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The consequences of being called everything but your own name for a couple centuries.
Stupid little quick doodle cause this interaction has been haunting me for the past month. Ignore the fact that I obviously drew the last panel on a different tablet, I’m impatient.
my favorite cat
childhood friends etc etc
While they didn’t have chapters in the manga like they had episodes from 98, I think it’s really cute that Nightow included Madhouse’s ocs in Vash’s memories in Trimax.
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 blow 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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By @malola_hg
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