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51stcenturyfoxTitle: Beneath Me
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51stcenturyfox
Fandom: Pretty In Pink (not Torchwood!)
Pairing: Steff/Andie, (later: Benny and Duckie may appear. Not sure about Blane.)
Rating: R. Het.
Warnings: Band-bashing and 80's abuse. Everybody I pair bickers. Predictable, sorry.
A/N: WIP but thought I'd post it for concrit if anyone has seen the film. Writing this to fulfill an anonymous request on Fandom!Secrets PANFANDOM REC MEME who wanted Steff/Andie love I don't think any exists but if you happen to know, pls point him or her to more. Hope you like it, anon.
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Andie slit open another carton of albums and blew her bangs out of her eyes. 3:37 in the afternoon and the minutes were crawling as only just-above-minimum-wage minutes can crawl. She'd be off at five if Iona turned up to close. She was still seeing that guy, Terrence. For five months. That was like some kind of Iona World Record.
Brisk autumn air swept in as two customers left and one held the door for them and sauntered in. Oh great.
That's all she needed on a Friday afternoon. Steff.
"Hey, it's Andie Walsh," he said, taking off his sunglasses.
Those are probably $200 sunglasses, Andie thought. Arrogant asshole.
"Hey... Steff," she said, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"Still working here, huh?"
"Yep. Looks that way."
"I'd have thought you'd be off at college."
"I'm taking a year off. Working. Saving some cash. Like a... what do they call it in Europe? A gap year?"
"Same. Going there in two weeks, actually. Amsterdam first. Thought I'd get the hard core partying out of the way." he winked at her.
"Must be nice," Andie said, attempting to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she opened the box and pulled out a handful of records. Ugh, more Slippery When Wet. Crappy.
TRAX used to specialize in what she considered to be good music, and still did, but Iona had pointed out the facts that summer: "Wanna eat, Sweetie? Gotta sell what sells." Andie thought she was probably selling out. But a job's a job.
"Ew. Why is Bon Jovi so popular?" Andie pulled out the pricing gun and began to mark the stack.
When she and Blane had started going out, she'd made an effort with Steff. - an effort not to hurl every time he was around. Thankfully, since Blane was off at college and... she really didn't run into Steff anymore, which saved wear and tear on her gag reflex.
"Blane driving back for Homecoming?" Steff asked her, leaning on the counter.
"How should I know? You're his best bud," Andie stated, her brown eyes boring into his blue.
"What? You're not on the phone with him every night, talking dirty and making marriage plans?"
"We decided to give it a break. See other people. 600 miles is, you know, far."
Steff didn't look even vaguely surprised to hear the news. Which really pissed Andie off.
"It is a long drive, especially for you, with that piece of sh- your car."
"Thanks," Andie grimaced. "Appreciate the reminder that I need a jump start every morning and you drive... what do you drive now? A Maserati? Or a DeLorean? "
"Yeah. And I go back to the future in it every weekend."
Andie rolled her eyes. There wasn't really any good reason to be polite to Steff anymore. What could he do, steal her birthday? Say more nasty things about her behind her back to Blane? (Blane, to his credit, had finally learned to stop listening to Steff's crap.)
"So, are you gonna buy something or are you just here to criticize my car? Guess you didn't get enough digs in about it in school, so you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity. Oh, yeah, you haven't said anything about my ensemble yet. It's tacky, right?"
Steff looped his sunglasses into the top of his white shirt. "No."
Andie waited.
"Truth, Andie? I saw you through the window and I thought I'd come in and say hello. Actually, I thought I might say I'm sorry, too."
"For..?"
"Calling you a bitch. Treating you like shit for four years. Even though you returned it. I feel... bad about that. I feel worse every time I think about it."
"Oh, you replay the tapes in your mind, huh? '
"I think about it a lot, actually. And you."
She paused, holding the price gun aloft. "That's... really creepy."
"Thank you. so you going to the homecoming game tomorrow night?"
"Let's see," Andie put a finger to her chin, "Go to a high school football game, which I did exactly zero times while I was actually in high school, to see nobody I like, because none of my five high school friends would be caught dead there. No."
"Me either."
"I'm surprised. You probably have fans. You could hold court. Maybe invite everybody back to Casa de RichBoy afterward, break into your daddy's scotch stash and claw your way to the top of a cheerleader pyramid."
"I hate sports. I've never gone to a football game either."
"Wow, we have so much in common. Let's get married!"
"Now you are being a bitch. Sort of. Jesus, I'm sorry. Again."
"What do you expect, Steff? You being nice to me for what, five minutes, saying you're sorry, doesn't cancel out every shitty thing you've done in the past."
