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Mechanic!Steve

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Pairing: SingleDad/Mechanic!Steve x Reader

Warnings:Fluff, mutual pining, Scott.

“So,” Steve drags the word out, a wide grin stretching his bearded face. Bright blue eyes glimmering with a heady combination of excitement and anticipation. “You think she’ll like it?” 

You tap your finger on your bottom lip and circle the table, eyeing the moving toy with a haughty air.

“Hmm,” you say, not giving anything away. 

“Aw cmon.” Steve bounces on his heels, reaching out to tap the button on its back. The cat’s mouth opens and out comes a stilted but adorable Jamie you’re my best friend. “That’s nice right?”

You shrug one shoulder, muttering a nonchalant huh, I guess, concealing your pride as you study the talking cat. 

Steve’s head drops back. “You’re killing me.” 

The sound of his frustrated groan breaks through your facade and you dissolve into laughter. His eyes snap to your face and he grins, shaking his head. “I knew you liked it.” 

Like it? You love it and you’re blown away. 

The man built a talking cat from scratch, all because he wants to give his daughter the cat she can’t have. Her allergies make it impossible for her to be in a room with a real one for more than five minutes.

So what does Steve do? Call his friends, a few supply shops and figure out how to build one himself. 

You didn’t think you could be more attracted to your boss, but watching him handcraft a toy for his daughter has made you fall for him even more. 

“It’s perfect,” you smile at him, unknowingly rendering the 6’3” mechanic silent for a few seconds. 

Steve’s still not used to how pretty you are. The way your face lights up whenever you’re happy sends him into a tailspin. You’re hypnotizing him and he can’t stop his gaze from dropping to your lips. “Yeah, perfect.”

Its clear he’s no longer referring to the toy. The air leaves your lungs and you can’t find the strength to take a breath in, your concentration, attention, the few brain cells remaining after his voice deepened all of it, centers on your handsome boss inching closer and closer to you, his fingers trailing across the table, stopping near your wrist. His cologne washes over you and your knees threaten to buckle. 

“I uh,” he starts, bending down so slowly you’re think you must be imagining it, but his lips are getting closer and oh god, you can’t take your eyes off them. “I just want to-” 

A sharp knock on his office door sends you flying back, your hands smoothing down your shirt in an attempt to hide your nerves. The door swings open a second later and Scott pops his head in. “Hey boss, I need your help with the McCellan account.” 

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a second.” Steve says, waving him off. 

“I should get back to my desk,” you mumble, stepping back, eyes averting to the ground while heat floods your cheeks.

Steve sees your change in demeanor, his heart sinks. “Wait, we should talk-” 

You keep going, shouldering your way past Scott. “The toy looks great,” you toss back as you rush down the hall. “She’s going to love it.”

“Oh man, can I play with it?” Scott voice rings out, strolling to the table with a smirk on his face.

Steve looks over his head, watching you flee to your desk, a sardonic grin on his lips. “Damn it.”

“Oops.” Scott’s chagrined tone is accompanied by the sound of plastic snapping.

Steve closes his eyes, his head lolling back. “Scott?”

“Yes boss?”

“Get out.” 

“I don’t even blame you. I’d kick me out too,” Scott rambles. “Hey before I go, what are the chances that the new girl will give me her number?”

Jealousy sweeps across Steve so fast and suddenly he almost chokes on it. He turns, eyes narrowing.

“Yep, I’m going.” Scott laughs, patting Steve on the arm on his way out. “And I knew it.”

Before Steve can ask what he means by that, the door shuts in his face.

Steve looks over at the cat, his tail in two pieces by his back paw and sighs.

He was so close to finding out if your lips are as soft as they are in his dreams.

At least putting Jamie’s gift back together will keep his mind off of you. For a few minutes anyway.

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Summary: You’re the new girl and Eddie is everything you need. 

Author’s Note: No one asked for this but here it is and I really have to say, I had so much fun writing it. I adore him and I couldn’t get this out of my head. For this we’re just going to say everyone is in High School still- including Steve and the reader and Eddie are both 18 (Eddie can even be 19 lol). Thank you so much for reading and thank you to my sweet Mina @dreamlessinparis for listening to me scream about this idea. Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets🥰 NO SPOILERS HERE!

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