absence of light, you turn to the towering figure and in the midst of identifying him, you caught his reflection. Did you see that right? The beard, you remembered the rough hair as it emerged from between your thighs.

Your eyes landed on him before his wide hand pushed your door closed.

The air picked up around you whipping his sweaty scent into your face. He smelled the same. “Ray?” you asked, though you knew who this was without doubt.

Ray as he slid between you and the driver’s side door of your car as he spoke. “Sunshine.” The sun washed over his face in evening gold, the dusting of pink lit his brown eyes to rust. It was like you remembered, those eyes and his ability to stare right through you.

The circumstances of why you broke it off came flooding back. His self serving loyalty that only meant you got something out of it if the opportunity aligned in his favor. Ten years had not been long enough for you to forget how he used you.

“What the fuck do you want? Come to pin another robbery on me?” you bit off as you stepped back folding your arms across your chest.

“’Come on, that didn’t happen. You got questioned.” he said.

“I lost my job. I lost my home—I lost everything.” You stopped talking. The man in front you was always the igniter, the reason for your burning rage. And this time was no different. You could feel the heat of anger licking at your words.

“Move, Ray.” you gritted.

“I wanted to see how my Sunshine was doing these days.”

“Stop calling me that. MOVE, RAY!” you yelled, the hurt in it cracked at the end. “You didn’t give fuck at all when you went to prison and left me with nothing!”

His eyes moved over your shaking form. He could see the pain there, the rot of how he left you in your face as it easily contorted into a rage. You had given him so much more than he gave you. Ray knew that now. Older, maybe wiser he wanted to make it up to you. Perhaps it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch that Ray Merrimen could be merciful in his brutality.

“Ten years Ray!” you shouted again, the sun glinted off the shiny red nail polish as you wiped away tears.

The anger in you, he caught the brunt of it when your dark eyes settled back on him again. Black as the guns he hoarded and just as deadly. You look at him and he felt the shot to his heart.

He knew you better than you knew yourself. Or at the very least, he knew what motivated you. Ray stepped forward, drew his shoulders and stance to his full height as he took the final step. But the wild and tender parts of your pain had you backing up from him. You couldn’t take another hit like that from him.

“Stop.” You squeaked out passed the weakening resolve. “You don’t get to make up for shit with me!”

He felt differently when he touched your face. Ray’s long rough fingers grazed your cheek as it swept to the back of your neck. Gentle. His other hand, the fingers tilted your chin up to look at him. A mighty change from ten years ago when a younger more reckless Ray would have just pushed you aside.

Ray felt the shake in your shoulders, the hitched breath in your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Enveloping in you in the warmth he lacked all those years ago. Silently, he promised himself to make up for it. He didn’t feel complete until you finally gave in. Your hands and arms slid under his flannel and over the white tee shirt and brought him closer in.

His hands glided back up and held your face in his warm palms. He made you look at him when he spoke. Another difference you noted. The old Ray wouldn’t have cared if you listened.

“I’m sorry. I’m just asking for another chance…” said Ray, as he raked his rough knuckles under your jaw. But the reunion didn’t last long. Resentment bit back. How dare he think you could just forget.

You elbowed your way from him, pushing and then shoved him back hard though he didn’t move an inch.

“Fuck you, Ray!” you shouted once again, tears streaming down your face you walked around Ray. You got in your car, stunned and hurt you looked at him standing there still as he watched you too.

You pushed away from the memories of before. In a time when he was yours, and maybe you belonged to him too. But that was the past. And he couldn’t make up for that now.

What a wonderful life you seemed to have made for yourself.

Ray strode through your living room. His eyes moved from the quality of the curtains, the furniture, the double glasses on the sleek coffee table and then finally to a photo on the wall. You were in it, a man half his size hugged you from behind. The smile on your face didn’t match the vacant expression in your eyes. Ray knew that look too.

At first, he just wanted to get a feel of you again. Maybe relearn your habits, get to know what made you tick again. But as he walked through your home he found himself at your bedroom door.

He stood there, staring into it seeing the soft way only you could decorate but not daring enough to move in closer.

And before he had a chance to rethink it he walked over to your drawer. He forced himself at first not to open it immediately. He wasn’t sure what he would find there after all. Obviously, you lived here with someone, or partially—but it was enough for Ray to keep his cool.

He opened the first drawer and plucked a dainty pair of your panties. He just wanted a look. They were purple, maybe a shade of pink he didn’t know but he absolutely knew without a doubt you had worn these. He pushed the crotch of it into his nose. Even past the detergent, fabric softener, there was a subtle scent of you. Ray stroked the hardening length stretching his boxer briefs under his loose jeans.

He remembered how your wet pussy was when you rode his face. He had never knew what real joy and freedom was outside of watching you cum on his mouth. Because then you were open and free to show him everything you hid from others. It was the fire in you that he missed.

That part of you he should have appreciated more. He unzipped his jeans tugged and released his large cock from its trap and held it as he inhaled the fragrance you left behind.

Ray stroked himself as he imaged how creamy you looked with one of his loads dripping out of you. That thought alone brought on his orgasm and splashed across the contents of your drawer. The mere thought of you coming back home, bathing, then putting a one of these was enough to make him cum again.

He wiped off his hand with the thin fabric, folded it and placed it back in your drawer.

Ray shut it back, he replaced himself within his pants as he looked around once last time.

He wouldn’t feel so manic anymore. In time you would remember too—that he loved you, still even after all this time. And he wouldn’t let you go again.

The man was slick, dressed in some luxury suit Keith chatted with his work pals as he sipped on his capped coffee or some shit.

Ray was ready. Squared up and pissed off that this man put his hands all over his girl.

The betrayal hit hard. He knew it had been ten years but right now, as he watched the man laugh with a curl in his lip Ray wanted nothing more than to bash his face in.

Ray knocked the cup out of his hand, the contents, hot– steamed up as it hit the ground. Keith didn’t have time to protest before Ray knocked him across the jaw, then the chin and as his head snapped back Ray popped him again, in the gut.

Keith hurled over, wretched up a thick concoction of coffee and whatever he had for breakfast as Ray kneed him in the face.

The other three suits didn’t move. They didn’t so much as speak when Ray turned to them marveling in the shock and fear spreading across their face Ray smiled back.

