these jealous fools are my everything, andy youâve done it again
Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter ten âď¸ Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning
Warnings: slight angst, jealousy, lots of jealousy (from both sides), insecurities, mentions of unrequited love, alcohol and weed consumption
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: You agreed to Steve's deal, and now all that you do, is wait by the phone... for his call.
Word count: 10k+
Author's note: Things are getting a little more serious now, you can expect a lot of jealousy in this chapter, and in the next two. @hellfire--cult and I came up with some gooood ideas, so enjoy hehe
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Your body feels warm, aching in some places, but itâs not an unpleasant feeling, you welcome it, knowing what or who caused it. You smell his shampoo, his body wash on the pillow your head lies on, you smell his cologne, the one that always makes your heart flutter.Â
When you slowly open your eyes, youâre not surprised to find him facing away from you, you're met by his sun kissed back.Â
You blink, still waking up.Â
You eye the moles on his skin, the scars on his back from where the bats had dragged him away. You wish to touch them, to trace them with your fingertips, to kiss his skin and bless him with better memories, but you canât. And itâs not like memories of you and your touches would bless him, in any way.Â
The thing between you, his feelings, his actions are purely driven by lust, nothing more, nothing less. You wonât raise your hopes up, this is bad enough as it is.Â
What would your teen self think if she saw you now?Â
What would she say to you if she saw you lying in Steve Harringtonâs bed?Â
The version of you now, is happy, content with what she has, even if she doesnât actually have him.Â
But what matters now? Nothing. Just him, just you and him. Thatâs all that matters now, thatâs all that will matter, for now.Â
Your mind wants to take you back to all those dark places you have been in, to all the feelings you have experienced since Steve had taken a hold of your heart. â Jealousy, rejection, heartache and pain.
And his words from the night before come back to haunt you.Â
âI see whoever I want and you do⌠the same.â
You canât lie to yourself, it did sting a little, it did make your stomach churn, it did make you feel sick to think of him with someone else after being with you, while being with you.Â
It also hurt to wake up without him, it hurt all day to think that all he did was use you, that he took what he wanted and left. â You never expected the explanation he gave you last night, you also didnât expect the softness of his hands, the gentle touches and kisses as he told you what really happened. Your chest still aches with guilt for treating him the way you did last night, but you were driven by sadness and you canât help but feel that he did deserve it⌠a little.Â
With a sigh, you turn away from him, pushing the shared blanket off your body, you place your feet on the ground and take a look around his room.Â
You grip the sheets beneath you, looking at all the items in his room before you look over your shoulder, back at him, back at the pillow you just slept on.Â
How many girls have occupied this space before?Â
How many girls has he touched the way he touched you?Â
How many girls have been kissed by him the same way youâve been?
You had never kissed anyone the way you kissed him.Â
You also never touched anyone the same way you touched him.Â
He is so special to you, but you arenât to him.
And you never will be.Â
You grow annoyed with yourself, shouldnât you be happy? Shouldnât you be in complete and utter bliss, knowing that he wants you enough to do this?Â
You close your eyes, and you take a deep breath before you push yourself off the bed.Â
You shut out your negative thoughts, letting your curiosity in. You tiptoe across his room and stop in front of his bookshelf â thatâs filled with more comics and movies than books. A polaroid camera sitting on the shelf, next to a fake plant. Of course, he got himself a fake plant.Â
The dresser next to the window is decorated with a big lamp and a few pictures that spark your interest. You sneak a glance at him to find him still sound asleep.Â
Youâre not surprised to find pictures of your friends on his dresser, of the teens, of Eddie and Robin, of the whole group. None of you, not even on the group pictures that Jonathan keeps taking whenever you all hang out â that might be your own fault though, you never felt comfortable enough to join the group pictures, you still donât consider yourself a part of it, even now.Â
But you canât help but wonder, would he have cut out the parts of you if you had been on those pictures?Â
You close your eyes again, taking a deep breath as youâre willing yourself to calm down, to stop overthinking, to stop being so negative when what you got is now finally in reach.Â
You get to be with him, you get to touch him, you get to feel his lips on your skin, his hands on your body, him. And even when there isnât any intimacy, even when there arenât any feelings on his side, you can just pretend, for those little moments, you can pretend.Â
You open your eyes again, and look around for your clothes that Steve took from your hands last night after you changed into one of his shirts. You find them neatly folded on the chair by his desk, your denim jacket thrown over the back.Â
Itâs time to go home, even when youâd like to stay longer.Â
You make your way over to your clothes, you stand with your back to him as you take his shirt off, standing in his room in nothing but your panties for a moment. You fold his shirt and place it on his desk, already missing the smell of it and the way it felt to wear something of his.Â
You donât even feel his eyes on you as you start putting your clothes on, starting with your bra before you reach for your skirt, you bend down as you put it on, zipping it shut on the side.Â
Steve is now lying on his back, his right arm behind his head as he watches you, feeling a little disappointed that you are getting dressed and ready to go home.Â
He watches, and stares at you for as long as he can before you notice him.Â
He takes in every little scar on your soft skin, the way your hair falls down your shoulders, the way your skin is glowing beneath the stream of light that shines through the curtains.Â
The moment your top is on and you bend down to put your shoes on, Steve clears his throat.Â
âLeaving so soon?â Steveâs groggy voice sounds through the silent room.Â
You freeze at the sound of his voice, the rough noise causing shivers to run down your spine.Â
Who wouldâve thought that youâd ever get to hear Steve Harringtonâs morning voice?
You close your eyes as you knit your eyebrows together. You shouldnât have waited so long to leave. Taking a deep breath, you open your eyes again, and straighten your back as you finish tying the laces of your converse. You plaster a smile on your face before you turn around to face him.Â
âFigured our little deal doesnât include coffee and breakfast,â you joke, reaching for your jacket.Â
Steveâs eyes move up and down your body, before they settle on your neck where the marks on your skin are perfectly visible to him. You hate the way your heart flutters at such a small action of his.Â
âSays who?âÂ
You try not to stare at him, but itâs hard not to when he looks this good. A tired look in his features, hair all messy, hairy chest on full display. You dig your nails into your denim jacket as your eyes move to his neck, the scar around it always dragging you into a trance like state, as you catch yourself daydreaming about peppering his skin with kisses.
âI dunno,â you shrug, tearing your eyes away from his body and meeting his eyes instead, âI think thatâs girlfriend privilege.âÂ
He cracks a smile at your words, eyes flashing with amusement, âdidnât know Eddie was my girlfriend.âÂ
A laugh falls from your lips as you roll your eyes and shake your head.Â
Eddie stayed over at his place countless of times, ever since those two have gotten closer, âsleepoversâ have become a regular thing, especially after a long night of smoking weed and drinking beers in Steveâs backyard. Usually, Eddie just passes out on the couch though, and Steve ends up throwing a random blanket over him.Â
Just like at your house, Eddie raids Steveâs fridge and snack drawers, all the damn time.
âWell, your girlfriend might be upset if he finds out that you fucked his best friend, last night,â you joke only to grow flustered a few seconds after those words leave your lips.Â
But, Steve smirks at you, smugness flickering in his eyes.Â
âHuh,â he pushes himself up on his elbows, running his fingers through his hair, âguess itâs gonna be our dirty little secret then,â he winks.Â
Dirty little secret.Â
Yeah, thatâs all it will ever be.Â
Thatâs all you will ever be.Â
A dirty little secret.Â
You gulp, swallowing down the hurt as you nod at his words.Â
âYeahâŚâ You scratch the back of your neck before you point to his door, âIâm uh⌠Iâm gonna go.âÂ
His smile falls a little, eyes growing serious as he sits up, the blanket now only covering his lower half.Â
âI can drive you home.â
âNo, itâs fine. Itâs nice out, Iâm just gonna take a walk, maybe stop by the coffee shop or something.âÂ
He nods, still eying you, âa-and are you feeling okay?âÂ
You raise your brows at him, âhmm?â
âI-I mean,â he stutters, awkwardly looking around the room before his eyes meet yours again, âitâs just⌠the information leaflet said that it can cause some side effects, the Plan B thing⌠I mean. Nausea, dizziness, upset stomach,â he starts listing the things, counting them down with his fingers as his cheeks flush red.Â
Your eyes soften, heart fluttering at his concern. Youâre even a little taken aback by how much he cares but then again, it might just be the guilt he feels, knowing that heâs partly at fault for this in the first place.
âN-No, Iâm okay,â you assure him, watching the way the tension in his shoulders disappears. âIâm feeling fine so far.âÂ
He nods, âokay, good.âÂ
âYeah, so⌠I uhâŚâ You trail off, lifting your hand to point at the door again, watching him nod again. You turn on your heel and walk away, not knowing when you will see him again.Â
You settled on this thing between you, you set up the rules, but what you didnât talk about was how this whole thing will actually play out.Â
Just as you open the door, his voice makes you halt in your tracks, you turn your head to look back at him, giving him a questioning look.Â
âHey Blondie?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âAre we gonna⌠hang out later?âÂ
Hang out.Â
You almost want to giggle.Â
You tap your nails against the door, eying the smug, yet flustered look on his face as he looks at you expectedly.Â
âYeah,â you nod. âYou can call me.â
He tilts his head to the side, licking his lips, âmhm, or you can call me,â he smirks, almost mockingly.Â
âSure.âÂ
Neither of you called.Â
In fact, there is nothing but radio silence between the two of you, the moment you leave his house.
And, it frustrates you to no end, because all you want to do is to see him, to feel him again, but all you get is absolutely nothing. And, it only makes you more insecure, it only fills you with more self doubt.Â
If he wanted you, he wouldâve called.Â
Right?Â
You thought heâd call by Monday night, he didnât.Â
You spent all Tuesday, waiting for the phone to ring, but it never did.Â
You couldâve called too, he even told you to, but for some reason, you thought that it was just another way to tease you, you heard the mocking tone in his voice, you saw the smirk he looked at you with.Â
And yet, you picked up the phone a few times with the intention to just call him and ask him to come over but you slammed the receiver back into place every single time. It didnât feel right to make the first move, every time you tried to, rejection followed. And even though he was the one who offered you the deal, you still couldnât bring yourself to make a first move, no matter what had already happened between you both.Â
Itâs only Wednesday now, itâs only been two days since you had last seen him, and yet it feels like you havenât seen him in weeks.Â
It makes you frustrated and sad at the same time, but unlike yesterday, you canât mop around in your bedroom all day, waiting by the phone like some lovesick teenager.Â
And you canât show your sadness either, you canât let your best friend know what kind of war youâre fighting in your head.Â
Steve is your secret and you are his.Â
His dirty little secret.Â
âArenât you hungry?â Eddie asks as heâs scarving down the burgers and fries he brought from the diner, his new friend works at. Heâs been spending a lot of time there, lately.Â
You push around the fries on your plate, the cheeseburger only halfway eaten.Â
âIâm just a slow eater,â you shrug, dipping a fry into the ketchup before you take a bite.Â
Eddieâs brown eyes flash with amusement, âmhm, except for when youâre high.âÂ
âThatâs another version of me, Eds.âÂ
âUh huh,â he chuckles, taking another bite of his burger, the bite being large enough to make half of it disappear.Â
You chuckle, flipping your hair over your shoulder, you place your elbow on the kitchen table, continuing to eat your fries. You look out the window, eying the gray clouds in the sky and the wind in the trees, a storm is nearing and itâs making your stomach churn and your skin crawl.Â
You have always hated storms, the heavy wind that howls through the night, the strong rain that hits the windows harshly, thunder that makes you flinch after every crash and the lightning has always made you feel uneasy.Â
You hated being left alone in this house during thunderstorms, but your parents were gone, and your sister was rarely ever around at nights, so you had to find ways to calm yourself down, usually you did it by putting on headphones and turning the volume up high enough to drown out the noises of the storm outside, it helped. Music always helped.Â
But the night in the Upside Down changed everything, which is ironic, you always thought that an extreme situation would have killed your fear, but it didnât, it only worsened it, and now not even music helps anymore.Â
âAre you gonna stay for a while?âÂ
Eddie raises his brows as he reaches for his drink, eying your face.Â
You know he can read you, you know that he can see right through you. He is one of the only ones who can â and it scares you. Not because you donât want him to know about your fears or your struggles, there is really nothing that you hide from him at this point⌠Nothing but that one thing, that one thing that no one can know about, not even Eddie.Â
âYeah, I thought we could watch a movie, I brought some,â he points in the direction of the hallway, where he left some tapes on the counter.Â
You nearly sigh out loud, feeling relieved.Â
You wouldnât want to be alone right now.Â
Thunder crashes in the distance, not loud enough to make you flinch, but enough to fill you with dread.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that,â you smile before you look out the window again, continuing to watch the clouds move, missing the way his eyes widen and the way he nearly chokes on his soda as he stares at your neck, at the marks you forgot to cover up before he came over.Â
âWhat the hell!âÂ
The volume of his voice makes you flinch harder than the loud thunder that just crashed before the yell escaped his lips. You look back at him, bewildered, only to find him staring at your neck, already jumping from his seat and rounding the table to get to you.Â
Youâre confused for a moment, staring at him with a frown, but when he stops in front of you, and he lifts your hair up to take a closer look at your neck, at the hickeys Steve had left, you nearly gasp yourself.Â
How could you have been so stupid?Â
How could you forget to cover them up?
Eddie stares at them for a moment, for a really long moment, before his confused eyes meet yours, âwho gave these to you!?âÂ
You canât give him the truth, Steve would certainly break things off with you if you did â if he hasnât already.Â
Blood rushes to your cheek the longer your best friend stares at you, waiting for an explanation.Â
âI uh⌠I had a uh⌠booty call?âÂ
This would normally be the moment, where heâd laugh in your face, knowing that this is a lie. But he is too surprised to look deeper into your eyes.Â
âThis is the first time I know you actually had sex, and you didnât plan to tell me!?â He lets go of your hair, stepping back and throwing his arms up.Â
âItâs nothing special!â You lie, your eyes following him as he returns back to his seat, âh-he was just, heâs a guy thatâs here because of a friend! I met him once at one of my sister's college partiesâŚâÂ
He is still in shock, his eyes are still glued to your neck.Â
âWhatâs his name?â
You swallow, placing your hands into your lap, you dig your nails into your palms, taking deep breaths as you try to appear calm.Â
âWhy do you care, you donât know him.â
âExactly,â he smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, âso whatâs the issue in telling me?â
He is now looking at your flustered face, and you are glad that he canât actually read your mind, or else youâd be screwed as youâre trying to figure out a name to give him.Â
â...ChandlerâŚâ
His eyes grow wide, smirk falling a bit. He uncrosses his arms, reaching for his drink again as he sighs, ânow I understand why you didnât want to tell me his name.â
You clear your throat, the tension in your body dissolving a little.Â
âUh huhâŚâ
âSo how was it?â He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.Â
It was⌠perfect.Â
Yeah, your nights with Steve were the best moments of your life. He made you feel things you have never felt before. He made you feel alive yet like you existed in some other world, a better place.Â
As you look into your best friend's eyes, you realize that now is the perfect opportunity to let it all out, to tell him things that youâve been wanting to get off your shoulders, because maybe then, this will get easier for you. Maybe.Â
So you open your mouth and you start talking, without mentioning Steveâs name or anything else that could give you and him away.Â
You talk and you talk, and you get carried away, and yet, nothing eases the ache in your stomach or the one in your chest.Â
Just nothing.Â
If anything, talking about it makes it all only worse because it somehow strengthens every memory of him.
And, your memories are a blessing and a curse at the same time, they take you back to his kisses, to his lips that sucked marks on your skin, they remind you of how it felt to feel him inside of you, to hear him moaning your name, to feel him holding you close, to know that he felt good because of you.Â
But then, they also take you back to an unpleasant memory, and you canât even stop yourself from thinking about it, not even as you sit before Eddie, not even as you both make your way into the living room to watch the movies he picked out, and surprisingly, not even the storm can stop the thoughts in your head.
âI see whoever I want and you do⌠the same.âÂ
His words keep echoing in your mind, and you canât help but wonder, is he already seeing someone else?Â
Is he touching someone else?Â
Is he kissing someone else?Â
Is he feeling good because of someone else?Â
Is he moaning someone elseâs name as he had long forgotten about you?Â
Is that the reason why he never called?Â
He wouldnât, would he? Itâs only been two days.Â
He wouldnât sleep with someone else⌠not so soon, at least, right?
Days and sleepless nights haunt you, just like the questions that keep piling up inside your troubled mind, it makes you feel restless.Â
There is nothing but Steve on your mind and itâs nothing new, but it feels different now after what had happened between you and him.Â
You long for him, your body yearns for him but you stay away, because maybe this is what he wants, days have passed and he didnât call or come to see you, surely it must be what he wants, maybe he changed his mind about the deal, about you.Â
Youâre proven wrong when you find yourself at Eddieâs pool âpartyâ on Friday afternoon, five days after you had walked out of Steveâs house.Â
The sun is shining, not a single cloud in sight, not a single trace of the storm that had crashed over the town only two days back.Â
The heat is beating down on your skin, but itâs a pleasant feeling as you lie on one of the pool loungers between Nancy and Max. Your sunglasses perched on your nose, hair falling down your shoulders as you keep adjusting it every few seconds or so, hoping that no one else will see the marks Steve left behind, you had done your best to cover them with makeup but that didnât stick to your skin long enough, one jump into the pool and the layer was gone.Â
His eyes are glued on you and your pink bikini, and you canât help but feel smug, despite all the insecurities that have lingered all week. You keep biting back your smirk whenever you catch him staring, and you watch how his cheeks flush red and he grows flustered before he hides it with his own smirk and a cocky look on his face.Â
Youâve greeted each other the way you always do, with suggestive smiles and cryptic words that only you two understand the meaning behind.Â
You havenât talked much since he came though, but you keep brushing past each other, eying one another with that one look in your eyes when your hands reach out to touch each other, even if only for a short second.Â
Now you keep glancing at him, waiting for him to finally take his stupid white shirt off, but he seems content, standing in the shadows with a beer in his hand as he chats with Eddie.
âI missed this,â Nancy says, âtanning and not worrying about a single thing.â
You tear your eyes away from Steve and turn to look at her. Nancy is wearing a blue swimsuit, her curls in a messy bun, white framed sunglasses protecting her eyes from the scorching sun. You canât help but stare at her, eying the girl that you once were so jealous of.Â
Nancy is beautiful, effortlessly so. Sheâs got those pretty doe eyes and the luscious curls that frame her face so perfectly. Sheâs a pretty sight to look at â youâre surprised to see that Steveâs eyes arenât glued on her.Â
But her beauty was never the reason for your jealousy.Â
âYeah, me too,â you murmur as you reach for the cocktail Eddie had made for you.Â
âI donât know how you can enjoy it,â Max mumbles beside you, and you canât help but chuckle, youâve been waiting for her to start complaining. âIâm gonna look like a tomato if I keep sitting out here.âÂ
You push your sunglasses up into your hair, watching as she gets up from the lounger.Â
You chuckle at her.Â
âIâm jumping into the water, Iâm sick of the sun.âÂ
She storms off, flipping her red hair over her shoulder before she jumps into the pool, joining Lucas, Mike and Will.Â
You sip on your cocktail, eyes moving back to Steve, just in time to see him finally taking his shirt off. He throws it over one of the chairs by the table, and lifts his hand up to run it through his hair, flexing his bicep as he turns his body to you as he steps into the sun.Â
You dig your teeth into the straw as you let your eyes roam his body. The hair on his chest, the scars on his sides, the scar around his neck, all looking so beautiful under the light. You see the smirk on his lips when he catches you ogling him, and you donât even bother to hide it, to look away and play it cool.Â
But your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull and you almost choke on the sip you just took when Eddieâs eyes grow comically wide as he takes a look at Steveâs back. Your best friendâs jaw drops before a gasp falls from his lips.Â
You donât need to think twice about whatâs gotten him this shocked, you left marks on Steve, just like he left some on you â but yours are more aggressive.Â
While itâs only hickeys on your skin, itâs scratch marks on his.Â
Your heart jumps a little when you realize that Eddie could easily put two and two together and figure out that you didnât sleep with Chandler or that Steve didnât fuck Heidi â that they werenât the ones who left marks on yours and his skin.
But before Eddie can even ask him any questions, heâs suddenly hit with a forceful stream of water coming from Dustinâs water gun. A different kind of gasp tears from his lips, and his face flashes with confusion before a deadpan expression takes over as he looks down at himself, water now dripping from his face, hair and his shoulders.Â
He looks around, searching for the culprit when he finds Dustin, hiding behind one of the bushes.Â
âYou little shit!â He yells as he puts his beer on the table, he grabs one of the water guns, filling it up with water before he runs towards Dustin, who instantly jumps away from the bushes and runs into the opposite direction.Â
Steve shakes his head at them, watching them run around in the backyard, almost running into El, Robin and Vickie, who are in the middle of a little photo shoot with poor Jonathan â who hates being out in the sun, especially for this long.Â
You are still playing with your straw as you eye the male who stole your heart and your mind.Â
âCan I ask you something?â Nancy asks as she sits up, reaching for her own cocktail before she turns to face you, forcing you to look away from her ex boyfriend.Â
âYeah, sure, whatâs up?âÂ
With a small smile on her face, she tilts her head to the side as she looks at you. You notice how red her cheeks have gotten, but you donât know whether itâs because of the sun or the question she is about to ask.Â
She looks down, eyeing your necklace and the pink bikini top that she complimented before.Â
You stare at her curiously.Â
You and Nancy arenât the closest, you get along, you talk whenever you see each other, there is never any awkwardness between the two of you, but still, you arenât the closest.Â
âI know we havenât talked much, but um⌠I was wonderingâ cause⌠I love Robin, seriously butâ okay umâŚâ she stutters, closing her eyes for a moment as she shakes her head before she opens her eyes again and looks back up, âI was gonna ask if you would like to go shopping with me?âÂ
You're stunned.Â
With widened eyes, you stare at her, taking in the sight of her nervous face, cheeks growing redder when sheâs met by your silence.Â
âWhy me?âÂ
âLike I said⌠I love Robin but her style⌠she always complains it's too girly when I show her something I want to buy,â she rolls her eyes as a smile tugs at her lips, âand you⌠you always look good, I love your skirts and dresses.â
Your eyes soften, blood rushes to your cheeks at her compliment.Â
You and Nancy have something in common, it was the reason why you started talking in the first place, after she find out who Chrissy was to you, she approached you, she offered you her condolences â she had a deep understanding in what itâs like to lose a close friend, she lost hers too.Â
You both lost that one girl friend.Â
âThanks, Nancy. Iâd love to go shopping with you.â
You watch the way her eyes light up, and you canât help but feel surprised that someone like her feels excitement because of someone like you.Â
âReally?â
âYeah,â you say as a smile appears on your face.Â
âCool,â she smiles at you, unable to hide the giddiness in her voice.Â
âIâm sorry to interrupt you ladies, but would you like me to take a picture of you, before I drop the camera and never pick it up again today?â Jonathan asks as he stops in front of the two of you, with cheeks glowing red, thanks to the sun, and an exhausted look on his face, thanks to the three girls that forced him to be their photographer for the past hour or so.Â
Nancy giggles at her boyfriend.Â
âSure, let's take a pic!âÂ
First she wants to go shopping with you, and now she wants to take pictures with you. You canât lie to yourself and act like it doesnât touch your heart a little.Â
You hide your eyes behind the sunglasses again, not wanting to give away just how surprised you are by all of this.Â
You lean closer to her, holding your drink up a little as you smile into the camera â not feeling his eyes on you.Â
Steve is unaware of the smile that tugs at his lips as he watches you pose and smile next to Nancy, a giggle falling from your lips when Nancy whispers something to you. You lean even closer, wrapping your arm around the other girl as you grin into the camera.Â
Something bubbles in Steveâs chest, a feeling he canât make out, but suddenly, he wishes that he was the one next to you, that he could be the one taking a picture with you.Â
He could. He could be the one, if he asked for it.Â
But how would that make him look?Â
What would you think of that?Â
You would certainly laugh at that and tease him, right?Â
He sighs and looks away from you when youâre done taking pictures, only to find Lucas staring at him, a smug look on his face as he wiggles his brows at him.Â
Steve clenches his jaw, rolling his eyes at the boy, he lifts his hand, pointing at him, âdonât even.âÂ
Lucas smirks, swimming closer to the edge of the pool, âI didnât even say anything.âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
Steve doesnât even hear the footsteps behind him, focused on the boy in front of him.Â
âItâs so cute how you keep checking out your girlfriend,â Lucas giggles.Â
Steve runs his hand down his face, groaning, âsheâs not my⌠listen you little shitââ
âGod,â Dustin appears next to him, no water gun in his hand any longer, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath after running around the backyard.Â
Steve turns his head to look at him, but Dustinâs eyes are glued on Nancy, thinking that she was the one he was checking out.Â
 Heâs got it all wrong, so so wrong.Â
âGotta let her go, man. I donât know how many timesââÂ
Steve rolls his eyes, he takes a step back and places his hands on Dustinâs back, shoving him into the pool.Â
He shrieks loudly before he goes down, the water splashes around him, tearing laughs out of Steve, Lucas and Max when the teen resurfaces, gasping and glaring at him. He grabs his cap that is now floating around in the water.Â
âMy cap! You got it wet!â He shrieks again.Â
Max laughs at him, âyouâre so dramatic, nerd.âÂ
Steve is laughing, enjoying the shocked expression on Dustinâs face, when he feels a soft hand on his shoulder.Â
âHi Stevie,â you purr into his ear.Â
Shivers run down his spine, an exciting feeling bubbling in his stomach as he turns around to face you, a smirk already tugging at his lips when his eyes meet yours.Â
You look at him innocently, tilting your head to the side as you flash him a smile.Â
âHi blondiââ
You mimic his action, and push him into the water the way he did to Dustin.Â
âHah!â Dustin laughs in triumph, pointing at Steve with a smug look on his face before he looks at you, âthank you, youâre much cooler!âÂ
âTold you she is,â Max shrugs at him, making you laugh.Â
Mike and Will laugh at your action.Â
Steve flips his hair, turning to face you with a groan that quickly turns into a wince as he holds his hand in front of his left eye, scrunching his nose up in pain.Â
Your smile quickly falls and you take a step closer as he starts swimming back to the edge.Â
âShit!â He curses, still holding his hand up, âchlorine got way into my fucking eye!â
You bend down as he swims closer, concern flashes in your eyes, something that doesnât go unnoticed by the smug basketball player next to Dustin, or Will who always watches closely when youâre around Steve.
âFuck, Lego headâŚâ you murmur as you reach your hand out to cup his cheek, âlet me seeââ
Suddenly, Steve lunges forward, using the hand that just hid his eye to grab yours, he opens both eyes and greets you with a smirk before he pulls you into the water.Â
Of course you fell for it.Â
You shut your eyes and hold your breath before your body hits the cold. The water envelopes your whole body, shocking it a little after spending the past few hours lying under the sun.Â
You swim back up, only to be met by a laughing Steve who stares at you smugly.Â
The teens are laughing behind you.Â
âHa haâŚâ You splash some water at the male in front of you, making him laugh even harder.Â
âCome on, Blondie,â Steve chuckles, biting his lip as he swims closer to you, âthat was fair.âÂ
You swim back, putting some distance between you both while he tries to close it, playing a dangerous game out here, in front of everyone to see.Â
Your stomach flutters when his eyes roam the parts that arenât hidden beneath the water. A lust filled look flashing in his hazel eyes as he continues staring at you like some hungry animal.Â
God, you canât do this, not here, not now.Â
You turn away from Steve, stretching your arms out beneath the water, and trying to swim away from him, away from the teens who arenât even looking between the two of you anymore, more focused on Argyle whoâs yelling at them to come out of the water to play soccer.
You swim to the other side of the pool and Steve follows, heâs not even bothered by all the eyes that could follow, though he still looks around to make sure that no oneâs watching.Â
You enjoy the coldness of the water, desperately needing it after being under the weight of his eyes. Not even the sun could fill you with such warmth that his looks fill you with.Â
You stop swimming when you feel the ground beneath you again. Sighing as you reach your hands out to hold onto the edges when you suddenly feel his hand on your butt.Â
You gasp in surprise, blood rushing to your face as your eyes widen.Â
He presses his chest against your back, chuckling at the gasp that fell from your lips. He squeezes your ass roughly.Â
âSteve!â You nearly shriek, looking around in panic.Â
Nancy and Jonathan are now sitting in the shadows, sitting close to each other as they talk.Â
The teens are now playing soccer with Argyle.Â
Robin and Vickie now cozied up on the pool loungers as they listen to Eddie, whoâs telling them a story, dramatically as it seems, he keeps throwing his arms up.Â
âRelax,â He whispers into your ear, letting his fingers dig into your skin one more time before he hooks his finger around the string on your bottoms, fingers tracing the bow that you tied before he snaps the material back against your skin, âno oneâs watching,â he says so confidently, though he missed one pair of eyes when he looked around at your friends.Â
He swims around you so he can see your flustered face, he smirks at you as he leans his back against the wall, eying you up and down.Â
You blink, trying to hide the shock in your features, your heart still racing at his action.Â
âWhy didnât you call?â You blurt out.
Steve raises his eyebrows at you, eyes lighting up at your question, his smirk widens as he reaches for your hand under water, trying to pull you closer after looking over your shoulder, but you donât budge, despite the fluttering in your heart, you donât budge.Â
âWhy didnât you?â He retorts.Â
Because every time you wanted to, reminders of your past would come to haunt you.Â
You clench your jaw, and look down, instead of answering the question he threw right back at you, without giving you the explanation that you wanted.Â
If he wants to keep playing games, then so be it. Â
You push his hand away from yours, despite longing for more. You take a step forward, and lift your head, plastering a confident look on your face as you reach your hand out to hook your finger around the elastic band on his swim trunks, making him gulp.Â
âI was satisfied,â you shrug, lying right through your teeth.
He chuckles, licking his lips as he looks around, trying not to react to your touch, to your nails grazing his skin.Â
âRight, Blondie.âÂ
You tilt your head at him, âwhat, you think youâre so irresistible, Lego head?â You ask, as you bring your hand back to your side and put some distance between you both again.Â
He shakes his head at you, smiling in amusement, âoh, you wanna continue this little back and forth then, huh?â He points between you both.Â
His spitcurl falls in front of his eyes, drops of water roll down his cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to follow those drops and watch as they fall down to his chest.Â
You donât, but if it will keep him interested, then you are willing to do anything.Â
So you say, yes.Â
You keep playing the game, you keep teasing him, all day.Â
Whether you give him suggestive looks or tease him with the way you suck on the straw as you drink one cocktail after another, you bend down in front of him and touch him whenever no one is looking.Â
You play with him, just like you did before.Â
And it drives him crazy, you know it, you can see it â the fire behind his eyes only growing stronger and brighter, itâs what spurs you on.
