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Okay, but like, why is James Spader actually so fine? I feel like I should do some fics of him. I just haven’t seen Tuff Turf or White Palace yet. He’s actually so fine. James Spader, William Zabka, and Kiefer Sutherland are the only three fine blondes.
OMG, I have been looking for someone who does Steph McKee! I am like craving for a Steph McKee x ex!girlfriend!reader where they had like this big fight because he was so arrogent and he wants her back and everything and she has moved on from him and he won't stop until she says yes? I'm sorry, I just love James Spader so much. He's so fine (especially in this and Bad Influence). Love you, girl!
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹Come Back to Me
ex!girlfriend!reader x Steph McKee
˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: Steph wants you back even though you two broke up
˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: angst, fluff, Steph being a little possesive
˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: omg hiii! tysm for the steph request. i don't really like how i did the ending, but i may make another one of steph similar or different to this one. no one request for him. and ikr? he is so fine. should i make james spader fics? let me know if i should! enjoy!
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The last person you wanted to see leaning against your locker was Steph McKee.
Yet there he was.
Like he owned the hallway.
Like he owned everything.
When he spotted you, a grin immediately appeared on his face.
"Hey, sweetheart."
You rolled your eyes and kept walking.
"No."
Steph followed.
"No what?"
"No to whatever you're about to say."
"How do you know what I'm gonna say?"
"Because you've been trying to talk to me for two weeks."
Steph shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Maybe I miss you."
You stopped and looked at him.
For a second, his confidence cracked.
Just a little.
"You should've thought about that before."
The words hit him harder than he'd expected.
The fight that ended your relationship had been huge.
Steph's arrogance. His constant need to be right. The way he treated everything like a game.
Including your feelings.
At the time, you'd finally had enough.
And you'd walked away.
Now he was the one struggling.
"Come on," Steph said. "We were good together."
"Were we?"
He frowned.
"You know what I mean."
You shook your head.
"No, Steph. I really don't."
For once, he didn't have a smart comeback.
The silence stretched between you.
Finally, he sighed.
"I messed up."
You blinked.
Hearing Steph McKee admit he was wrong was almost unheard of.
"I know," you replied.
"And I'm trying to fix it."
"I know."
"Then why won't you give me another chance?"
Your expression softened.
Because despite everything, you had cared about him.
Maybe part of you always would.
But that didn't mean things could go back to the way they were.
"Because I've moved on."
The words seemed to knock the air out of him.
Steph looked away.
"You really mean that?"
"Yeah."
For the first time since you'd known him, he looked uncertain.
Not arrogant.
Not cocky.
Just hurt.
"I thought if I kept trying..." he admitted quietly.
You gave him a small smile.
"I know."
Steph laughed bitterly.
"Guess I'm not used to hearing no."
"That's part of the problem."
That earned a reluctant smile from him.
"Fair."
The bell rang.
Students rushed past around you.
Steph looked at you one last time.
"I still want you back."
You nodded.
"I know."
"And?"
You smiled sadly.
"And the answer's still no."
For a moment, he looked disappointed.
Then he slowly nodded.
This time, he accepted it.
"Okay."
You squeezed his arm gently before stepping away.
"Take care of yourself, Steph."
As you disappeared into the crowd, Steph watched you go.
For once in his life, there was nothing clever he could say to change someone's mind.
And deep down, he knew you deserved better than the guy he'd been.
Hi! Idk if you still do, but can I request for a Steph McKee x girlfriend!reader where they are like having a big fight at school. Basically she got mad at him for making fun of like the lower class from them and she is mad. Won't kiss him, hig him, speak to him, anything. And like they are fighting in the middle of the halls and everyone is looking and she is hollering back at him and Steph shuts her up with a kiss? I just love James Spader, he is so fine in Pretty in Pink. Anyways, tysm! You're amazing!
𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Shut Up and Listen
rich!girlfriend!reader x Steph McKee
˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You and Steph are in a huge fight, but to shut you up, Steph kisses you
˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: None
˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: frrrr. yesss, james is so fine. i love him so much. those bright blue eyes. ahhhh! anyways, enjoy!
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Steph had been trying to catch up to you for the last five minutes.
"Baby—"
"Don't," you snapped, spinning around so fast he almost walked into you. "Don't call me that right now."
The hallway went quieter than usual. Students slowed as they walked by, pretending not to stare while very obviously staring.