He turned back to Keith, stared at the man with righteous fury as Keith sank to the ground in his expensive suit.

“Next time you put your hands on her you’re going to disappear.” Ray’s voice was calm and despite the warp of paranoia currently flooding into his mind, he kept it that way. “Do you understand?”

Keith looked up, confusion and blood all over his face. “My girl? Who the fuck are you?” Keith bravely spoke up.

Ray jerked up him by his lapel shoved him against the brick building barely missing the gutter along the corner. “She isn’t shit to you now. You understand? Don’t fucking talk to her, don’t text her. You got that?”

Keith writhed in pain at the back of his head, then when he realized he couldn’t move he nodded.

Ray nodded, mocking the bleeding man he smiled as he spoke. “Stay away?” he asked.

Keith, frozen in shock, echoed Ray’s words in a soft voice.

“Stay away.”

You couldn’t place the smell. But it stuck to the inside of your nose and even made each breath you drew add to the rawness at the top of your mouth.

You remembered drinking. The taste of some tart-sweet cocktails still rolled around the back your tongue. Ray’s face glided back to your memory. The moments and snippets of a night out with him began to resurface.

And in the moments before you opened your eyes you remembered Ray’s face drawn into a smile, his eyes held yours and his hands greedily held on to you as you drank.

When your eyes opened you were met with the image of your bedroom. You tried to move but the muscles of your legs, ass felt heavy as hell so you rolled to your back.

You laid there in the wave of tingles and tiredness for a few minutes. You struggled to remember how you got home the path from the bar to your front door was at least twenty minutes. But right now it only seemed like you could remember the last shot and the sound of the squeaky frame of your bed.

The hot water from the shower melted away the night before. Happily, you felt great, though hungry so you were quick to finish. Stray drops splashed from the tips of your hair as you wrapped it up to the top of your head. The soles of your feet cooled under the wood of the floor as you walked to your kitchen. Thoughts elsewhere, mostly on Ray, you glanced at the pile of clothes on the couch in your living room but you didn’t get give it a second look. You walked through on your way to the kitchen, rounded the corner and come face to face with the naked broad chest of a man.

“Hey Sunshine,” Ray’s smooth voice jolted you back and away but one of his long arms pulled you back toward him.

“Ray!” you said, lightly your hands fall to his chest, then your eyes land on your hands and the swirls of hair in between your fingers. “And..you have no clothes on.” The bewilderment in your voice came across more than the fear that he was there.

“The bar…Keith never showed up…” you said but quickly Ray overwhelmed, crowed you as his hands tugged at the sash of the robe.

When he leaned down to you, the smell of washed skin hung as he pecked the corner of your mouth. “Fuck that piece of shit, baby girl.” he breathed, your body began to shiver with his hands pulling back your robe.

“Take me back,” he asked, his hands rough like his voice slid down over your naked ass. Ray hunched over you with his six foot five frame swathing your body with his presence.

You pushed back but he kept you there. Wrapped in his arms.

“Did we?” you asked, your breath became more shallow. You were mad that you wanted him but also too afraid to admit it. But you also wanted to know what had occurred the night before.

“I didn’t touch you…I could have..” he said. The heat of his body glided up to you, his hands dove passed your asshole to your cunt. “But I’m going to show you now.”

His fingers caressed your folds, urging you to comply. “Ah, there it is Sunshine.” A tinge of hilarity mixed with sultry want lingered in his voice. Slowly, he walked you back to the living room. He had you now. The past pushed back against the weight of the present, you suddenly remembered everything about his body and how he only made you feel.

“I’m going to fuck you on that couch.” One his hands came back, held the base of your neck, the other came from around your ass and buried into your pussy. You jerked, even twisted a little as he immediately remembered your body too.

“You want me to fill you up?” groaned Ray, then kissed your moist lips. He pulled back stared at you as he pushed and rubbed your clit whipping up your wetness. “Answer me.” He demanded.

Your blood pounded in your ears and warped the sound of his voice entangling it with the tone of his past. He was bad, all wrong you knew that. Somewhere deep inside your soul, there was a part of him that would put you through that all over again.

It was in his nature.

Your hands found the sides of his beard, you caress him drawing him into your kiss again.

“Sunshine,” his voice sounded light, tender—different.

You considered long enough. “Ray…I’ll take you back. But you better not hurt me again.”

“You’ll have more to fear than just handcuffs…” you smiled when you spoke, but promised with your eyes. Ray laughed, the sound of it rang in your ears sent a shudder down your spine. The tough crooked man and his menacing energy rived up the longing within you. It stroked at the unabashed want he always brought out in you.

Ray pushed you back on the couch, spilling your robe open exposing the thickness of your body, your dark shiny smooth skin.

His eyes, steely and determined roamed all over you as he began to unbutton his pants. “I’m going to give you everything.”

Ray’s pants dropped, he pulled at his underwear and your eyes settled on the large cock that flopped out. The bright pink tip weeping with want for you. A smile crept on to his lips at your reaction. He bent down, hovered over you before settling against your spread legs. “You forgive me?” he asked, the prickles of his beard tickled your chin before his lips pushed over yours.

“Do you?” he asked against your lips.

“Yes..” you whispered as Ray pushed against your entrance. “I do, baby…” you said again.

You breathed before he plunged. You remembered right, he was just as big and wide as before. The smoothness of his strokes hit the spot, the hot bundle of nerves buried deep inside you pulled and stretched around him.

“My…” Ray moaned, and then said roughly, “Sunshine.” his hands gathered up around your breasts holding them as he kissed you again.

His soft, warm tongue glided over your bottom lip, he sucked it into his mouth and then pressed his lips in once more. The slap of skin matched the heady breaths beating from your lungs.

You groaned, the reaction to his love could not be kept silent. Ray remembered lovingly how much he use to make you scream.

He released your breasts as you wrapped your arms around his neck he grabbed up the back of your knees opening you more to him. Ray filled you as he promised. The length of his cock pushed to his balls inside of you. His long, strokes dragged within slapping against your wet folds.

“Oh my god Ray…” your head rolled back, you both fought the feeling and welcomed it.