When the teens are gone, Argyle and Eddie finally roll up some joints, Steve lights up the fire in the pit and Jonathan gets some more drinks from the fridge.Â
You all sit beneath the starry sky, the fire now lighting up the space around you, as music and laughter sounds through Eddieâs backyard.
You sit between Robin and Eddie, sipping on your fourth drink, your mind now hazy enough for you to let loose completely, giggling at anything your best friend whispers into your ear. You donât even notice the sour looks youâre getting from the one who is sitting across from you.Â
Argyle and Robin are in some deep discussion about sex and relationships, the girl keeps scoffing at anything that leaves his lips.Â
Nancy and Jonathan watch the little banter unfold with amused looks on their faces.Â
âIâm just saying, Iâm not even speaking out of experience, dude,â Argyle slurs, holding his hands up in surrender, âI think you canât have sex with just one person and be happy with it â how can you even know whatâs good when youâve only been with one person!?âÂ
Robinâs eyes roll far back as a frustrated groan escapes her.Â
âThat is such a man thing to say!â She mumbles, tugging at her hair.Â
âIt really is,â Vickie nods.Â
âYou know, I actually kind of agree,â Nancy shrugs, taking a sip of her beer.Â
âWith who?â Robin asks, tilting her head at the girl.Â
While everyone looks at Nancy, waiting for the answer, you look at Steve, watching him watch her.Â
âWith Argyle.âÂ
Steveâs eyes widen for a moment, and he quickly looks away from her and down at the joint between his fingers, he raises it up towards his mouth and places it between his lips.Â
You saw it, the flash of hurt, the pain behind his dark eyes.Â
And you canât help but feel a pang of your own hurt, knowing how much he still mourns his past with her, how much it still hurts him that she isnât his anymore, that he couldnât make her happy, that he couldnât make her feel the way Jonathan makes her feel.Â
âOh wow,â Robin murmurs, looking down wide eyed.Â
âYou gotta experiment!â Argyle says as she takes a look around, âas long as youâre single and youâre not hurting anyone, go around and have fun.âÂ
Steveâs eyes find yours and he holds contact for a moment.Â
âMhmm, I agree.â You nod. âBut I think when you have that one person that you're deeply attracted to, both sexually and romantically, you can still have a lot of fun, you can experiment together and like, what do you need other people for when you have these types of feelings? You wonât get bored with that person.â
âThank you!â Robin claps her hands together, âthatâs what Iâm talking about!âÂ
âBut, as long as you donât have that person, you can just⌠experiment and have fun with others if you feel like it,â you shrug, taking a sip of your drink.Â
Steveâs eyes are glued on you, a weird feeling tugging in his chest.Â
"Oh, really?" Your best friend smirks at you, leaning forward in his seat, he places his elbows on his knees, âand how many people have you experimented with?â He wiggles his brows, âknowingâ about the very recent one.Â
Suddenly, all eyes are on you, all filled with curiosity.Â
âWouldnât you like to know?âÂ
Argyle groans at you, and so does Eddie, while the others chuckle.Â
Steve, who watches you, not even expecting any other answer than âtwo guysâ, knows about Billy and, well, himself. He passes the joint over to Robin and reaches for his beer instead.Â
âCome on, itâs a tight little circle, no secrets leave this,â Robin gestures to the group, âhow many hearts did you break?âÂ
You roll your eyes with a smile on your face, tugging the blanket closer to your body.Â
âWell, I have never broken any hearts before,â you start, avoiding his eyes, âbut uh⌠there have been a⌠few⌠guys.â
You miss the way Steve freezes, the way he holds his beer midair as he was just about to take a sip from the can.Â
âGive us the number girl!â Eddie complains.Â
If you werenât so tipsy, you would have probably felt much more flustered, beneath all the gazes.Â
With a sigh, you lean back in your chair, and look at your best friend, âfine⌠eight.âÂ
Eddie gasps, his brown eyes grow so wide that it makes you laugh.Â
Itâs truly a tragedy that you didnât look at Steve, you would have seen the shocked and the very upset look on his face after that revelation.Â
âHoly shit!â Robin laughs in surprise, âI-I wouldâve never thought! N-Not that itâs a bad thing of course, itâs just, youâre so⌠reserved!â She turns to look at Steve, also missing the look on his face, âlook at you, you both have something in common!âÂ
âWow,â Jonathan slurs, dragging out the word, âgood for you, grumpy.â He holds his drink up at you.Â
Nancyâs eyebrows are furrowed, her lips pursed as she looks at you in question, âso⌠are they like⌠all from Hawkins?âÂ
âOh no, noâŚâ You shake your head, now catching a glimpse of Steve who stares at you with an unreadable look on his face. âMy sister invited me to college parties, and we uh⌠went out to bars in Indianapolis, it was just one night stands⌠nothing deep, really.âÂ
âDamn, sweetheart,â Eddie whistles, âI didnât know you were so wild.âÂ
While everyone seems to be very entertained by your sex life, Steve canât help but feel irritated by it, despite not knowing any of the details yet.Â
âHow many were from Hawkins?â Nancy asks.
âJust uh⌠one.âÂ
Despite the bitterness on his tongue, he canât help but smirk, knowing that he is the one, pride swelling inside of him.Â
âDo we know him?â Robin asks and Steve nearly chuckles, but then you say something that makes the smirk drop again.Â
âUm no, I donât think so⌠I mean, he went to our school, but was like two years older? He was the captain of the football team.â
Vickieâs eyes widen, but she bites her tongue, while Robin furrows his brows, trying to figure out who it was.Â
Nancy and Jonathan glance at each other, furrowing their brows.Â
And, Steve⌠Oh, Steve is really not having the best time tonight. He knows exactly who you mean, Jacob Leeney.Â
In his King Steve era, he always considered him his rival.Â
While he was the captain of the basketball team, Jacob was the captain of the football team, and both of them were on the swim team, competing with each other to steal another number one spot. The girls loved him just as much as they loved Steve, if not more. Unlike him, who brought out the asshole side of himself to woo the girls, Jacob was nice to them, a real âsweetâ gentleman who used his plastered kindness to get his latest conquest in his bed.Â
He canât believe you were one of his girls.Â
He canât believe you fucked this many people in general, let alone Jacob fucking Leeney.Â
âYou fucked Jacob!?â Eddie jumps up, âwhen!?âÂ
Youâre a little confused by the anticipation in his features, like thereâs more he wants to ask, like thereâs more that he knows.Â
âUh⌠last year?âÂ
âIt was you!â He laughs loudly, pointing his ringed finger at you, âFuck, Jacob. Holy shit, sweetheart, are you that good?â He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
Steve clenches his jaw, glaring daggers at Eddie.Â
âWhat?â You chuckle, confused.Â
âI was outside and he approached me after making me wait for like forty minutes to sell him weed as he had asked, and he just goes âsorry man, I just had the best head and fuck of my life.ââ
Steve feels nausea rising up to his throat, blood rushing to his cheeks from the irritation that grows inside of him. He stares at you, unable to tear his eyes away, and right now, he canât tell whether he wants to drag you out of here and fuck you in his car to show you that heâs the best youâve ever had or just leave by himself as the anger inside of him grows and grows.Â
Pictures of you and Jacob flash in his mind, making him clench his jaw and holding the can tighter, bending it a little.Â
Did you moan for Jacob the same way you did for him?Â
Did you cling to his body too?
Did you beg him for more?Â
âHow do you even know it was me, Eddie!?â
âWas it at Carolineâs house?â
âDoesnât prove itâs meââ
âNovember 3rd.âÂ
Silence fills the air around you all.
âOh shit, it was meâŚâ
Nancy giggles at you and at the flustered expression on your face.Â
âLooks like you got some competition, Steve,â Robin laughs, slapping her best friendâs shoulder, âwe got a fuckboy and a fuckgirl in this round.âÂ
âIâm not a fuckgirlââ
âSure youâre not, Blondie,â Steve says a little too harshly, âjust that you fucked eight guys!âÂ
And he wonders if youâre still doing that, if youâre still fucking others, even now.Â
The smug look on your face tells him that you do â is that the reason why you didnât call? Because you had someone else who entertained you when he didnât?Â
The thought fills him with anger and he doesnât even know why.Â
You can do whatever you want, whoever you want.Â
He was the one who set up that rule.
If you do fuck others, maybe he should too.Â
âSo?â You shrug at him, smirk tugging at your lips as you finally look at him.Â
He clenches his jaw, squinting his eyes at you.Â
Youâre a little taken aback by the very obvious anger in his features, and yet, you canât help but get distracted by how good he looks under the orangey glow of the fire.
âAw, are you jealous that someone could beat your score?â Argyle laughs, wiggling his brows at Steve.Â
âYeah, Steve,â Robin smirks, âhow many girls did you fuck?âÂ
You watch him curiously but you already know that no number will surprise you. Steve was or maybe he still is a real fuckboy, maybe not the rough kind, but still.Â
He clears his throat, looking around awkwardly as he scratches the back of his neck, before his eyes settle on you.Â
âWell, Blondie and I are actually on the same score.â
And here you thought you wouldnât be surprised, you expected more from him.Â
Eddie laughs beside you, âare you playing in the same league though? What popular chick did you bang?â
Now that is something you donât really want to know about. Itâs not that youâre not curious about it, you just donât want to deal with any more insecurities.Â
But Steve doesnât bite his tongue, he could look at anyone right now, he could look at Eddie, who had asked him the question in the first place, but instead, he looks right at you.Â
âJennifer Mitchell.âÂ
Oh.Â
You have to bite your lip to stop your jaw from dropping.Â
You heard all about Jennifer Mitchell, Billy told you everything you⌠didnât even want to know. The girl wasnât exactly popular in school, but she was known⌠for one or two things.Â
Steve gives you a smug look, and you canât even hold back from rolling your eyes at him.Â
âAnd the scratch marks?â Eddie asks, smirking. âWas that Heidi?âÂ
You look down, pressing your lips together.Â
âWhat scratch marks!?â Robin gasps.Â
Steve clears his throat, running his fingers through his hair, panic settling in his gut.Â
Robin knows all about Heidi, and she knows that the girl isnât capable of rough sex.Â
Maybe the alcohol in her system and another made up lie of his, will satisfy her though, so he tells her that Heidi changed, that she is now⌠experimenting. And he relaxes a bit, when she starts asking other questions, ones that arenât about Heidi.Â
You donât sit there and listen for long, not wanting to know the details about his times with other girls. You canât stand it, so you pick up your empty glass and get up to walk into the house, âin need of another drink.â But you only place the glass on the kitchen counter and stand there for a few minutes, staring at the alcohol bottles.Â
The jealousy that you feel is nothing new, you felt it countless times before, but itâs so much more intense now, because before last weekend, you never had him.Â
Now you kind of do, and itâs not a pleasant feeling to hear all about his sex life, to wonder if heâs still seeing others â youâve been overthinking about it enough this week already.Â
You hear your friends laughing, and you wonder what else Steve had told them that is so funny.Â
You roll your eyes and push yourself away from the counter, leaving the kitchen and making your way upstairs and into the direction of the bathroom, needing a moment to yourself.Â
You turn on the light in the darkened room, but just as youâre about to step inside, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around to see Steve walking towards you, with a look on his face that you canât make out, right now.Â
You tilt your head to the side, plastering a confident smile on your lips, âmiss me already?âÂ
He catches you off guard when he places his hands on your waist and pushes you further into the bathroom, he closes the door behind him and locks it.Â
Beneath the bright lights, you can see his eyes much better, theyâre dark as they stare directly into yours. His hair somehow still looks perfect, despite being in the pool all day and constantly running his fingers through it, it looks just as good as always. His nose and his cheekbones are red from being out in the sun, heâs wearing a flannel, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, the top buttons undone. You have to swallow harshly when you eye the chest hair and his sun kissed skin that peeks through, you have to tear your eyes away but he looks so⌠good. You canât help yourself.Â
Steve lets go of your waist, he crosses his arms over his chest, his face hardens.Â
âSo eight huh?âÂ
You lift your brows, surprised at his question, you didnât think that this is what he came here for.Â
âWhatâs to it?âÂ
âAm I number eight, Blondie?âÂ
âNo,â you smirk, ânumber nine.âÂ
His jaw clenches a little, he blinks slowly as he glares into your eyes a little.Â
âWhat is it, King Steve?â You ask, reaching your hand out, you place your finger on his chest, dragging it down a bit, âafraid I have more experience than you? Cause trust me⌠that is entirely true.âÂ
He chuckles at you, shaking his head, âyou wish.âÂ
âI donât have to wish,â you shrug, âbut do tell, am I your number eight?âÂ
âNah,â he whispers as his eyes flicker to your hand, to your fingertips that trace the exposed skin beneath his flannel, he gulps, trying not to show how your touch makes him feel, âyouâre my number nine too.âÂ
âUh huh,â you murmur.Â
You wonder how many girls he had been with after Nancy left him.Â
You wonder when Jennifer happened, before or after her.Â
âYou know, you kinda flinched a little at the mention of Jennifer,â Steve says with a very amused voice.Â
âNope,â you shrug, looking at him innocently, âjust surprised you would fuck her, thatâs all.âÂ
âWell⌠she certainly knew what she was doing,â he says, testing the waters to see how you will react.Â
âAnd what exactly did she do, Harrington?â
âIâll keep that to myself.âÂ
The smile on his lips and the prideful look in his eyes sparks your anger, the one thatâs been brewing inside of you, all week. Yet somehow, the sadness and your insecurities were stronger than the raging emotion that now takes control of you, alongside the deep jealousy that pushes you to do something that you have been craving all fucking day.Â
You throw aside all your thoughts, all your worries, and you take the leap.Â
You place your hands against his chest, watching the way his smile falls as surprise lights up in his hazel eyes. You slam him against the wall next to the door that he just locked, you grab his face and pull him down, smashing your lips against his.Â
Steve gasps against your lips, and you canât help but feel excitement rushing through you. He melts against you so quickly, and so easily. He cups your cheeks and kisses back just as roughly.Â
No matter how fast his lips move against yours, he isnât the one in control today, and he knows it, he can feel it⌠and to his surprise, he doesnât mind it.Â
You press your tongue against his bottom lip, and he wastes no second to let you slip it into his mouth. He presses his palm against your cheek, moaning when you deepen the kiss further.Â
You get lost in it, just the way you did the first time and the second time. You get so lost in his kiss that nothing around you matters anymore â not your friends who could come looking for you both any minute, not your jealousy that makes you seethe, not the fact that he isnât yours. Nothing matters, only he does.Â
He keeps moaning against your lips and as you press your chest against his and you feel him against your stomach, you canât help but moan too.Â
It takes everything in you not to drop to your knees and use your mouth to worship him, just the way you had always wanted to.Â
Not yet, you tell yourself.Â
You throw your arms around his neck and let your fingers get lost in his hair, tugging at it as you keep your hands busy, so you donât give into your lust and slide your palm down his stomach and into his pants.Â
You can feel that he tries to take control but you donât let him and the moment you press your thigh between his legs, heâs done for, he stops trying to fight for dominance. A whimper falls from his lips as they stop moving against yours for a moment, stunned by your little move.Â
His hands fall from your face down to your waist, holding onto it tightly as you kiss him like itâs the last thing you will ever do.Â
Steveâs heart is racing in his chest, out of pure shock, his stomach fluttering and his dick twitching in his pants â he needs you, he wants you so bad. He is starting to grow breathless, but he doesnât want this moment to end, not yet. Itâs been bad enough waiting for your call all week, he had to use his hand more times than he could count as his mind kept taking him back to you.Â
Now youâre here, right in front of him, and you clearly still want him just as much as he wants you. And your lips, your lips taste so good, a hint of strawberry from the balm you always carry around the cocktails that youâve been drinking all day.Â
The roughness of the kiss, the intensity and your touches show him that there is a side to you that he hasnât had the pleasure of getting to know just yet, but he wants it, so so bad.Â
You tug at his hair, tilting his head back a little as your tongue keeps moving against his and the kiss somehow grows deeper and hungrier, moans falling from your lips, echoing through the room with his.Â
Neither of you care about the possible consequences.Â
Steve nearly busts in his pants when you press your stomach against his aching dick. You let your left hand roam his shoulder, his chest and his stomach, your fingertips start inching closer and closer to where he needs you the most.Â
But just as heâs about to break the kiss to start begging for you to touch him, you roughly pull away and take a step back from him, leaving him without the warmth you just provided him with.Â
He almost whines at the loss of your touch.Â
Now the room is filled with panting and loud breathing besides the deafening silence.Â
You bite your lip, tasting the beer and the mint that his lips have left behind. Your knees nearly buckle as you take in the sight of him.Â
Flushed cheeks, messy hair and puffy lips, along with the big eyes that are filled with nothing but desperation and lust.Â
Despite the fluttering in your heart, as you stare at the man before you, you canât help but smirk.Â
Who wouldâve thought you could turn him into that?Â
That you could leave him desperate and panting for more.Â
You take a step forward again, watching the way his curious eyes follow every of your movement, lips parting as he slightly leans down, thinking that you will kiss him again.Â
And you do, just not the way he wanted you to.Â
You press your lips to his cheek, giving it a soft and teasing kiss before you lean closer to his ear.Â
âIâll wait for you at my house later.âÂ
And with that, you step away from him, you unlock the door and open it, throwing another glance over your shoulder at a very flustered Steve â a look that leaves you swelling with pride and a glimpse of hope.Â
You can feel the way he reacts to your touches, you can see how red his cheeks can glow for you, how lust filled his eyes can get â something that never even happened in the past, not even once but now here you both are.
You doubt that he could ever feel more for you than this.Â
And yet, you would wait for years.Â
You would wait forever.Â
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter nine âď¸ And I'll show you if you let me, girl
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact. smut, unprotected sex, mentions of jealousy, mentions of weed and alcohol, a sliver of angst. this is written from Steveâs pov only!
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: While Steve yearns for more with you, you seem to feel differently...
Word count: 10k+
Author's note: @hellfire--cult we're getting closer to all the good stufffff, thanks for putting this idea in my head and helping me with this hehe
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The warmth of the sun is a welcoming feeling on Steveâs face as he wakes from his slumber. The sheets that are covering him, feeling soft on his bare body. The pillow beneath his head holds a scent that makes it smell intoxicating. He feels as though he had been sleeping on a cloud, the bed feeling more comfortable than his own.
He slowly opens his eyes, only to shut them again when the brightness shines into them. A groan falls from his lips as he throws his hand in front of his face.Â
The smell of clean sheets, vanilla and something flowery fills his senses, making something in his chest flutter.Â
The weight of something holding down his right arm, wakes him a little more and he opens his eyes again, a little more careful this time as he holds his hand up to protect his eyes from the sun.Â
Pictures of last night start flashing in his mind when his eyes find you, cheek squished against the pillow, hair in front of your face, eyes closed and a relaxed look in your features as youâre still sleeping peacefully.
He looks away from you when he notices your hand around his arm, fingers wrapped around it as you hold on tightly, even in your sleep. His lip twitches as he stares at it, at your soft hand, at the size of it and how much smaller it is compared to his.Â
He watches you for a moment, eyes tracing the spots that arenât hidden by the covers. His fingers itch as he stares at your soft skin. He notices the scar on your shoulder, the one that a bat left, the one that you ripped off of him, saving him from a wound it would have left on his abdomen if you hadnât saved him â you took the scar that was meant for him.Â
Your lashes flutter a little, a sigh falls from your lips before you snuggle deeper into the pillows, still sound asleep. He canât help but hold his hand out to move some of the hair out of your face, his fingertips grazing your nose ever so slightly, you donât even budge. He wonders if you are always such a deep sleeper or if youâre just worn out from the night before.Â
A smirk tugs at his lips as his thoughts reminded him of the desperation in your eyes, the needy moans that fell from your lips when he devoured you, when he fucked you, when he touched you in a way he never thought he would.Â
He canât help but react to those memories, feeling something inside of him burning with need and a deep longing to repeat the previous night with you.Â
Who would have thought that Steve Harrington would ever end up in your bed?Â
What would his 17 year old self think of him now?
While his teen self was very well aware of your beauty, he never was good at accepting his attraction towards you, especially when you were so mean to him â now it only turns him on.Â
Steve turns on his side, about to sink deeper into your comfortable, warm bed when his eyes fall on the alarm clock on your nightstand. Itâs almost 10am. Which isnât bad⌠if he didnât have to be at work an hour ago already.Â
He shoots up with wide eyes, cursing. He turns back to you in panic, placing his hand on yours, âBlondie,â he whispers, trying to shake you awake, âhey⌠psst!âÂ
All that you do is turn around in your sleep, holding onto the sheets as you stay deeply asleep.Â
He rolls his eyes, sighing as he opens his mouth again, he looks down and suddenly, every word gets stuck in his throat when he eyes the light pink sheets and the little bows on them.Â
He furrows his brows and lifts his head, looking around the room that he realizes he had never been in before until last night, but he was too busy with you to focus on his surroundings or the girly room.Â
He doesnât know what he imagined your room to be like, but he certainly never imagined this. Light colors and lots and lots of girly decorations, aside from the band posters and the horror movie collection by the TV stand in the corner.Â
The shelf across the room is littered with books and plants, tiny bottles of nail polish and perfumes. Thereâs pillows and a blanket on your window nook, along with a plushie that makes him smirk, the little bunny being something new he can tease you about.Â
He scratches the back of his neck as he looks to his left, the nightstand on his side is littered with fashion magazines, candles and a few lip balms that are lying in a tiny bowl â strawberry and cherry flavored ones.
The poster behind your closet door catches his eye next, he canât help but snort, âJon Bon Jovi,â he murmurs as he stares at the long haired singer wearing a leather vest. Â
Steve looks nothing like him.Â
He doesnât have the same hair nor the style.Â
Is that your type of man?Â
Long hair and leather vests? â Eddie surely isnât your type, and Billy was only a friend, and yet⌠there was something more between you and him.Â
His eyes fall back on the TV stand and the tapes, reminding him that he should be worrying about other things, right now.Â
He throws the blanket off himself, his feet hit the floor and he rushes towards the clothes he discarded last night. He hastily puts his boxers and his jeans on, clinking with the belt as he struggles to fasten it in a rush. He throws on his shirt before he bends down to put his Nikeâs on, not even trying to be quiet as he jumps around in a hurry, hoping that you will wake up before he leaves, not wanting to just leave without saying goodbye.Â
He rushes into your bathroom, not even bothering to look at his reflection. He quickly washes his face before he looks around in search for mouthwash, you surely wonât mind. His brows rise up when he finds the bottle behind all the lotions.Â
He walks back into your room after freshening up, halting in front of your bed. He feels surprised that you still havenât woken from all the noises he made.Â
You are lying on your stomach now, your bare back exposed to him as the sheets are low on your hips.Â
He clenches his jaw, shutting his eyes for a moment, hating that he has to leave when all he wants to do is to get back under the sheets with you.Â
What will you think when you wake up to an empty bed?Â
Will you get angry with him for just rushing out that door without saying goodbye?Â
Are you even gonna care?
You slapped his hand away when he tried to touch you last night, before you fell asleep. You probably wonât care about him leaving.Â
He canât wake you, he doesnât want to disrupt your sleep and he canât wait any longer, knowing that he will get in trouble with Keith if he shows up late, especially on a Sunday.Â
And itâs not only Keith he has to worry about, itâs also Robin, who will throw one question after the other at him.Â
He has no choice but to go, he steps out into the hallway and turns back to take another look at you, hesitating as he does so.Â
He will explain and apologize later, that is if you even care.Â
With a sigh, he tears his eyes away from you and he leaves, rushing out of the house and into his car.Â
Robin is already behind the counter when he steps inside Family Video, her nose in a magazine as she taps her nails against the wood, an impatient, annoyed look in her features when she reveals her face to him after dropping the magazine on the counter. She pushes the sleeve of her flannel up, taking a look at the watch around her wrist.Â
Steve rolls his eyes at her, throwing on the vest as he rushes in.Â
âYouâre almost an hour late, dude.â
âI know, I know,â Steve sighs, moving past her and into the backroom to clock in before he comes back to her.Â
She is still standing in the same spot, arms crossed over her chest as she eyes him up and down, snorting at the mess on his head. It is a rare sight to see, he knows that.Â
He rolls his eyes again, holding a finger up at her as he shakes his head, âdonât say anything.âÂ
He tried to tame the mess on his head when he was in his car, but the only thing that will fix the tousled hair is a shower.Â
âI see the date with Heidi was worth it,â she teases him, a smirk tugging at her lips the longer she stares at the look in his eyes, they are practically glowing.Â
Steve looks into a box that has been placed on the counter, he opens it to find new tapes inside, he eyes the horror movies.Â
âDid you have fun?â
Yeah, just not with Heidi.Â
He never had that much fun with her, he never had that much fun with anyone.Â
âMhmm.â
Robin squints her eyes at him, eying the way his cheeks flush a little, the way the blush deepens as she steps closer and stares at him.Â
Steve never blushed because of Heidi, he also never came late to work after a night with her.Â
âDid you stay the night?â She asks, knowing that he never stayed with any of his girls before.Â
He purses his lips, and looks away from the tapes and back at her, he sees the skeptical look on her face and it makes him nervous. She knows everything about him, she knows he never stays.Â
He runs his fingers through his hair, leaning against the counter as he tries to appear calm.Â
âYeah, I was really tired after we uh⌠you know,â he explains, shrugging a little.Â
âHmm,â she nods, furrowing her brows.Â
He takes a step back, taking one of the tapes out of the box, âdid you uh⌠did you guys have a fun time, last night?âÂ
âYeah,â she nods as she looks down at her rings, twisting them, âEddie was pretty annoyed with you though.âÂ
âWas he?â Steve frowns.Â
âYeah, said he couldnât believe that youâd ditch your friends to get your dick wet.âÂ
He snorts, âlike he wouldnât do that.â
âHe wouldnât,â she shrugs, âoh and uh, your Blondie seemed pretty upset too, she left early.â
Steve raises his brows, âoh?â
Steve had wondered how you reacted to his date with Heidi but given your attitude towards him when he came over tells him that you must have been really upset about it â but he didnât know that, last night. He just thought that you were having a bad day, he didnât really connect the dots until now.Â
Were you jealous?Â
Were you jealous that some other girl was getting the attention that he was giving you in the past few weeks?Â
âYeah, I donât think it had anything to do with you though.âÂ
It had everything to do with him, he knows it, he can feel it. He felt it last night, how you melted into him, how your anger began to dissolve the moment he told you that it was only you in his mind.Â
But you donât like him, heâs sure of it. You donât like him. You just want to keep this game up, and have him all to yourself.Â
âIâm sorry for bailing on you,â he sighs, trying to steer the topic away from you before he accidentally spills everything to her. Â
âApologize to Eddie or Blondie â actually maybe not to her, youâd probably just humiliate yourself in front of her the way you always do.â Â
He snorts, nodding at her, âright.âÂ
âYou could invite us all for pizza though, make it up to us, dude.âÂ
At the mention of food, Steveâs stomach growls a little. He hasnât eaten since his afternoon snack yesterday. He was supposed to eat dinner at Enzoâs, but he didnât even get past the drinks with Heidi.Â
âI could eat some pizza,â he murmurs, âIâll call Eddie on my lunch break. Youâre free tonight, right?âÂ
Robin brushes past him and walks around the counter, taking the box that he just opened, âyeah but Eddie isnât, heâs got a date tonight,â she wiggles her brows, a smile tugging at her lips, âa real date, you know? Not a sex date.âÂ
Steve places his hand on his hip, sighing as he rolls his eyes at his best friend.Â
âI go on real dates!âÂ
Robinâs blue eyes flicker with amusement, âyeah right, Dingus,â she snorts.Â
She steps away with the box in her hands, âIâm stacking these up, you can just⌠chill here and wait for another potential date to walk through the door. Oh and by the way, Nancy and Jonathan are busy tonight as well, but you can call up Argyle, Iâll call Vickie and your arch nemesis.âÂ
If only Robin knew that he was in his âarch nemesisâsâ bed last night, tangled in the sheets after your bare skin touched his and your lips met more times than he can now count, your fingers dug into his back, scratching the skin and blessing him with a pleasant kind of pain, he feels the marks that you have left on him, burning beneath his shirt and he canât help but crave more of it, more of you.Â
As everything begins to really sink in, he canât even fight the smile off his face any longer.Â
Weeks of frustration, of sexual tension and lust have brought him to a moment you both have been craving for a while now and normally the high should now be over, last night should have been enough but⌠it could never be enough, this has only just begun.Â
And he really hopes that you feel the same.Â
All day, he walks around with nothing but happiness in his features, a smile he canât seem to hide, not even when Robin confronts him about it, teasing him about something she knows nothing about.Â
He almost feels bad for lying to her but he canât help but want to enjoy this moment and keep it all to himself. Itâs only his.Â
His excitement only grows when Robin tells him that you will come over later.
After work, Steve drops by the store to get some snacks and drinks before he makes his way home. He throws the keys on the counter and walks into the kitchen, putting the grocery bag on the table, he takes out the beers and sodaâs and places them into the fridge before he makes his way upstairs and into the bathroom, finally taking his long awaited shower.Â
He puts on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black shirt, taking his time styling his hair while his mind is still all over the place. He puts on his favorite cologne, hoping that it will drive you crazy just the way your perfume drives him crazy.Â
Itâs almost 7pm by the time Steve makes his way back downstairs, knowing that everyone will arrive soon, he picks up the phone to order the pizzas.Â
Excitement flutters in his stomach and he canât even find it in himself to sit still.Â
He opens a window in the living room to let some fresh air in, he turns on the music and goes back into the kitchen to fill up bowls with chips and other snacks that he bought, he carries them over into the living room, when the doorbell rings two times and then another a few seconds later. Steve doesnât even bother to go and open the door, knowing that itâs Robin.Â
âHey Dingus!â She shouts through the house the moment she opens the door.Â
âHi Steve!â Vickie greets him more quietly and a little more kindly.Â
He turns around the moment the two girls step inside the room, with more snacks and beer in their hands.Â
âHey guys,â he smiles.Â
Robin throws the bags of candy on the coffee table before she reaches for the beers in Vickieâs hands, âIâm gonna put these into the fridge for now. Did you order the pizza already?âÂ
âYes I did, pepperoni for you,â he points at Vickie who gives him a thumbs up as she sits down on the couch, âand extra cheese for you, Robs.âÂ
Robin tilts her head, a grin appearing on her face as she turns to her best friend, âaw, you memorized our orders, Steve.â
He rolls his eyes at her teasing.Â
âArenât you the cutest?â She chuckles, winking at him before she walks out of the room.Â
He shakes his head, shooting a playful glare at Vickie when she continues to laugh at Robin's teasing.Â
The doorbell rings again and Steve almost sprints towards the door, knowing that this must be you now.Â
Vickieâs face flashes with amusement when he runs his fingers through his hair a few times before he leaves the living room. He takes a few deep breaths as he inches closer to the front door. He wraps his hand around the handle and opens the door, biting back the smirk that already threatens to break free.Â
âHey man!â Argyle grins at him as he stands next to you, âlook who I found on the side of the road,â he jokes, snorting as he looks down at you.Â
Steve licks his lips as his eyes find yours, his cheeks begin to hurt when he struggles to hide the smirk.Â
âHey guys.âÂ
âYou said that like Iâm some stray cat,â you snort as you look away from Steve, looking up at Argyle instead, giving Steve the perfect opportunity to take you in.Â
A denim jacket is thrown over your shoulders, a simple white shirt underneath it, paired with a short pink skirt, the color almost matching the one on your glossy lips â the ones he had been thinking about all day. And then he looks at your neck, feeling disappointed that there is only a faint outline of the hickey he left the night before. You covered it with makeup, lots of it.Â
âYou are not a stray, but you are a cat, girl,â Argyle says to you as he steps inside, patting Steve on the shoulder, âalways got her claws out, right man?âÂ
Steve chuckles in amusement, nodding in agreement.Â
Argyle walks away from the two of you, greeting Robin and Vickie joyfully as he walks into the living room.Â
Steve places his forearm on the door, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face. He feels warmth in his stomach, one that makes him crave you more and more.