"I know it doesn't. But at least I'm making an effort to be nice and not totally defensive. You could try it, you know?" As Andie gathered some albums and headed over to the display racks to slot them in, Steff swung himself up on the counter and sat.
Oh great, he's staying.
mo' comin'.
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51stcenturyfox Fandom: Pretty In Pink (not Torchwood!)
Pairing: Steff/Andie, (later: Benny and Duckie may appear. Not sure about Blane.)
Rating: R. Het.
Warnings: Band-bashing and 80's abuse. Everybody I pair bickers. Predictable, sorry.
A/N: WIP but thought I'd post it for concrit if anyone has seen the film. Writing this to fulfill an anonymous request on Fandom!Secrets PANFANDOM REC MEME who wanted Steff/Andie love I don't think any exists but if you happen to know, pls point him or her to more. Hope you like it, anon.
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Andie slit open another carton of albums and blew her bangs out of her eyes. 3:37 in the afternoon and the minutes were crawling as only just-above-minimum-wage minutes can crawl. She'd be off at five if Iona turned up to close. She was still seeing that guy, Terrence. For five months. That was like some kind of Iona World Record.
Brisk autumn air swept in as two customers left and one held the door for them and sauntered in. Oh great.
That's all she needed on a Friday afternoon. Steff.
"Hey, it's Andie Walsh," he said, taking off his sunglasses.
Those are probably $200 sunglasses, Andie thought. Arrogant asshole.
"Hey... Steff," she said, with absolutely no enthusiasm.
"Still working here, huh?"
"Yep. Looks that way."
"I'd have thought you'd be off at college."
"I'm taking a year off. Working. Saving some cash. Like a... what do they call it in Europe? A gap year?"
"Same. Going there in two weeks, actually. Amsterdam first. Thought I'd get the hard core partying out of the way." he winked at her.
"Must be nice," Andie said, attempting to keep the sarcasm out of her voice as she opened the box and pulled out a handful of records. Ugh, more Slippery When Wet. Crappy.
TRAX used to specialize in what she considered to be good music, and still did, but Iona had pointed out the facts that summer: "Wanna eat, Sweetie? Gotta sell what sells." Andie thought she was probably selling out. But a job's a job.
"Ew. Why is Bon Jovi so popular?" Andie pulled out the pricing gun and began to mark the stack.
When she and Blane had started going out, she'd made an effort with Steff. - an effort not to hurl every time he was around. Thankfully, since Blane was off at college and... she really didn't run into Steff anymore, which saved wear and tear on her gag reflex.
"Blane driving back for Homecoming?" Steff asked her, leaning on the counter.
"How should I know? You're his best bud," Andie stated, her brown eyes boring into his blue.
"What? You're not on the phone with him every night, talking dirty and making marriage plans?"
"We decided to give it a break. See other people. 600 miles is, you know, far."
Steff didn't look even vaguely surprised to hear the news. Which really pissed Andie off.
"It is a long drive, especially for you, with that piece of sh- your car."
"Thanks," Andie grimaced. "Appreciate the reminder that I need a jump start every morning and you drive... what do you drive now? A Maserati? Or a DeLorean? "
"Yeah. And I go back to the future in it every weekend."
Andie rolled her eyes. There wasn't really any good reason to be polite to Steff anymore. What could he do, steal her birthday? Say more nasty things about her behind her back to Blane? (Blane, to his credit, had finally learned to stop listening to Steff's crap.)
"So, are you gonna buy something or are you just here to criticize my car? Guess you didn't get enough digs in about it in school, so you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity. Oh, yeah, you haven't said anything about my ensemble yet. It's tacky, right?"
Steff looped his sunglasses into the top of his white shirt. "No."
Andie waited.
"Truth, Andie? I saw you through the window and I thought I'd come in and say hello. Actually, I thought I might say I'm sorry, too."
"For..?"
"Calling you a bitch. Treating you like shit for four years. Even though you returned it. I feel... bad about that. I feel worse every time I think about it."
"Oh, you replay the tapes in your mind, huh? '
"I think about it a lot, actually. And you."
She paused, holding the price gun aloft. "That's... really creepy."
"Thank you. so you going to the homecoming game tomorrow night?"
"Let's see," Andie put a finger to her chin, "Go to a high school football game, which I did exactly zero times while I was actually in high school, to see nobody I like, because none of my five high school friends would be caught dead there. No."
"Me either."
"I'm surprised. You probably have fans. You could hold court. Maybe invite everybody back to Casa de RichBoy afterward, break into your daddy's scotch stash and claw your way to the top of a cheerleader pyramid."
"I hate sports. I've never gone to a football game either."
"Wow, we have so much in common. Let's get married!"
"Now you are being a bitch. Sort of. Jesus, I'm sorry. Again."