He smudged a kiss across your lips before he spoke. “’Missed this big cock in your little pussy?” a smile, satisfied and growing dark creased within his beard as he looked down at you.

Your eyes fell on his face, you remember this feeling—being taken so strongly, so tenderly. “I missed us,” you said between thrust.

Ray’s hands left your knees and found your face pulling your lips back to his. Seconds passed with your lips locked to his as he slid a hand between your bodies.

“I love you…never stopped.” He said the tips of his long fingers glided over your hard clit. “I want to fill you up,” he murmured over your lips. “Sunshine. I want to give you a baby.”

His words, his fingers draw upon something you never considered. “You want me..?” he asked, as he pushed harder, fucked you deeper. You clenched around him, the wave of your cunt responded before you could answer.

“Fuck that baby into me…” you whispered, Ray’s eyes narrowed his hand-pulled from you as he slipped from your body. He flipped you over, bringing your neck to the arm of the couch. You felt the heat of his chest, the slick of sweat of his arm as it pressed against the back of your neck. And he was back inside before your next breath. Ray began to pound into you, your hand hooked over the rim of the couch to brace your body for his rounded thrusts.

You moaned, whimpered every time he pulled out then plunged back in. You fall into yourself the tightness of your thighs reflected the taut sensation in your belly. “You’re going to be feeling me for weeks..” his voice, deep guttural is the trigger. Your eyes flew open, you shuddered all over when you come apart.

Your labored breathing, the stunted murmurs are enough to drive him into a racing pace. He leaned back gripped your hips he has dug in with every pound. And it hurts, you dip your head into the arm of the couch to catch your breath. But Ray doesn’t stop until he too finds himself releasing hard into your tight pussy. His hands suddenly left your hips, both large hands slapped over your ribcage, jolting you into an arching stance as he dragged his hands, your body fully back onto his cock as he came.

Ray’s hands rise along the length of your body until he reached your shoulders. Grabbing you up he pulled you up against his chest as he slipped from your body. His warm cum seeped from your used, swollen lips. His mouth, the smell of his sweat fanned over you as he spoke. “You’re mine…” Ray kissed your ear, and then pecked the skin behind your ear as he swooped your hair away. “Do you hear me?”

You nod lazily you were still buzzing and aching from your orgasm. “You’re the one who left me,“ you whispered, but the hurt in your voice faded as you shifted from him.

Ray’s hands kept you there, jerking you back up and against him, he held you by the waist, the throat.

“I won’t make that mistake again, Sunshine.” Said Ray, lovingly against the hold on your neck he placed kisses up to your jaw, your temple. “I have a job coming up. You won’t be left behind…on my word.”

You had decided that Ray was a fucking liar.

And without fail he had separated you, once again, from the people you had grown close to. Keith had caught a deathly beat down to the point the man wouldn’t even look at you now. You were livid and with little room to express just how much you resented Ray. You didn’t have his number because, why would he leave you with a way of contacting him? You were furious.

The same shit—over and over again.

The news came out that the Los Angeles Fed was infiltrated. You absolutely suspected Ray.

It was your job he hit.

Once again, it reminded you of the confrontational nature Ray had, the impossible was always the point of the challenge for him.

So you ducked your head down, kept at your job and said little to anyone.

Hurt turned to resentment quick when you realized the very man that had returned to your life had also put your job at risk. But also with the worry, a pain like no other surfaced when you learned the gang had been killed. And despite the anger. You did love him. So you called the people you use to know. Like the passionate woman you were you actually went looking for Ray.

But your efforts turned nothing up.

If he were dead, wouldn’t the police department glorify it? More than likely the embarrassment that one got away was why it wasn’t in the papers, splashed all over the internet, or the news. But after awhile the resentment came back and it was enough to stop looking. Fuck him, and fuck his heart.

And that’s were your mind was when you opened the front door. A round of loud knocking pulled you awake early one Saturday morning. You rolled out of bed, anger already stirring inside you, fixing your mouth to curse whoever it was at your door.

But when you opened it no one other than a small cardboard package. It had stamps all over it. Foreign, distant places some you had never heard of. So you picked up it, curiosity spreading across your sleepy mind you carried in and sat on the couch.

You flashed back to the moments Ray left you notes everywhere. The memory of a time he was willing to give in a bit, bare his neck to you for love. Ripping at the brown paper tape the lip opened easily to a few slips of crinkled stationery, an envelope, a phone and what looked like a postcard.

You pulled out the card, over it in dusky orange, grey was the dark silhouette image of Big Ben in sunset, the tall tower stood proud in the evening sun. You flipped it over and it read: Sunshine.

Your eyes went back to the contents of the box as you set the card to the side. Next, the note, you were shaking as you tapped into something wild, forbidden. Your heart was beating fast you slipped the note into your trembling hands.

The phone only has one number.

I wish I could go back. Make it all better again. But what’s done is done we can only move forward. And we will.

You stared at the note. And then the anxiety smoothed out. Anything that you were thinking up until reading that note fell away from your mind.

Ray remembered.

All of the hate you had held for him was struck away by this beautiful criminal gesture. Your Ray, in his own way, had held to his promises. And the hope, the only bright thing you could feel had you gripping the phone. You rolled it around in your hands until the face of it stared back up at you. You turned it on, waited for it to boot up as you unknowingly held your breath.

Ray had always needed a little sunshine in his life…

Part 2

[eferhilda-drake]

So when I saw Keith David was gonna voice in the show, I automatically thought Alastor, but found out it was Husk. And I'm not sure how to eel about that.

Finding out Keith voicing Husk made me think about the black cat on Coraline as Keith voiced him. So I kinda like that connection, but at the same time, something about Keith's voice is more suave? Which seems out of character for Husk who'd supposed to be a grumpy drunkard.

Now for Alastor, while I'm disappointed that Keith didn't voice him as there's a connection with Alastor/Dr. Facilier, it's probably for the best he doesn't. Maybe because I'm used to Ed voicing him, but I think Keith's voice is too deep for Alastor. It would seem really off to me.

[autisticlancemcclain]

The loud creaking noise coming from the walls is worrying, but the wince and muttered “oh, no” by the planet’s official is even worse.

“What’s wrong?” Keith asks warily.

