Eternal Flame (s.h)

A/N: Finally have another request done! I am getting them done slowly but surely lovelies! Anywho, this was requested by the lovely @the-weeping-author! She is one of my moots and one of the first friends I made on this platform! You guys should definitely check out some of her work and she has recently revamped her blog! I love this song with all my heart so I was beyond excited to get a request with this as a prompt! So, without further ado, I present this fic to you lovelies! Hope you guys enjoy it💛!

P.S: I added a 70s and 90s reference in here😉.

Disclaimer: Eternal Flame came out on the album Everything in 1988, but for this fic (set after season three - 1985/86) let's just say it came out around then.

There are a lot of things in life that are hard to navigate. Growing up, your thoughts, school - and that’s just to name a few, but there is one thing that is the hardest to navigate (let alone deal with) and that was feelings. Romantic feelings were pesky things that cause a flurry of butterflies to flutter around your stomach, making you feel both enlightened and like throwing up all at the same time, that also causes your mind to turn to mush at any given second, that made you question everything and anything about yourself. Y/N hated romantic feelings, but in the past, she had found them somewhat navigable, but her ability to navigate the troublesome tangle of those stupid feelings slipped past her fingers the second they became tangled with her familial feelings.

Of course, she thought she was perfectly fine when she struck up a friendship with her twin’s ex-boyfriend, but she was proven horribly wrong within six months of their friendship when she finally clued in that the little fires burning under her skin whenever he touched her wasn’t just because he produced an unnatural amount of body heat. To top it all off, his actions were completely unreadable now that it was revealed that he actually had a heart that cared for more than popularity and hair products like she once believed. Normally, she could figure out if someone liked her, but with Steve, his soft touches and warm gaze confused her. She couldn’t tell if the softening of his eyes when they looked at each other was his natural, kind self or if he was envisioning a golden circle surrounding her like an angel. But the worst part of it was, it didn’t matter if he did like her back, it wasn’t like it would work out. He dated her sister, her better-at-everything sister. How could she even compare to Nancy? How could they date without it being completely weird? However, even though it was utterly hopeless, the flame within her heart burned warm and relentless, warming her body with misery and love.

With the holiday drawing to a close, I am finally able to start finishing up the requests, sorry for the delay, my family is chaotic to say the least!