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good fucking morning *levitates towards you with ill intent*

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hubby

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teaser

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (titanic!au)

a/n: first time posting hehe... kinda nervous 👉👈 here's a little teaser for a fic I'm working on. I'm hoping it's not too niche or something and that people will want to read more so I thought I'd post this to hear some of ur feedback!

adrienne purposefully will not have any sort of physical description other than being a woman, and yes, a lot of the dialogue is and will be lifted directly from the film, but regardless, hope you all enjoy!!

Steve stumbled onto the main deck, his heart hammering through his chest. Tears clouded his vision as he fought to steady his breath. He wished he were someone unimportant. He wished he could run away, and no one would care enough to look. He made his way to the stern of the ship, yanking at his stuffy necktie in a frantic attempt to shake the suffocating feeling that had followed him all night.

He didn’t notice the young woman lounging on a nearby bench, idly smoking a cigarette she'd bummed off a cabin mate. She was gazing up at the stars, half-lost in her own quiet world.

Steve collapsed against the ship's railing, his breaths coming out in short, quick bursts, his thoughts racing so fast he could barely keep up.

Adrienne sat up curiously at the sound of footsteps. A young man – handsome, if dishevelled – sprinted past, unaware of her presence. His hair, perfectly coiffed with streaks of sun-kissed blond that softened the sharp edges of his angular face. From where she sat, she could see the moles dusting his tanned skin and his eyes – deep hazel, with something heavy behind them. He stood hunched at the railing, gripping it as though it were the only thing anchoring him to the world.

Then he climbed over.

Her heart lurched in her chest. She stood quickly, careful not to get too close and risk scaring him.

“Don’t do it.”

Steve froze. The wind whipped through his open shirt, chilling his skin. He didn’t offer a response, but he didn’t jump either. Adrienne took that as her green light.

“Come on,” she coaxed gently, holding out her hand. “Just take my hand. I’ll help you back over.”

“No!” Steve barked, and Adrienne stopped in her tracks. “Stay where you are. I mean it! I’ll let go!” Whether he was trying to convince her or himself, he didn't know. He stared down at the unforgiving sea, plunged in darkness, his heart racing. Adrienne followed his gaze, swallowing hard at the sight of the violent waves below.

Thinking fast, she took a last drag of her cigarette and slowly stepped forward, making it clear she only meant to toss the butt over the edge.

Steve tracked her movement, panic flickering in his eyes as she neared. Was she going to try to stop him? Force him back? He gripped the railing tighter.

But Adrienne only flicked the cigarette into the wind, then stepped back, sliding her hands into her pockets. She studied him with quiet intensity before speaking again.

“No, you won’t.”

His head snapped toward her, eyes narrowed as if offended by the insinuation. “What do you mean, no I won’t? Don’t presume to tell me what I will and will not do.” He scoffed. “You don’t know me.”

Adrienne shifted her weight, glancing at the water, then back at him. “Well, you would’ve done it already.”

And Steve hated that she was right. He’d had chances. Plenty. But he hadn’t jumped. The fact that he was still there, still talking to this strange girl, meant that some part of him – no matter how small – wanted to live.

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he’s insane for this -

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good fucking morning *levitates towards you with ill intent*

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Hi pretty guy

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🤭

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the helmet over the hat is so silly i need him

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pookie

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joe the explorer

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bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.

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if you c*nsor anything in a post you are l*gally required to put all of the omitted v*wels at the end as a footn*te

*eeoo

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last goodbye

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girls will have one (1) good day when they convince themselves they've never been unwell in their life and the next day the horrors will return