“Oh, nothing to worry about, paladins!” the official says, plastering a smile on her face. “Please, carry on.”

Lance sighs heavily, trying at the last minute to keep the exasperation out of his tone. “Ma’am, there’s no need to shield us. We’re well equipped for an emergency, and happy to help.”

“Oh, you’re guests, I could never —”

Just then the walls creak again, much louder this time, before a gigantic crack appears, spreading across several meters. The official slumps forward. “We’ve been having some problems with our drainage systems,” she explains apologetically. “We were hopeful that there would be no flooding or catastrophes today, but that does not seem to be the case.”

The second the words are out of her mouth, the crack expands further, and water starts rushing out. The gathered people at the gala all make noises of minor alarm, but they’re all clearly used to the struggle, as no one seems too panicked. Lance takes the moment of confusion to step up onto a recently vacated chair.

“I’m so sorry,” says the official again, looking positively mortified. “This is going to have to cut the celebrations short.”

Keith quirks up one half of his mouth, trying his best to smile reassuringly. He looks awkward but determined. Lance looks away, hiding a fond smile.

“It’s fine,” Keith assures. “Do you need our help escorting everyone out?”

The official shakes her head. “No, everyone’s well-used to this at this point. They’ll file out on their own. I would just worry about getting yourselves out and back to your ship, paladins. It may take a while.”

Lance grimaces, glancing at the massive crowd all trying to file through the minimal exits. “Noted.”

The official hurries away, striding to help some of her elderly people make it through the doors first as the water level starts to rise. Nothing alarming, but enough to be frustrating and even a hazard for anyone who struggles to walk.

“Shame this had to end early,” Keith says, looking like it’s quite the opposite.

Lance snorts. “Real shame, I’m sure. Is that why you look like you could sing a tune?”

Keith’s small smile morphs into a full grin, and he shrugs. “No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Mhm. Sure. Let’s get out of here, you hater.”

Keith starts sloshing forward, wading through the now knee-high water. Lance steps from the chair he was standing on to the table and follows.

“You’re going to fall,” Keith says mildly.

Lance ignores him, concentrating on not tripping over plates and cutlery (proving Keith right would be just as bad as falling entirely into the water).

“Am not. Excuse me for not wanting to wade through dirty pipe water.”

“Priss,” Keith teases.

Lance scowls at him. “I’m wearing my nice shoes! And socks are already the worst things in the world, but wet socks? No. I’d rather surgically remove my feet.”

“Well, get your scalpel ready, ‘cause you’re running out of table.”

Lance stops, realising that he is, in fact, running out of table. He’s got maybe three or so meters left before his path gives way to what was once a massive dance floor and is now a pond, and is also the only way to reach the exit.

“Shit.” He shifts his feet, turning to look at Keith. “Maybe I should just wait here. You know, to make sure everyone else gets out safe. And for the water to get drained.”

Keith scoffs. “Fat chance of that. You’ll be here for days, and we have training tomorrow morning.”

Lance huffs, kicking an abandoned platter of appetizers to the side and sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the white tablecloth. “I don’t want to ruin my fancy clothes,” he says petulantly. “Or get wet socks. Why do horrible things happen to beautiful people? I don’t deserve this.”

Keith laughs. A small one, but one where his smile gets wide, showing his crooked incisors and the lines around his eyes. The look of it makes Lance grin back on reflex. Keith shakes his head, teasing, and then opens his arms. “C’mere, then.”

It takes Lance a moment to clock what Keith’s suggesting, but then he scoffs.

“Absolutely not, Mullet.”

The twinkle in Keith’s eyes is something like mischief. “I dunno what your issue is. If I carry you, you don’t ruin your shoes and your feet stay dry. What have you got to lose?”

“My dignity, I would say. You think I’m cool with you carrying me around like some —” Lance flushes at the mere thought — “some damsel, in front of the entire planet that thinks I’m a cool space hero? No way!”

“Well it’s either your dignity or dry feet, princess,” Keith teases. “You can’t have both.”

Lance narrows his eyes at the bastard. “Do you know how irritating it is when you’re both right and being generous, and thus have the moral high ground?”

Keith laughs again, brighter than before, making Lance’s stomach flutter. He opens his arms, wiggling his fingers enticingly. “You made your choice?”

Lance huffs again. “I guess if you’re offer’s still on the table,” he mutters, staring down at his shoes. “I really like these shoes.”

Without another word, Keith shuffles forward, sliding one arm behind Lance’s back and one under his knees. He lifts Lance easily, not even bracing himself or anything.

“Do I weigh anything to you?” Lance demands, fighting off the redness that threatens to overwhelm his face.

Keith smirks. “Nope. Felt like I was lifting a beanstalk.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Mhm. Keep talking shit and I’ll drop you.”

Lance snaps his mouth shut, because Keith absolutely will. As gentlemanly as he’s being right now, his favourite hobby is driving Lance batty, and Lance knows that for a fact. As soon as he decides that it will be funnier to dunk Lance than to carry him, he will.

“You know, this reminds me of something,” Keith muses as they’re halfway across the flooded dance floor.

Lance hums. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“I’m trying to put my finger on it. Early castle days, some sort of disaster, you cradled in my arms?”

“Oh — fuck off!” Lance exclaims, smacking Keith on the chest. “You drama queen!”

Keith sniggers. “I remember it now.” He smooths his face into an exaggerated smoulder. “‘We make a great team,’” he mocks, digging his fingers into Lance’s side.

“I did not say that,” Lance insists, even though he knows it’s futile. They have this exact argument at least once a week and it goes absolutely nowhere.

“You’re right, you didn’t just ‘say that’. You batted your eyelashes at me and made your eyes all big and brown and said it with the sappiest smile on your face —”

“You are delusional—”

“—and then fainted in my arms after holding my hand and gazing into my eyes. And then you got embarrassed and pretended it didn’t happen.”

“It didn’t! You wanted me to flirt with you so bad you dreamed it up!”

“Sure,” Keith says, shifting Lance in his arms. He pays Lance’s thigh condescendingly. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

“You are infuriating.”

“And you are the most frustrating person to ever come from planet Earth.”