Steph rubbed the back of his neck. "You're making this a bigger deal than it was."
"A bigger deal?" you repeated, your voice climbing. "You stood there laughing while your friends mocked kids who can't afford the same things we have!"
"I wasn't—"
"You were."
"I was joking."
"With who?" you shot back. "Because the people you were making fun of definitely weren't laughing."
A few people whispered.
Steph noticed but didn't care. His entire focus stayed on you.
"I said I was sorry."
"No, you said, 'It wasn't that serious,'" you corrected. "That's not an apology."
His jaw clenched.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"But you still said it." You folded your arms tighter. "You know what? I don't even recognize you right now."
That one landed.
His shoulders sagged.
"I've been trying to apologize all morning," he said quietly.
"And I've been avoiding you all morning."
"I noticed."
"No hugs. No kisses. No talking." You glared at him. "Congratulations."
Steph stepped closer.
You immediately stepped back.
"No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Please?"
"I said no."
"You won't even look at me."
"I'm looking at you right now."
"Not like you usually do."
Your expression faltered for half a second before hardening again.
"Don't."
"I'm serious."
"You embarrassed people who didn't deserve it."
"I know."
"You acted like being richer made you better."
"It doesn't."
"But you acted like it did!"
The hallway had practically become an audience now.
Neither of you cared anymore.
"You know why this makes me so mad?" you demanded. "Because you're supposed to be kinder than that."
Steph swallowed.
"I know."
"No, I don't think you do!"
"I do."
"No—"
"I do!"
The sudden raise in his voice made you blink.
"I messed up," he admitted. "I was trying to impress people, and it was stupid. It was cruel. I know that."
You stared at him.
"But you're freezing me out," he continued. "You won't let me fix it."
"Because I don't know if I want to."
His face fell.
The words hung between you.
"I need time."
"I'll give you time."
"Good."
"But first..."
You frowned.
"What?"
Steph sighed like he'd finally run out of patience.
"You've been yelling at me for ten minutes."
"You deserved—"
He closed the distance before you could finish.
One hand cupped your cheek.
The other rested lightly on your waist.
Then he kissed you.
It wasn't dramatic.
It wasn't rough.
Just warm.
Gentle.
Long enough that your brain completely forgot the sentence you'd been about to throw at him.
A chorus of gasps and a few loud "OHHH!"s echoed through the hallway.
When he finally pulled away, your eyes were wide.
"You..." You blinked. "You kissed me."
"You weren't letting me get a word in."
"I was literally talking!"
"Exactly."
You stared at him for another second before lightly smacking his shoulder.
"You're unbelievable."
"I know."
"I'm still mad."
"I know."
"I'm not forgiving you because you kissed me."
"I know."
"...You're still buying me lunch."
"Done."
"And you're apologizing to those kids."
"I already planned to."
You searched his face, looking for any sign he wasn't serious.
There wasn't one.
Just guilt.
Regret.
And hope.
Finally, you sighed.
"You really were an idiot."
"The biggest."
"...Come here."
His face lit up.
"Seriously?"
You rolled your eyes.
"It's a hug. Don't make it weird."
Steph grinned and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as the hallway erupted into teasing cheers.
"You guys are disgusting!" someone yelled.
"You owe me twenty bucks!" another voice shouted.
You buried your face against Steph's shoulder, mortified.
"I cannot believe everyone watched that."
He laughed softly into your hair.
"Worth it."
You pinched his side.
"Ow!"
"That's for kissing me without warning."
"...Would you be mad if I did it again?"
You looked up at him with the smallest smile finally breaking through.
"Try it."
He didn't need to be told twice.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Blane's mother reads a funeral notice in the paper: Steff's Dad has died. Blane support's his mother to support Steff's mother, and the inevitable ruinion occurs.
Maybe now that they're all adults they can deal with the dramatic high school fall out, by talking about it, in between grieving and mourning and reflecting.
Trigger Warning: Talk of Death.
Is it a minor character if they're not even IN the film? It's more like OC at this point. -
I’ve been writing this fic in my mind since I was 17. A few years ago I wrote the bulk of this fic and then skeleton drafted the last few chapters and then forgot about the whole thing until I found the document about a month ago. I figured, why not make the most of today and start posting?
No this isn't me jumping fandoms, I was just clearing up files and came across this. It seems such a shame to not post it.
Burundian artist Pepe Haze and Kenyan artist Steph McKee's new stop-motion video for "Rain on my lips."