âHey Blondie,â he murmurs.
You eye him up and down just the way he did to you, and it does everything to set his insides on fire, even more.
You look up at him through your lashes as a suggestive look flashes in your eyes before you innocently tear your gaze away, your shoulder brushing his when you finally walk through the door.Â
The smell of your perfume invading his space so pleasantly.Â
âHey Lego Head.âÂ
Lego Head.Â
It almost sounds funny to hear you call him that after the night you spent with each other.Â
He closes the door without tearing his eyes away from you and reaches for your hand before you can walk away from him.Â
He doesnât like the way you look down at his hand, the way your brows pull together, the way confusion flashes in your eyes before you look up at him with a look that gives him absolutely nothing.Â
Suddenly, as though something had washed over your face, taking every bit of the emotions that were just behind your eyes, you look at him like you always did â before last night, before you both began playing your little game, before all the teasing.Â
âYes?âÂ
Steve feels a little taken aback by the sound in your voice, by the sudden change but he tries to keep his cool.Â
âDid you sleep well?â He smirks.Â
He doesnât expect you to roll your eyes at him, removing your hand from his and walking away without a word, leaving him standing in the hallway, feeling more confused than ever, making his chest sting with rejection.Â
The look you gave him before you stepped inside, certainly didnât match whatever just happened.Â
He shakes his head, sighing.Â
Is that another part of the game?Â
Or are you just trying to act like normal so no one will notice anything?
It turns out that there is something else.Â
After he follows you into the living room, he quickly realizes that you arenât playing any games, that you arenât acting ânormalâ either.Â
Your kindness is there, just not for him, which normally wouldnât hurt as much if your âfriendshipâ hadnât evolved into something better in the past few weeks.Â
You talk to Argyle, Robin and Vickie, and you talk to him when you have to, but all that you give to him are glances filled with nothing but frustration and forced smiles, making his skin crawl with annoyance.Â
He tries to act normal, he tries to not give anything away but itâs really hard when his eyes keep moving back to yours every few seconds or so, growing more and more irritated with you and your little ignorant act.Â
He tries to approach you, even as more time passes, he keeps trying to throw jabs at you, talk to you, make jokes but you only give him the smallest reactions while your friends get the better end of the stick.Â
You laugh at Argyleâs jokes, you laugh at Robin when a pepperoni slides off her pizza and falls into her lap, you act normal with your friends but not with him â in fact, you act like nothing happened and it makes him angry.Â
There goes his hope for more.Â
The fire that you lit inside of him, quickly dissolves, making it all feel unpleasant now and he suddenly canât wait for this night to be over.Â
How can you sit there and act like you didnât spend a passionate night with him?
Like you didnât moan his name and begged for more, like you didnât kiss him as though it was your new form of breathing, like you hadnât left behind marks on his skin and on the inside of his chest.Â
He stares at you, at the way you sit on your knees, skirt riding up as you lean closer to the coffee table to reach for your drink, you flip your hair over your shoulder and take a sip, moving to face him when you notice his staring.Â
Steve doesnât even bother to hide that he was looking at you.Â
âHow was your date last night, man?â Argyle asks as he rolls a joint for Vickie. âWhat was the chickâs name, Helga?âÂ
Robin bursts into laughter, being the last one to still munch on the pizza, âHelga!âÂ
Vickie canât help but also giggle, shaking her head.
âHer nameâs Heidi,â Steve corrects Argyle, still keeping an eye on you, and boy is he happy that he didnât look away, he wouldnât have noticed the quick eye roll at the mention of Heidi, the girl seemingly causing you more annoyance than the smirk that starts pulling at his lips again.Â
âHeidi, Helga, just one and the same,â Argyle waves his head, âboth weirdass names.âÂ
âYeah, I agree,â you mumble with a sour look on your face.Â
Oh.Â
Is that jealousy Steve sees?Â
âSo was it like a date date, or a you know a date to get all wet and dirty afterwards.âÂ
Robin scrunches her face up in disgust, groaning, âdonât make me lose my appetite.âÂ
âDefinitely the second.âÂ
Steve can see the way you clench your jaw, the way you poke your tongue into your cheek as you look down at your drink.Â
âIâm still confused,â Robin mumbles.Â
âWhat about?â Steve asks, not tearing his eyes away from you.Â
âI thought Heidi didnât know how to fuck?âÂ
At that, your eyes widen a little.Â
â...Seems she learned.â
âMaybe youâre the one who doesnât know how to fuck.â You murmur, narrowing your eyes at him.
Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise, a laugh tumbling from his lips before he can even stop it.Â
You are looking at him so seriously and assured that it makes him want to scoff.Â
Are you going to pretend that he didnât make you cum twice last night? That you didnât cry from pleasure? That you didnât whine and beg?Â
He almost wants to expose this little secret to your friends but he holds back, despite the irritation that continues to grow inside of him.Â
Argyle laughs at your comment.Â
âPoor Heidi.â
To the others it sounds like youâre actually pitying her but he can hear the mocking tone in your voice.Â
Youâre giving him that glare, the one that hides the challenging spark behind it.Â
Oh, how he wants to bend you over that table and remind you of how pathetic and cockdrunk you looked beneath him the night before.Â
âOh, trust me, honey. She had a really good time last night.âÂ
He sees the way your eye twitches, the way your lips turn downwards for a split second before you mask the anger with something else. You tilt your head to the side, âdid she?â You ask, as though you didnât pass out after he made you come undone.Â
He always knew that you were a brat, he just didnât think that you were that much of a brat.Â
âCan we please change the topic or Iâm gonna get sick!â Robin throws her arms up, âI really couldnât care less about Steveâs boring straight sex life!âÂ
âWould you rather talk about this?â Argyle holds the joint up, grinning at her, âthe weed was specially delivered from California.âÂ
Robin snorts, âyeah, by you.âÂ
âYeah, told you, specially delivered.â Â
âWell, light it up, Iâm ready to try the special weed,â Vickie says, waiting impatiently.Â
None of your friends notice the way you and Steve are still holding eye contact, the way you are glaring at one another, practically challenging each other to a stare down, yet like you are ready to tear each otherâs clothes off.Â
You are the first to break, you look away and push yourself up from the floor, smoothing down your skirt before you make your way out of the room, you pass by him, not sparing him a single glance.Â
Steveâs eyes follow you curiously, watching you walk away and down the hallway, into the bathroom.
Argyle is making the girls laugh, distracting them well enough for Steve to use the opportunity to follow you, just moments later. He takes one more look at his friends before he steps out of the living room and into the hallway. The noises of laughter and music now slowly get lost in the distance as he inches closer to the bathroom.Â
He leans against the wall, opposite of the door that he heard shutting after you walked in. He crosses his arms over his chest, feeling determined to find out what your problem is.Â
He has his suspicions, but he isnât very sure about them.Â
Maybe this is just the way that you are, you get what you want, you use it once and then you move on, not bothering to stick with it.Â
Maybe you get bored.Â
Maybe you arenât as deeply into this as he is.Â
Or maybe he made a mistake this morning, after all.Â
The door opens and you step out of the bathroom, only to halt in your tracks when you notice him, you stare at him for a moment before you roll your eyes at him again.Â
Steveâs arms drop to his sides, he opens his mouth to say something to you, when you go to walk away. But he moves forward, placing himself in front of you, he blocks your way and places his hand on your arm.Â
âWait, please.â
The look you give him, should send shivers down his spine, but instead it makes him want you just more because despite all of this, he can only think about what happened the night before, how pretty you looked under him, how you moaned for him and begged for more, how you held on to him this morning. He knows you still want him â itâs not his cockiness that is telling him that, itâs the look in your eyes, the one behind all the anger that heâs getting more and more suspicious about.Â
âWhat?â You mumble.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothingâs wrong,â you shrug, pursing your lips.Â
His desperation starts growing yet again, the want inside of him begging him to just push you up against this wall and kiss you again just the way he did before the sun rose.Â
The little crease between your eyebrows is so prominent right now, showing off your irritation.Â
âCome on, donât do this again, Blondie,â he sighs, his hand leaves your arm and he canât believe that heâs already missing the feeling of his skin on yours. âJust tell me what's wrong.âÂ
You stare up at him, your eyes moving from his lips to his nose and then back to his eyes. You seem to hesitate, you seem to think.Â
But then, you do what you always do.Â
âAs if you donât fucking know.âÂ
You run away.Â
You leave him hanging.
And maybe if you hadnât said these words to him, he wouldâve let it go, he wouldâve felt defeated, knowing that he should be moving on but this, the resentful look you just gave him, one that shows just how upset you are only begins to confirm all his suspicions. Â
He will not let this go, he will not let you go, not so easily, at least. Not even when you keep acting that way towards him when he returns to the living room.Â
You keep giving him dirty looks whenever you catch him staring, you keep scoffing and rolling your eyes at him, not knowing that it only spurs him on â just the way it did when you were both fifteen, stuck in fourth period together.Â
He keeps staring, and you keep getting more frustrated â itâs so visible in your features, you canât even hide it.Â
It seems that the only thing youâre good at hiding is pain and sadness, these are the only things he could never notice on you, not until you decided to show him a glimpse of it, at least.
Steve canât help but count down the minutes until Argyle, Robin and Vickie decide to leave, so he can finally have a moment with you. And the moment he gets what he wants, he almost cheers.Â
âI think I might pass out if I donât leave in the next five minutes,â Argyle mumbles as he sits up.Â
âYeah,â Robin giggles, âme too, and you do not wanna sleep on this couch, trust me, man.âÂ
Argyle furrows his brows, staring down at Steveâs couch, âwhatâs wrong with it? Itâs comfy.âÂ
âI thought so too until I woke up with a stiff neck that one time I passed out during movie night.âÂ
Steve snorts, âtold you, you couldâve slept in the guest room.â
âYeah, yeah,â Robin rolls her eyes, getting up from the couch.Â
âDo you want me to drop you ladies off?â Argyle asks, pointing between Vickie and Robin, âdonât wanna let any of you drive home high.âÂ
âYeah, that would be nice!â Vickie slurs a little, giggling when Robin takes her hand and pulls her up.Â
Steve is looking at you, watching the way you reach for your jacket as you stand up as well.Â
Do you really think that he will let you leave after the way you behaved?Â
After you didnât even talk about what happened?Â
âBlondie,â he says sternly. âDonât you wanna help me clean this mess up?â He points to the empty bowls and plates.Â
You squint your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest, âwhy, canât handle it yourself?âÂ
Robin chuckles as she looks between you both.Â
âI picked her up, dude. Iâm not gonna let her walk home alone at night, especially in freaking Hawkins!â Argyle mumbles.Â
âDonât worry about it. Iâll drive her home,â Steve shrugs, âI donât mind.âÂ
He feels satisfied when you glare at him, huffing in anger.
Robin shakes her head knowing that you and Steve take this thing between you both very seriously, the rude teasing, the bickering, the little fights â she doesnât know just how far you both take these things now.Â
âI helped you last time, itâs only fair if you help me now, right?â He smirks at you, satisfied with the angry look in your eyes.Â
âMhmm.âÂ
âAlright then,â Argyle mumbles, passing by you, he ruffles your hair, âIâll see you around, grumpy.âÂ
âBye,â Robin teases you with a sing-song voice, wiggling her brows at you, âhave fun playing maid with Dingus.âÂ
âThanks, Robin,â you say sarcastically.Â
Vickie gives you a softer smile and a hug before the three leave the room and walk out of the house, leaving Steve alone with you â something that he had been waiting for, all night.Â
He wants to confront you the moment the front door shuts, but he decides to wait, wanting to find out what you will do now that everyone is gone and itâs only the two of you again.Â
He watches you closely, his eyes follow every twitch in your features, every flicker in your eyes as different emotions take over them. Your lips part, and he thinks youâre going to say something finally, but instead, you only sigh before you look away from him and get up. You start to gather the plates.Â
With a sigh, Steve gets up and makes his way over to you, gently grabbing your wrist.Â
âDid you really think I made you stay to wash the dishes, Blondie?â
You furrow your brows, putting the plates back down, you lift your head to look at him.Â
âOh, did you expect something else, Harrington?âÂ
âYeah,â he nods, still holding your wrist, âyou telling me why youâre acting like nothing fucking happened yesterday.âÂ
The irritation in your eyes isnât hard to miss, neither is the anger in them.Â
âNothing. Happened.âÂ
He scoffs at you, shaking his head in disbelief.Â
Never has he ever felt so agitated by someone else. Never has he ever felt this desperate.Â
âRight! Yeah, you screaming my name didnât happen, you cumming twice with me didnât happen, us almost breaking the bed didnât happen. Sure.âÂ
You grow flustered at the reminders and your lips part as you seemingly try to find your words.Â
And Steve waits, he waits for you to say something, to explain why you had been acting that way towards him, but the longer you look at him, the more you start to pull away and with one swift movement, you pull your wrist out of his hold, you reach for the jacket that you had dropped again and you leave the room with a scoff.Â
Steve rolls his eyes at you, swallowing down the anger as he follows you out into the hallway, rushing after you.Â
âIâm not up for this shit, Lego head,â you mumble as you stomp towards the front door, grabbing the handle and ripping the door open, âyour message was clear as day this morning.âÂ
The moment those words leave your lips, you confirm every one of his suspicions. That is why you had been so angry, that is why you had been acting like a brat the whole damn night.Â
Youâre one step out of his house when he catches up to you, he reaches out for your hand, grabbing it tightly as he pulls you back into his house and turns you back around. He shuts the door and locks it before he lifts his hand to cup the back of your head so he wonât hurt you when he slams you against it.Â
Your eyes widen in surprise as your lips part. Before you can throw any more words at him, he steps closer to you, using his other hand to cage you against the door.Â
The feeling of your body now back against his, makes his skin crawl in anticipation, his body aching in need.Â
âOh, waking up without me struck a nerve huh?âÂ
You knit your brows together as you huff angrily, lips puckering as youâre about to throw an insult at him⌠probably.Â
But all he can think about is kissing you, and showing you just how much he wants you again.Â
âMade it clear it was a one time thing so I donât know whatââÂ
He brings his hand forward, letting go of your head so he can cup your cheek, before you can even finish your sentence or react to his touch, he leans forward and smashes his lips against yours, finally kissing you with his eyes closed and his body now pressed against yours.Â
You gasp, almost squealing against his lips, you drop your jacket to the ground, growing tense for a whole two seconds before you melt into his touch and kiss him back.Â
Steveâs thumb grazes your jawline as he tilts your head up and he presses further into you, moving his lips a little faster against yours.Â
Unlike your first kiss, last night, this one is a little slower yet just as deep, if not even stronger. He keeps holding your cheek, liking the feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm.Â
He lifts his left hand, removing it from the door behind you and placing it on your other cheek, his fingers getting lost in your hair as he continues to kiss you, only pulling away to catch his breath.Â
His eyes open for a moment to see you chasing after his lips. He almost wants to smile smugly but he doesnât want to ruin this by teasing you, instead, he goes straight back in, kissing you again rougher and harder this time.Â
His knees nearly buckle when you moan softly and bring your hands up to his biceps, while his right hand slowly travels down your body, passing your chest and your stomach â he wonders if yours flutters just like his does.Â
He nudges his nose against yours, parting your lips with his tongue and you invite him in so eagerly, instantly moving your tongue against his. Your hand slowly moves to his neck, nails grazing his skin, making him moan into the kiss.Â
Steve feels something he had never felt during kisses with any other girls, but he canât pinpoint what it is. Surely it must be lust and passion, nothing more, nothing less. He doesnât like you, he definitely doesnât, but youâre not just a random girl. Itâs you, Blondie. The girl he always thought he absolutely despised, and that despise turned into desire. But was the desire never really there? Was he sure of that?Â
Just like now, he wants more, he wants you, all of you.Â
But he doesnât know how far you are willing to take things today.Â
He moves his hand down to your bare thigh, not moving it under your skin just yet. He taps it twice, waiting for the green light, waiting for you to make the move.Â
You donât stop kissing him, even as you part your legs for him, you keep going, you keep pulling him closer and closer, until he is flush against you.Â
He slips his hand under your skirt, his fingers trace your inner thighs first, making you whine impatiently, practically begging him to touch you as you buck your hips up against him. He bites your lip gently as he presses his fingers against your pussy, moaning when he feels just how soaked your panties are already. He pushes them aside and slips his fingers through your wet folds, bringing his digits up to your clit.Â
His dick twitches at the sound of your moan, and he is beginning to get impatient.
He could just slip inside of you with ease, youâre wet enough to take him but he still wants to stretch you open with his fingers first.Â
You break the kiss the moment he pushes two of his fingers in, a moan falling as you stop moving your lips against his. You part your legs further for him as you throw your head back against the door, closing your eyes and knitting your brows together.Â
Steve canât help but stare at your face, watching the way you get lost in the feeling of pleasure as he begins to fuck you with his fingers, he doesnât even tease you the way he wanted to all day, he needs to make you feel good, to show you how much he wanted this.Â
His mouth waters at the sound of the squelching noises his fingers cause as he drags them in and out of you, his dick straining against his pants, his stomach fluttering.Â
He leans closer to you, unable to hold himself back from kissing your puffy lips, pecking them a few times as he swallows your moans.Â
âS-Steve,â you whimper his name again, blessing him with a sound heâs been dreaming about all day.Â
He kisses you again, though while his lips move smoothly against yours, you keep breaking the kiss to murmur his name over and over again.Â
You clench around his fingers, and when he presses his thumb against your clit, you whimper loudly, tightening even more around his fingers. Youâre close, he can feel it, but he canât wait any longer. He pulls them out of you again, almost chuckling at the needy whine you let out but he keeps kissing you.Â
âHold on,â he murmurs, taking his pants and boxers off just enough to free himself, he wraps his hand around his length, pumping a few times as he smashes his lips against yours. Steve moans in contentment when you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him as you pull him closer, clearly feeling just as impatient as he does.Â
âLike hell that was a one time thing,â he mumbles against your lips as he grabs your waist with both hands and picks you up without a struggle.Â
You gasp in surprise, eyes widening for a moment. You move your hands to his shoulder and hold onto him tightly as you wrap your legs around his waist.Â
Steve presses you against the door as he moves his arm down, hooking it underneath the back of your knee while his other hand travels back to your core. He looks into your eyes as he pushes your panties further to the side.Â
âYou want me, right?â He asks as though the desperation in your eyes wouldnât be good enough of an answer.Â
âYes.â You nearly whimper in need.Â
He lines himself up with your entrance, âgood, because I want you too, Blondie,â he whispers before he slams his lips back against yours and thrusts inside of you, causing you both to moan in pleasure.Â
He splits you open, completely burying himself inside of your tightness, your warm wet walls gripping him tightly and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.Â
He scrunches his brows together as his dick aches for more.
This feels so good, this feels even better than last night because now, he can feel you, nothing separates him from the feeling of your pussy around him.Â
You are breathing heavily against him, clenching around him already and he canât help but growl at that, youâre tight enough as it is, and youâre making this even harder for him.Â
âP-Please,â you break the kiss to beg, trying to pull him even closer even though his chest is completely pressed against yours already.Â
And the moment you start begging with your eyes, he canât hold back and stay still any longer.Â
He grabs your hip and he places his forehead against yours, keeping his lips on yours as he starts fucking you. Last night he fucked you roughly, but tonight⌠he fucks you like an animal. His fingers dig into your side, holding onto you tightly as he starts pounding you against the door, loud moans start falling from his lips, joined by your whimpers, they echo through the hallway.Â
He can see the glassiness in your eyes before you shut them tightly, gasping as he picks up the pace further, and he watches you, he watches closely as you get so deeply lost in the pleasure while your chest moves up and down rapidly, your lips quiver as the prettiest sounds keep falling from them.Â
He wants to close his eyes and enjoy this moment of bliss but he canât look away from you, he canât believe that heâs getting you like this for a second time, he canât believe that youâre gasping and whimpering for him, because of him. That someone like you turns into a drooling, needy mess for him and his cock.Â
You tilt your head to the side exposing your neck to him.Â
He instantly leans in, latching his lips onto your skin, tearing another gasp out of you.Â
âSteve!âÂ
He feels your hands on the back of his neck now, fingers getting lost in his hair, you tug at his strands, only a little but enough to make his hips falter for a second, enough to tear a whimper out of him.Â
âDonât stop, Stevie,â you whisper as you hold onto him tightly, your feet digging into his ass as he continues to ram in and out of you, roughly.Â
He bites down harder on your neck, sucking on your delicate skin as his dick throbs inside of you.Â
âBeen thinking about you all day,â he confesses as he continues to cover your neck in marks, leaving reminders of himself on your body.Â
Your walls flutter around his dick and it only spurs him on even more.Â
He pulls back so he can see you again, he grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning you to face him again. You are biting your lower lip and you open your eyes to meet his, your pupils are blown, the black in them almost taking over completely, you are looking at him with such pleading and sinful eyes.Â
He moves his thumb towards your mouth, pulling your bottom lip out of the grasp your teeth just had on it and he leans in to press his lips back to yours, âyouâre so tight and wet around me,â he murmurs against them, âcanât believe I get to see you like this.â
He can feel that youâre growing weaker, that you can barely keep your legs wrapped around him now, youâre completely wrecked already but Steve isnât done yet, despite feeling so close to his own high, he canât help but want to savor this moment for as long as he can.Â
When he kisses you again, he swallows every one of your moans and whimpers when he changes his pace from fast and rough to slow but harsh and deep, deep enough for you to feel him in your stomach, heâs sure of it, and by the way you clench around him so tightly that you nearly make him cum sooner than heâd like to, you confirm it.Â
Youâre wearing too much clothing for his liking but he still grabs at anything he can reach, your boobs, your neck, your arms and your legs before his hand gropes your ass and he digs his fingers into it so tightly, heâs sure to leave a mark.Â
Your tongues meet in a feverish kiss, your noses bump into each other, you both grow breathless and yet you canât stop tasting each other.Â
Steveâs nerves are on fire, and heâs beginning to lose composure as his hips begin to stutter, he can only hold back for so long now. He quickly moves your skirt up further and presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles.Â
The squeal you bless him with sending flutters through his chest and stomach, pride swelling inside of him when you come undone for him again. Your body grows tense for a moment, your walls and contract around him before you fall limply against him, breaking the kiss to catch your breath, you still hold onto him, burying his face in the crook of his neck.Â
His moans now grow louder, even more so when your lips graze his ear and you whisper âcum for me, Steve.âÂ
All it takes is another powerful thrust before he spills inside of you, the whine that falls from his lips nearly startles himself.Â
He doesnât stop moving right away, he wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as he keeps rolling his hips slowly, coming down from the high. He can feel how much youâre shaking, how your legs are trembling now.Â
And you both keep clinging to each other, like you want to savor every last second of this, even when itâs now over. He doesnât want this to end, and neither do you.Â
And yet, it has to.Â
He pulls out of you, cursing under his breath while you whine at the loss of him. He places you back on your feet but keeps his hands on your waist in case your knees buckle. You let go of his neck but bring your hand down to his bicep, wrapping your fingers around it to steady yourself.Â
You look up at him through your lashes and his own knees nearly buckle.Â
Youâre quiet, too quiet for his liking, reminding him of what had gotten you upset in the first place, it fills him with guilt, knowing this could have been prevented.Â
He lifts his hand up towards your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up again, he leans down, surprising you with a soft kiss.Â
âI overslept. I tried waking you up but you were⌠sleeping like a log. I even moved around and made a lot of noise on purpose, hoping that youâd wake up.âÂ
You grow flustered beneath his eyes, eyes growing wide as realization flashes in them.Â
âIâ you could have left a noteââ
âI should have, but Iâm an idiot who was an hour late to work already and rushed out.â He explains as his fingers keep tracing your skin.Â
Your shoulders slump as you sigh, âo-ohâŚâ
He brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear â unaware of the way it makes you feel, of what it causes inside of you, of the kind of hope it could fill you with.Â
You keep staring at him, eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and lips, though the softness begins to disappear when reality seems to pull you back.Â
âSteve?âÂ
The shakiness and the panic in your face nearly makes his heart stop.Â
âYes?â He asks softly, as he stops touching you.Â
âY-You came inside of meâŚâ You mumble, dropping your arms to your sides.Â
Yeah, he did, and it felt unlike anything he felt before.
âYeah, donât worry, Iâm clean,â he shrugs, not understanding the fear behind your eyes. âI gotta say, I never went in raw before though,â he chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck.Â
You stare at him with something he canât read, and then your wide eyes fill with fury and a hint of fear as a yell escapes your lips.
âIâm not on the pill, Steve!â You frown at him, pushing him away from you so you can brush past him.Â
Steveâs eyes widen, his blood runs cold at your words. He quickly pulls his pants up, turning around to see you rounding the corner.Â
âShit!â He curses as he follows you, eyes glued on your back until you disappear into the bathroom and shut the door.Â
He wasnât thinking straight before, and neither were you.Â
He presses his hand against the door, closing his eyes as he tries to calm his racing heart by taking slower breaths.Â
âI-Iâm sorry, Blondie. I didnât know!âÂ
âGet me Plan B, right this second, Harrington!âÂ
He doesnât even hesitate to move, he knocks his hand against the door, âo-okay, Iâll be right back!âÂ
He steps away from the door, rushing over to the dresser in the hallway, he picks up his keys and his wallet before he rushes out of the door.Â
Itâs past midnight on a sunday, the stores are all closed, but the pharmacy has a 24 hours service on weekends, every two weeks or so, and to his and your luck, this weekend is one of those.Â
Steve had never done anything like this before, he never had to buy one of those pills, he certainly never fucked without protection, not even when he was with Nancy. Youâre his first. He wonders if he is yours too. And why is he hoping he was?Â
He didnât put much thought into how awkward it would be to ask for a Plan B, but the moment he asked the old lady behind the counter, and she looked at him disapprovingly, he suddenly wished for the ground to swallow him whole.Â
He explained that itâs for his girlfriend, the one that doesnât even exist.Â
She kept glaring at him, sighing and shaking her head.Â
He slams the fifty dollar bill on the counter, and takes the small box before he rushes out with a flustered look on his face.Â
âYou should go to church and pray, boy.â
He ignores her comment, rolling his eyes the moment he steps out and takes a deep breath.Â
Pray so the pill will work? Sure. He will try, even though he is certainly not as stressed as you are.Â
When he comes back home, he finds you sitting on the couch, bouncing your knee and chewing on your nails. He feels guilty, knowing that youâre anxious because of him and his careless move.Â
He finds the living room all cleaned up, bowls and plates are gone, the coffee table wiped down.Â
He walks towards you, his eyes soften when your wide ones meet his.Â
âHere,â he mumbles, handing you the white box that you take from his hands, right away. âIâll get you something to drink.âÂ
He makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge to reach for the diet pepsi he bought earlier. He returns back to you, pill already between your fingers.Â
âYou didnât have to clean up, you know?â He asks as he pops the can open for you.Â
âI know, I couldnât sit still though,â you shrug, taking the can from his hand.Â
He sits down beside you, watching you throw the pill into your mouth before you swallow it down with the drink, tilting your head back and closing your eyes for a moment.Â
The marks on your neck are deeper than the ones he left last night and he canât help but love it, knowing that those will be much harder to cover up.Â
His eyes move down your body, your chest, your stomach and then your thighs that are still trembling a little.Â
âHey,â he whispers, concern flashing in his eyes, âare you okay?âÂ
âHmm?â You tilt your head back down, and place the pepsi on the coffee table, âyeah⌠Iâm okay.âÂ
âAre you sure?â He asks, now looking into your eyes.Â
âYeah, thanks for thisâŚâ You murmur, pointing to the box.Â
âDonât need to thank me for that, Blondie,â he waves his hand at you, shaking his head.Â
As he takes a better look at you, he notices how flustered and nervous you look.Â
âLook, can we talk?â You ask, your voice now much softer than it was twenty minutes ago as you ordered him to get you the Plan B. Itâs even a little shaky, and he notices how your throat bobs as you swallow harshly.Â
âSounds like youâre breaking up with me⌠Thatâs kinda harsh right after I came inside of you,â he jokes, scratching the back of his neck.Â
You give him a deadpan look, shoulders slumping as an annoyed sigh leaves your lips.Â
âFuck it, Iâm leaving,â you grumble as you push yourself up.Â
But in his panic, he reaches for your hand and pulls you back down. Closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath.Â
âNo, sorry, wait⌠just⌠stay.â
He opens his eyes again, to find you looking at him in confusion as his hand is still holding onto you.Â
âStay here tonight.âÂ
Your lips part, your eyes moving across his face.Â
âW-Why do you want me to stay?â
âBecause itâs the right thing to do?â He mumbles, pursing his lips as he shrugs slightly. âIâm not like a fuck and kick out kind of guy⌠But if you want to leave, you can? I-I can drive you home,â he stutters as blood rushes to his cheeks.Â
You pull your hand out of his grasp, shaking your head at him, âno, no⌠Iâm tired⌠Itâs fine.âÂ
He nods at you.Â
You look away from him, breaking eye contact and scooting further back on the couch, now looking at anything but him as you both fall silent, too silent.Â
Well this is certainly awkward, Steve thinks.Â
You just fucked against the door, like two animals in heat and now you can barely look at each other.Â
He canât stand it.Â
âOkay yeah, we definitely have to talk about all of this.âÂ
You snap your head back at him, âno, shit, Lego head.âÂ
He huffs at you, scratching the back of his neck as he now looks away from you.Â
âWhy are you so⌠I donât know⌠arenât you supposed to be all cocky and confident, King Steve?âÂ
He narrows his eyes at you, thinking that you are judging, but youâre not, youâre genuinely confused by his behavior right now. Â
âYou would be surprised. Iâm like that only with people that donât⌠know me.âÂ
âYouâre cocky with people you donât know or⌠the other way around?âÂ
He canât give you the answer that you want to know. He canât let you know. He canât let you in.Â
He shakes his head again.Â
âAnd also the fact that you and I have a history of pure hatred⌠So we should talk about this,â he points between you both, redirecting the attention to something else again, leaving you a little speechless.Â
You clear your throat.Â
âWell, we fucked.âÂ
He almost wants to chuckle, but he holds back.Â
âUh huh, twice.âÂ
âYeahâŚâ
He blinks, taking a moment to come up with the right words, he presses his palms together as he faces you again.Â
âMy question is⌠are you done with those two times?â
You raise your brows at him, tilting your head to the side as you give him a puzzled look, while holding your hand up to move your hair back.