They continue to bicker back and forth as Keith walks them through the pond, neither of them stopping to even take a breath. They’re the last ones to clear out, so they take their time. (Well, Keith takes his time, walking as slow as he can to increase Lance’s humiliation, and pretending to drop him every few minutes to hear Lance shriek and clutch his shoulders tightly. Because he is the worst.)

“Finally,” Lance grumbles, as they finally approach the doors. “Anyone tell you that you’re the worst taxi ever?”

“I’m going to dunk you,” Keith says pleasantly.

“Yeah, right. You’ve been saying that for twenty minutes.”

“Twenty-one might be the kicker.”

“Sure, and I bet —”

But Lance never gets to say what he bets, because as soon as they cross the threshold out of the ballroom, where everyone else has filed out, he’s interrupted by cheering. He looks up, confused, to find Hunk and Pidge pointing at him and teasingly whooping and hollering. The rest of the gathered crowd is quickly following suit.

Lance, it seems, is the only one being carried over the water like royalty. Even Allura is walking on her own just fine.

“Got a real gentleman, there, Lance,” Shiro calls, impish grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck off,” Lance snaps, face redder than Keith’s stupid jacket. He hides his face in Keith’s chest, which is shaking with the force of his chuckles.

“Shall I let you down?” he whispers.

“Don’t you dare,” Lance whispers back.

“You’re liking this, then.”

The truth is…yeah. As humiliating as it is being cradled in Keith’s arms (again), something primal and petty in Lance is positively preening at the attention, at the knowledge that he and he alone is special enough to be carried around by Keith Kogane. No one else got the special offer to be spared from the filth of the pipe water. No one else gets to feel Keith’s arms around them. No one else gets to feel the heat of his body so close, hear the beat of his heart. Just Lance.

“You’re annoying and I hate you,” Lance says instead of voicing any of that. “You have a thing for embarrassing me, I swear.”

Keith shrugs. The movement makes Lance’s belly swoop. “A little, actually. It’s hilarious when you get all riled up.”

“Yeah, well, you look better when you’re all mad at me! Take that!” As soon as he says it Lance wishes he could reach back in time and smack the shit out of himself. “Fuck — I didn’t mean — that’s not —”

But the damage is already done — Keith’s already grinning widely, smug and horrible and so, so sexy. “I’ll keep that in mind the next time you piss me off on purpose, Bluebell. Maybe I’ll just shut you up with a kiss.”

Lance is too choked up to say a single thing for the rest of the walk to the castle. When he finally gets to his room — free of Keith’s stupid horrible strong arms, might he add — he shoves his face into his pillow and screams himself hoarse.

Keith is the worst, and Lance wants him more than anyone he’s ever known.

———

based on this video

[blackmensuited]

[childoftheriver]

The boy with his squad.

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Pirates: Geordo Route End Of Chapter 2

All of the summaries I have written so far are available in the Hamefura Pirates Summary Index.

After going to the bathroom, Katarina can't find her way back to the party venue. She wanders about until she reaches the library.

Geordo suddenly calls out to her. Katarina is surprised to see him, so he explains that he set off in search of her since she didn't seem to come back. Katarina apologizes.

Since the library is nearby, Geordo invites Katarina to go there together. He explains that he has wanted to experience the atmosphere of the library at night. Katarina is curious about it, but also a bit reluctant since she doesn't want to worry the others. Geordo assures her that it is fine since he notified them that he would go search for her. Besides, he has also wanted to talk with her since they rarely get to be alone together. He also adds that he will leave the door open, so she can rest easy. Katarina is confused about the last part, but she grows more and more curious about the library at night. She feels like it might be her unique chance to see it since Keith might not let her wander alone at night. So she ends up accepting.

Geordo and Katarina both enter the library. Katarina takes in the dim and calm atmosphere. Geordo pulls out a chair and invites her to sit with him at the table on the back. His gentlemanly gesture reminds Katarina of how he gentlemanly escorted Maria in the game, and she feels nostalgic about it. She also remembers how she died after playing all night trying to conquer Geordo. 

Geordo is making a wide smile from across the table. She would have found his smile charming before, but now it looks somewhat blackhearted.

Geordo tells Katarina that he is very happy to finally have some alone time with her. After all, he has met quite a lot of interference ever since they boarded the ship, and they have never been alone together even at the academy. Katarina is confused about the "interference" part, but she agrees that it has been a while since she has been alone with Geordo. The whole gang is always together and she has hardly spent time alone.

Katarina asks Geordo about his work today. Geordo suavely tells her that seeing her face makes all the fatigue from work go away. Looking at how Geordo can pull off a line like that without problem, Katarina realizes once again that he really is a capture target. But it is a shame that he delivered this line not to a lovely princess, but to a villainess.

Then Katarina remembers that her days as villainess are finally over, and she feels exuberant about it. Looking at her grinning, Geordo chuckles and asks her if something good happened to her. Katarina simply replies that she is glad that she can spend spring break with everyone. Geordo is also happy to be able to see her everyday during spring break. Then he asks her about her plans for tomorrow. Katarina replies that, with Mary and the others, they have planned to visit the places that they haven't seen yet. Geordo realizes that Mary has gotten ahead of him, so he asks Katarina if she has plans for tomorrow night after the party. He would like to spend some time with her again, and suggests that they go see the pool at night. Katarina is excited about the idea. Before she suggests inviting everyone, Geordo stops her and insists on going together, just the two of them. Katarina wonders why Geordo insists on not inviting everyone. She thinks to herself that Geordo probably wants to have the large pool to himself instead of sharing it with the others. Then Geordo tells Katarina that he doesn't mind going tonight either, and asks if she has anything planned after the party. But Katarina has already planned to have a pajama party with the girls after. Geordo realizes once again that Mary has gotten ahead of him.

After remembering about the pajama party, Katarina realizes that she will need snacks and drinks for the night. She wonders if she will be able to take some from the party.

As Katarina is enthusiastically talking about food, Geordo fondly tells her that she has looked particularly happy ever since she boarded the Vinculum. Katarina simply replies that it is because she doesn't need to worry about her doom anymore. Geordo is confused about the "doom" word, while Katarina is thinking to herself that she is glad to have survived, to have her friends with her, and to be able to spend her second year carefreely. She lets out that she is happy to have safely advanced to the second year, and Geordo chuckles, amused that she would look forward to being a second year so much.