"What do you expect, Steff? You being nice to me for what, five minutes, saying you're sorry, doesn't cancel out every shitty thing you've done in the past."
"I know it doesn't. But at least I'm making an effort to be nice and not totally defensive. You could try it, you know?" As Andie gathered some albums and headed over to the display racks to slot them in, Steff swung himself up on the counter and sat.
Oh great, he's staying.
mo' comin'.
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Date: 2009-01-24 08:36 am (UTC)I don't know what pull a train on the cheerleaders. means.
*wants you to do Moonlighting*
Sam/David had UST - I just decided.
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Date: 2009-01-24 08:53 am (UTC)http://www.sex-lexis.com/Sex-Dictionary/pull+a+train
Oh, man... Moonlighting would be David/Maddie. The bickering. I can see the Sam/Dave UST though. Mark Harmon. Mama.
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Date: 2009-01-24 09:01 am (UTC)Sam/Dave UST
There was fighting and then omg putting David to bed!
(& I have to admit Mark Harmon is my longest standing crush :D the man is *gorgeous*)
I need more Gibbs icons...
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Date: 2009-01-24 09:11 am (UTC)Mark Harmon really reminds me of John Barrowman. Whoa. I really need to watch more NCIS.
ETA: Have you read that Jack Harkness/Abby fic on Crack Van? It was pretty good.
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Date: 2009-01-24 09:24 am (UTC)Have you read that Jack Harkness/Abby fic on Crack Van?
That sounds like het... I do not really read het, or should that be I don't really go looking for het? If it crops up on my f-list I tend to have a read if there's nt going to be any graphic sex involved.
I know, I *know* I have written het PWP... but that was different I swear!
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Date: 2009-01-24 09:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-24 07:07 pm (UTC)How fun and great that you wrote for it.
Steff and Andie are steamin' hot. Glad to see there will be more.
(My mom's friend played "girl at party" in Pretty in Pink. If you have seen it lately, she is on some guy's shoulders at Steff's party. She says: "Nice necklace. This isn't a dinner party." OR something totally bitchy like that. She is a painter/photographer/performance artist now. Whenever I see her, I tease her about it.)
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Date: 2009-01-24 07:21 pm (UTC)I remember her! How sweet is that?
Someday I'd love to play either a corpse on CSI or a zombie in any film whatsoever. Low budget would be best!
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Date: 2009-01-25 02:57 pm (UTC)This is so awesome, and I love you for writing it! I just re-watched the movie, and was so disappointed at the lack of PiP fic and absolutely no Andie/Steff.
(And see, I stole your icon too...)
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Date: 2009-01-25 03:05 pm (UTC)I'm writing for a few challenges due this coming weekend so I'll return to this story later but it will be finished, I promise.
I did look on Yuletide for Pretty In Pink stories but I think they're all slash.
(So don't feel weird. Some people like stories with Spongebob and Batman. Together. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-25 03:41 pm (UTC)And Andie is really being not nice, but she shouldn't be nice, cause she doesn't like him... yet. And she has some awesome comments too, like this one is golden: "I'm surprised. You probably have fans. You could hold court. Maybe invite everybody back to Casa de RichBoy afterward, break into your daddy's scotch stash and claw your way to the top of a cheerleader pyramid."
I'm so looking forward to more. <3
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Date: 2009-01-25 04:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for reminding me how much I loved this film and Steff in particular. There should be a COMM! (slashy vid, well made):
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Date: 2009-01-25 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-25 05:16 pm (UTC)Try this Link to a bunch of vids
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Date: 2009-01-25 05:25 pm (UTC)And the fight between Duckie and Steff? Very awesome. He spits on the floor in front of a teacher!! Who does that? (Duckies pants in this scene is very cool too;P)
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Date: 2009-01-26 02:59 am (UTC)My favorite scene is Duckie's "Try A Little Tenderness" Otis Redding bit in the store. Oy, how I love that!
And STEFF IS HOTTER THAN BLANE. SORRY BLANE. YOU LOSE.
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Date: 2009-01-26 06:58 pm (UTC)Yes, you lose Blane!
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Date: 2009-01-26 08:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-03 01:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-07-03 04:14 am (UTC)I really didn't think I'd ever find fic for these two, so stumbling upon this was a pleasant surprise. I hope you'll continue this someday, I'd really like to see where this is going.
Keep up the amazing work!
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Date: 2011-07-03 04:18 am (UTC)I really didn't think I'd ever find fic for these two, so stumbling upon this was a pleasant surprise. I hope you'll continue this someday, I'd really like to see where this is going.
Keep up the amazing work!
PS: I also wrote this on your DW account, but I don't know if you check that one anymore. I just really wanted to leave a comment.
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Date: 2012-03-12 05:27 am (UTC)I know it's an old post but i hope you'll update it someday.