He canât help but roll his eyes at you.Â
âCan you put your pride aside for just two seconds?â He mumbles. âCause I definitely wanna keep fucking you, Blondie.âÂ
For a second, and only for a second, you look stunned, before a sour expression takes over your face.Â
âWhile you fuck Heidi?âÂ
Now itâs his turn to raise his eyebrows at you, you almost sound and look jealous.Â
You clear your throat again, âI just want to get this right. We keep fucking⌠whenever. And what about the rest?âÂ
âThe rest?âÂ
âYes. Exclusivity?âÂ
âWell, there isnât,â he shrugs, âI see whoever I want and you do⌠the same.â He almost chokes on his own words.Â
If he only looked closer, he wouldâve seen the look of defeat in your eyes before you looked down.Â
If only he kept his mouth shut.Â
If only he knew that his own rule would come back to punch him in his gut.Â
âO-Okay.âÂ
âOkay?â He repeats your word, eyes lighting up.Â
You nod, âyeah, but we should set up some rules.â
He nods too, âyeah sure.âÂ
He watches you take a deep breath, licking your lips as you look around the room, the room your friends occupied earlier.Â
âIâm taking you donât want anyone to know?â You ask him.
âWell⌠Yeah.â He shrugs, eyebrows knitting together as he stares at you confused. âI donât want anyone to know.â
âUh huh, right.â You mumble. âOkay. A-And, we only fuck, right?âÂ
âRight,â he nods, âthis doesnât make us anything, we just⌠fuck⌠yeah.âÂ
You blink, your lips twitch.Â
âWe can spend nights together, Iâm not gonna kick you out,â he says, hoping that he can spend the nights with you because for some reason, he canât get your sleeping figure out of his head. And he almost sighs in relief when he sees you nodding slowly.
âIâm not gonna kick you out either.âÂ
You look into each otherâs eyes as you both try to read the other, both of you moving a little closer without even realizing it.Â
The minutes pass and you both keep setting rules, not knowing that this whole thing will end up in shambles.Â
After all⌠Rules are meant to be broken.
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There is not a single fucking chance that this is going to be a one time thing.Â
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter eight âď¸ Say my name and everything just stops
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact! jealousy, angst, low self-esteem (kinda?), mentions of the upside down. weed and alcohol consumption. I will not spoiler anything here, so read with caution
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: You blindly began to follow your feelings, hanging onto a hope that died just as quickly as it came.
Word count: 10k+
Author's note: @hellfire--cult and I came up with this whole idea and we kept talking about this moment for weeks and now its finally here, I hope you guys are gonna enjoy it as much as we did hehe
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The spring wind blows through the open windows in your room, touching your skin and slightly lifting the ends of your new dress. The smell of vanilla and the floral scent of your perfume lingers in the air. Youâre leaning closer to your mirror as you apply your favorite gloss to your lips.Â
A tingling, exciting feeling bubbles in your stomach, your heart jumping every few seconds or so at the thought of seeing him today.Â
Steveâs reactions were everything you were hoping for when you teased him at the diner and in his car, yesterday. His blushing cheeks and the wide, darkened eyes filled you with victory after you had placed a kiss upon his flushed skin. You are still not sure what had caused you the sudden rush of courage, but youâre glad that it hit you because the way he looked at you, the way he reacted, the way his breath hitched in his throat finally gave you the last push to do what you had always wanted to do. Today, youâre finally going to give in to your feelings.Â
The nervous, insecure part of you is telling you that there is still a big chance that he might reject you, that you will ruin this thing between you both by making the final move.Â
And usually that weak part of your mind would win, it would fill you with enough humiliating images to pull back, to make you rethink your decision, to keep you hiding in the shadows, the way you always did.Â
But youâre no longer letting it win.Â
You will do this, even if you might lose your dignity.Â
Placing the lip gloss back on your vanity, you reach for your favorite necklace, and put it on. You touch up your hair one last time, fixing your bangs before you take a step back, eying the red and white sundress, the little bows on the straps, the dainty flowers on the material, the shortness of it that exposes enough of your skin to drive him crazy⌠you hope.Â
âJust make your move, babe. Do you really think King Steve would reject you?â
Your smile falls a little when Billyâs voice echoes in your mind.Â
Every memory of your best friend brings a hurtful pang to your heart.Â
He was the only one who knew about your feelings for Steve and surprisingly he kept encouraging you to ask him out, to make your move.Â
Would he be proud of you now?Â
Or would he still make fun of you for liking someone like Steve?Â
You step away from the mirror and walk over to the window, closing it before you leave your room and make your way downstairs. Eddie isnât picking you up for once, even though he called you three times already, asking if he should come pick you up and if youâre truly feeling good enough to drive yourself again â you are. The headaches are gone, the dizziness is gone too. All that is left are the nightmares and the sudden rushes of anxiety but you are okay, you feel okay.Â
You walk over to the dresser in your hallway, reaching inside the key bowl to retrieve your car keys when something else catches your eye. The one single key, lying in there, you reach for it, furrowing your brows as you trace your finger along the metal, letting it fall in your palm.Â
You still remember the day when Max had showed up at your house, asking for you to take Billyâs car before Neil would destroy it in a moment of rage.Â
âHeâd want you to have it anyway.â She said as she handed you the keys.Â
You remember how you broke down crying the moment you got into the driver's seat. You missed your best friend and it felt so wrong to sit in the place that once belonged to him.Â
You got the windshield fixed and anything else that needed to be repaired, before you parked it in your garage, planning to never open the gate again and just leave the car there until Max would ask for it back. And, you did leave it there, for a few weeks at least.Â
Your car broke down on a hot Friday afternoon and the mechanic at the local shop told you that it would take a few weeks to get it fixed. You walked and used the bus for a few days, and then the rain and the storms crashed upon Hawkins, giving you no choice but to take the blue Camaro.
Max even joked about it, she told you that it was Billy who caused your car to break down and who somehow let it rain and storm over the town so you would finally take his beloved car out for a ride because itâs just too pretty to be hidden and locked away in a dark, cold garage.
Youâd sometimes drive around at night, when the streets were empty and no one was around.Â
When you visited your sister in Indianapolis, you took his car.Â
But now itâs been a while, the last time you sat behind that steering wheel was right before the apocalypse almost hit the town.Â
A sigh falls from your lips as you stare at the key.Â
âNot today,â you murmur as you place it back where it laid before and reach for your keys.Â
The drive to Eddieâs new place isnât a long one, he only lives a few streets away from you now, it would only be a ten minute walk but you desperately waited for the moment when you could finally drive again, and you didnât want to pass up on the opportunity today.Â
You missed this, sitting behind the steering wheel, instead of the passenger seat, longing to be the one in control. You missed picking the music yourself â not that Eddieâs music taste is a bad one, you just need a mix of everything, not just rock and heavy metal, sometimes you just need a girly pop song â not that you would ever admit it to him.Â
When you arrive at your destination and you pull up to Eddieâs driveway, you notice that Steveâs car isnât there yet. Only Jonathanâs car is parked next to Eddieâs Impala.Â
Steve is never late, yesterday being the first time that he was the last one to arrive, so he is either still waiting for Robin or⌠running late is his new thing.Â
âThere she is!â Eddie chuckles as opens the front door at the same time as you get out of your car, âand sheâs here in one piece!âÂ
A laugh tumbles from your lips as you close the door and lock your car before you make your way over to him, eying the new shirt heâs wearing â which is just another band tee that you have never heard of before. His curly hair up in a bun and a can of beer in his hand.
âIâm a good driver, what are you talking about, Eds?â
He furrows his brows, lips curling into an amused smile, âare you?âÂ
You walk up the steps to his porch, greeting him with an eye roll, âyou know what, next time Iâll pick you up.â
He smirks, using his index finger to point at your car.Â
âWhat, with your baby Mustang over there?âÂ
You squint your eyes at him, ânope, Iâll take the hidden gem in my garage.âÂ
âWait what⌠What hidden gem?âÂ
âYouâll find out,â you wink at him, trying to brush past him when he stops you, placing his hand on your arm, he pulls you back softly.Â
âWait.â
You raise your brows at him, âyes?âÂ
Heâs got the twinkle in his eyes, the one he always has when heâs happy about something. His lip twitches, pale cheeks slowly changing color, heâs barely able to contain his excitement as he bounces on his feet.
âGuess who scored a date?âÂ
Your eyes widen, lips parting as you remember the pretty waitress from the diner.Â
Eddie is blushing, lips now curling into a full smile.Â
âOh my god, really?â You ask as a grin appears on your face.Â
âYeah! Iâm gonna take her out tomorrow night, I canât fucking wait, sweets.â He says with a dreamy look in his eyes. âShe was so sweet a-and fuck⌠sheâs gorgeous, donât know how she said yes to me.âÂ
You frown at him, reaching your hand out to pinch his cheek, âyouâre a handsome, sweet boy, Edward, now shush. Youâre gonna knock her off her feet. Any girl would be lucky to have you.âÂ
His eyes soften, he rubs the back of his neck before his fingers trace the scar on the side â you know that itâs now an insecurity of his, just like it is one of yours. Scars litter your skin from where a bat had left a gnarly wound on the back of your shoulder, from where Jason had hurt you, from where he had left reminders for you that he was the one who did this to you.Â
But your scars arenât nearly half as bad as all the ones on his skin.Â
âIâve never been on a date before,â he murmurs, eyes flashing with doubt.Â
âSo? Itâs gonna be even more special then,â you shrug.
âI just donât wanna mess it up.âÂ
âYou wonât,â you smile at him, âyouâve got that special charm, one that makes others like you right away, youâre funny and youâre sweet, now stop doubting yourself or Iâll kick your ass and hunt down every asshole who ever made you feel otherwise.âÂ
He chuckles at your words, though his eyes are still soft as he looks at you. He doesnât doubt you, he knows that you would actually hunt down every name on the list of people who hurt him.Â
âGot it?âÂ
âGot it.â
âGood,â you say, sternly.
âGood,â he nods.Â
You stare at each other for a moment before you both burst into giggles. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and he pulls you inside his house, narrowing his eyes as he takes in your dress.
âWhoâd you dress up for, sweets?â He asks, âthereâs no hot guys here.âÂ
âWell, arenât you humble?âÂ
âNo hot guys besides me, of course,â he corrects himself after clearing his throat, smirking at you.Â
You only shake your head in response.Â
You pass by the kitchen and the big shelf that was specifically customized for Wayneâs mug collection. Vinyls are on the walls in the long hallway that leads to the living room where you hear the chatter of your friends and the faint music that sounds through the house.Â
The smell of weed already lingering in the air.Â
The sound of Nancyâs giggle, followed by a voice you hadnât heard in a while makes you furrow your brows.
âArgyle is back?âÂ
Your surprised voice along with the wide eyes you look at him with make him chuckle. He knew you werenât paying attention when he told you about it days back. You were too distracted by whatever daydream you were stuck in as he let both you and Steve know that Argyle was coming back to spend the summer in Hawkins before going off to college in September â something that Eddie definitely wonât be doing, he wonât be going to college, he wonât be going anywhere, at least not now, not yet, maybe not ever, even though itâs all he ever wanted.Â
He walked the stupid stage, he snatched his diploma and he finally flipped Higgins the bird, despite the glares, despite the whispers of the people who still blamed him for what had happened weeks back but it doesnât matter, he tells himself. It doesnât matter what they say or think because he got people who believed him, people who care about him, people who were willing to fight for him, people who are worth staying for.Â
âYeah, heâs here the whole summer.âÂ
âOoh, means weâre gonna get high a lot, cool,â you giggle.Â
âLike we donât do that all that time,â Eddie rolls his eyes, though a smile tugs at his lips as he pushes towards the living room, your feet carrying you closer and closer to your friends.Â
Despite Steve not being here yet, you already feel the rush of excitement mixed with the nervousness of what you plan on doing, flushing through your veins.Â
Your eyes first fall on Jonathan and Nancy who are standing by the door that leads out into Eddieâs backyard, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, a smile tugging at her lips when she sees you.Â
âHi!â She waves at you, a friendly look on her face.Â
âHey,â you smile at her before you look over at her boyfriend, greeting him as well. You then turn your head to your right, your smile widening when your eyes meet Argyleâs already very dazed ones.
He stands up from his seat on the couch, his hair falling in front of his face a little, he opens his arms, revealing his Bob Marley shirt to you.Â
âWell look at what the cat dragged in,â he jokes as he steps towards you, âcome here, chica.âÂ
You chuckle, leaving Eddieâs side to greet Argyle, who instantly pulls you into a tight hug. The smell of weed enveloping you, right away.
âI didnât know youâd be back so soon!âÂ
âSo soon?â He slurs, patting your head when you pull back again, chuckling when you swat his hand away. âYou didnât miss me?â He jokes as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, just the way Eddie did before, he pulls something out of his pocket, handing it to you, âhere, got you a little gift from California.âÂ
Your eyes lighten up in amusement, a smile tugging at your lips as you look at the blunt heâs holding, you take it, holding it up as you look up at him with a grin, âwhy thanks.âÂ
âYou gotta share that one with me,â Jonathan grins at you, lazily.Â
âYouâve had enough already,â Nancy rolls her eyes, though not without a smile on her lips. She pats his chest, âcome on, letâs go outside.âÂ
âYeah, you guys go ahead, Iâm gonna grab some more drinks,â Eddie says before he leaves the living room.Â
You all step out into the backyard, walking over to the little fire pit where the flames are already glowing, surrounded by the comfortable seats. The sound of water flowing from the stream filling the air with a fresh scent, the smell of flowers and the trees giving you a sense of peace.Â
Eddieâs backyard is comforting and nice, despite being close to the forest, itâs making you feel safe. He wouldnât have this now if he hadnât been dragged into a world of darkness â unlike you, he didnât grow up in wealth, he didnât have a fancy house, a fancy backyard with a pool. No. Eddie grew up in a lonesome house, one that certainly wasnât as luxurious as yours or the one he lives in now. The house he grew up in was haunted by painful memories of his mother that he lost at a way too young age and his father who came and went as he pleased, it was the only thing that he had, the only thing he called his own, but that was taken from him too and he had no choice but to move in with his Uncle Wayne, who had done everything to give him a home â and now, Eddie gave him that back, he gave Wayne a home, a nice house with a nice roof over his head, a garden that he always wanted to have. Eddie had tried to keep the upside down a secret, he didnât want to talk about what was out there, he didnât want to worry him, he didnât want to tell him where all the money actually came from but Wayne isnât stupid and Eddie isnât exactly the best at keeping secrets from the people he loves and cares about.Â
You wonder what you would have told your parents if they were still here â would you have told them the truth about what actually happened at the Creel house? Or would you have kept it all a secret? You are certainly much better at keeping secrets hidden. Eddie couldnât even look Wayne in the eyes when he told him that the bite marks on his skin came from a rabid dog and not from interdimensional bats.Â
Something cold touches your shoulder, making you flinch in surprise. You tilt your head up, meeting the eyes of your best friend again, âwhereâs your head at, sweets?â He chuckles, holding the can of diet pepsi out to you.Â
With furrowed brows, you look down at the drink and reach for it, âthanks,â you murmur, âand uh, nowhere. Iâm just fascinated by your backyard.âÂ
His dimples show when a laugh escapes him, he takes a seat beside you, snatching away the blunt from your lap, he places it between his lips and uses his red lighter to light it up. He lets out a content sigh as he leans back, puffing out the smoke into the sky before he takes a look around, âitâs nice isnât it?âÂ
You nod, pulling the tab on your pepsi, it opens with a pop.Â
âItâs better than mine.âÂ
He turns his head to look at you, a bewildered look on his face, âyouâre crazy, sweets. You got a pool.â
âYou got one too!â You chuckle, pointing to the pool that has yet to be used, itâs warm out, not hot yet.Â
âYeah, well yours is fucking huge, and you got a hot tub too!âÂ
âYou got a hot tub, chica?â Argyle gasps from your right, âoh, youâre rich rich.âÂ
âCorrection, my parents were rich.âÂ
âCorrection, weâre all rich now,â Jonathan adds, pointing at you with a dazed smile.Â
âRich isnât exactly the term I would use,â Nancy mumbles as she takes a sip of her soda.Â
âThen what term would you use, Wheeler?â Eddie asks, shaking his head at her, âenlighten us.âÂ
Nancy clears her throat, placing her elbow on the wooden armrest, âweâre taken care of.âÂ
Jonathan snorts, putting his hand on her thigh as he gives her an amused smile, while she already rolls her eyes at whatever is about to leave his mouth â thereâs no annoyance behind her eyes though, no tension in her body from where he touched her, unlike with Steve, who she always looked tense and irritated with. Back then you didnât understand why, there were so many questions in your mind when you watched them and when she left him â how could anyone be irritated with Steve? How could anyone be tense with someone that provides so much love and warmth to the people he so deeply cares about? How could she leave him? How could she break his heart? Who could ever hurt Steve Harrington?Â
âJust admit it, weâre rich.âÂ
A groan echoes through the backyard, one that doesnât belong to Eddie, Nancy or anyone else sitting in the circle. You all turn your heads towards the house, finding a very annoyed Robin making her way over to you, a six pack of beers in her hand, sunglasses perched on her nose even though the sun is starting to go down already.Â
Eddie isnât surprised at her barging into his home, she does it all the time, to him, to you, to Steve, he doesnât mind it though.Â
You straighten your back, holding your drink tighter as you look away from her, waiting for Steve to walk through the door.Â
The feelings inside of you start to rise again, your heart picking up the pace as your skin starts burning from the excitement.
Robin plops down in the seat next to Eddie, placing the beers on the ground as she slumps back, sighing loudly.Â
Everyoneâs watching her, expecting a rant already but youâre still fixated on the door, waiting for him.Â
âBuckley, why so angry?âÂ
She pulls her sunglasses up into her hair, turning to face him, âIâm glad you asked,â she murmurs as she reaches for one of the beers, âDingus ditched me, so I had to walk all the way here!â She throws her arms up dramatically.Â
You furrow your brows at her words, the burning on your skin beginning to die down just as fast as it came.Â
Argyle and Jonathan chuckle at her.Â
âYou live 3 blocks away from hereâŚâ Nancy mumbles.Â
âNot the point, Nance,â she argues, glaring at her friend.Â
âWait, so Steve isnât coming?â Jonathan slurs.Â
Your eyes are wide and hopeful, your hand clutching the can tighter as you dig your feet into the grass beneath you, a weird feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.Â
âWetting his dick with Heidi seems more fucking important today,â she grumbles, rolling her eyes as she raises the beer to her lips.Â
Your heart drops.Â
The burning in your skin disappears completely as the fire is replaced by ice, the coldness of it freezing your whole body, stopping your heart and taking the false hope away as it kills every feeling that had taken home inside of you just seconds ago.Â
Your eyes are stuck on her like youâre waiting, waiting for her to laugh and say it was a joke, that he will be here soon, that he isnât out with some other girl after what happened between you and him yesterday.Â
âWhoa, what?â Eddie mumbles, holding his hands up, âso⌠heâs on a date with the girl he didnât want to keep seeing?âÂ
âYep.â
Every ounce of excitement is now replaced by the sickness in your stomach, the lump in your throat that makes you struggle to breathe.Â
What were you thinking?Â
That the game you played wasn't just a game to him? That it was something more than that? That he wanted you just the way you always wanted him? That he could ever feel something for you?Â
You donât know whether you want to laugh at yourself or cry.Â
How saddening it is to long for someone who was forced to like you.Â
While you were getting ready, making yourself look pretty for him, thinking that he might like you in this dress â he was getting ready to take out another girl, a girl that he chose to like.Â
You slowly slump back in your seat when Eddieâs laughter pulls you back into reality. You blink, masking the shocked, pained look on your face with a relaxed one as you take a sip of your drink, hoping that it will get rid of the lump sitting in your throat â it doesnât. Nothing does.Â
Your friends move on to another topic, while you stay there, where you will stay for a while now. The pain of the rejection that has never even taken place, slowly sinking in and everything around you begins to suffocate you â the dress you are wearing, the necklace around your neck, even the presence of your friends.Â
You donât want to be here any longer, you need to be alone.Â
But you canât go, not now, not yet.Â
It would be too soon, too obvious and they canât know, no one can know about your feelings for Steve, about how much it hurts to feel that way for him.Â
So you hide the pain as best as you can, you nod along to your friends' conversation, you speak and you laugh when you have to, even when everything inside of you wants you to cry both out of sadness and anger.Â
Youâre not even angry at him, you couldnât be angry at him even if you tried to be. He doesnât know about your feelings â if he did, he wouldnât have filled you with false hope, you know he wouldnât.Â
He wouldnât string you along, you know heâs not the type of person to do something like that, not even to you. But you really thought that you had something, that there was something between you, thatâs why you let your walls crumble, thatâs why you started acting upon your feelings, thatâs why you were ready to do more than just the subtle touches and the flirtations.Â
You wait, you wait for the right moment to leave, when everyone is distracted enough, you get up, after whispering an apology, a lie into Eddieâs ear, knowing that he doesnât believe you, that he will probably call you later or even show up to check on you. But he lets you go.Â
And as you leave your friends, making your way back into the house, their laughter echoes in your ears, their happy voices and the cheerfulness theyâre all feeling, that you were supposed to feel too.Â
You blink back the tears, not wanting them to fall just yet.Â
You make your way back to your car, not wasting a second to start it and drive home, your vision blurred and your throat hurting from how much you want to cry.Â
How foolish it was of you to think that you could ever stand a chance â there was never one to begin with. You will always be the one in the shadows, the one to secretly watch him, the one to secretly want him, the one with the jealousy and the heartache, the one wishing to be anyone but herself because maybe then, he would want you too.Â
The smell of smoke from the campfire is now lingering on your clothes and in your hair, tears are now falling freely, ruining the makeup that you have spent hours on, the makeup that you canât wait to wash off now.Â
You donât even want to think about him.Â
You donât want to ask yourself what heâs doing now.Â
He touched you so softly, so subtly, and yet it did everything to set your insides on fire, to make you feel special, even if only for a short moment.Â
Now he is touching someone else, in far more special ways.Â
A frustrated sigh falls from your lips when you step inside your home, itâs cold and empty, something that you have felt like for a very long time until he started the fire inside of you, only to make it die again⌠and all without his knowledge.Â
You walk up the stairs and past your room, going straight into the bathroom, feeling the need to wash away the day, as though it could ease the aching in your chest. You start the shower before you turn to the sink, not even bothering to look at your reflection in the mirror, it would only make you feel more pathetic.Â
You can feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks, the quivering in your bottom lip.Â
You hate this, you hate the sadness that you shouldnât be feeling in the first place.Â
You got no reason to be sad, you should have put your feelings aside, knowing that nothing would ever come out of it.Â
It was all so obvious, it was just teasing, nothing more, nothing less. Nothing ever happened, so why would it happen now? He just found another way of messing with you, so that you two wouldnât go at each other's throats like before.
You just have to go back. No more teasing like this. No more letting yourself get sucked into delusions. He is just having fun while you crave something more with him and get hopeful.Â
You arenât having fun. You wanted more.
You have no choice but to go back to how you were before this⌠thing started.Â
Once your makeup is off and your dress is now laying on the bathroom floor, you step inside the shower, letting the warmth envelope you, hoping for a sense of comfort from it.Â
Standing there for a moment, you let the water rain upon your skin, matching the pace of your tears that youâre willing away.Â
You will hunt Billy in the afterlife for making you believe that King Steve could ever want you.Â
You use your scented shampoo, hoping that it will get rid of the smell of smoke in your hair. You love campfireâs but you canât stand the stench it leaves on your clothes and your hair.Â
Your hands run over your smooth skin as you wash your body, reminding you of the fact that you even shaved this morning â you couldnât feel more stupid than you do right now.Â
Despite the loudness of your own voice cursing at you inwardly and the water hitting the glass, you hear the sound of your doorbell going off â multiple times.Â
âWhat the fuck,â you murmur in confusion.Â
It keeps ringing again and again â once, twice and it stops after a third time before it turns into rapid knocking.Â
You know it isnât Eddie, he wouldnât even have the patience to ring your doorbell and wait for you to open, heâd just barge right in.Â
Youâd choose to ignore it if the person outside wasnât so goddamn persistent.Â
You turn off the shower, squeezing the water from your hair before you get out, and wrap a towel around your body. The mirror is fogged, as the rest of the room is, you open the door and step out into the hallway, that now feels colder than before.Â
The knocking continues, filling you with anger.Â
Who shows up at night, knocking like a mad man?Â
Maybe you shouldnât make your way downstairs now, maybe you shouldnât open the door to whoever it is on the other side. It could be anyone or anything but you doubt that Vecna came back from the dead to knock on doors now and hunt you of all people â he could have done that weeks back, you went through enough trauma, he could have easily chosen you but even he didnât want you.Â
You rip open the door, ready to curse and yell at whoever is terrorizing you at this hour but every word gets caught in your throat and even your breathing halts for a second as your glassy eyes meet the hazel ones that you have been missing all day. Frustration and anger swirling inside them, blazing fire raging behind his eyes. His cheeks are slightly flushed, his chest rising up and down heavily as he stands on your porch, looking better than ever.Â
âSteve?â His name tumbles out of your mouth before you can stop it as you stare at him in confusion.Â
He eyes you up and down, taking in the sight of your exposed skin that is still dripping with water before he clenches his jaw, raising his hand to run his fingers through his hair, tugging at it.Â
Steve Harrington is fucked. He is utterly fucked. You have cursed him in every way possible, he canât get you out of his mind, he canât get you out of his system and the thought that you were only playing with him drove him insane. His hunger for you made him desperate, desperate for release.Â
So in his state of frustration and desperation, he called up Heidi, thinking that a date and sex with a girl he had been with before would help him move on and stop thinking about you but who was he fooling. He couldnât even kiss her when she leaned in to greet him with her lips, he dodged her. He couldnât even listen to the things she was telling him after they ordered their drinks. He couldnât care less about her. All he could think about was you. All he wanted was you. He wanted your lips to kiss him, he wanted your hands to touch him, he wanted your body under his and the more he thought about it, the more he stopped caring about a possible humiliation after heâd finally make a move on you, he needed you, and he needed to try â if youâd reject him, then so be it, at least he would know and not live with the what ifâs in his head.Â
He canceled the date in the middle of it, not caring about how messed up that was. He drove her home and without a second thought, he drove here, he came to you.Â
And now, youâre standing in front of him, in nothing but a towel, water rolling down your soft skin, big eyes filled with confusion, lips parted, lips that he wants to kiss until he grows breathless.Â
The sight in front of him does little to make any of this easier for him. You look like youâve just walked out of one the dreams he had about you.Â
âYou gotta be kidding me,â he murmurs under his breath, surprising you when he invites himself into your home, brushing past you with an intensity that almost knocks you off your feet.Â
You blink, turning around abruptly, a bewildered look replacing your confused one.Â
As you take in the sight of him, your sadness begins to dissolve as the anger you started to miss floods through your veins the longer you look at him.Â
You slam the door shut when the wind causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, you hold the towel tighter against your body as you glare at him, âwhat the fuck?â
âI have to be the one to say that!â He argues.
âExcuse me?â You scoff, your face now burning with rage. Every second that passes now makes you forget about the tears you just shed over him, irritation sparking inside of you so wildly that you want nothing more than to kick him out of your house for behaving that way towards you for no reason. âWerenât you on a date with⌠Heidi?âÂ
Steve clenches his jaw at the mocking voice, at the smirk now tugging on your lips. He chuckles, though not in amusement, he points a finger at you, âsee, thatâs what Iâm fucking talking about!â
Your brows knit together at his outburst, the fire in his eyes growing stronger and bigger.Â
âHarrington, if you came to yell nonesense at me, just fucking leave!â You roll your eyes and turn away from him, making your way back towards the stairs.Â
But his scoff stops you.Â
âOh, so you keep running away huh!? Didnât you already get over that!?âÂ
You turn around with nothing but anger boiling inside of you, ârunning away!? From what!?â
This should have been enough to make him turn around and leave, because clearly nothing changed, clearly this is still just a game to you â but he has hope, and he is desperate enough to throw every bit of his dignity away and risk something.Â
âOh, donât play fucking dumb right now. Acting like that for two weeks and pretending to be stupid is not a good look on you, Blondie.âÂ
You take in a sharp breath, digging your fingers into your towel as you frown at him.Â
What does he want from you?Â
Why did he come here?Â
Was the date so bad, was the sex so awful that he had to come here to torture you?Â
Without another word, you turn around and you stomp up the stairs, not wanting to see him, not wanting to hear his voice anymore.Â
Your heart starts pounding in your chest again, and you canât help but wonder â did he figure you out? Did he figure out your feelings? Is that why he is here? To confront you about them? To reject you?