Geordo asks Katarina if she will spend her second year the same way as her first year. After all, new students will enroll after spring break, and the atmosphere inside the academy might change. Hearing this, Katarina is excited about the future underclassmen and wonders how they will be like. She also looks forward to her doom-free second year, and she is set on doing everything she couldn't do during her first year. And since she doesn't need to worry anymore about Geordo killing her, she might become even better friends with him from now on. She looks at Geordo and realizes once again that he is very different from his game version.

As Katarina tries to imagine what her second year will be like, Geordo tells her that he is pretty sure that he won't get bored as long as he is with her. He also adds that he is looking forward to the after graduation more than his second year. Katarina is surprised that he is already thinking of what he will do after graduation, but Geordo assures her that a year will pass in the blink of an eye. Following this, Katarina remembers that her classmates have indeed been talking about their plans after graduation. Graduation has seemed far away to her since Nicol and the others have just graduated. Katarina wonders what their graduation will be like, and whether Alan and Geordo will hold a performance again. Geordo doesn't mind holding a performance with Alan if that's what she desires. 

Then he asks her about her plans after graduation. With this, Katarina finally remembers that she is supposed to marry Geordo after graduation.

Katarina has gone off with her life believing that Geordo would break off their engagement one day, so she has never been conscious of being his fiancée. Even now, she can't imagine herself marrying him. Katarina doesn't know what to tell Geordo and awkwardly asks him about his plans after graduation. Geordo simply replies that he will continue his work as always. Following this, Katarina remembers that, as a royal, Geordo is always busy with work. She also remembers how Mary keeps telling her about her lack of confidence regarding her abilities to fulfill the role of a prince's consort, even though she is the perfect lady. She also remembers how her mother would rather that she didn't marry someone and embarrass the family, and how her father has always let her do whatever she likes. Katarina doesn't want to get married right after graduation, and she is thinking hard about how to tell this to Geordo. 

Since she is panicking, Geordo makes a faint smile and tells her that they still have time. Geordo's smile looks so unsettling that Katarina feels a shiver.

Katarina wonders if Geordo is really fine with her. Her mother and Keith keep saying that she is unfit to be a royal, so it wouldn't seem strange if Geordo also felt that way. But to her surprise, he has never said this, even once. But she still thinks that Geordo might break off their engagement one day, and when that time comes, she fully intends to readily accept it.

After remembering that Maria might be feeling uneasy at the party, Katarina asks Geordo if they can go back. But at that moment, they hear an explosion.

[dualityvn]

Something abt Keith makes me feel like my brain is gonna explode who said he could be that charming ???? I wouldn't even know what to DO with myself around him I'd be a stuttering mess, wouldn't be able to get a word out coherently, and AT BEST I'd say some dumb shit like 'sorry I was just thinkin about how I'd like to suck your soul out through your cock. anyway.'

Tenebris I feel like I could handle, I'm a competent dom and he's a wonderful bratty little sweetie pie. Kisses 5ever and I could probably even manage suave.

But KEITH???? I'm suffering from acute flustered disorder and it's FATAL 😩

He wouldn't know whether to try to make you feel more comfortable or just tease you. Either way, he'd find it adorable.

"Since when is Keith scarier than me?" - Tenebris

[woonheaven]

preview: xdinaryheroes au

alder. 22 years. 2002. idol

jooyeon. 21 years. 2002. bassist

keith. 20 years. 2003. idol

jiseok. 22 years. 2002. guitarist

“—Los que se pelean se desean— murmuró Keith, escuchando un bufido por parte de su mejor amigo”

—Keith, ¡calla! No me gusta, es insoportable— susurró de vuelta, guardando los micrófonos rápidamente. Debían de haber dejado la sala de ensayos hace ya 15 minutos, pero su testarudez no le dejaba irse hasta perfeccionar todo. Su comeback se acercaba y no podían decepcionar a sus fans.

La mirada que sentía a sus espaldas no ayudaba con su nerviosismo, pues sabía perfectamente de quien se trataba.

Jooyeon y su grupo llevaban mirando al dúo recoger desde que su turno en la sala terminó. Era como un hábito que tenían viendo la poca puntualidad de ambos chicos. Al principio a Jooyeon incluso le pareció gracioso la incapacidad que tenían aquellos idols de terminar a tiempo, pero viendo que todos los días se repetía la situación, la gracia desapareció y el odio comenzó a crecer.

Sobretodo por el mayor, quien además de impuntual le parecía borde, nunca le había escuchado decir "gracias" o "por favor" a cualquiera que no fuese su mejor amigo.

—¿Piensas terminar algún día?— La voz de Jooyeon sonaba cansada, reciviendo una mirada y un bufido de Alder.

—Si tanto te molesta búscate otra sala de ensayo, el edificio tiene muchas.—

—Esta es la nuestra. Puedes buscarte tú otra— contestó, haciendo énfasis en "esta", mientras comenzaba a caminar hacia el castaño.

Tanto Keith como los integrantes del grupo de rock estaban expectantes. Sin saber muy bien qué estaba pasando. Las miradas y los bufidos eran habituales, pero el discutir cara a cara era algo nuevo.

Alder salió rápidamente de la sala una vez había recogido todo, sin olvidar suspirar sonoramente y golpear el hombro de Jooyeon con el suyo "sin querer".

—Perdón por eso— Se disculpó Keith, que aún seguía ahí.— Intentaremos recoger antes la próxima vez.— hizo una pequeña reverencia y se fue también.

—Intintirimis ricigir intis— Se burló Jooyeon, reciendo un golpe suave en la nuca de parte de Jiseok.

—Ya te llevas mal con uno, no es necesario que el otro también te odie.—

—Lo defiendes como si te gustase.— Respondió secamente, haciendo al resto de su grupo reír.

—Solo–—cortó la frase, sintiendo que no merecía la pena discutir.— Deberíamos empezar a ensayar, no hiciste esa escena para nada.— murmuró con la cabeza gacha, comenzando a conectar los cables.

[vecnuthy]

Unlearning

pt 2

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Acquaintances to friends to....?

Summary: Were your eyes deceiving you, or had Steve Harrington actually changed?

