This is a compilation of Steve/Liam things that I wrote based on some random words. They kind of span from when they were dating the first time, all the way to when they eventually get back together (which isn't canon-it's only in my head)
I really liked this pairing, because I thought Steve needed someone in his life (someone other than Claudia) and Liam was the only one who fit the bill. And I totally hated how they broke up (before Steve became an agent) so in my head I changed it a little.
Horrible
"Steve, that sweater looks horrible on you. The sleeves hang way past your hands, there are holes in the hem, the color has faded into a sort of grayish blah, one side of it is falling off your shoulder, it's all worn and-"
"It's the first thing you ever got me."
"Oh…well then carry on."
Telephone
"I swear to God, if he doesn't pick up the phone right now I'm calling the police."
Ablaze
Nothing is more terrifying than walking towards your boyfriend's work building, only to see it ablaze with red orange yellow fire licking its way up the walls and into your heart where you swear you can feel it char and then disintegrate and disappear as you desperately try to remember the last thing you ever said to him.
Yarn
"You're such a cat, Steve."
"I like the way it feels against my skin."
Lazy
"I should get up soon. And the way you're tracing patterns on my spine isn't helping."
"Let's just lay in bed a little bit longer."
"Okay."
Hurt
"It's nothing, really. Leave me alone Liam, I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me Steve. I know when you're lying to me."
"Hey, that's my line."
"Well, now I'm using it. You need to let me take a look at it."
"Really, it doesn't matter."
"Will you just let me take care of you for once?"
"No because I can't trust that you're going to be there the next time this happens. I need to deal with this by myself, because that's what I've always done."
Paint
He thought about alerting his boyfriend about the speck of paint on his face, but it was blue and it brought out his eyes so wonderfully and it matched the little splotch on his jeans, so he just let it be. And he thought that Steve really should wear blue more often because it was totally his color.
Unkempt
"I kind of like it when your hair is disheveled and messy."
"You only like it like this because you're the one who made it look like this."
"Well, can I just say, that I created a masterpiece with your hair."
Roots
"You know, you're the only one who has ever made me feel like I had a home."
"You'll always have a home in my heart."
"That was the cheesiest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"You're welcome."
Trust
"I know you're avoiding me, Steve."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. You aren't awake when I get out of bed for work, you don't pick up the phone when I call you to meet up for lunch, you aren't home when I get home from work, you're asleep when you are home, and I don't know what to do any more. Do you even love me anymore?"
"Of course I love you. I just don't know if I can still trust you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I don't know when you're going to leave again."
"Don't even pull that card on me Steve. You know it was a mutual break-up. You left me just as much as I left you."
"Well how do I know you're not going to decide it's best for both of us that we break up again? How do I know you're not going to decide you're better off without me? How do I know this isn't going to end within the week? How do I know if you actually love me?"
"Of course I still love you! How can you even think that I don't? Haven't I shown that to you?"
"Not really."
"Tell me how I can make it up to you."
"Make me believe I'm not trivial to you. Make me believe I matter to you. Make me believe you're not going to leave me again. Make me believe you love me. Then I will trust you."
"I will prove it to you Steve. I promise."
"No, don't make promises. Promises can be broken. Just do it."
Protect
The most you can do for him is sit by his bedside, telling stories of the good ole days, when everyone was alive and happy and you weren't praying to every god up above to do something because goddammit you weren't going to lose another person you love.
Shivering
"Are you cold?"
"No. I'm perfect thanks."
"Oh, so you shake and shiver when you're perfect?"
"Exactly."
"Will you just come over here Steve?"
"Fine."
Jealous
"Hey, what's that face for?"
"Nothing. What face? I don't know what you're talking about."
"You're lying."
"You know sometimes that's cute, but sometimes it's very annoying. Like now."
"If you're trying to distract me, it's not working. What was the face for?"
"Really, Steve, it's nothing. I would just like other people to respect personal space and relationships."
"Is this about the guy who was staring at me?"
"No, why would you think that?"
"You know that I know that you're lying."
"Okay fine, it was about that guy. I just don't like when people think that whatever they want is automatically theirs."
"Well, this is refreshing. Usually it's me who's jealous."
"Shut up."
"I love you too."
"You're so irritating sometimes."
"I know. It's part of my charm."
General Vicinity
"Ummm…"
"What is it?"
"I just think you should reconsider what you're wearing."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, I think you forgot you were wearing your low-rising sweatpants in my general vicinity, and you know what those low-rising sweatpants do to me when they're in my general vicinity."
"Really? Oh, why don't you remind me what my low-rising sweatpants do to you when they're in your general vicinity?"
"I swear, you are going to be the death of me someday."
Rainstorm
The rain pattering against the window pane reflected his mood; depressed and lonely. He was sitting on his worn couch looking at the scene outside. It was wet and dark and sad. It looked like the sky was crying; tired of always being happy and sunny, just like he was. He tried to keep a smile on his face, but how could he, when his heart was drowning in regrets and sorrow? His whole life had been a series of screw-ups and mistakes, and when he finally had something worth fighting for, he let it slip through his fingers. He had thought that this time would be different, this time he would be different. He would keep this together, he wouldn't be a screw-up, he would be good. But of course, life had to get in the way of his happiness. He should have known that it would end this way. Everything always did. He had tried so damn hard and all he had to show for his efforts was a nickname that wasn't even that special. But by God he was going to cherish Jersey for the rest of his life.
So when he heard that familiar voice call from across a lifetime of hope and loneliness, he couldn't believe that it was him, and that maybe he would finally be Jersey again, the outgoing, bold lover who broke hearts and left scars, not Jinksy, the quiet, gay boy whose only redeeming quality was that he knew when people were telling lies.
But as time passed, and he listened to more rainstorms, he realized that he didn't need to be Jersey, or Jinksy. Maybe that rainstorm meant loneliness then, but now it meant that it was washing away the slate, ready for the new side of him, the one who had a best friend, the one who was useful and smart and confident, the one who was a force to be reckoned with. The one who was part of a team, and had a family. The one who wasn't Jersey, not Jinksy, but someone entirely different and new. The one who was Steve.
Yay! First chapter done! There will definitely be a second chapter to this. Hope you liked it, let me know what you think!