You feel more and more stupid about what you had wanted to do when you woke up this morning.Â
Just when your feet carry you up to the second floor, and you rush across the hallway to walk into your room, his footsteps echo behind you, making you more irritated than before. You turn around to face him, but before you can even say anything, Steve is suddenly right in front of you, and his hands reach out to grab your waist, he pushes you against the wall behind you, gently, careful not to hurt you.Â
The gasp that falls from your lips startles you. His hands that touch the only thing that covers your body leaving your skin on fire. Your heart rate picks up so rapidly that it nearly steals your breath away. You look up into his golden brown orbs, the ones that are nearly black as he steps even closer, invading your space completely, making you breathe in the scent of his cologne, the one that has butterflies swirling in your stomach.Â
He catches you off guard completely.Â
You feel so vulnerable, so exposed as you stand there, caged in by his arms, his breath on your skin, his eyes that are filled with so much hunger.Â
The words die on your tongue, and yet, after you breathe in more of his scent, you open your mouth to speak.Â
âShut up, Blondie⌠Just shut up for a second,â he murmurs, interrupting whatever words you had prepared to lie to him with.Â
His right hand leaves your waist, inching closer to your stomach as his fingers trace the hem of your towel, drool already forming in his mouth at the sight of you, he is ready to take you, ready to devour you and make you scream his name before he fucks you for only this time.Â
He notices the way your chest is moving, the way your breathing stutters.Â
âW-What are you doing, perv?â You stutter as you watch him play with the opening of your towel.Â
He canât help but laugh, shaking his head at your insult.Â
âPerv? Are you going to continue to play fucking dumb?âÂ
âDumb? You are the dumb one if you think that Iâm going to be the one to break into your teasing.âÂ
Steveâs eyes flash with satisfaction.Â
This is what he wanted â to hear you admit that you were playing that game with him after all and not because you were playing him and stringing him along just to turn him down to gain something from it, whatever it might be. No. You were doing just what he was hoping for, all along.Â
You want him just as much as he wants you and thatâs all he needs to know.Â
You roll your eyes at him, turning your head as you try to push your way out of his grasp but before you can even step away from him, his hands stop you but not on your waist this time. His large hands cup your cheeks, making you freeze. You stare at him wide eyed when he brings you closer, and you canât even react before his whole body is suddenly pressed against yours, your heartbeat lurches into your throat.Â
As though his touch wasnât shocking enough, his next move almost causes you to collapse, because now it isnât only his body against yours, his hands on your cheeks or his breath on your skin, now itâs his lips⌠his lips on yours, his lips moving against yours in desperation as he takes every last of your breath and makes it his own.Â
You canât do anything, you canât move, you canât breathe, you canât even blink as you stare at him â how his eyes are closed and his cheeks are flushed, the furrowed brows as he kisses you with a kind of passion no one has ever kissed you with before.Â
Steve is kissing you.Â
Steve Harrington is kissing you.Â
His lips are moving roughly against yours, his hands holding your cheeks so softly, yet with an intensity.Â
This is all you ever wanted, to feel his touch and his lips on yours but you are too stunned to move, too surprised to kiss him back right now, too distracted wondering if this is real or not.
Along with the shock, you feel the slightest bit of insecurity flooding through you because even though he is kissing you, you canât help but wonder why. Why isnât he with Heidi? Why isnât he kissing her right now? Did she turn him down? Did he come here because he just needed someone? Because he knew that you would fall for this? Or is this just another way for him to tease you?Â
Those questions prompt you to push him away, forcing him to break the kiss that he was so deeply lost in.Â
You notice the way he begrudgingly pulls away, the way he seems so drawn to your lips, the way his brows furrow in confusion now, his face is flushed and his pupils dilated as he looks at you with nothing but desperation in his eyes â he isnât teasing, he wants you, he wants you right now and isnât that all that matters? That he wants you?
His eyes stare into yours as he is breathing heavily. A flash of rejection takes over his features and by the look in his eyes, you can tell that he is beginning to get lost in his anxious thoughts â thoughts that you quickly shut down by making the move that he just made. You cup his cheeks and you pull him down, closing your eyes as you slam your lips against his for the very first time.Â
Unlike you, he wastes no second to reciprocate the kiss, a sigh of content leaving him as he presses you back against the wall.Â
Warmth blooms in your stomach, one that doesnât stay the same temperature for long because the moment he deepens the kiss, the moment his hands hold you tighter and his knee parts your legs, sliding his thigh in between yours as the kiss gets rougher and rougher, you feel the warmth evolving into a deeper, burning sensation â a fire inside of you that only he can mend.Â
You canât believe that this is happening, that something that you had been craving for years is now here.Â
And Steve, he feels his heart pounding in his chest from the rush, from the adrenaline, from his desperation that grows bigger and stronger when he feels just how much you want him as your lips move roughly with his.Â
You're hesitant with your touch, but when he grabs your face and pulls you even tighter against his body, his thigh pressing stronger against your core, you canât help but throw your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into the hair that youâve always wanted to touch.Â
You can feel him smirking against your lips when you moan into the kiss, which prompts you to tug at his hair and press your tongue against his bottom lip.
He welcomes it into his mouth so eagerly, his tongue now clashing against yours as his palms slide down to your waist while your hands reach for the front of his shirt, fisting the material tightly as you begin to drag him into your room.Â
You both know, you both feel where this is going, what this is leading to â what the past few weeks have been leading to.Â
You want this, you need this, you need him, even if just for tonight.Â
And you know, you already know that you will be done for, that he will ruin you for anyone else but you couldnât care less, right now. Especially when he kisses you with so much roughness, everything about this setting all your insides on fire, leaving your skin burning and yet aching for more.Â
Steve is careful not to step on your bare feet as you lead him backwards into a different room. Excitement bubbles in his stomach and he grows even more breathless than before, he pulls away and breaks the kiss but doesnât hesitate to latch his lips onto your neck, kissing and biting your flesh, âI fucking hate you, Blondie. I hate that I want you so much.âÂ
Your lashes flutter as you close your eyes, tilting your head to the side as you feel your stomach and your heart fluttering at his touch, at his lips on your skin but especially at his words.Â
Your knees grow weak and a needy whimper falls from your puffy lips.Â
All that echoes in your mind now is I want you. I want you. I want you.Â
You donât even care about the other things he said to you, you only care about the three little words you have only ever dreamt of before.Â
You almost fall when you feel the back of your legs hitting your bed, but he keeps you upright, not pushing you down just yet. He keeps nibbling on your neck, kissing, biting, sucking as he breathes heavily against you, growing harder against your stomach.Â
âCouldnât even finish the fucking date, couldnât do anything cause I kept thinking about you, Blondie,â he speaks into your neck, fingers now dangerously close to your bare skin behind the towel.Â
Your heart nearly explodes at his words and you canât help but sigh in relief, knowing that nothing happened between him and Heidi. And all because of you.Â
âYou drive me fucking crazy, I want to rip the towel right offââ
âThen do!â You whine, not caring about how eager and desperate you sound, âshow me how much you hate me, Stevie.âÂ
He pulls away from your neck after placing another wet kiss to your skin, strands of your hair getting caught in his as he faces you again, with flushed cheeks and almost black eyes he looks at you and takes in the sight of you, the pout on your lips, the flustered look on your face, big eyes that you are begging him with.Â
He doesnât even bother to look around the room, just caring about the bed behind you.Â
He rips the towel off your body, letting it fall to the ground, his hands find your bare waist that he grips tightly as he throws you on the bed, smirking at the gasp that leaves your lips again.Â
Without hesitating to, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and rips it off.Â
Just like back then on the boat, when he took his shirt off before he jumped into the water, you stare at his chest, almost drooling at the delicious sight in front of you. His broad shoulders, the scar around his neck that makes him look even hotter, the hairs on his chest, the muscles in his arms that have visibly gotten bigger since high school. You bite your lip as your eyes move down, almost whining when you see the bulge in his tight jeans.Â
You wish you could run your finger down his chest and his stomach, tracing every little scar that the bats have left behind, but instead, you push yourself up, blushing at the fact that you are completely bare in front of him. You reach for his belt, fingers beginning to fumble with the metal when he stops you with a simple touch and a headshake.Â
âNone of that,â he murmurs as he leans over, his hands digging between your ass and the mattress as he suddenly pulls you to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees before you, he throws your legs over his shoulder and looks up at you with hooded eyes, âI need to hear you first.âÂ
You nearly combust when you feel his breath on your pussy and his lips on your inner thighs. A whimper falling from your mouth as you try to close your legs out of instinct, blushing even harder than before.Â
âYouâre fucking soaked,â he smirks, holding your thighs open as he teasingly slips a finger through your folds, âall for me, huh?âÂ
You donât answer but you donât need to, the loud moan that you let out when he dives right into you with his tongue, gives him everything he needs to know.Â
He moans in content as he grabs your ass roughly, eyes rolling back when he tastes you for the first time, he almost starts drooling over you, finding pleasure in this.Â
He teasingly licks a stripe up from your entrance to your clit, circling the tip of his tongue around your already aching nub as he uses his fingers to part your lips.Â
You scrunch up your face as his tongue pleases you in ways your fingers never could, sighs and whimpers start escaping you as he now presses his thumb against your clit and he starts eating you out, his moans vibrating against you.Â
Your mouth falls open as your back arches in pleasure, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you as you fall apart completely.Â
No words are spoken as you both just enjoy this moment of bliss, him getting lost in you, you getting lost in the pleasure he blesses you with.Â
You focus on everything and also on nothing â his whimpers send shivers through you, his tongue that he fucks you with making you gasp and drool, and despite the heaviness in your eyes, you manage to open them, wanting, needing to see him.Â
He eats you out slowly, yet desperately, fingers and tongue now working together to unravel you. His eyes are closed and he keeps moaning and whimpering as saliva runs down his chin. He looks so content, so pleased from only this.Â
Steve curls his fingers inside of you as he keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it.Â
Tears of pleasure prickle in your eyes as needy sounds keep escaping you. You hold the sheets even tighter now, closing your legs around his head, caging him in between them.Â
Steve finally opens his eyes, they darken even more now when he sees how you are falling apart for him, it only prompts him to fuck you even harder with his tongue and his two fingers.Â
Your moans and whimpers are enough to drive him crazy, enough to make the erection in his pants feel painful but he wants more, he needs to hear his name falling from your lips and he gets what he wants only seconds later when your body grows tense and your back arches again as a tear rolls down your cheek.Â
âSteve!â You nearly scream as you come undone, writhing beneath his touch.Â
You tilt your head to the side, bringing your hand up to your face, you bite your teeth into your knuckles as hot tears run down your flushed cheeks.Â
Steve laps at your pussy, moans still falling from his mouth. Only as you whimper weakly does he pull away from you, but not without giving your clit another teasing lick, causing you to spasm which only makes him chuckle darkly.Â
He carefully removes your legs from his shoulders and lets go of you before he rises back to his full height.Â
You instantly press your legs together, breathing heavily as you try to calm down from the orgasm he just gave you.Â
What Steve didnât do before was take in the sight of your bare body, and now as he does it, he has to swallow harshly, his dick twitching in his jeans, begging for release. He finds himself aching for you, even more than before, he not only wants you, he needs you in ways he canât even describe.Â
He watches the way your chest glistens with sweat, your nipples hard from the pleasure that curses through your body, your eyes are shut, your brows pulled together. He licks his lips before he bites down as his eyes trace every inch of your skin, the scars that make you look even more attractive.Â
It takes everything in him not to drop to his knees and taste you once again.Â
He needs you, he needs to feel you wrapped around his dick, he needs to hear your moans as he fills you to the brim, he needs to fuck you.Â
Steve unbuckles his belt, the metal clinking against each other, causing you to open your eyes at the sound.Â
You look at him through your glassy eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows as you watch him unbutton his pants but before he pushes them down, he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket and you watch him curiously.Â
He opens it to take out the condom he had prepared for a different⌠less exciting occasion. He hastily pushes his pants and boxers down, his dick slaps against his stomach and he fails to notice the way your eyes widen or the way your lips part in surprise at the sight, at the size of him. He steps out of his shoes, cursing under his breath as he pushes them aside before he uses both hands to part your legs, getting on the mattress.
Before he rips the foil apart, he looks into your eyes, wanting your consent first but no words have to leave his mouth because you are the first to make the move, you sit up slightly, taking the tiny foil pack from his fingers, surprising him by bringing it up to your lips and ripping it open with your teeth.Â
Despite the streaks of tears on your skin, the fucked out look in your eyes, the shakiness in your body, you look at him so dangerously.Â
And he canât do anything but watch you in awe for a moment, how you wrap your much smaller hand around his dick, pressing your thumb against his slit to tease him.Â
âO-Oh fuckâŚâ He shudders, eyes nearly closing at only that.Â
You bite your bottom lip, trying not to drool as you roll the condom over his length. You look up at him again to find him staring at you with flushed cheeks and lust in his eyes. Itâs dark in the room, but you can see each other just well enough, the moon shines brightly into your room tonight.Â
You canât even help yourself when you cup his cheeks and pull him down for a kiss, closing your eyes when your lips meet again.Â
He grabs your waist, making you crawl back until youâre far enough on the mattress for your head to hit the pillows when he pushes you down. He presses his hands on your knees and you part your legs eagerly for him.Â
His fingers trace your skin as he brings his hand up, passing your hip bone and your waist and grabbing your boob with roughness as he slips his tongue into your mouth, wanting you to taste yourself. He pinches your nipple with his fingers, smirking against you when you whine and writhe underneath him.Â
You reach your hand down, not wanting to waste any more seconds, you wrap your hand around his dick again, jerking him off a few times before you line him up with your entrance, whining desperately again.Â
Steve breaks the kiss and opens his eyes to look at you, âyouâre so desperate for my cock, huh?â He breathes, still playing with your nipple.Â
You raise yourself up a little, pecking his lips again as you nod your head.Â
He canât believe that you are this needy for him, that you are giving him those eyes.Â
If only he knew how many times you have dreamt of this moment.Â
âPlease,â you whimper.Â
âPlease what, Blondie?â He teases you as his hand now slides down your stomach, fingertips brushing your clit, making you shiver.Â
You blink and you breathe heavily as you place your hand on his shoulder, âplease fuck me, Steve⌠PleaseâŚâ
A satisfied smirk appears on his face, your desperation making him feel smug â but the smugness quickly dissolves into something else when he pushes inside you and feels your tightness around him for the very first time.Â
You breathe in harshly and hold it, shutting your eyes when you feel him stretching you out. Nothing could have prepared you for this moment, not his tongue, not his fingers, nothing. The stretch is both painful and delicious, it makes you gasp but it also makes you drool as he inches deeper and deeper.Â
Steve can only curse and whimper in pleasure as he watches his cock disappearing inside of you, he doesnât push in fully though, too scared to hurt you.Â
He bites his bottom lip, bottoming out again before he pushes back in, listening to the wet sound and the neediness in your voice as you moan.Â
âM-More,â you whine, your eyes now watching him, âpleaseâŚâ
His dick twitches at the sound of that and at the look on your face.Â
âFuck me, Steve.â
He doesnât need to be told twice, he pushes in deeper than before, until heâs buried inside of you completely. Usually, he would take a moment to catch his breathe, to adjust to the tightness but he is too eager, too desperate for this. So he grabs your hips and he starts thrusting, slowly at first, not wanting to hurt you.Â
You gasp, hands finding the sheets beneath you again as your eyes follow the movement of his hips, watching the way his dick slides in and out of you. You throw your head back and look at his face next.
Strands of his hair fall in front of his eyes, his lips are puffy from all the kissing, his cheeks are flushed. He is moaning, for you, because of you. You are in utter bliss, feeling pride swell in your chest when he moans even louder as you clench around him.Â
He watches the way he fucks you, eyes growing darker and darker and then, he looks at your chest, the way your tits bounce from the movements, something that prompts him to move his hips even faster, fucking into you harder now.Â
âF-Fuck,â you whine loudly.Â
His eyes meet your face and the pleasure on it is suddenly not enough for him, he wants to throw you over the edge, he needs to hear you scream for him.Â
He curses under his breath when you clench around him again.Â
Steveâs knees dig into the mattress, his fingers now holding you even stronger than before, he is sure to leave bruises but you donât mind, you would never mind. He fastens his pace, railing into you and thrusting in and out of you, making you fall apart in the matter of a few seconds. You canât speak, even if you tried. All that you can do is moan pathetically, letting him use you.Â
âYou take me so well, holy shit, Blondie,â he whimpers, voicing out his thoughts, brows scrunching together as he watches you, your lips parted, moans that he only ever dreamt of leaving you. âL-Look at you, fuck. If I knew that my cock would shut you up, I wouldâve done this a long time ago.âÂ
âS-Steve!â You whine with a high pitched voice, something that only leads him to pound you even harder even if a tiny part of him wants to mock you.Â
Your eyes roll back, the tension in your stomach rolling back in, only stronger and hotter this time, and you already donât know what to do with yourself, but when he suddenly reaches for your legs, hooking the back of your knees around his forearms, your eyes widen when they meet his again and a wicked smirk appears on his face as he starts fucking you from a different angle, snapping his hips into yours so wildly that you canât help but cry out as your eyelids become droopy, tears now begging to be released, just like the drool that starts coming from the corner of your mouth.Â
The room now filled with nothing but the dirty sounds of your skin slapping together, the squelching noises from your pussy and his pleasing moans.Â
Steve watches you in awe, eyes growing wide when he sees just how cockdrunk you are for him.Â
He fucks you recklessly, eagerly and as though it is the last thing he will ever do.Â
Your tears fall freely, your whimpers turning into cries the moment his thumb finds your clit again.Â
He feels your walls clenching around him, gripping his twitching cock tightly â and he knows youâre close, he knows that he is close but he doesnât want to stop, he doesnât want this moment to be over.Â
Steve savors every second, pounding into you roughly and harshly, grabbing your face with his left hand when your head falls to the side, he needs to watch you, he needs to see you when you cum around him.Â
âYou wanna cum for me?â He asks breathlessly.Â
You nod eagerly, without letting a word fall from your lips, you only nod and whine.Â
You feel the overstimulation rushing through you, the fire in your stomach that is about to burst into something bigger. You can feel him everywhere, he is so deep inside of you that it makes your body shake like crazy, but it feels good, so good that it almost wants to make you cry for different reasons when you think about how this could be a one time thing.Â
His hand leaves your face, he throws his palm into the pillow next to you, holding it tightly as his own eyes fall shut now, moaning your name as he picks up the pace of his fingers against your clit, his hips snapping faster into yours now.Â
âI-Iâmââ
âI know, I knowâŚâ He coos, letting his face fall into the crook of your neck.Â
You feel the urge to feel him even closer, so despite the weakness in your body, you use every bit of your strength to lift your hand and press it against his warm back.Â
âCum for me,â he whimpers into your neck before he bites into your flesh, marking you up for anyone to see.Â
A loud gasp tears out of you as his last thrusts grow rougher and his fingers move faster, you canât help but dig your nails into his back, scratching him as stars blur your vision and the shockwaves grip your body so tightly as you cum around his cock, just as he spills into the condom, moaning into your neck.Â
You canât even feel your tears nor the drool still coming out of your mouth, all that you can feel is him. Your arm now falls back onto the mattress and your eyes shutting as the darkness starts to envelope you.Â
âF-Fuck,â he whispers as he stops moving, pressing another kiss to your neck before he pulls out of you, hissing at the feeling.Â
He can feel your trembling body beneath his, the sighs that keep falling from your lips, he smugly pulls away to take a look at you, only to see your eyes dropping as you start to lose your consciousness.Â
âShit,â he whispers, cupping your cheeks, âyou okay, Blondie?âÂ
You nod as best as you can, slapping his hand away as you snuggle into the pillows, not even bothering with the blanket.Â
He scratches the back of his neck, pressing his lips together as he watches you fall asleep so quickly. He canât help but feel smug as he looks at the way your thighs are trembling still.Â
He stands up, leaving the room to walk into the bathroom, where the light is still turned on. He steps inside, noticing how the mirror is a little fogged, the smell of vanilla and strawberries lingering in the air, making his stomach flutter ever so slightly.Â
Discarded clothes lay on the ground, he picks them up and puts them on the counter before he rolls off the condom, tying it up before he throws it into the trash. He turns towards the sink and washes his hands before he walks back into your room, a smile tugging on his lips.Â
He plops down beside you, pulling the cover over you and himself, scooting closer to you.Â
He doesnât know where this will go or what is going to happen tomorrow but as he looks at your stained face, and every single previous second replays in his head, he is sure of one thing.Â
There is not a single fucking chance that this is going to be a one time thing.Â
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter seven âď¸ Got a feeling your electric touch, could fill this ghost town up with life
Warnings: 18+, minors don't interact. mentions of sex, mentions of unrequited feelings, sexual tension, reader teasing Steve sexually, not giving away anything else
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Summary: After you and Steve cross a line, you are the one to take things to a whole new level â driving Steve insane with your never ending teasing.
Word count: 7.4k+
Authorâs note: I know you keep yelling at me but anyways -- shoutout to @hellfire--cult for helping me with this, especially the uh last part hehe.
Also, @prettyboyeddiemunson talked about a little crossover thing, and I love her girl in gods & monsters so she's making a little appearance here for Eddie hehe, all credits go to my bestie of course, the character belongs to her! If you haven't read the story yet, go check it out, it's one of my faves!
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Staring up at the ceiling, Steve sinks deeper into his pillows, finding more comfort in his bed than usual, he takes a deep breath as he runs his hand over his face. He should feel content, knowing that heâs got the day off but instead he feels tense and frustrated in a way he had never felt before.Â
His mind could be anywhere right now, he could think about the new tapes he stacked up at work last night, he could think about the show he watched before he went to bed, he could think about the mixtape Eddie had made for him, he could think about the girl that so obviously tried to flirt with him at work the other day, his mind could take him to any place, his imagination could be limitless but no, his mind is somewhere it shouldnât be, his mind is with you.Â
Nothing he does, nothing he tries to think about can drag his thoughts away from you. You occupy every space of his mind, reminding him of how much control you had taken over him ever since you both crossed a line that changed things between you both.Â
Steve may have been the one who started it at all, but you are the one who took the game to a whole new level.Â
The little accident in his kitchen that happened weeks ago, was only the start of it all.Â
Steve wasnât exactly subtle when he kept checking you out before the fiasco with the broken lever, and he wasnât subtle with his touches either. He was treading on thin ice, he knew that, he knew that his slight teasing could have easily backfired if you reacted differently but it didnât, and your reactions were everything that he was hoping for. You grew flustered, you started blushing, you stuttered and you looked at him the way he was hoping you would.Â
But, what he didnât expect was for you to tease him back, especially in a way that had him blushing, stuttering, and staring at you in shock.Â
You were so innocent and shy at first, doing everything as subtly as possible. It started with gentle touches on his arm or his hand, soft whispers during dinner whenever he sat beside you, or long eye contact. Then, you realized just how much power you had over him and things quickly developed into something more, something so much deeper.
Your teasing was no longer innocent and your shyness seemed to have slipped away more and more, little by little.Â
The look in your eyes was no longer a shy one whenever you looked at each other. There was a fire behind your eyes that he had never seen before. The smirk that tugged at your lips wasnât the same one you usually looked at him with, it was different, mischievous, and very suggestive â a little too suggestive for someone like you because if someone else had looked at him the way you do, heâd think that theyâre flirting but you donât do that and certainly not with him.Â
The only explanation for your behavior is that you are teasing him, playing with him just the way he did with you but not because you want him. He started something that night when Hopper and Joyce announced their engagement. It was harmless at first, his teasing was light and playful, he loved to see those sweet reactions of yours but Steve didnât know that it was a dangerous game that he had started, he didnât know that heâd be playing with fire the moment heâd touch you.Â
Because you are far from harmless, and your teasing is not light and playful in the slightest. If it was, he wouldnât be feeling like this right now; frustrated, agitated and filled with pent up emotions that he canât even make out in his own head.Â
He closes his eyes again as a groan falls from his lips, he shakes his head at himself, cursing inwardly for thinking about no one other than you.Â
Has it always been that way?Â
Have you always been on his mind?Â
Or is it something new?
An unspoken deal was made between the both of you when you two started this. There are no rules, just a winner and a loser â whoever breaks first loses and so far, it seems like Steve wonât even get close to winning, even though he was the one to start it all so confidently.Â
You clearly have taken over, because the moment you looked at him with innocent big eyes and a pout on your lips while pressing your chest against his arm when you tried to squeeze past him, your boobs nearly spilling over your cute little top, your voice sounding raspy from all the weed you had smoked that night, he was done for.Â
It wasnât the first time that a girl had done something like this to him, plenty of girls have given him those innocent eyes, have pressed their boobs against him, in much less clothing⌠but something about you drives him especially crazy. Maybe itâs the fact that you both hate or dislike each other or maybe itâs the fact that he is just extremely frustrated â sexually frustrated. Maybe that is the only reason why you get to him in that way⌠why he feels the want to continue this little game or why he feels the intense need to fuck you and get you out of his mind, once and for all.Â
Another groan falls from his lips when he remembers that Robin bailed on him after she called him in the middle of the night, telling him that she wouldnât make it to lunch today, meaning that it will be just Eddie, you and him.Â
A part of him even looks forward to seeing you, the other part doesnât because he already knows how he will feel afterwards, while you will probably go home feeling satisfied after teasing the hell out of him.Â
Every time before you leave, you look at him as though you had done nothing wrong, which sometimes leads him to believe that youâre not even aware of all the teasing you torture him with and that he was the only one playing this game, all this time.Â
Steve drags himself out of bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower so the water can heat up while he brushes his teeth. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, rolling his eyes at the mess on his head, he brings his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it.Â
As he thinks about what to wear, he gets lost in his thoughts, thinking about you, wondering what you will wear. Are you going to wear a dress? Another short skirt to drive him crazy with?Â
He rolls his eyes, cursing inwardly at himself for thinking about you again.Â
He needs to get this out of his system.Â
He needs to get you out of his system.Â
And there is only one way to do it and he knows it, but heâs not even sure where your feelings stand, if youâd be down for what heâs longing for or if youâd laugh in his face if he even tried to suggest something like it. â Your reaction would probably be the latter, and just the thought of it is enough to bring the grumpiness out in him.Â
He begrudgingly starts getting ready, all while his mind keeps him occupied with thoughts about you.Â
He doesnât know what caused all of this, he doesnât know how it happened, how his mind is incapable of thinking about anything or anyone but you these days.Â
He feels as though he had been cursed. You are haunting him, in his mind and even in his dreams, and seeing you all the time doesn't help at all⌠and yet, he wouldnât want it any other way because this little thing between you both makes him feel a thrill that has been missing in his life.Â
By the time Steve pulls up into the parking lot at the diner, you and Eddie are already there.
Youâre sitting on the hood of his car, hands folded in your lap, sunglasses low on your nose, a smile on your lips as youâre nodding along to whatever Eddie is telling you. You look good⌠too good for just a simple breakfast at the diner.Â
He parks the car and after a few deep breaths, he pulls out the keys and gets out, trying not to stare at you as he walks towards the two of you.Â
âHey guys.â
Eddie turns around, a mocking smile on his face, he crosses his arms over his chest, âtook you long enough, big boy.â
Steve chuckles, scratching the back of his neck as he eyes you from the side, âyeah uh, I missed my alarm this morning and Robin woke me up in the middle of the night to bail on us, took me a while to fall back asleep after that.âÂ
You groan at his words, sliding off the car, you smooth down your jean shorts and push your sunglasses up into your hair, âso she keeps ditching us.âÂ
âSheâs in love, Sweetheart,â Eddie winks at you, wiggling his brows, âsheâs got better things to do.âÂ
You roll your eyes at his words and look over Eddieâs shoulder, meeting his eyes for the first time today. You lick your lips as your eyes move down up and down his body.Â
âHey, Lego head.â
Lego head. The silly nickname doesnât quite suit the look in your eyes.Â
âBlondie,â he nods.Â
Eddie chuckles, playing with the keys in his hand as he nudges his head into the direction of the diner, âletâs go eat, Iâm starving.âÂ
âYouâre always starving, Eddie,â you snort as you are the first to start walking.Â
âYeah man, youâre always eating and youâre still starving,â Steve chuckles, walking beside Eddie, âyouâre like a raccoon or something.âÂ
You look over your shoulder, a smile on your lips, âoh heâs definitely a little raccoon.âÂ
Eddieâs lips part in surprise, he looks between you both, âdid you just⌠agree on something?âÂ
You scoff at his words, turning back around without another word while Steve looks down, shaking his head. The weight of Eddieâs arm around his shoulder makes him look back up, though not at you, but at Eddie, whose eyes are filled with amusement.Â
âYouâre not trying to steal my girl are you?âÂ
Steve doesnât know what is about the words âmy girlâ but he feels himself clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. By the tone in Eddieâs voice, he should know that he is only teasing, but apparently his mind isnât able to comprehend that right now.Â
He feels a fire in his chest that he canât even explain, one that only grows even more intense a few moments later, when a guy who was just leaving the diner, steps aside for you after opening the door.Â
Steve canât see your face or the looks you are giving to the man who is staring you up and down with nothing but hunger in his eyes, but by the way you walk past him without even turning your head or looking back, he knows that youâre giving him nothing. And yet, it doesnât stop his anger when the guy keeps checking you out, shamelessly, following you with his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looks at your ass. Youâre not even aware of it as it seems and it wouldnât be the first time.Â
Steve saw you at Big Buyâs the other day, you were strolling around the aisles in your cute little dress, throwing food items into your basket, completely unaware of his eyes on you. He couldnât look away from you⌠even when everything you did was riling him up, whether it was the way you bend down to reach for something on the lowest shelf, the way you touched your hair or the way your dress was moving by your sides as you walked. As he caught himself staring at you, at your effortless beauty, he knew that he couldnât be the only one â and his suspicions were confirmed, when he looked into the other aisle only to see another guy, not past his 30s staring at you, something that you werenât aware of in the slightest. He also caught himself rolling his eyes and clenching his fists⌠but thatâs something that he easily ignored.Â
Unlike today, he canât even help it when he passes the guy who canât seem to tear his eyes away from you with a deathly glare on his features, feeling anger for how shameless and disrespectful his ogling is, itâs disgusting.Â
âPerv,â Eddie mumbles under his breath, glaring the same way Steve does.Â
The guy doesnât even spare them a single glance, moving past them after taking another long⌠too long look at you before he walks out of the diner.Â
Steve and Eddie roll their eyes, following you to the table that you have already picked, completely unaware of what just happened.Â
You sit down in the booth, sliding over to the window. You put your sunglasses down on the table and instantly reach for the menu.Â
Eddie sits down beside you, while Steve takes the seat across from you. He tries not to look at you, sinking deeper into the leather seats as he reaches for the menu, as well.Â
âWhat are you guys doing afterwards?â Eddie asks.Â
âNothing, just gonna go back home and watch movies or something,â Steve mumbles, peeking over his menu and at you, to find you looking at him already.Â
âPerfect, why donât you two have a little bonding moment and have a movie day together?â Eddie grins, wiggling his brows at the both of you.Â
Steve sees the way you scrunch your nose up at his words, scoffing and shaking your head at him like itâs the most ridiculous thing that you have ever heard, like itâs something that you donât even want to think about.Â
âWeâre getting along just fine, no need for bonding time.âÂ
Right. Steve had been so focused on all your teasing, he almost forgot about how much you two are supposed to dislike each other.Â
âExactly,â Steve winks at Eddie, âBlondie and I are doing just fine.â
He looks back at you, his eyes meet yours, you raise your brows at him, smirking as you tilt your head.Â
âAre we?â You ask softly as you blink at him.Â
Steve leans closer, licking his lips, he opens his mouth to speak but Eddie cuts him off, clapping his hands.Â
âYeah, you are getting along! Now shut your mouths before you start a fight.â
You both snort at the metalhead, leaning back in your seats, neither of you saying a word, you both just look back at your menuâs, focusing on that⌠for now.Â
The busy waitress stops by your table, telling you that she will be back to take your order in a minute, seemingly catching Eddie off guard after placing her hand on his shoulder before she scurries away again.Â
He no longer looks at the menu, he finds something more interesting to look at.Â
Steveâs eyes flash with amusement as he looks over at his friend, whose eyes are wide and cheeks are red, an awestruck expression all over his face. He canât help but nudge your foot under the table, tilting his head towards Eddie when you look up with a frown.