Comments: Takes place not too long after season 4

Warnings: language

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You know those people that the world seems to gravitate toward or even revolve around? They could worm their way into anything just as easily as they can wriggle their way right back unscathed? Popular, good-looking, suave as hell, could get anything they wanted with little to know effort? Call it self preservation or just plainly not allowing yourself to get hung up on a fruitless endeavor, but whatever it was, you thanked your lucky stars that you had been spared of the spell of Steve Harrington.

To be fair, he was a bit of a jerk in high school, which was something you had never gravitated toward. Since then, though, it looked like he had been knocked down a few pegs, running with a new crowd that was the most picture perfect example of the word "opposite" as there could ever be compared to before. You hadn't expected to see him in a sailor's outfit in an ice cream shop in the mall, nor working for Keith of all people at the video store. Why the heck was Steve Harrington wasting his time there when his mogul of a father surely would have offered him a job with more substance? Why was he around so many kids all the time?

Why were you thinking about him at all?

You were friends with Vickie, and when she started hanging around Robin Buckley a lot, you naturally got roped into Robin's social circle, which, to your huge surprise, included none other than Steve Harrington. Sure, you had noticed that they worked together at both places, but they were practically joined at the hip. You had seen Robin at a distance throughout high school, paths crossing every now and then due to the nature of the setting, but it didn't make any sense to you as to why she and Steve Harrington interacted with each other as fluidly as they did. She was the day to the night that was Tommy H and whatever that mean ass heifer's name was that Steve used to hang around. But, you had to admit, Steve's pomp and circumstance seemed different for the better, and the little you interacted with him was pleasant enough to be a reminder that people don't necessarily stay the same after high school. Actually, he was really nice now, still a little bitchy every now and then, but, honestly, who isn't. Maybe that was his defense mechanism. His other circle seemed to enjoy giving him a good ribbing, and the kids could be annoying sometimes, after all. It was pretty evident Steve Harrington now had a warmth to him that greatly complimented the ease that he had always had.

Why were you thinking about Steve Harrington?

You tended to observe more than you interacted when the four of you were together. The energy of Robin and Vickie was entertaining and occupying enough, but the additional dynamic of Robin and Steve was like a painting that kept revealing the most interesting brushstrokes the longer you looked at it. Little exchanges between them seemed to carry a hidden weight, and when Robin brought up Nancy Wheeler not too long ago, you swear felt his demeanor shift, almost deflate. It had been years since they were together, but maybe being in her little brother's social circle kept that wound fresh. Maybe he wasn't so impervious afterall.

You had to stop thinking about Steve Harrington.

Which was proving a little difficult at the moment since he was sitting across from you at the diner. He dragged a fry absentmindedly through a puddle of ketchup, tonguing at the corner of his mouth as he listened to Robin's retelling of how Keith had ordered the wrong set of movies after he had chewed her and Steve out, thinking they had done it.

"I swear, the look on his face?" she closed her eyes and squeezed her hands into tight, shaking fists that exploded open when she answered "priceless" in euphoric triumph.

"God, it really was," Steve commented with a smile as Vickie laughed next to you. "He's such a dick sometimes."

You didn't even know you were slightly frowning at him, lost in thought, until his eyes landed on you, but apparently the look was severe enough to make his smile falter. He shifted in his seat to be pointed more toward the other two, abandoning the fry in its basket in the process. A pang of guilt shot through you -- you didn't mean to make him uncomfortable.

"Are you guys ready to head out?" Vickie asked, panning around at all three of you. You gave your affirmative with a smile, then put your part of the check on the table. As you crossed your purse strap over your body, you happened to catch Steve looking at you. His head was slightly leaned back against his palm with his elbow propped up on the back of the booth as he waited for Robin to get situated and stand up. It was a blank look, his jaw was set, and while eyes weren't exactly hard, there was something of what could have been an edge in them. You found it interesting in how he held your gaze for a moment, obviously not caring that you had caught him observing you, before he turned to Robin without blinking, eyebrows raised as he listened to her grant him his freedom. He smiled at her dramatics and sprang from his seat. You were frowning again.

"Steve, do you mind taking this one home?" Vickie asked, throwing her arm around your shoulder as you neared her and Steve's car. "I'm staying at Robin's tonight." Vickie had been your ride, and Steve had been Robin's.

"Sure," he said, eyes darting to you before he pushed into Robin's shoulder teasingly, which earned him a harder shove from Robin. You couldn't help but chuckled at them.

"Watch out for deer!" Robin called over the roof of Vickie's car.

"Yeah, yeah," he rolled his eyes and waved her off as he sank into his seat.

You smiled and waved at them as they drove off, then buckled in.

"Where to?" He asked as he adjusted the temperature and turned down the radio.

"I'm on Madison off of Prescott." He didn't say anything, so you added, "The other side of the high school."

He mhmm'd on acknowledgment and pulled out of the parking lot.

"Let me know if you want directions."

"I know it," he assured quietly after a moment. You looked over at him. His right hand gripped the top of the steering wheel and his left arm rested on the window ledge. He rubbed the back of his finger against his lips, seemingly lost in thought. You tried to ignore the creeping presence of a tense awkwardness in the air as you let your head rest against the seat and watched the trees blur past the window in the darkness.

"Is the temperature okay?"

"Mhmm," you said, picking your head back up and looking ahead. You saw his head turn toward you out of the corner of your eye, so you matched it, telling him, "yeah, thank you," thinking he might not have heard you. He gave a nod and looked back ahead.

The hum of the tires against the pavement and the soft tinkle of music from the radio were getting to you more than you cared to admit. You adjusted slightly in your seat, chewed on the inside of your cheek, gripped the strap of your purse. Your fidgeting didn't go unnoticed by Steve, and his noticing didn't go unnoticed by you, which made the situation worse. You cleared your throat a little.

"So what was with the deer comment?" You couldn't deal with the silence any longer.

Steve breathed out through a smile but stayed quiet as he reminisced. He eventually swapped out his right hand for his left on the steering wheel, and pulled himself up straighter in his seat. "Robin and I were headed to work one morning and we were behind a truck that was way too overloaded with just.... the most random crap. The guy hit a pothole, and a decoy deer or whatever it was fell out, and I barely missed hitting it." He saw your wide eyes and he laughed, continuing, "What made it worse was that we had just started taking bets on whether or not something would fall off, because it was a mess, and then BAM. We almost got taken out by Rudolph." You both laughed.

