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Steve "Indiana State Hoe" Harrington (mr_mom) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-01-24 17:13:00

Entry tags:

nyx ulric, steve harrington

WHO: Steve & Nyx (Stevie Nyx?)
WHAT: Tether me bro
WHERE: Nyx's House
WHEN: Plot week
RATING: T for teenage swearing

Steve wakes slowly, facedown in a pillow. Not unusual, and neither is his unwillingness to get up (is it that obvious he's not a morning person?) He screws his eyes shut against the morning light and burrows deeper into the pillow, chasing an extra five minutes.

What does strike him as unusual, though, is when his little egg creature (Togepree? Togepi? It repeats the same noise over and over, and Steve hasn't named it yet) doesn't headbutt him. He's only had the little guy a few weeks now, but it's been long enough to set a routine - he always woke Steve up with an excited chirp and a headbutt.

Steve rolls over, blinking blearily to clear the sleep from his vision, and he jumps damn near straight out of his skin when he touches - well, somebody else's bare skin! Steve flops, cringing away on instinct, and rolls right over the other end of the bed, landing hard on the floor in a mess of blankets and the scraps of his dignity. "Wha-ugh!"

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insomniashero
2020-01-27 07:04 pm UTC (link)

There was a tug that woke Nyx, and to say the least since being here and not sleeping in war, he slept much more soundly. Especially with what had come of Nyx and Lunafreya, sharing a bed wasn't abnormal in comparison.

But what was the odd thing out was the fact that the person next to him didn't share the same softness as his princess did. The yelp and the stumbling out of the bed with all the blankets was enough cause to bring Nyx stirring to life. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes he looked at the kid who was now staring at him. Welp, the town was at it again. Just like all the other things that it caused in his life around here.

Yawning Nyx stood up, just as clothed as the kid at his feet. With a stretch he walked towards his closet. "You get used to it ki-" And Nyx felt a pull at his body as he tried to put distance between himself and the other male in the room. Stopping all together he tried and saw how this invisible line pulled at him. Great.

With a muttered curse, he pulled lightly. "C'mon." Nyx said. "Lets get clothes on, and then we'll figure out exactly what's going on after coffee."

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mr_mom
2020-01-30 12:35 am UTC (link)

Steve blinked up at the other guy with wide eyes - yeah, Steve had no idea where he was. Here's hoping this dude doesn't like, try to kick his ass? Sure, the Captain had explained to him that the future wasn't as...biased as Steve might have been accustomed to, back in small town USA circa 1980, but he wouldn't fault 'attack' as a natural reaction to some random guy showing up in your bed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry I don't - don't know what happened." Steve admits quickly, hoping to forestall any wrath. He's not ready for this shit, it's too early in the morning. It seems it's unnecessary worry, though, because the other guy just stands and stretches, cool as a cucumber, and heads for his closet.

That seems to be the wrong move, though, because something painful pulls in Steve's gut - like someone grabbed him with a hook - and drags him a foot or so across the carpet, mostly naked and failing. "Ow ow ow! Fuck!"

Steve scrambles up, quickly closing the distance so he doesn't have to feel whatever the hell that just was again. "Jesus Christ. What, you're just - okay with this?"

He doesn't even seem phased. Steve blinks and pushes his bedhead out of his face; Nyx is getting to see something quite rare, and that's Steve Harrington pre-hair routine.

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insomniashero
2020-01-30 07:41 pm UTC (link)

The guy was safe. Mostly. Not that the Glaive wouldn't ruin this poor kid's day with a fierce ass kicking, but ultimately he'd really have to have it coming, and as it stood - Steve had no reason to fear. Since coming to Starklandia, he truly had no reason to fight most days. Also, waking up with another guy? Hell, Nyx might have been straight but he was far more open about his sexuality than to react to a almost naked guy in his bed with him.

So, Nyx simply shrugged at the kid. "Whatever." He said coolly. Though it obviously wasn't his favorite person to wake up tied to, he much have rather it be Lunafreya in his bed - but sometimes life gave you lemons.

"Okay with?" Nyx asked stunned. "Of course not, but that's not the point. In this moment, with you and I, we are connected and that's the reality. So we can either complain, OR, we can put some pants on and go get some coffee, and figure out how we're going to pull this off." With that, he moved towards the wardrobe again.

"So lets get pants on." Once he was close enough he rummaged and tossed the other a pair of pants a shirt, while he simply pulled on a pair of jeans himself.

"Now coffee." Nyx ushered. "If I'm going to go about this day in any fashion - coffee."

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mr_mom
2020-02-07 10:48 pm UTC (link)

The other guy is way too chill, but Steve just resigns himself to feeling absolutely crazy and stands there, feeling totally out of his depth, while the other guy throws clothes at him and states their weird, if-he-didn't-know-any-better-he'd-call-it-magic-but-does-he-really-know-any-better predicament like it's fact. And maybe it is but - still. "And what is the point? I don't even know you how - how could this happen?"

"I'm Steve, by the way." If it matters. Why would something like that matter when people take being tethered to a random person in stride? Sometimes, Steve wonders if he's going totally crazy. He catches the pants and shirt; the pants are a little long, but Steve can cuff the jeans. Screw Tony's fashion advice.

"Sure, sure. Coffee." He can appreciate something warm and caffeinated to make the world make sense again. Steve runs a hand through his hair, grimacing to himself when it falls flatter than usual. Yeah, that's not ideal. He pulls the shirt on, following the other guy closely; Steve had exactly zero desire to feel that pulling sensation again.

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