You turn to your best friend. Your features soften, eyes flashing with surprise, you bump your shoulder into his, clearing your throat, âhey Edâs, before you fuck this up again, donât you want to tell Lego head about what happened?â You ask, snickering.Â
Eddie blinks, turning back to you, âh-huh?âÂ
âYou have a man to give you his opinion of what you did wrong.âÂ
Steve furrows his brows, looking between your amused face and his confused one, when Eddieâs eyes flash with realization and he groans in annoyance.Â
âSweetheart, heâs gonna be on my side.â
âWhat opinion?â Steve asks.Â
You turn back to your menu, scoffing at Eddie and rolling your eyes before you glance at him, âyouâll want to kill him.â
Eddie groans, shaking his head, his curls bouncing a little.Â
âYouâll understand, Harrington. Youâre a man. She is⌠looking at it from a feminine side of things.â
Steve gives you a quizzical look, almost laughing at the exasperated look on your face.Â
âAlright shoot,â he says to his friend.
Eddie presses his lips together, taking a deep breath before he folds his hand on the table and looks at him with squinted eyes, âokay so, I saw this girl at the hideout yesterday, Jeff told me to go talk to her, you know⌠so I did. We started talking, she was funny and all that, and you know, I always like to be a little mysterious.âÂ
You snort, making Eddie roll his eyes again, âshut it, Sweetheart.â
âI didnât say anything.â
âAnyways,â Eddie sighs, glaring at you, âso, when she asked me if I was there with a girl, I just said âwouldnât you like to know?ââÂ
Steve draws back a little, raising his brows and pursing his lips, looking perplexed.Â
âUh huh..â You murmur, keeping your eyes on Steve.Â
âEddie,â Steve shakes his head, âjust uh⌠did it⌠what happened then?â
Eddie sighs again, âwell, she rolled her eyes and left, but you know, she may not have a sense of humor so⌠itâs whatever.âÂ
âMunson, that girl had a sense of humor, you just have a lack of fucking tact,â Steve says, shaking his head at his friend, in pure disbelief.Â
Eddieâs jaw drops at his words, while a laugh falls from your lips as you turn to look at your best friend with nothing but satisfaction on your face.Â
âTold you.â
âSeriously!?â Eddie gasps, frowning. âHarrington, you were always mean to girls in the past, and you still slept with them!âÂ
Steve scoffs, shaking his head.Â
âThat was in high school, Munson! You are a grown up now, why the hell would you do that? Just tell her you were there alone or with friends!âÂ
Eddieâs jaw drops again, he slumps back in his seat, throwing his hands up.Â
âI just thought that a mysterious persona would work better than⌠you know⌠bubbly, happy, go lucky guy, desperate to get his dick wet personaâŚâ He whines, âno one wants to fuck me.âÂ
You giggle, hiding your face behind the menu.Â
Steveâs lips curl into a smile, he points a finger at you, âIâm gonna have to agree with Blondie, again, youâre a fucking idiot.âÂ
âDonât worry, Eds. Iâll help you,â you say, smiling, âIâll teach you how to flirt.âÂ
âHow are you gonna do that, Blondie? Do you even know how to flirt?â Steve snorts.Â
You may be a tease, a good one at that, but a flirt? No. Youâre too rough, too mean, too harsh to be a flirtatious person, you can barely hold a conversation with someone without going off at them about something, you wouldnât even know where to begin with, unlike him.Â
He is a flirty person, he has charm, he knows how to wrap a girl around his finger with just a few simple words.Â
He doesnât know what to expect, but he surely didnât expect for you to smile at him, to shrug and give him nothing more than a glance that tells him how wrong he is.Â
After the waitress comes back to take your order, leaving Eddie a blushing mess, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, only to come back with your hair now free from the scrunchie that kept it together and another coat of gloss on your lips, something that instantly catches Steveâs eyes.Â
You place your elbows on the table, putting your chin into your palm, blinking at him innocently.Â
The look in your eyes tells him that youâre up to no good, but he canât look away. He leans closer to the table, licking his lips as he raises his brows at you. Both of you are unaware of Eddie, who is basically drooling over the pretty waitress, too distracted to notice the looks you are giving to each other.
âThe waitress, is she from Hawkins? Never seen her in my fucking life,â Eddie murmurs in awe.Â
Steve turns his head to look at the woman, a gasp nearly tears from his lips when he feels your foot on his calf and you pull his attention back on you, he stares at you with wide eyes.Â
Smirking in satisfaction, you pull your foot back and look down at your nails.
âI-I donât know, Munson, not familiar.â He stutters without looking away.Â
Steve knew that this would happen, that you would tease him in one way or another, but he didnât know yet, just where you would take this today.Â
When your milkshakes arrive at the table, both you and Steve watch Eddie with amusement as he stares up at the blonde waitress, eyes moving back and forth between her face and her chest, not knowing what to look at first.Â
His eyes get stuck on the dainty cross necklace around her neck, seemingly growing more intrigued by her, his dark eyes meeting her blue ones.Â
Steve narrows his eyes at you, almost laughing when you look at him, at the same time.Â
Eddieâs cheeks are even more flushed than before now, his eyes wide, lips parted. The girl presses her lips together, trying not to giggle at the look on his face.Â
âYour food will come right up,â she says, looking between you all before her eyes meet Eddieâs again as she takes the last milkshake off the tray, putting it on the table and sliding it towards him.Â
He clears his throat, wrapping his fingers around the glass before she can even let go.Â
Both you and Steve watch the way she smiles down at Eddie and at the fingers brushing against hers.Â
âThanks, Sweetheart,â he smirks at her, surprising both you and Steve with the confidence in his voice.Â
The girl smiles in surprise, before she turns around, walking away from the table but not without giving Eddie another glance, his lips curl into a bigger smirk and he waves his fingers at her.
Your mouth drops and so does Steveâs, both of you, looking at each other again, with stunned and puzzled expressions on your faces.
âDude,â Steve mumbles, slowly turning to face his friend, âtell me⌠how did you fuck this up again⌠at the hideout, I mean?âÂ
Eddie only looks back when the girl disappears into the kitchen, âthe girl at the hideout just wasnât the right one.â
âOh, and this one is?â Steve chuckles, pointing his thumb to where the waitress walked off to.Â
âYeah,â Eddie says, dreamily. âSheâs soâŚâ
âHot?â You ask as you reach for your milkshake, grabbing the red and white straw between your thumb and your pointer finger.
âGorgeous,â he blushes.Â
Your lips tug into a smile, you bring your hand up to his face, pinching his cheek, âaw, look at you.âÂ
He swats your hand away, snorting.Â
âI thought you didnât know how to flirt, youâre doing such a good job, keep it up, Eds.âÂ
âWhat can I say, Iâm full of surprises,â Eddie winks at you before he looks away, eyes searching for the waitress again.Â
âHe doesnât need your help after all,â Steve laughs, tilting his head, ânot that youâd be much of a help anyways.âÂ
You squint your eyes at him, shrugging at his words, and you surprise him with your silence.Â
He watches the way you lean forward, placing your elbow on the table as you finally wrap your lips around the straw. Your eyelashes flutter and you tap your red fingernails against the glass, a moan falling from your lips.Â
âMmmh, thatâs so good.âÂ
Steve nearly jumps from his seat, the sound making his stomach flutter, he clenches his fists, staring at you with wide eyes.Â
Thereâs no smirk on your lips, no mischief behind your eyes, nothing but innocence is etched into your features â youâre not even teasing him, it was nothing but a genuine reaction to the sweet drink. And itâs something that frustrates him even more.Â
You reach for the maraschino cherry next, popping it into your mouth before you lick the whipped cream off your finger.Â
Steveâs breath hitches in his throat, he shifts in his seat, trying to look away from your lips⌠that are still wrapped around your finger but he canât, his eyes are stuck, his body is stuck, he canât move, all that he can do is watch you.
And then, you look towards him, eyes flashing with surprise when you find him staring. He hopes to see you blushing but instead, a smirk tugs at your lips as you release your finger, scooping up some more whipped cream before you bring it up to your lips.Â
And this is where the real teasing begins.Â
Steve nearly gasps when you hold eye contact this time as you lick the cream off your fingers, letting out another, softer moan.Â
Holy fuck.Â
Steveâs eyes darken, he swallows harshly, clenching his jaw in anger.Â
Eddie is too busy with his own milkshake, ogling the waitress as she talks to customers at the bar, completely unaware of how you both eyefuck each other, the way Steve canât take his eyes off of you.Â
By the look in your eyes, Steve knows how much fun youâre having with this, you know how much it frustrates him, you know what youâre doing to him.Â
And as though, all of this wasnât bad enough already. You then accidentally drop some of the whipped cream on your chest.Â
âOops,â you purr, giving him an innocent look through your lashes.Â
The warmth in his chest only grows more intense, spreading across his whole body, filling him up with need and a deep hunger that keeps growing and growing, one that can only be satiated in one way â he needs you, just once, he needs to have you, he needs to taste you, he needs to fuck you, he needs you out of his system for good.Â
He had enough of this, of all this teasing.Â
He would fuck you right there on this table if he could.
But, despite your teasing, despite the look in your eyes, despite your little act, he is still not sure about where you stand. He knows how you react to his touches, to his teasing, but a part of him fears rejection if he does make a move.Â
You are barely even friends, and the thought of making a fool of himself, in front of you, makes him want to crawl into a hole.Â
You are both playing this game, but while he knows what he wants, he doesnât know what you want.Â
Maybe you just enjoy this little back and forth, waiting for him to break first before you move along and pretend like nothing ever happened. Maybe you donât even expect anything to come out of this. Maybe you donât even want him the way he wants you. Maybe you just like to tease him because you know that it's riling him up.Â
So what is left for him to do?Â
Stop this game and move on? Or⌠keep going and wait for something more to happen?Â
Heâs had enough of your teasing, but heâs far from losing, there is still some power left in him⌠some.Â
He wonât sit here and let you get away with this.Â
So despite the uncomfortable strain in his pants, despite the burning in his skin, he plasters a smirk on his blushing face and reaches forward, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he mimics you, he grabs his glass and he reaches for the cherry on his milkshake, purposely dropping some whipped cream on the table as he puts the cherry in his mouth. He chews slowly, licking his finger tips while he watches you slowly, the way your smile slowly falls, the way your eyes widen a little.Â
He bites back the smirk as he scoops up the whipped cream off the table, with both his middle finger and ring finger, bringing them up to his lips, he looks back into your wide eyes as he places them into his mouth, watching the way you break eye contact to look at his lips.Â
Your throat bobs as you swallow, tightening your grip on your glass as you watch the way he licks his fingers slowly.Â
He can see the way you shift in your seat, the way your breathing gets heavier and your eyes darken, the way you lick your lips and how flustered you get as you look back into his eyes.Â
You are pressing your thighs together, he just knows you are.Â
He pulls his fingers out of his mouth, smirking at you in satisfaction while you still sit there, frozen in place. He breaks eye contact, looking down at his vanilla milkshake as though nothing happened.
âYou gotta give this one a ride home, Harrington,â Eddie mumbles, pointing at you without tearing his eyes away from the bar, âI think Iâm gonna stay here a little longer.â
You clear your throat.Â
Steve expects you to be more⌠nervous, to hear your voice wavering, but instead, it sounds confident, filled with yet more teasing as you open your mouth to speak.Â
âOh, I would love a ride home with Stevie,â you smile at him innocently as your foot touches his calf again, but this time, it doesnât just stay there, you move it up, just a little, but enough to nearly make him choke on his drink.Â
âSo you can keep getting on his nerves?â Eddie chuckles.Â
You lick your lips, smirking as you nod your head slowly, âexactly.â
Yeah, you donât really do this anymore, getting on each otherâs nerves, you both have found something so much better and much more interesting to do to one another.Â
âYou know I always win, Blondie,â Steve says so very confidently, like he isnât slowly losing his mind because his want for you is beginning to consume him entirely.Â
You tilt your head at him as you bite your lip, the sleeve of your blouse slowly sliding down your shoulder, making him gulp.Â
âDo you?â You ask, batting your lashes at him, provoking him with the look on your face.Â
He bites the insides of his cheeks, nodding at your words, âmhmm.â
A breathy chuckle falls from your lips, you shrug and lean back, âweâll see.â
Eddie doesnât know that youâre talking about something entirely else now, but he couldnât care less, when heâs got his eyes set on someone that stole his breath away.Â
He uses every second he gets with the pretty waitress to flirt, whether itâs through glances when she passes by or through his charming words when she delivers the food to the table.Â
He happily eats his burger and his fries, eyes following the blonde wherever she goes, completely blind to whatâs happening right next to and in front of him.Â
You and Steve keep staring at one another, eyes filled with intense need, hands itching to reach out to the other.Â
Steve feels the longing inside his chest, intensifying as the minutes go by, driving him insane. It gets to a point where he canât wait to get the hell out of this diner so he can go home and take care of himself. He is not sure if he had ever felt this desperate before â he surely never had to rush home to jerk off, but thatâs what he feels like now, like heâs going to explode if he sits here any longer.Â
The moment you decide on leaving, Steve nearly throws himself out of his seat, feeling no patience left inside of him.Â
âI got this covered,â Eddie announces, pulling out his wallet as he gets out of the booth so you can get out, âyou two can go.âÂ
You grab your sunglasses and get up, putting your hand on Eddieâs shoulder, âI see what youâre trying to do, you wanna get rid of us so you can flirt with the hot blonde.âÂ
He wiggles his brows, smirking at you proudly, âgotta score a date with my dream girl.âÂ
Steve chuckles, grabbing the car keys from his pocket, he smirks at Eddie, âjust donât mess it up again.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head, ânah never.âÂ
âAlright casanova, call me and tell me how it went.âÂ
âCall you?â He frowns, âIâll be there to raid your kitchen tonight, sweets.âÂ
You step away from him, brushing past Steve, âalright raccoon, Iâll see you later then.âÂ
âSee ya,â he chuckles.Â
With a sigh, Steve looks at Eddie, playing with his keys and giving him a nod.Â
âGood luck, man.â
âThanks,â Eddie winks, âand donât kill each other!â He jokes, ignoring the weird looks heâs given from an older couple two booths away.Â
âDonât worry, weâre not at that point anymore.âÂ
Youâre at a whole different point now, one that doesnât make him angry, not exactly, just one that drives him up the wall.Â
Steve stares at your hips, at the way your shorts hug your body so nicely, the way your ass looks so good in them. He forces his eyes away, feeling a little startled when you turn around to face him before you open the door, a friendly smile appears on your face and he realizes that you arenât looking at him, but at Eddieâs âdream girlâ, waving goodbye at the girl before you step out.Â
He feels the sudden need to talk, hoping that you wonât tease him any further in the car, because if you do, he isnât sure if he will manage to control himself the way he did, the whole time at the diner.Â
He rubs the back of his neck, walking down the steps, he clears his throat.Â
âDo you think he will manage to score a date?â
You slow down as you put your sunglasses on, âyeah, Iâm pretty sure he will.â
Steve chuckles, nodding.Â
âShe seems nice, and sheâs pretty,â you say.
So are you. Steve thinks to himself.Â
âSheâs got the kind of blonde hair you wanted when you ruined your hair with the blonde dye, huh?â
Steve canât see your eyes behind your sunglasses, but he can see the amused look on your features as your lips curl into a smile.Â
He ignores the way it feels when you step closer to him, when your hand brushes against his knuckles, sending chills throughout his whole body.Â
âActually, I wanted it even lighter, and how would I know that the pictures on the box dye were lies, it said it lightens up any hair color to that specific color!âÂ
Steve laughs at you, âwhat color were you hoping for?âÂ
You shrug, stepping away from him again when you walk around his car to the passenger side.Â
âI wanted like a Dolly Parton or uh⌠Heather Locklear kind of blonde.âÂ
He unlocks the car and opens his door, raising his brows at you, âwow, you should have gone to a hair salon, Blondie.â
You lift your sunglasses, rolling your eyes at him, âit was a spontaneous decision, I thought I could handle that myself, Iâm definitely never touching hair dye again.â
âJust call me, next time,â he winks at you as he gets into the car, âIâm a pro at doing hair.âÂ
You laugh at him as you get in as well, âdidnât know you were a hairdresser, Harrington.âÂ
âThey donât call me âthe hairâ for nothing.âÂ
âOh wow. I wouldnât trust you with my hair, who knows what color youâd dye my hair to.â
âMaybe Iâd get it to the Dolly Parton blonde that you wanted.âÂ
âYeah, right!â You scoff at him, âcause youâre such an expert!âÂ
A smile tugs at his lips, it almost feels normal, sitting here in his car with you, talking like this, it almost distracts him enough from the strong tension between you both, from the pull that is dragging him towards you, more and more.Â
Despite the frustration that he feels from all your teasing, he cannot help but want to keep playing the little game.Â
The sun is shining brightly, pulling down the sun visor wonât be enough â how convenient it is that he keeps his sunglasses in the glove compartment. He could ask you to get them but instead, he moves closer, âIâm sorry,â he murmurs before he places his hand on your knee as he reaches forward so he can get his ray-banâs.Â
Satisfaction rushes through him when he hears you sucking in a sharp breath.Â
But, his longing intensifies when he gets a whiff of your perfume and feels how soft your skin actually is.Â
He clearly never thinks things through, his little plans always backfire.Â
The want to wrap his hand around your thigh and keep it there is so strong⌠so goddamn strong, but he pulls away begrudgingly, holding back the smirk when he feels your eyes on him. He puts the sunglasses on, and finally starts the car.Â
Your silence surprises him, but he knows that itâs something that wonât stay for long.Â
Hungry Like The Wolf by Duran Duran starts playing and Steve almost wants to laugh at the irony, this is exactly what he feels like right now, hungry like a fucking wolf, hungry for you.Â
If you had been any other girl, he wouldâve made a move on you, a long long time ago. He would have flirted more obviously, he wouldâve taken your hand in his, he wouldâve brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in to kiss you.
But youâre not just any girl, youâre⌠you.Â
You love this little game, and no matter how flustered you get, no matter the looks you are giving him, he still struggles to read you, he still struggles to figure out whether you want what he wants or not.Â
He is waiting for a sign, but itâs almost like heâs blind to anything you give to him.Â
He holds the steering wheel tightly, keeping his other hand on the gearstick, dangerously close to your thigh. He keeps sneaking glances at you, at your soft skin, at the way you press your legs together, at the way your fingers play with the loose string on your shorts.Â
Steveâs face grows hot, his heart beating faster in his chest.Â
He almost feels relieved when your house comes into view, and he pulls up into your driveway.Â
âSo⌠what are you doing today?â You ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt, âbesides having a movie day by yourself.âÂ
You turn your body towards him, not making any moves to get out of the car yet.Â
âUh⌠I donât know,â he lies, his cheeks glowing red.Â
He already knows what heâs gonna do the moment he walks through his front door.Â
You take your sunglasses off, biting your lip as your eyes move up and down his body, making him shift uncomfortably, yet again.Â
âWell, Iâm going to lay out in the sun, in my new red bikini.âÂ
Steveâs eyes widen, and he almost starts drooling at the images that start forming in his mind.Â
Images of you⌠half naked.Â
âWe should have a pool party at some point,â you smile, blinking at him as you start inching closer to him, looking down at his lips.Â
âUh huhâŚâ
âBut anyways, I should get going,â you sigh, catching him by surprise when you place your hand on his thigh, so dangerously close to where he needs you the most, âthanks for the ride, Stevie.âÂ
And as though that wasnât bad enough.Â
You almost cause his heart to stop beating, when your face is only inches away from him now, and you press your lips against his cheek, kissing him, completely shocking him, leaving him a stuttering mess.Â
He lost all ability to speak, all he can do is stare at you, as his skin tingles and his heart races.Â
You smirk at him, eying his red cheeks.Â
âWho wouldâve thought that Steve Harrington would ever blush for me,â you say smugly, before you pull away and get out of the car, giggles falling from your lips. Without another word, you close the door and walk away, looking over your shoulder one more time, still giggling.Â
Fuck.Â
His frustration turns into anger when the realization starts creeping in slowly.Â
The smug look on your face, the smirk and your stupid giggles prove his point, that you did all of this not because you wanted him, but because you wanted to win this fucking game.Â
Thatâs all it is, thatâs all it ever was.Â
A game.Â
He doesnât know what the feeling in his chest is, whether itâs the feeling of annoyance or rejection, but it only irritates him even further, especially when all he can think about is still you.Â
You in your stupid red bikini, lying under the sun, looking pretty and hot⌠looking like someone he can never have, not even for a single night.Â
He is angry, angry at himself for still wanting you, for needing you, for wishing that he could feel your bare body underneath him, for wishing to hear your moans, your voice calling out his name, your hands clinging to his body, fingers tugging at his hair.Â
Despite the rejection, he feels his stupid jeans getting tighter, his dick straining against the fabric, making him feel uncomfortable and so needy to a point that the moment he gets home, he rushes upstairs and into the bathroom.Â
He slams the door shut and presses his back against it, hastily unbuckling his belt, the clinking and his heavy breathing being the only sounds to fill the room⌠for now. He pushes down his boxers and his pants, just enough so he can pull his dick out â his tip is an angry red, already leaking with pre cum, he spits into his hand before he wraps his hand around his aching cock.Â
That is all that it takes for a needy whimper to fall from his lips.Â
He closes his eyes, throwing his head back against the door as he starts jerking off slowly.Â
Images of you curse and bless his mind at the same time.Â
He wonders what it would be like to feel your hand around his dick or what it would be like to feel your lips on his neck, your whispers in his ear as you take care of him.Â
He furrows his brows, lips parting as his moans get louder and he begins to move his hand faster and faster, squeezing his eyes shut.Â
He pictures you on your knees for him, your hands replaced by your lips as he shuts you up with his cock in your mouth, silencing you once and for all, while tears stream down your cheeks.
âOh fuckâŚâ Steve whimpers, getting lost in pleasure.Â
He wanted nothing more than to bend you over the table when you started teasing him with the stupid whipped cream, but all he can think about now is you on your knees worshiping him.Â
His muscles tighten as he increases the tempo, using his thumb to rub the slit as he imagines it being the tip of your tongue as you look at him with big and teary eyes.Â
And he doesnât know for how long he was imagining you like this, but it doesnât matter because he is soon spilling in his hand, a loud groan escaping his lips as well as a shaky breath, the back of his head hitting the door as he tries to ease his breathing.Â
Maybe three minutes passed, or twenty, but it didnât matter. His cum is already on his hand and in your honor.Â
But this didnât satiate his hunger, nor his lust for you in the slightest.Â
Nothing that he could possibly do will.Â
He can imagine you and take care of himself all he wants, but it wonât change the way he wants you, the way he craves you.Â
He knows that there is only one way to get rid of this.
Tomorrow he will put his frustration away. Thatâs all it is, frustration. He just needs to let it out. He needs to fucking breathe again.Â
Yeah. Tomorrow.Â
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this is so so precious, i adore them so much. eddie teaching him guitar!!!!!! just incredible
I'm begging for you to take my hand | E.M.
Warnings: reader is a single!mom and was dumped by her previous boyfriend, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of heartbreak, Eddie being a bit of a grump but this is pure fluff
Pairing: Older!Eddie Munson x fem!single mom!reader
Word count: 4k
Summary: It's a hot summer afternoon when Eddie's life changes for the better, and two very special people step into his life.
Author's note: this little oneshot was based on this reuqest. and I once again have to thank my bestieee @hellfire--cult for helping me out. I worked on this idea back in July and then just abandoned it cause I didn't like the way I wrote it, but Roe threw her amazing ideas at me and helped me out, thank you bby!
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The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, Def Leppard is playing on the stereo, the bottle of beer is cold in his hand as he lies out in the sun, enjoying his free afternoon â life couldnât be better.
While all his friends are living their âperfectâ white picket fence lives that aren't as perfect as they once thought itâd be, Eddie is enjoying his life in utter bliss and peace, with no one disrupting his sleep or his precious free time.Â
He is still writing songs, still performing at The Hideout, still living his life while everyone else is busy with their wives and their kids â something that Eddie never saw himself having. He wasnât cut out for this life and he is content with what he has now.Â
He has a good job that allowed him to leave the Trailer park behind, he now lives in a small house in a quiet neighborhood with no kids screaming through the streets and irritating him, at least until now.Â
A small giggle disrupts his peace, he squints his eyes open after taking his sunglasses off only to see a little kid running into his backyard, laughing loudly as he escapes the young woman who is running after him. Thereâs no doubt in him that youâre some incapable babysitter, the distressed look on your face gives it away.Â
âJamie, get your ass back here! This is not our house and youâre naked!âÂ
âThe fuck,â Eddie grumbles, getting up from the lounger he was enjoying the sun on, he puts the bottle down and makes his way over to the boy who runs through the grass in only his blue swim trunks, his curls bouncing as he giggles even louder when the woman gets closer, he isnât looking where heâs going, and runs straight towards Eddie, who bends down and picks up the boy from underneath his armpits before he can escape further.
A small gasp escapes the boyâs mouth but he then continues his giggling when his eyes find Eddieâs, who is holding him up now, with a distance and an angry look on his face as he stares at the boy who just looks like a copy of him with the long brown curls, and his brown eyes.Â
He looks over his shoulder, seeing you from up close now as you rush over to the two of them. He canât even stop himself from ogling you in your little skirt that barely covers anything and your skimpy bikini top. Your hair is a mess on your head and your sunglasses barely stay in place, you look flustered but so very beautiful and hot.Â
And way too young for him and his thirty eight. You canât be a day over twenty.
âMommy! He has the same hair as me!â The boy laughs.
Eddieâs eyes almost bulge out of his head at the words mommy. You look way too young to be a mommy, especially for a kid whoâs definitely over the age of four.Â
Youâre not some incapable babysitter, just a stressed mom.Â
The kid is squirming in his hold but he reaches out to him, grabbing his curls with his tiny hands, he tugs at it causing Eddie to scrunch his nose up.Â
âHey! Donât do that, shithead!âÂ
Jamie keeps going, not caring about the grumpy tone in Eddieâs voice or the angry look on his face, he continues laughing.Â
You pant like crazy as you finally halt in front of them, trying to catch your breath. Your chest is heaving up and down, and despite the squirmy kid in his hands, he canât help but look you up and down, once again.Â
âI-I am.. shit..âÂ
âMommy!â Jamie exclaims.
You fan your face with your hand, rolling your eyes at your boy.Â
âJamie.. shut up.. for a second,â you mumble, already knowing that you will feel guilty for saying these words to him later on, despite the giggle that falls from his lips. âI-Iâm so sorry.. We are â Iâm not used to running like this anymore, oh my god.â
âMommy said a bad word, sir.â
âI heard,â Eddie mumbles.Â
You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he couldâve gotten away further if it wasnât for this⌠kind neighbor. It takes you a moment to catch your breath, but when you finally do and you raise your head to look at the man who is still holding your kid, your breath gets knocked out of you again. Not only are you met with the most handsome face you have ever seen, he was also blessed with the prettiest eyes and hair, his pale and toned body is covered in tattoos and you almost drool over the beautiful stranger.
Your eyes move down his body, and it doesnât go unnoticed by Eddie. His lips tug into the smallest smirk and he steps towards you, meeting your wide eyes when you raise your head to look at him with your flustered face.Â
You blink, breaking eye contact as you take your kid from his hands. Jamie instantly wraps his arms around your neck but his eyes are glued on Eddie, just like yours are.Â
âSay sorry to our new neighbor,â you whisper through your embarrassment.Â
âEddie,â he nods, revealing his name to you.Â
Eddie. You repeat in your head, as though you could ever forget his name.Â
âSowwy Eddie!â
Eddie chuckles a little, but shakes his head, raising his eyebrows at you, ânew neighbor?âÂ
âOh yeah! We moved in yesterday. Sorry if the trucks made a lot of noiseâŚâ You say shyly.Â
He waves his hand at you, âoh no, I might have been at work at that time, so trust me, I didnât hear anything, darling.â
Your eyes widen at the nickname, cheeks burning underneath his gaze. You swallow harshly.
Eddie looks down at your hand, instinctively looking for a ring on your finger only to find none.Â
âOh uh, this is Jamie, by the way,â you chuckle softly as you pinch your sonâs cheek, before you introduce yourself to him, giving him your name with a shy smile on your lips.Â
He repeats your name, making you blush even more when it rolls off his tongue so⌠prettily.Â
âI-I uh.. weâll get going,â you murmur as you take a step back, looking down at Jamie who is still staring at Eddie, âIâm sorry again, weâll see you around.âÂ
You give him a shy smile before you turn around and walk away, unaware of your son waving at Eddie with a grin on his small face.Â
Eddie sighs, begrudgingly raising his hand to wave back.Â
He already knows that it wonât be the last he will see of him⌠or you.Â
-
A few days had gone by since he met his new neighbors, and he hasnât seen you or your boy since then but he heard music from the open living room window the other day and the smell of cookies lingered in the air when he came from work earlier today.Â
Eddie is enjoying a peaceful evening out on the porch, playing around with his acoustic guitar as he enjoys the last rays of the sun, the fresh breeze kissing his skin.Â
The bushes that divide his backyard from yours rustle, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees the mop of curls. He stops playing and leans back in his chair as he glances at the little audience â the little boy that peeks over the bushes, watching him.Â
Eddie canât help but groan in annoyance.Â
âWatcha doin, Eddie?â His soft and small voice cracks Eddie a little, almost feeling guilty for the groan that just escaped him.Â
âPlaying guitar,â he grumbles.Â
Jamie sighs, still staring at the man with his big brown eyes.Â
âCan I watch?â He asks, giving him the best puppy dog eyes he has ever seen.
How could Eddie ever say no to someone so adorable?Â
âSure, just stay over there.â
âYes, sir.â
Eddie continues playing, closing his eyes again and goes back to what he was doing â enjoying his evening. He doesnât realize that after the second song, Jamie starts getting closer and closer, ignoring what Eddie said to him earlier. The little boy sits down on the porch steps, staring at Eddie and the way he plays the song so easily, he watches with awe in his eyes and a bright smile.Â
Only when Eddie stops playing and the soft clapping pulls him out of his thoughts, does he open his eyes to find the boy so close. He almost chuckles, of course he didnât listen.
âDo you know the barney song?â Jamie asks, tilting his head in a cute way.Â
âBarney?â Eddie mumbles.