"Who won the bet?"

"I did," he said with muted confidence as he kept his eyes on the road.

Liar. You just looked at him, your smile growing as you waited for him to confess. He finally looked at you, and saw you weren't buying it, then surrendered, "Okay, fine. Robin won."

You laughed, pointing out, "That would not have been a fun way to go."

"No," he agreed. "It wouldn't. If it's not one thing, it's another."

You worked your eyebrows at that, not really knowing what he meant. What else could be trying to take out Steve Harrington? He must have noticed, though, since he clarified, "The earthquake." You looked back at him and said, "Ah, right," but you noticed his grip adjusted on the wheel and how his eyes darted almost nervously between the side and rear view mirrors.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He switched back to the right hand and his left ran through his hair.

"You sure?" Because his body language definitely said otherwise.

"Yeah," he said a little more firmly than he intended. He winced at the sound. You saw it, and you didn't like it, so you started laughing to yourself. He took the bait.

"What?"

"I can practically hear Robin cackling while you're freaking out, trying to dodge a fake deer."

He visibly relaxed and started laughing again as his grip fell to the bottom of the wheel. "Yeah, she absolutely lost it, like crying and not being able to breathe because she was laughing so hard." The more he remembered it, the more he laughed, and it was infectious.

You had to stop looking at Steve Harrington.

But you couldn't, too proud of yourself for bringing him back from whatever unpleasant place he found himself in there for a moment. You wondered where that was, and you wanted to ask -- you had a whole list of things you wanted to ask -- but none of them were appropriate given you were barely acquaintances, and, to be honest, it was none of your damn business. But, god, you had them.

"You know, you do that a lot," he said with a guarded look.

"Hmm?" you asked, snapping out of your reverie.

"Look at me," he said hesitantly, like the words tasted funny in his mouth. "Like you're watching me."

Shit.

"It's not like a..... like a flirty thing either, I don't know what it is, but. Yeah." He shifted in his seat. "You do it a lot." His voice was quiet again, and his expression was worn.

"I'm sorry," you said, definitely not looking at him now. You let out a deep breath and mentally kicked yourself as you turned back to the blur of the trees.

"Is this your street?"

You actually paid attention to where you were and saw that it was. "Yeah, it's the white house with a big tree out front. That one," you pointed. He pulled in the driveway and put the car in park.

You unbuckled yourself and reached to open the door, but stopped short and steeled yourself. "I'm sorry," you repeated. "I don't think I realize I'm doing it most of the time, and I don't mean to make you uncomfortable," you told him. "Really," you insisted, chancing another look at him.

"Why do you do it?"

Your eyebrows raised a little. "Steve, I don't-" You didn't expect him to ask that. Why was his voice so quiet? You were trying to find the right thing to say.

"I don't know." You sat there and thought about it for a moment, not comfortable with how I'm trying to figure you out would make him sound like he was a cryptid or something. He wasn't the problem -- you were. "I guess I'm -- I guess I'm unlearning." You said it tentatively, but the use of the word hit you with a level of clarity that made something stir in you. You pushed that aside for the moment, though, and opted to look at him again to gage his reaction.

His frown had gotten deeper, and he just sat there, not looking at anything in particular. "Unlearning?" he repeated. "What does that even mean?"

You swallowed. "I've always known of you, rather than actually know you, and since Vickie and Robin have gotten together, the extent of that reality keeps becoming more and more clear. So I'm....unlearning." You cringed at yourself. "And rambling," you said leaning your head back against the seat and closing your eyes. "Shit, that was a mess, but I am sorry, Steve."

An inner struggle was evident on his face when he looked at you. "Why?" he asked, as if he were confused as to why you would be going through the trouble.

You frowned at him, now confused yourself. "Why not?" You shifted in your seat then added, "You don't exactly come across as 'King Steve' anymore."

He continued to look at you as mulled over your words for a while, then looked away and clicked his tongue. "Huh."

You let out a sigh through you nose. "Thank you for taking me home," you started to say as you grabbed for the handle again, but Steve cut you off with, "Did you steal that from Yoda?"

You looked at him like he had three heads, your lips poised to say the very confused "What?" that was on the tip of your tongue.

"Yoda. Unlearning. You know," he gestured like that revealed what he was asking, but he deflated with a small exasperated sigh, then quoted, "You must unlearn what you have learned."

Your eyes widened at the sound. "Steve, what the hell was that voice?" Surely you were witnessing his descent to madness.

"Have you never seen Star Wars?" He looked genuinely shocked.

"You like Star Wars?" You were the picture of incredulous. Who the fuck was Steve Harrington?

"I've watched a lot of movies since working at Family Video since we're expected to be able to give recommendations."

Oh. That made sense. The look you gave said as much.

"And they're pretty good," he continued. He lost you again. "Cool, really." He gave you a quick glance. "You're doing it again."

You jumped and squeezed your eyes shut as you looked away. "Shit, sorry."

He snorted. "It's actually kind of funny now since I know what you're doing. Kind of." He looked at his watch. "I've gotta be by Wheeler's in a few minutes to pick up Henderson from Hellfire. I was this close," he pinched his fingers, "from being roped into staying this time."

"Dungeons and Dragons?"

Steve nodded, pressing his lips together in a flat line.

"Who the hell are you?" you asked before you could stop yourself.

That quintessential relaxed, charismatic Steve Harrington grin of his spread across his face slowly, to which you reacted by jerking your head back slightly with a furrowed brow and wide eyes, not expecting to see that grin, let alone be on the receiving end. He looked away then back at you with softened eyes, saying, "Let me know when you find out," almost like a dare.

You felt dazed. Why did you feel dazed? You just nodded, once again staring at him.

"I don't think you're gonna find out tonight, though."

"Oh, right. Sorry." You clawed at the door handle and got out, saying another thank you for the ride, along with your signature, "I'll see you around," which made him laugh before he responded with, "I know. Thanks for the warning this time."

You groaned out an "oh my god" as you shut the car door.

What the hell was that?

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