#steph gotta get a stranger danger whistle

[reizeken]

Writing a slight crack-ish fic 'bout youtuber steph in 2007 (Don't question the logistics) and have this excerpt. I have no idea about the start or the end but atleast the middle is done yannow.

Never in my life did I have to remember this many 2007 cavs roster members fr

“Wait, no, stop-” 

Lebron’s blood froze at the familiar voice coming from the locker room, so unfamiliar soft and fragile and out of breath that Lebron’s entire vision turned red with rage, the loud laughter of multiple men from the locker room adding to his rising blood pressure. He slammed the door open, trying desperately to calm his rising anger down and then he saw what he feared the most. 

Steph was pressed down on a bench under Varejao, both of them looking towards the door at the sudden and loud intrusion, the rest of the team stuck in various stages of laughter, Steph’s hand slightly pulling away Varejao’s jersey in an act of resistance. Lebron’s breath hitched sharply at Steph’s red eyes, pink face and slightly dishevelled jersey (LeBron’s jersey which he lent no less) and moved quickly to grab Varejao off of Steph. 

“Exactly what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asked, voice threateningly deep, grabbing Varejao’s collar with pure hostility in his heart. He felt irritation when Varejao’s facial expression hadn’t changed, a smug smile fixated on his face and tried his best to suppress the cold anger that was threatening to overtake him, annoyance only heightening when his teammates continued to laugh even in this situation. 

Just as Lebron was about to punch the man smirking at him he felt a small, cold hand land on his bicep, shaking slightly. He felt panic rise in his throat thinking that Steph was scared until he looked at the younger’s expression and saw him trying to suppress his giggles. 

“ Bron wait, Varejao was just tickling me-” Steph stopped, before being interrupted by his giggles, the sound light and airy in the locker room, which was soon accompanied by the rest of the locker room bursting into louder laughs than before. 

“B-but I thought…” Lebron sputtered, struggling to speak due to embarrassment, the choking laughs of his teammates doing nothing to reduce the rising red colour on his face. 

Varejao was also struggling to speak, but mostly cause he was choking from laughing way too much. He lifted one finger in between catching his breath and pointed directly at LeBron, tears in his eyes. “No fucking way you thought-” 

“SHUT UP!”

“Nah I can’t believe that you actually-” Ben Wallace interrupted, clutching his chest from laughing too hard, enjoying the way the young king got his feathers ruffled. 

“Aight that’s it I’m killing ya’ll motherfuckers!” Lebron lept up to chase the teasing party which just lead to more boisterous laughter. He felt his face heat up to ridiculous degrees, unable to explain and apologise to Steph, but embarrassment had rotten his brain cells. 

“I wonder what you thought was happening though,” Steph sighed, sitting on a bench next to Delonte West, which unfortunately for LeBron exposed a bit more of his thigh which made his brain overheat even more. Lebron was sure that if you could see his thinking process you could see a bubbling, overflowing kettle. “Oh well you see-” Someone tried to explain before having a dirty towel being thrown at their face, which led to exclamations of “HEY!” echoing in the room. 

“Ah don’t think too much about it Steph,” West explained, smiling ruefully at a struggling Lebron who was currently getting suplexed by Wallace. “He’s just embarrassed that he tried too hard to protect you and ended up looking like a goofy ass motherfucker.” He finished, grinning widely at a fuming Lebron. 

“Ah is that so? I find it kinda cute though.” Steph stated smiling at Lebron, and Lebron felt like he had been hit by the force of a thousand suns. He immediately bent over, clutching his chest with a shell-shocked expression on his face, which made everyone burst into laughter again. 

“Is he okay?” Steph asked, green eyes wide with concern at the young star who bent over as if he suffered from decades worth of heart problems. He really didn’t want to be responsible for giving the face of the league heart problems.

“Nah he's fine don’t worry,” Wally reassured, half dead from laughing too much himself. “You got his blood pressure down.” 

“Yeah but something else got up instead…” 

“One more word from you motherfuckers and everyone is getting traded.” 

“Steph you should film this, and title it ‘abuse of power in the Cleveland Cavs’, you’d get so many views.” 

“Don’t drag him into this mess. Also Steph I gotta buy you a stranger danger whistle.”