âYeah!â
Eddie furrows his brows, shaking his head slowly, âI donât think so, bud.âÂ
The little boy sighs, frowning and looking down at his hands with a dejected look on his face, one that fills Eddie with the slightest amount of guilt.Â
With a sigh, he starts playing a different song, one that he remembers from his childhood. The theme from Ducktales.Â
Jamie perks up, he looks at him with wide eyes and a smile on his face, clapping his small hands together again.Â
âLife is like a hurricane here in duckbergââÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen in surprise when he starts singing, a smile tugs at his lips as he continues playing, nodding at him to keep singing.
His heart soars a little watching that kid â not that he would ever admit. But watching the way his eyes shine with happiness and dimples appear in his cheeks as he smiles even wider fills his chest with a warmth he had never felt before â is that adoration the grump feels?Â
âI didnât think youâd know that song. The cartoon is very old,â Eddie says when he finishes playing the song, he puts his guitar down and places his elbows on his knees, looking down at the curly haired boy.Â
âWell, my mom is very old!âÂ
Eddie chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.Â
You are very far from old, he still isnât sure about your age, but he is convinced that youâre in your twenties.Â
âI know the song too, does that make me old too?â
âYes!â He nods, his curls bouncing wildly.Â
âJamie!âÂ
Both Eddie and Jamie perk up at the sound of your voice, they both watch you rushing over just like you did a couple of days back.Â
Eddie chuckles when he sees you rolling your eyes but sighing in relief at the sight of your kid.Â
âJamie, stop bothering our neighbor!â You groan, softly as you throw an apologetic look at Eddie.Â
âBut heâs so cool!â
Eddie chuckles, and this time you do too. You stop in front of them where he can see you better â his breathing stutters a little when he sees you properly. Your hair is up in a bun, your glossy lips glowing beneath the evening sun, you have flour on your cheek and your hair, itâs clear that you were busy in the kitchen when Jamie made his escape, Eddie wouldâve snickered at the look on your face if he wasnât so awestruck by your beauty.Â
âIâm really sorry, Eddie,â you mumble, trying to smile at him as you take your sonâs hand.Â
âItâs fine, sweetheart,â he smiles, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered when you said his name.Â
When you say your goodbyes and you walk away with your son, Eddie canât help but stare at the two of you, a soft smile resting in his features.Â
âIs he my daddy?â Jamie asks, a little too loudly.Â
Eddieâs eyes widen and he almost laughs at the gasp that falls from your lips, followed by a loud âJamie!â He watches the way you turn around, as though to check if he heard it but Eddie quickly averts his gaze to save you from the embarrassment.Â
He stares down at his guitar, pressing his lips together.Â
The slight fluttering in his stomach thatâs already been there when he saw you the first time, now feeling even stronger than before.Â
Youâre single, you clearly donât have a husband or a boyfriend. And somehow that makes him feel⌠relieved.Â
That night wasnât the last he saw of you or your kid. Jamie keeps showing up in his backyard whenever Eddie is outside, whether heâs just lounging in the garden, playing guitar or trying to write a song, the boy comes over all the time, melting Eddieâs heart more and more and sneaking his way into his life, pulling you along, as well. And Eddie canât help but grow protective over the little boy, enjoying his company and yours.Â
While he was annoyed the first few times, he now feels excitement every time the boy shows up with his toothy grin and the curly hair that resembles his.Â
Over time, he learned more about you â Jamieâs dad was a drummer in some rock band that Eddie had never heard of, he wanted nothing to do with his child or you when you found out you were pregnant. He broke your heart, dumped you and left you to go through it all by yourself. You were only twenty and you had no one, you were all alone. Itâs something that left Eddie seething in anger when he found out, how could anyone do this to you? How could anyone neglect their child? How could anyone not want you and this sweet boy around?
Because he does, he wants you around after only a few weeks of knowing the two of you.
He couldnât even blink before you both sneaked your way into his heart.
-
Itâs a Friday night when the doorbell rings, the sound pulling him away from the book he was reading. He throws it on the couch and gets up, walking over through the long hallway that leads to the front door. He doesnât expect to find you on the other side when he opens the door, but itâs always a welcoming sight.Â
âHi,â you say softly, blessing him with that beautiful smile of yours, filling his heart with warmth.Â
âHey sweetheart,â he smiles at you before his eyes fall on Jamie who seems to be shying away from him today, hiding behind you. He reaches his hand out to him, ruffling his curls, âhey bud, feeling a little shy today?â
âJamie wanted to ask you something.âÂ
Eddie raises his brows, leaning against the doorframe, he crosses his arms over his chest, âoh?âÂ
Jamie hides even further, peeking out from behind you though as he looks at the man through his bangs.Â
You giggle, eyes flashing with amusement.Â
Eddieâs heart flutters at that sound and he canât help but stare at you.
âCome on, bug.. ask him, the worst he can say is no and weâll get someone else,â you say softly, smiling down at him as you squeeze his hand.Â
âNo!â He protests, giving you a pout, âI want Eddie to teach me!âÂ
Eddie tilts his head in curiosity, looking between you and your kid.
âMommy got me a guitarâŚâ Jamie says shyly.Â
âHeâs been hooked since he heard you play,â you smile at Eddie.
Eddieâs eyes soften at your words, he looks down at your boy, bending down to his eye level.Â
âAnd what did you want to ask me, bud?â
Jamie slowly steps out from behind you, revealing a band shirt to the older man that instantly lightens up his eyes, the boy takes another step forward.Â
âIf you⌠If you can teach me,â he whispers shyly.Â
Eddie is stunned and surprised that a small kid likes him in this manner. Eddie is grumpy, a little cold and distant most of the time, something that scares away all the other kids but this little boy took a liking towards him, he wants to be like him, like a mini him. And Eddieâs heart soars at that, he feels pride rushing through him.Â
âAlright, Iâll teach you.â
His big eyes widen in excitement and this time, he canât even hold back, he jumps up and down in excitement before he throws his arms around Eddieâs neck, hugging him tightly as he giggles into his ear â melting the grumpy manâs heart completely.Â
And you, youâre a little perplexed that Eddie willingly wants to spend time with him, you always worried that he bothered him too much already, but Eddie seems to be excited, just as excited as your boy is.Â
Eddie wraps his arms around his small body, patting his back as he laughs a little. Your heart flutters at the sight of the two of them.Â
âLetâs go!â Jamie giggles excitedly, reaching for Eddieâs hand when he pulls away from the hug, pulling the man out of his house, âyou need to see my guitar!âÂ
âJamie, maybe heâs busy right nowââ
âNo, no sweets,â Eddie shakes his head, reaching for the keys on the counter before he shuts the door. He keeps holding Jamie's hand as he steps towards you, surprising you by lifting his arm up and pressing his palm against your back, âI wanna see his metal guitar.â
Your breathing stutters and your eyes widen once again when he pulls you closer, making you feel comfortable and safe in his embrace. He squeezes your shoulder when you step closer to him, throwing a smile at him that almost has him weak in the knees.Â
Jamie begins to ramble from all the excitement in him and Eddie, he squeezes his hand, smiling down at the boy with a fond look on his face.Â
His hand moves down your side and he slowly reaches for your hand, not knowing that this innocent little touch makes your insides tingle with something. He presses his palm against yours, waiting for you to intertwine your fingers with his, and when you do, he squeezes your hand, making his own heart flutter with the action.Â
And as Eddie feels your touch like this for the very first time and the tiny hand that tugs at his fingers, he finds himself understanding what his friends meant when they shared their dreams of a white picket fence and a family.Â
Because suddenly, as he walks down the street with the two of you, he feels something he had never felt before, comfort and the want and need to protect and care for the people who came into his life and blessed him with⌠happiness.Â
And he becomes a part of your life, like the two of you became a part of his.Â
What starts with guitar lessons turns into something more â movie nights, game nights, breakfast at the diner, afternoons at the lake.Â
You and Eddie get closer and closer, the pull between the two of you becoming stronger as well. Though you never cross over that line. Not yet.Â
Your touches are innocent, so are the glances you throw at each other, but you crave him and he craves you and you show each other just how much weeks later at Jamie's birthday party. Eddie was invited as his best friend.Â
The backyard is filled with kids and their parents who all came to the party as well, laughter and chatter could be heard all the way to the kitchen, where you prepare the snacks with Eddie by your side. His arm is brushing against yours, and you keep biting back the smile as you sneak glances at him, watching the way he cuts the fruit with a concentrated look on his face.Â
You put down the knife after throwing the fruit into the bowl.Â
Eddie was so determined to help you out in the kitchen, he didnât even let you protest against it.
He doesnât have to do this.Â
He could be out there chatting with Steve who came here with his kids, but he chose to be here with you.Â
âHey Eddie?â
âYes, sweets?âÂ
You take a deep breath and walk over to the sink, putting the cutting board and the knife down, you hold onto the edge of the counter.Â
âThank you for being so nice with Jamie⌠and well, with me too. The sink is fixed again thanks to you,â you giggle nervously, glancing over your shoulder at him to see him walking towards you with a smile on his face, biting his bottom lip.Â
âYeah, well... itâs impossible not to like the little devil⌠you know what I like the most about him?âÂ
Your cheeks almost hurt from how much you want to smile when you feel him coming up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him.Â
âHis mom.â
You start blushing furiously, turning around in his arms to stare at him, despite the flustered look on your face.Â
The look in his eyes and the fond smile on his face doesnât help either, it makes you even weaker.Â
âSo⌠a kid is not a turn off for you I suppose?â You ask, looking at him through hooded eyes.Â
He tilts his head, âit was before⌠but then I met my little mini me and you,â he says with his husky voice, pulling you closer against him as his hand moves up your side, playing with the thin material of your dress, âitâs an absolute turn on to see you in momma bear mode.â
You grow even more flustered now, slapping his chest lightly but it only makes him chuckle more and he pulls you flush against him as his face inches closer to yours. He looks down at your lips, he feels the heat of your body against his and god⌠even that feels perfect enough, he wonât know what to do with himself when he actually gets to kiss you and feel your lips against his for the first time.
âHmm⌠Well then youâre lucky that Iâm into rockstars.â
His heart skips a beat when you move closer this time, but before your lips could even brush against his, loud footsteps echo through the hallway and Jamie comes running into the kitchen with a plastic sword in his hand and wearing a pirate costume.Â
âMommy! Iâm a pirate!âÂ
Eddie pulls away with a soft groan and you giggle when youâre forced to pull away from each other.Â
He looks down at your little boy, a grin taking over his face.Â
âYou know who I am, bud?âÂ
Jamieâs curious brown eyes squint at him, âwho?â
Eddie grabs the spatula that was laying on the kitchen counter, stepping towards Jamie and going into a fighting stance, putting on his best mean face, âthe most terrible and scary pirate in all the seven seas, matey!â He speaks with a deep, dramatic voice.Â
Jamie laughs as he runs away with Eddie chasing after him. And you watch smiling fondly, the sight in front of you pulling at your heart strings.Â
And you arenât the only one whoâs watching him, Steve is watching him too, amused and a little surprised to see him like that. Eddie had been his friend for almost twenty years now, and not once has he seen him so happy with a woman by his side, let alone a kid.Â
He canât even bite his tongue when he gets a moment alone with him.Â
âSo⌠what was that of not wanting kids?â Steve asks him later that night, smirking at Eddie who canât keep his eyes off you while youâre talking to Steveâs wife.Â
âUh,â Eddie chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, âat least the baby part is done withâŚâ He trails off with doubt as he watches you, the way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you look so happy, the way your eyes light up when they meet his briefly. His eyes then move down to your stomach, and suddenly he canât stop himself from imagining you with a baby bump that carries his own child, his heart flutters at the thought. âBut maybeâŚâ
Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise when he sees the lovesick look in his best friendâs eyes.Â
âOh boyâŚâÂ
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Dancing with our hands tied | S.H.
Chapter two âď¸ I want you to notice, when I'm not around
Warnings: angst! mean!Steve, unrequited feelings, one sided feelings, mentions of Steve being in love with Nancy, mentions of death, allusions to suicidal thoughts, mentions of weed and alcohol
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Word count: 4k
Author's note: I promise, it's gonna get so much better soon, get ready for some much more angst in the next chapter, it's gonna hurt. @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me as always, you're the bestest!!!
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The living room is crowded, at least it seems that way to you. You arenât used to being around so many people. You didnât want to come here, but you had no choice when both Eddie and Robin had showed up at your house earlier today and practically forced you out of the house.
Now you sit here, sinking deeper and deeper into Steve Harringtonâs couch, feeling uncomfortable and out of place. Youâre playing with the loose string on the hem of your shirt as you look around the room. Robin is snacking on the m&mâs Eddie had brought as sheâs looking through the pictures Jonathan had taken of her and Nancy just now. Eddie is out on the patio, smoking a cigarette and talking to Argyle who will leave for California in two days. Jonathan is staring at the screen watching some music video that is playing on the MTV channel, his pupils are blown and his eyes seem heavy, he is high out of his mind and for once, Nancy doesnât seem to care, with her legs thrown over his thigh, sheâs sipping on the beer that Steve handed to her a few minutes back, she is talking to Robin, unaware of the set of eyes on her.Â
You restrain the eye roll as you look at him.Â
Steve is sitting on the same couch you do, though with a big distance, you sit at one end and he on the other, far far away from you. You know he doesnât want you here, you saw the look on his face when Eddie had dragged you into his house, a wave of something had washed over his face, something unpleasant, like he wanted to scrunch his face up in disgust at the sight of you â his mind had already erased your little moment at the Sinclair house, last week. Now you are back to normal. He made a comment, you made a comment and now you both sit there, avoiding each other like the plague.Â
Secretly, you watch him though.Â
Like you always do.Â
And what you are seeing now, only fuels your annoyance and your wish to go home.Â
The smile on his face that could never be directed at you, is directed at her. The love and the longing in his eyes that always lingers when she is around. She who had stolen his heart from the very first moment they saw each other. She who had always kept his heart even when she left him for the one she is smiling at now. She who will always be the one he will look at.Â
You thought that he was over it, you thought that he was over her. But you were a little blind and maybe he was too when he told Robin that he was over her. He never was, he never will be. You saw the way he looked at her when she patched him up after he was attacked. You saw the way he looked at her in the RV. You heard the things he said to her, how he talked about his dreams that he surely saw her in by his side.Â
You also heard the things he said about you when he thought that you were sleeping. You still remember how gut wrenching it felt to hear him say things about you to his ex-girlfriend.Â
You huff in silence when his lips curl into a smile and his eyes light up when Nancy throws her head back in laughter.Â
God, why are you even here?Â
Eddie falls into the seat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. It feels as though a cloud of smoke had followed him because suddenly, the smell of snacks, fresh air and beer is replaced by it, along with the smell of his cologne.
Right. Youâre here because of him. You donât know why he feels the urge to drag you along to every group hang out. No one wants you around, you donât even think that Robin wants you here, she barely talked to you since you came here. And the longer you sit in Steveâs living room, with an untouched can of coke on the table in front of you, surrounded by people who most likely cannot stand you or your presence, you wish more and more that Jason should have dragged you down with him.Â
You donât belong here, you donât belong anywhere.Â
Eddie takes a look around before he turns to you, the smile still lingering, though turning into a softer one when he notices the frown on your face.Â
âWhatâs wrong, sweets?âÂ
You shake your head a little, trying to give him a smile, ânothing.âÂ
âAre you feeling okay?â He asks, whispering.Â
You wonder if that is the reason why he always wants you around, so he can keep checking up on you, so he can make sure that you are okay, that you are still alive and not lying in some ditch after pushing yourself a little too hard while still recovering from surgery.Â
Does he care so much because he knows that no one else would?Â
Or does he feel like he owes you something because you helped him when it wasnât even asked of you?Â
You nod, âyeah, I just donât know why Iâm here,â you whisper to him, subtly gesturing to this tight friend group that you donât fit into.Â
Eddie is new to this as well, but unlike you, heâs open and friendly with everyone. He surely isnât as cheerful as he was weeks back. Just like you, he is still recovering, hiding his inner scars from the face of the earth but still, he is trying. Trying to fit into this, and for him, itâs working, for you? Not so much.Â
âWell, youâre here because of me,â he grins, tapping your shoulder.Â
You huff but smile, looking down at your hands.Â
Yeah, you wouldnât be here otherwise.Â
Had you not gone on a walk that one afternoon a few weeks back, you would have never ran into him. Eddie who had been a wanted man at that time, Eddie who was hiding at skull rock, in drenched clothes and with clattering teeth as he shivered like crazy. You remember how scared he looked when you saw him, how he thought that you would rat him out because at that time, you were nothing but acquaintances to each other. â You bought from him a few times but that was all. He always tried to make small talk, throw a few jokes at you, but at that time, he barely got you to laugh.Â
You didnât believe the rumors on the news, not even for a second, not even when Chrissy used to be a close friend of yours.Â
You decided to help him, not knowing what else you were getting yourself into, not knowing that it wasnât just him involved in a world you hadnât known of yet, at that time. You got him dry clothes, food and the walkie talkie he had begged you for.Â
You never expected Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson to show up moments later, though. And least of all, you hadnât expected Max there. It felt like a surreal dream the moment they started explaining everything to you. The moment you found out the truth about Starcourt, about all the deaths in this town, about the lab, about Henry.Â
You had only been allowed to be a part of it because of Max, because of your friendship with the girl you had grown protective of, because she let you help.Â
The night in the upside down, the night at the Creel house led you here, into this friend group, into Steveâs house where you certainly donât belong.Â
You donât know what that nagging yet empty feeling in your chest is, if itâs the trauma that is slowly catching up to you or if itâs from watching him watch her, or if youâre just simply having a bad day but itâs making you feel sick and restless, you want the ground to swallow you up.Â
You muster up your greatest smile and flash it at Eddie, âyeah, cause youâre my very best friend.â
He snorts at you, hearing the sarcasm in your voice.Â
âYour only best friend is Red.âÂ
You smile at his nickname for Max.Â
âHey Chica, do you wanna smoke this with me?âÂ
You donât even pay attention or look up, not until Eddie chuckles and nudges your shoulder, raising his eyebrows at you to look up and when you do, you find Argyle looking at you with a dopey smile on his face as he holds up a blunt to you.Â
Without thinking, you get up with a smile on your lips, âis that even a question?âÂ
Itâs been a long time since you have had anything other than medication in your system, you are in dire need of something that will ease your mind and make you feel more than what you are feeling today.Â
You fail to notice the disapproving look on Steveâs face, the way he tensely straightens up, slowly getting up as his brows knit together, more and more, watching in disbelief how you make your way over to Argyle.Â
âWhat the hell, Blondie!?âÂ
His raised voice startles everyone in the room. Robin looks up from the polaroids in her hands, glancing up at her best friend who is staring at you with angry eyes. Nancy and Jonathan turn to look at Steve before they turn to look at what he is glaring at â or who he is glaring at.Â
Argyle and Eddie turn to Steve with confusion on their faces.Â
And you, you halt in your tracks, and turn back slowly. Caught off guard by the intense look on his face, you freeze.Â
âAre you crazy?âÂ
You open your mouth to speak, though you shut your mouth again when you realize that these words arenât directed at you, theyâre directed at Argyle.Â
âShe canât smoke or drink! Her doctor said it loud and clear, and I warned you before!â He points at him.Â
Youâre taken aback by his anger, by his words. The fact that he remembered when even you, yourself have forgotten about it. You hate the way your heart flutters at that, you hate the way it makes your stomach feel all tingly. You know that it doesnât mean anything, just because he remembered.Â
You see the way Argyleâs face drops and the way he smacks himself on his forehead, âI forgot, Iâm sorry, man,â he looks at you, pulling away the blunt he was just about to give to you. âSorry, he told me⌠I wasnât thinking.â He whispers, a little uncomfortably as a funny look takes over his face.Â
Steve warned him?Â
âDude, I forgot too, donât worry about it,â you pat his arm, giving him an apologetic smile. âDonât mind mother hen over there, heâs overreacting as always.â You say as though you donât feel your heart racing over Steveâs outburst.Â
âAnd you.âÂ
You instantly turn to face him, just like everyone else in the room who watches the scene unfold with curiosity and confusion on their faces.Â
You meet his hazel eyes, the ones that are still raging.Â
âStop being so fucking careless!â He snaps, pointing his finger at you now. âYouâre getting on my goddamn nerves.âÂ
He places his hands back on his hips, huffing loudly.Â
Your cheeks flush under his gaze, you can feel them burning, your heart beating faster and faster. You donât know how to feel but all you can think about now is the look in his eyes when he realized that he hurt you back at Lucasâs place the other day, the words he had said to you.Â
Despite the giddiness inside of you, you hide your feelings behind a smirk.Â
âWow, you do worry about me, Harrington. You werenât lying.âÂ
He squints his eyes at you, nodding at your words with another huff. He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.Â
Everyone is looking between the two of you, waiting for the bickering to start, the way it always does, but Steve manages to bite his tongue.Â
And you surprise the others by holding back your little remarks.Â
âAnd fucking relax, leave Argyle alone, he isnât responsible for me and neither are you, Lego head. Go and get high, you need to calm down.âÂ
Jonathan snorts at the nickname, he throws his head back, chuckling loudly as he mumbles âLego headâ. Argyle, who already had one too many drags of the blunt he passed around before, is barely holding himself together, threatening to burst into laughter too.Â
Steve shoots Jonathan a glare, pointing at him to shut up.Â
Nancy looks down, pressing her lips together with an amused look in her eyes.Â
Eddie drinks his beer, hiding the smirk behind the can, scratching the back of his neck.Â
âSit your ass down, Blondie and drink your goddamn coke, donât even think about weed orââ
âNo weed, no beer, just fucking coca cola, got it, mom,â you roll your eyes at him and slump back in your previous seat, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
He sighs loudly, sitting back down as well, he crosses his legs, giving you the side eye.Â
âGoddamn brat,â he mumbles under his breath.Â
âI heard that.âÂ
âGood,â he snaps at you.Â
There is no tension in the room, not even awkwardness after this weird moment. If anything, everyone is still amused.Â
âAlways bickering like an old married couple,â Eddie snickers.Â
Steve glares at him, and you, you would have dug your elbow into his side, but he is wounded and still healing. The band aids on his neck are the evidence that they are still bad. He is hiding him, and you wonder if he always will, you ask yourself if he will hide his pain the way you hide yours.Â
You donât even notice that Robin left the room, only when everyone moves on from what just happened and chatter fills the space again, do you take a look around. You furrow your brows when you find her spot empty.Â
Argyle and Jonathan leave the room, stepping out into the garden with Nancy following close behind.Â
âAre you still in for tomorrow?â You hear Eddie, directing his question at Steve.Â
âYeah, sure.â
You donât bother to ask and find out what their plans are.Â
Robin walks back into her room, with something in her hand. Her eyes are aimed at you, a smile on her lips when she walks towards you. She hands you a drink, a diet pepsi.Â
âHere.âÂ
Your lips part as you stare at the can for a long moment, blinking. You tilt your chin up, looking up at her with big eyes.Â
Her smile falls and a frown takes over, âshit, I thought you liked diet pepsi? Was it original?âÂ
You shake your head at her, taking the can from her hand, ân-no, itâs diet pepsi.âÂ
She paid attention to you.Â
She smiles at you.Â
She felt bad watching you sit there and being unable to drink beer or smoke weed with the others. And she remembers that you always asked for pepsi when you were still in the hospital, you hated the teas there and despised the fact that you were only allowed water.Â
âI thought you liked coke, Blondie.â
Robin rolls her eyes at Steve.Â
âItâs not my favorite,â you shrug, turning to look at him. âI prefer pepsi.âÂ
He squints his eyes at you, âso when you stole my coke the other day, you did it just toââ
âGet back at you, yeah. Cause you stole my coffee.âÂ
âWhen did he steal your coffee?â Robin asks.Â
âWhen I came to family video to rent a movieââ
âOh, you little liar,â Steve scoffs at you, âshe did not rent a movie, she didnât even come to look for one.â
A smirk tugs at your lips, if thereâs something that you love more than the drink in your hand, itâs to get on his nerves.Â
âSays who? I really wanted one but the customer service sucks when this one isnât around,â you point at Robin.Â
Eddie chuckles, turning to look at Steve who is glaring at you, before a smirk appears on his face, his hazel eyes twinkling with smugness.Â
âYou and I both know that you didnât want to rent a movie, honey. You were there because you wanted to see me,â he says, cockily as he lets his eyes move from your face, down to your body and back up to meet your eyes.Â
Your breath gets caught in your throat at the way he just looked at you. You donât squirm in your seat, but you surely would if the others werenât around. You grow flustered beneath his stare but you have come to learn how to hide it â Steve Harrington will never see you blushing over him.Â
Maybe he was right, maybe you did just want to see him, because you always do, you always want to see him. No matter how much he hates you, no matter how much he despises you, you canât help but want him, even if you continue to lie about it to yourself to stay sane.Â
Steve Harrington had always been your demise â from the first glance.Â
You couldnât help but grow fascinated with him, watching him from afar with eyes the shape of your favorite sunglasses. You couldnât help but care for him, even when he couldnât stand you.Â
Sometimes you feel like a creep, watching him and adoring everything about him, from his sun kissed skin, to his beautiful eyes, to his perfect hair, to that one smile that he blesses only those around him that he cares about â something that you will never get.Â
Sometimes itâs hard to look into his eyes because every time you do look for a little too long, you feel like dying because suddenly, you see the world with different eyes, you see something beautiful, because he is in it and when you look away, when he is gone, it feels anything but.
Steve wouldnât even bat an eye if you were gone. He wouldnât even notice if you werenât around.Â
Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed by the way he looks at you, by his presence, by all of this. You are in his space, you are invading, his home, his friend group, his safe place. The reminder of it, that you donât belong here, lies heavy on your heart and you feel the urge to run away but you cannot give yourself away so easily, knowing that it would be awfully noticeable if you suddenly left after what he just said.Â
So you put on a mask, the way you always do.Â
âIf that helps you sleep at night,â you smirk, tilting your head at him, âI mean no one else would come to see you, I took pity on you.âÂ
He clenches his jaw, his smirk falling into a frown.Â
âKeep your pity to yourself, Blondie. Iâd rather never see you again than see you when I donât have to.â
You know how he feels about you, you know what he thinks of you, yet every single insult, every jab at you feels like a punch to your gut. But this, this was a punch to your heart.Â
You know he wouldnât grieve you if you died at the Creel house, but to know that he might have felt relieved to never having to see you again, hurts you more than you want to admit.Â
âWhat the hell, man?â Eddie snaps at him as his brown eyes fill with anger at his words.Â
Robin rolls her eyes, shaking her head at Steve in disappointment.Â
But he keeps his eyes on you, struggling to read you, struggling to look past that smirk that is still going strong.Â
âWell, Iâll put you out of your misery, Lego head,â you say as you place the drink on the table before you get up.Â
Robin furrows her brows, looking you up and down, âwhat are you doing?âÂ
âIâm leaving.â You try not to sound bitter or hurt. âIâm getting tired and I forgot my meds at home.âÂ
Steve looks away from you, feeling a rush of guilt.Â
âIâll drive youââ
You cut Eddie off, shaking your head at him, âno, Iâm gonna walk, I need some fresh air.â
Eddie looks at you worriedly, âsweets, I donât want you to walk by yourself.â
âEddie, Iâm okay, I donât get dizzy anymore,â you say, trying to smile at him. âI promise, Iâll call you later tonight.âÂ
He still looks unsure, not wanting to let you go like this.Â
But he can tell that you want to be alone, right now, so despite his worry, he leans back again and nods begrudgingly.Â
âOkay..âÂ
You walk out of the room, biting back the bitterness on your tongue, trying to swallow down the pain. You rush through the hallway and open the door, you only manage to take one step out before you hear footsteps behind you.Â
You roll your eyes, knowing that Eddie being the stubborn guy that he is will try to convince you to stay, but when you turn around, itâs not Eddieâs brown eyes that you find yourself looking into, itâs Steveâs and it catches you off guard a little.Â
He stops in front of you, his eyes scan your face and he huffs a little when he runs his fingers through his hair.Â
If you didnât know better, youâd think itâs guilt and worry in his eyes.Â
You hold onto the door, ready to escape whatever pain he will put you through again.
âListen uh, that was mean,â he starts, now struggling to look into your eyes. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, tugging at his hair. âI shouldnât have said that.âÂ
You blink.
You swallow as you keep on looking at him with smugness, to hide the pain.Â
âItâs okay, no need to hide the truth from me, you were just saying what you were feeling, right?âÂ
He opens his eyes and when he faces you again, he looks at you, really looks at you. He tries to find a hint of pain in your features or hurt in your eyes, but there is nothing. All he can see is the coldness in them.Â
Nothing he could ever do or say would hurt you â at least, that is what he believes, what he always believed.Â
âRight.âÂ
You bite the insides of your cheeks.Â
âGood,â you nod and you tear your eyes away from him, unable to look at him any longer as you feel your heart cracking more and more.
âY-You donât have to go, Blondie.â He stops you once again, holding himself back from taking your hand.Â
You slowly turn around and he still struggles to read you, even when you stop smirking, even when you only look at him with a straight face, not saying anything back.Â
âBut if you want to leave, no oneâs gonna stop you.â
You see the indifference in his eyes, the coldness that is only there when he looks at you.Â
Yeah, you know no one would.Â
How can you care so much about someone that cares so little about you?Â
How can you want him so bad when all he wants for you is to disappear?Â
How can he worry one second and hate you in the other?Â
How can you long for him after every hurtful thing that he said to you?Â
You take a step away from him, blinking as you feel your eyes starting to burn.Â
âBye, Steve.âÂ
You turn around before he can even open his mouth, and you slam the door shut behind you because you donât want to hear his voice.Â
You walk away with tears in your eyes.Â
You wish you didnât come here today, every moment spent with him makes you want him even more, makes you hate yourself even more.Â
You donât go home, no, you canât stand to be in a house that resembles nothing but loss.Â
You turn the other way, towards Hawkins cemetery.Â
You just need to vent.Â
Even if only into the void.Â
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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 21
Warnings: none really, the tiniest amount of angst, mentions of insecurities and jealousy, allusions to an ED. Proofread but poorly, if you saw any mistakes... no you didn't
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader , Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: You and Eddie pay Steve and Robin a visit at Scoops Ahoy.
Word count: 5.3k+
A/N: @hellfire--cult I added the ice cream scene we talked about, I hope you like it hehe
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Eddie is looking out the window, sipping on the coffee he just made. The rain paddles down the windows, thunder rumbling softly in the distance. The light summer storms had always been his favorite, for some reason it always gave him an odd sense of comfort.
He didnât sleep last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the tears in your eyes, the ones that he had caused. He felt so guilty, he still feels guilty. He was scared, jealous and worried. The fear of losing you pushed him to behave so horribly towards you. The fear of losing you to him. Eddie had always wondered what would happen if you let Steve back into your life, it scared him because he knew, he knows that he holds nothing to Steve.Â
He thought that it was already happening, that he was already losing you and it hurt. He got defensive and he hurt you without realizing it.Â
The sound of footsteps pulls him out of his thoughts, he looks back, blood rushes to his cheeks and his eyes widen. He halts every movement, hand frozen mid air as he was just about to take another sip of the steaming hot coffee.Â
He was just about to greet you with one of his cheeky smiles but, itâs not you who just walked down the stairs. Itâs your mom â who he thought was already at work.Â
Just like him, she halts in her tracks and looks at the metalhead in surprise. She is already in her scrubs, a bag thrown over her shoulder and a tired look on her face.Â
If Eddie wasnât in just his boxers and a shirt, he wouldâve been less embarrassed.Â
She chuckles when she notices how embarrassed he looks, she walks into the kitchen, shaking her head in amusement.Â
âGood morning, Eddie.â
âM-Morning,â Eddie stammers, scratching the back of his neck, he places the mug on the kitchen counter.Â
He feels awkward. Itâs not the first time that he slept over but he usually never ran into your mom in the mornings.
âYouâre up early,â she says, seemingly not surprised about your little slumber party. She reaches for her favorite mug in the cupboard, she turns around, glancing at Eddie, âcouldnât sleep?âÂ
He shakes his head at her, watching as she prepares her coffee.Â
âThe storm woke me up.â
She nods and furrows her brows as she takes a sip.Â
âAre you kids doing anything fun today?âÂ
Eddieâs lips twitch. He is convinced that your mom will always call you âkidsâ.Â
âNah, I donât think so,â he shrugs, âwe might get some food at Bennyâs later.â
âThatâs nice, enjoy your last free day before tomorrow,â she says in amusement. Both you and Eddie are starting your full time jobs tomorrow.Â
Eddie groans, closing his eyes for a moment.Â
âFrom teenage hell to adult hell,â Eddie mumbles.
She laughs, shaking her head at him.
âOh Eddie, it wonât be that bad, youâve worked with cars before and you loved it every time, didnât you?âÂ
âI mean, yeah.â
âSee, itâs going to be fine. â Well, Iâm going to my âadult hellâ now,â she jokes as she makes her way out of the kitchen but then halts in her tracks. Eddie straightens up when she turns around, now with a more serious look on her face.Â
âThank you, Eddie.â
He tilts his head, not quite understanding what she is thanking him for.Â
She notices the confusion in his eyes.Â
âI donât know what wouldâve happened if she didnât have you â after her and Steve broke up, you know?âÂ
Eddieâs eyes soften. He nods his head slowly.
âYou make her happy.âÂ
He looks down at his cup. He is happy to hear that, though the guilt from treating you so badly yesterday, still lingers deep inside.Â
âO-Oh and Eddie, I really donât want to have to tell you this but, please use protection, my daughter is too young to have a baby.âÂ
Eddie almost chokes on the sip of coffee he just swallowed. His eyes widen, his jaw drops and he stares at the awkward look on your momâs face.Â
âMaâam! We are not â itâs not like that!âÂ
She raises her brows. Now, she is tilting her head at him.Â
âItâs not.. Wait ââ her eyes widen when she takes in the sight of his flustered face, âare you two not.. dating?âÂ
âExcuse me?â Eddie laughs, nervously.Â
She is quiet, for the longest two minutes, she is quiet and stares at Eddie in genuine confusion. She seems to think over every moment she has seen you with Eddie.Â
He would have laughed if he wasnât so flustered.Â
She shakes her head and mumbles some incoherent words under her breath. She clutches her purse tighter against her body. By the look on her face, Eddie already knows that you will be having an awkward conversation later with your mom.Â
âNevermind,â she laughs, waving at him, âI gotta go. Have a nice day.âÂ
She rushes out before he can even form a sentence.Â
âYou too,â Eddie mumbles.Â
A sigh falls from his lips when he hears the front door shutting. His brows knit together and he just now notices that his heart is racing in his chest. All this time, your mom thought that you were dating.Â
Should he be surprised?Â
Most people think that about you two. Benny. The old couple that sat in the booth behind you the other day. Your boss at the record store, Dustin and Uncle Wayne. And now, your mom too.Â
Why?Â
Is it because a friendship between a male and a female is so unusual?Â
Is it because you two are close? Closer than friends should be?Â
Is it because of the way he looks at you?
âGood morning.â
Your voice pulls Eddie out of his thoughts, he looks up to find you standing in the doorway. A tired look on your face, lips puffy and hair falling down your shoulders messily, a big shirt hanging loosely on your frame. Fuck. You look cute.Â
âMorning, sweetheart.â
You give him a small smile and make your way over to the coffee pot when you smell the freshly brewed coffee.Â
âYou made coffee? Youâre the best, Edâs,â you say with a tired and groggy voice.Â
His heart skips a beat. Itâs not the first time that he gets to see you like this. You have spent many mornings together, yet, something feels different.Â
âIâm so glad you stayed over, last night. Slumber parties with you are always fun.â
âYou just loved using me as your doll,â he jokes.Â
You scrunch your face up, turning around to look at him. There are still a few braids in his hair, traces of the black eyeliner that you draw on his eyelids, he got a little too dramatic when soap got into his eyes after he tried to wash it off again.Â
A giggle falls from your lips, ânot like you didnât like it,â you say into your cup as you take a sip.Â
Eddie saw it, the cheeky smirk that crossed your face, only for a second, but he saw it.Â
He would be lying if he said that he didnât like it.Â
Last night, he was scared that things would be awkward after the way he treated you all day. You had every right to be mad at him, to give him the cold shoulder but you didnât. Instead, you hugged him, even kissed his cheek and apologized in case you did something that upset him, after all. He didnât want that. He didnât want you to apologize. You had no reason to apologize but somehow you completely dismissed it when he told you that. You âeasilyâ moved on from the cold shoulder he gave you all day, you took his hand and led him downstairs and pretended that everything was fine.Â
You were desperate to keep the peace.Â
Thatâs how it worked in your relationship with Steve. You wanted peace during war. The moment he laid down the invisible weapons he hurt you with, you were quick to jump into his arms, submitting to him without considering the other option â walk away and never look back, something that you should have done to protect yourself and your fragile heart.Â
Eddie doesnât want you to do the same you did with Steve. He doesnât want you to submit just to keep the peace. You are allowed to be upset and to show him that. You have a voice, just like he does and he wants you to know that.Â
That is something you still have to learn.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â He asks, unable to hide the grin on his face.Â
You shrug, biting your bottom lip, ânothing.â
You look at him from beneath your lashes, acting innocent, like you didnât straddle his waist to draw the lines on his eyelids, last night.
âAre you planning to go home anytime soon?âÂ
âAre you trying to kick me out?â He chuckles.Â
âYes,â you joke as you make your way over to him, âof course not. I was thinking that we could just watch movies all day, maybe get some food later?â
You stop in front of him and he canât help but stare at you. The way you clutch the mug to your chest, the way you stand there in the big shirt that definitely belongs to him â you mustâve stolen it after a sleepover at his place. You look at him with the cutest smile he had ever seen. Shit.Â
He reaches for your hand, pulling you closer, instinctively.Â
âIâd love to spend my last day of freedom with you,â he says dramatically.Â
You roll your eyes, laughing.Â
âAlways so dramatic, Eddie. But, Iâd love to spend my last day of freedom with you too.âÂ
âPerfect,â he smiles at you, âletâs start with breakfast.â
âPancakes?âÂ
âPancakes.âÂ
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The new record store at the mall is smaller than the old one in town, itâs much more crowded and there is less space â much less space but for some reason, it appears cozier this way. The lights are dim, making the store much darker than all the other ones in the mall, string lights hang from the ceiling and posters of bands and singers decorate the gray walls.Â
Youâve been stacking up records for the past few hours, desperately counting down the hours till lunch break. Itâs not that you arenât used to working but a full time job is definitely different from part time, after school a few days a week.
You are grateful for your boss though, a middle aged man â a retired ârockstarâ who had taken a great liking to Eddie, youâre not surprised. He is nice, very laid back and he allows you to choose the music that always plays in the background. You can wear whatever you want and donât have to worry about any work uniforms.Â
The bell above the door rings, you donât turn around to see who it is, assuming that itâs another customer.Â
âExcuse me, miss, you donât happen to have the new Metallica album do you?âÂ
A smile tugs at your lips, you place the last record into the shelf before you turn around.Â
âMiss, really?â You giggle.Â
Eddie stands in front of you with a teasing grin. Hands behind his back, hair pulled into a low bun, a few strands falling out of the hair tie. He is wearing a red and black flannel, the sleeves bunched up at his elbows. Your eyes stop at his tattoos as always. You swallow.Â
âWhereâs your sexy work uniform?â You tease.Â
Eddie chuckles, leaning against the counter, he eyes you, âI donât have one yet â besides, they let me sit at the front desk, can you believe that?âÂ
âWait what? Youâre the hot secretary now?â You tease, walking towards him, âthe wives better hide their husbands.âÂ
A laugh falls from his lips and he scrunches his face up in disgust, âyou mean the grumpy mechanics who donât let me do shit?âÂ
You frown.Â
âLee â I mean, Wayneâs friend, the dude who hired me wasnât in today and the otherâs apparently know my dad so, they werenât exactly happy to see me there. They donât trust me.â
Eddie doesnât look sad about it, more so annoyed.Â
You roll your eyes and scoff, âthose stinky old assholes.â
He laughs, eyes lighting up in amusement.Â
âDo you want me to kick their asses? Cause you know, I will.â
He takes your hand, pulling you towards him, âoh you will, huh? Gonna get into trouble for little old me?â He smirks.Â
You nod, looking up at him through your lashes, âI will, yeah.â
âLee will be back tomorrow, heâll let me work.â
You nod.Â
âWell, if they know your dad then they also gotta know that he was good with cars at least, right?â You ask, shrugging.
He nods, rolling his eyes, âyeah but, I donât think they remember him for that. They just remember him for the shit he stole while he still worked there, oh and the money he took from the cash register.â
âThe cash register at the front desk?â
âYeah.â
âSo⌠they do trust you, Eddie. Otherwise they wouldnât trust you around the cash register if they thought that youâre anything like your dad â which, you could never be, by the way.âÂ
Eddieâs lips lift into a smile.
âYouâre Wayneâs boy, they know that. Hell, even Steveâs dad called you Wayneâs boy.â
His eyes widen, âwait, he did?âÂ
âYeah! When I was over for dinner at Steveâs place, you know, back in december?â
He nods.
âI told them about you and when I told them your name, his dad called you Wayneâs boy â he knew your dad too, by the way. He still called you Wayneâs boy.â
Eddie always thought that the Munson name was a curse. Most people know him as his fatherâs son â something he canât stand. He doesnât want to be like him, ever. People always hated him for things that he never did. Not only did they accuse him of things that his father did, they also made up stories about him, the rumors he heard about himself, made him physically sick sometimes.
If he wasnât a satanist or a criminal, he was that âgood for nothing Munson kidâ.Â
He had always worried about what people thought of him, as much as he didnât want to admit it, he always worried. Especially when it came to you but, you never made him feel like that, like heâs âgood for nothingâ. You made him feel like he is someone. Someone who matters, someone who can be more than just that Munson kid. Someone who is special.Â
âYouâre the best Munson â donât tell Wayne I said that.âÂ
He chuckles at your words but looks down at you with softened eyes. Your opinion matters the most to him.Â
âYou are so hardworking, Eddie, always helping your uncle and doing everything you can to make the people around you happy. Taking me out and buying me stuff even though you donât have to! Not that I donât love the things you get me,â you gesture to the rings on your fingers, making him smile. âI guess, what Iâm trying to say is, youâre amazing and you are good. Youâre nothing like your dad.â
You always get to him like no one else can. Even with just a few simple words, you touch his soul in a way no one else ever did â no one else ever will. Not only do you give him comfort and reassurance without needing to, after all, youâre just friends, you donât owe him reassurance but you do it naturally.Â
âShit, sweetheart, are you trying to make me cry on my lunch break?â He jokes.Â
âOf course not.â
You smile up at him with big eyes, that alone, gives him that nervous tingle, again.Â
You know that he still feels bad for how he treated you last Saturday. You donât want him to. He apologized, he made you breakfast, took you to Family Video, bought you ice cream and apologized about ten times. You know that he regrets it. You know that it wonât happen again, that he wonât do it again.Â
âNo making out while youâre on the clock, young lady.â
You pull away from Eddie to look at your boss. He is holding a clipboard in his hands, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose, he looks at you with a straight face, though you can see the amusement in his eyes when he notices the panicked look on your face.Â
âWeâre notââ
âHowâs it going, rockstar?â He asks, flashing Eddie a smile as he walks behind the counter, placing the clipboard down, he takes his glasses off.Â
âGood, Iâm just here to check out the new store,â Eddie says, lying. âBeen meaning to buy the new Metallica album.â
âYou ainât fooling anyone, boy. You already bought it when we were still downtown.âÂ
Eddie chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, âah shit, you got a good memory donât you?â
Rufus crosses his arms over his chest, chuckling, âI do.â He looks at you, âdo you wanna go on break now?â
âIâm not done with the recordsââ
âItâs fine, you finish that later, youâve been stacking them up all morning, go eat something, kid.âÂ
âI wonât say no to do that,â you chuckle.Â
You get your purse from the backroom and take off your name tag before you leave the store with Eddie. Even though itâs only 2pm, the mall is already crowded.Â
âIâm so excited to see Steve and Robin in their uniforms.â
âAre you really ready to see them? I bet Steve is wearing booty shorts.âÂ
You giggle and step closer to Eddie when a group of boys walks past you. Eddie places his hand on your back when you press your side against his.Â
âDo you wanna get some pizza first?â
âUh no, Iâve been thinking about ice cream all day!âÂ
He looks down at you skeptically, âdid you eat breakfast, at least?â
You give him an innocent smile, âyes?â
âSweetheart,â he mumbles, his smile slipping. âYou didnât have any breakfast?â
âI had coffee.â
âThatâs not breakfast!âÂ
âI wasnât hungry â oh look, Scoops Ahoy!âÂ
He gives you a disapproving look and takes your hands in his before you can walk into the store, he turns you towards him.Â
âWe can go eat something first if youâre hungry,â you say.Â
He smiles at you, shaking his head, âno, Iâm not hungry, right now.â
âWe can get takeout later?â You offer with a smile on your face, âyou can pick where to go.â
âNah, you can pick, sweetheart.â
You look into his brown eyes, you feel the warmth of his hand, he is looking at you, he is looking at you in a way that makes you feel seen. He had always looked at you that way, right from the start. You were unaware of the feeling that was going on inside of you, you were too focused on the pain. But now, now you feel.Â
You squeeze his hand, his lips twitch, something else takes over his face, something that makes your heart race.Â
Here you are, standing in the middle of the bustling mall, ignoring everything that is happening around you.Â
Youâre holding his hand, standing close, youâre looking at each other, you are looking into his eyes as he traces every inch of your face with his eyes.Â
âOut of the way, lovebirds.â
You both furrow your brows and tear your eyes away from each other, looking down to find Erica Sinclair glaring at you with an ice cream cone in her hand, her friends standing behind her, with similar looks on their faces.Â
âYou are blocking the way!â She says, pointing her finger at you.Â
âHello to you too, baby Sinclair,â Eddie says, knowing that it will piss her off.Â
She narrows her eyes at him, looking him up and down with a glare before she looks at you.Â
âIâm sorry, Lady Applejack, didnât mean to block your passage,â you chuckle.Â
You and Eddie step out of the way, looking at each other in amusement when she glares at you both before walking away with her friends.Â
âSuch a mean girl.â
âMean in a cool way,â Eddie says, chuckling.Â
âDefinitely,â you snort.Â
You let go of his hand when you walk into the shop, you look around, a few tables are occupied but the shop is mostly empty. When you look over at the counter, you see him, Steve, who âsubtlyâ took his hat off and threw it on the ground the moment you walked in.Â
You only see half of his outfit as he is still behind the counter, yet, you canât help but giggle, not because of the shirt but because of the pink cheeks, he is embarrassed.Â
Robin comes out of the backroom just as you walk up to the counter with Eddie by your side.Â
She halts in her tracks.
Eddie stares at her and Steve with raised brows, taking in the sight of their uniforms.Â
âDamn Buckley,â Eddie chuckles, looking her outfit up and down in amusement, âyou ready to set sail?â
You giggle at the annoyed look on her face.Â
âHas Châ your crush seen you like this yet?â He teases her.Â
âWhoâs your crush?â Steve asks.Â
âNone of your business, Dingus,â she scoffs with flushed cheeks.Â
âSteve, show me your whole outfit,â you giggle.
Steve sighs, hazel eyes filled with embarrassment as he walks around the counter. He rolls his eyes and runs his fingers through his hair again before he gestures to his whole outfit â the short shorts.Â
âTa da!â He mumbles, mockingly.Â
Eddie snorts, âdamn Harrington, turn around, show us the booty shorts from the back.â
âDude,â Steve mumbles with a frown on his face, causing Eddie to laugh.Â
âI donât know, the shorts are kinda doing it for me.â
All three of them turn to look at you with surprised looks on their faces. Eddieâs brows are raised. Robin tilts her head at you and Steve looks flustered.Â
You turn away from him with a giggle. Taking a step closer to the counter, you take a look at all the different ice cream flavors. You lick your lips, âso.. can I get some ice cream?â
Robin glances at Steve, who nods his head, âs-sure!âÂ
He walks around her, reaching for the scooper in his pocket, he flashes you a small smile, âso uh, what flavor do you want?âÂ
âHmm, I donât know, surprise me!âÂ
He smiles at you, loving the way your eyes are lit up as you look at all the flavors. You look happy again. He wondered how you felt after what happened with Eddie, he contemplated on giving you a call just to check on you but he didnât want to cross any boundaries.Â
He glances at Eddie, wondering how he is feeling after the way he behaved towards you. Steve always felt guilty, yet he kept repeating the same mistakes over and over again. He knows that Eddie wonât do the same thing he did, he saw the look in his eyes, the regret and the guilt when he finally realized how much he hurt you. Eddie would never do this to you again but neither would he â if he could turn back time, everything would be different.Â
He hands you the ice cream cone.Â
âU.S.S Butterscotch for the lady,â he grins.Â
âThanks sailor,â you giggle as you take the cone from his hand.Â
âIâll be right back,â you hear Robin say, stopping her conversation with Eddie, she goes back into the backroom.
âOh, thatâs good!â
Steve chuckles at the excited look in your eyes after trying the ice cream.Â
âYou like it?â Steve asks, smiling as he watches you eat.Â
You nod, âmhmm, Iâm gonna be here every lunch break.â
Steveâs eyes light up, this will be the highlight of every day here. Maybe, this job wonât suck after all.Â
âEddie, you need to try some of this!â
You turn to him, smiling happily.Â
He chuckles, not at the excited look on your face but at the ice cream on the corner of your mouth. He doesnât even think before he stretches his hand out to cup your cheek, using his thumb to get the ice cream off your lip.Â
Itâs something he had done before, hell, itâs something that you have done before. Yet, it feels different. His touch feels different. It makes your heart flutter.Â
You stand frozen in place, staring at him wide eyed with a blush on your cheeks. You watch how he licks the ice cream off his thumb, humming at the taste of it.Â
When he finally notices how you look at him, he grows flustered as well. His heart skips a beat when he sees how flustered you are but he canât seem to tear his eyes away from you. He stares at you and you stare at him.Â
And Steve looks between the two of you with an annoyed look on his face. He clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes. The bitter taste on his tongue almost becomes too overwhelming.Â
He claps his hands together to pull you two out of whatever trance you are both in. He's annoyed and jealous.
You and Eddie flinch at the loud noise, you two blink, cheeks growing hotter.Â
He clears his throat and you look down at the ice cream.Â
âSo, what do you want, Eddie?â Steve asks, giving him a fake smile as he points to all the ice cream flavors.Â
Eddieâs heart is racing and he is far from feeling calm. The blush is clearly very visible on his cheeks, otherwise Steve wouldnât stare at his cheeks that way.Â
âGive me a few samples, man,â Eddie smirks.Â
âOf course, the fucking samples,â Steve mumbles as he reaches for one of the sampling spoon. âAlright dude, what do you want?â He sighs.Â
A smug look appears on Eddieâs face when he sees the annoyance in Steveâs eyes.Â
âLetâs start with the boring ones,â he chuckles, âgive me the strawberry one, please.â
Eddie tilts his head to the side, giving Steve a smile that makes you laugh. You lean against the counter and watch the two of them. How Steve scoops up some of the strawberry ice cream and hands Eddie the tiny spoon.Â
âThere you go,â Steve mumbles.Â
âThanks dude.â
You lick your ice cream, watching Eddie try the pink ice cream.Â
Steve places both hands on his counter, rolling his eyes at Eddie before he looks at you. Watching you.Â
The windows behind him slide open and Robin looks out, smirking at you.Â
âYou guys wanna know what Steve said to one of our customers earlier?â She asks, âor better yet, how he tried to flirt?â
You raise your brows.Â
You arenât surprised to hear that he is flirting with girls again, but the feeling inside of you is still an unpleasant one. You donât want him. You really donât want him anymore but you are not in control of your feelings. You canât help but feel that sour taste on your tongue.
Steve groans, closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âDonât. I wasnât flirting!âÂ
He really wasnât flirting, yet, he still glances at you, wanting to know how you react to the news of him âflirtingâ. You instantly break eye contact and look down. If he didnât know any better, he would think that you are jealous.Â
âOh no no, do tell us what he said,â Eddie says, throwing the spoon into the little trash can, âgive me the cinnamon one now.â
Steve sighs, âyeah yeah.â
âWhat did he say, Robin?âÂ
Steve looks back at Robin, shaking his head at her, mouthing, âplease donât.â
She just gives him another smug smile before she clears her throat.Â
âAhoy ladies! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? Iâll be your captain, Iâm Steve Hââ
âRobin!â Steve groans, turning around to glare at her after handing Eddie another sample.
You and Eddie burst into laughter, both at the deep voice she mocked and at the words that apparently spilled from his lips earlier. He reaches for one of the bananas on the counter, throwing it at her but she slides the windows shut again before it can hit her.Â
âKing Steve is Captain Steve now,â you giggle.Â
He turns around, glaring at you with flushed cheeks.Â
âHarrington, saying you will take them into an ocean of flavor is not the way.â
Steve clenches his jaw, glaring at the metalhead who leans down, placing his elbows on the counter. The smug look on his face, the smirk and amusement in his eyes is making him angry.Â
âNow, can I try the⌠banana boat?âÂ
At his choice, Steve smirks and nods. He reaches for another spoon from the little bowl, scooping some of the ice cream on it, he holds it out to him but before Eddie can reach for the spoon, he puts it up to his mouth. Eddie frowns in confusion, he opens his mouth but before he can say anything, Steve sticks the spoon into his mouth, catching him off guard.Â
âIs that enough flavor for you, Munson?âÂ
Your eyes widen and you raise your hand towards your lips, holding a giggle back at the shocked look on Eddieâs face.Â
Eddie pulls back and throws the spoon away.Â
âNope,â he mumbles and turns away, walking out of the shop with a flustered look on his face. You watch him, you know that he wonât actually leave, but clearly he got embarrassed by this.Â
Steveâs lips are pulled into a smirk.Â
You turn back to him with raised brows.Â
âIâm not taking flirting advice from someone that blushes when he gets fed. Jesus christ..â
âYou should feed him more often,â you giggle.Â
Steve crosses his arms over his chest, âhe would fall in love with me, better not.â
You roll your eyes at him, âyou wish.â
âDonât get jealous now, I wonder what would happen if I fed him a chocolate covered banana.â
âSteve!âÂ
He laughs at the look on your face.Â
âYouâre a pervert,â you mumble.
âYeah, you love me though.â
The moment those words leave his lips and he sees the stunned look on your face, he freezes and so do you. His eyes widen, a nervous laugh falls from his lips.Â
Neither of you say anything, you just stare at each other, awkwardly.Â
âDingus! You need to bring in the shipment from outside!â Robin yells, opening the windows again.Â
He closes his eyes and sighs, turning around with an angry look on his face.Â
âWhy canât you do it?!â
âIâm weak!â She lies.Â
âTheyâre not that heavy, theyâre fucking sprinkles, Robin.â
She gives him a small smile, holding her hands up before she walks back.Â
He sighs, âalright, I got it.â
âYeah uh, I gotta go,â you mumble, looking down at your ice cream to avoid looking at him.Â
âOkay uh â see you tomorrow?âÂ
You hear the hope in his voice and you see it in his eyes too when you lift your chin to look at him.Â
âY-Yeah.â
âOkay,â he smiles.
âBye.â
âBye y/n.â
You give him a small smile. A smile that is enough to make everything in him feel lighter, better, happier. His heart feels alive at every glance you give him, every smile you flash him is enough to heal his heart piece by piece.Â
But every time you leave, the sadness creeps back in.Â
You leave the store and look around for Eddie, a smile appears on your face when you spot him. You walk away, disappearing from his view.Â
His shoulders slump and he blinks as he looks down, sighing.Â
Steve knows that he might never get you back, not the way he has you, at least. But as long as you wear the locket around your neck, as long as you still smile at him, as long as you still appear in his life.Â
There is still hope, right?
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iâm currently at eddies door ab to beat him up while iâm sending steve a box of chocolates
also canât wait for steve and robins friendship to blossomâ¤ď¸
incredible as always babe
I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 20
Warnings: angst, kinda mean!Eddie, mentions of an ED, fluff at the end
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Summary: Tension arises between you and Eddie when Steve steps back into your life.
Word count: 8k+
A/N: If there's any typos or mistakes, you didn't see them! @hellfire--cult thanks for feeding me ideas, I'm blessed to have you
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You canât explain the awful feeling in your stomach or the suffocating feeling in your chest.
You have trouble understanding why it all feels so wrong when itâs all you have dreamed of for so long. Steve kissed you in a way he had never kissed you before, not even when you had just started dating did he kiss you with so much passion and love the way he did last night.Â
His touch was gentle, his lips were soft and he was so desperate to feel you against him â you were just as desperate and the kiss just showed how much you still love him, how much you still want him, how much you crave him even after everything that happened between you both. But, not even the passion of the kiss could erase the things he had done to you.Â
The moment it all caught up to you, the moment something else came to your mind, you pushed him away and you ran, you ran away from him and now you feel guilty for it but you couldnât stay, you couldnât stick around any longer.Â
You found Robin and Chrissy, blabbering out what happened to you before you begged them to take you home.
Now, you are laying in your bed, staring up at the white ceiling. Youâre glad that you havenât had much alcohol last night. The sharp pain in your lower stomach is already bad enough, you wouldnât want to deal with both a headache and the awful cramps.Â
You donât know how, but you manage to drag yourself out of the comfort of your bed. When the pain in your stomach gets sharper, you suddenly regret the plans that you had made with your friends for today.Â
Your heart leaps to your throat when your phone starts ringing. You donât bother to hurry down the stairs to pick it up. You know who it is but you arenât ready to talk to him.Â
Eddie had done nothing wrong, he had never done anything wrong.Â
But the thought of talking to him or even facing him fills you with an awful feeling, one that you canât describe. You know you canât run from it, you had made plans with Robin, Chrissy and Eddie.Â
You let the phone ring and disappear into the bathroom, you close the door and drown out the voice of the shrill sound.Â
You hope that a hot shower will help you get rid of that sickening feeling but your mind canât rest and every time you think back to that kiss, you feel that immense guilt. Why? You wanted it, you wanted it just as much as he did.Â
Steve is single and so are you, there is not a reason for you to feel guilty about something that you had wanted for so long.Â
Or, maybe you feel guilty for doing this to yourself⌠again. Because why are you letting him back in? Why are you giving him the chance to hurt you again?Â
It doesnât matter how he feels about you, it doesnât matter how much he loves you, it doesnât matter, not anymore.Â
He hurt you too many times for you to just let him back into your life like this.Â
You cannot give him the chance to hurt you again.Â
The clock strikes 2 when the doorbell rings. You furrow your brows when you look at the watch on your vanity, the one you never wear. Eddie is always on time when it comes to you but never when he picks up Robin first, she is always running late. You take one last look at yourself, fluffing out your hair a little more before you drop the lipgloss on the table. You smoothe down your skirt and reach for your little purse, picking out your favorite cardigan on the way out.Â
The doorbell rings again when you walk down the stairs, âIâm coming!â You sigh.Â
When you open the door, you donât expect to see him on the other side. The smile that tugged at your lips instantly falls and tension arises in your body.Â
âHi.â
Steve.Â
Your shoulders slump as you take in the sight of him. The soft and apologetic eyes, the hopeful look in his features. The messy hair.Â
âHey,â you whisper.Â
âC-Can we talk?âÂ
Youâd rather not. The fear that he will pull you back in is too big.Â
âWhat about?âÂ
You keep holding onto the door, staring at him as you try to calm the feeling in your chest. He had already walked you home last night, even though you tried to protest against it, he couldâve talked to you then but he stayed quiet, you did too.Â
He licks his lips as he looks down nervously. The atmosphere around you had changed yet again. You were ready to let him back into your life. You smiled at him again, you talked to him again, you wanted to be his friend â he ruined it all with a kiss and he knows it.
âI-Iâm sorry, sweetheart.âÂ
As you look into his eyes, you know, you just know, he is genuine about it. Thereâs remorse lingering in them and fear â fear of losing you again.Â
âSteve,â you sigh.Â
âI-I wasnât â I wasnât thinking about how much I would hurt you again a-and, I-I just wanted, no, needed to kiss you again. I messed up, I was a selfish prick. And I promise, it wonât happen again if you donât want it.â He is pleading with his eyes as he looks down at you, âI loved every second of it b-but I shouldnât have done it. I-I just, please forgive me, dolly.â
Steve had never begged for forgiveness when you were still together, he had done so many awful things, he hurt you so many times but he never begged for forgiveness, he just dismissed them and moved on and acted like he had never done anything wrong.Â
âI wonât ever do it again,â he says, even though kissing you is all he wants to do. âI just, I donât want to lose you again.â
You donât want to lose him again either.Â
Something about the look in his eyes and the sadness in his voice makes you feel guilty.Â
You nod.Â
âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âYeah,â you breathe, âjust, promise me that you wonât kiss me again.â
âI promise!â He exclaims with wide eyes, âI promise, I wonât do anything you donât want me to do. I-I know that weâre not exactly friends but I-Iâd love for us to be friends again.â
Right now, you donât see the Steve that hurt you. You see the boy you used to play hide and seek with. The boy who used to pick flowers for you. The boy who used to pick you up in the afternoons to get sundaes at Bennyâs. The boy you made a pact with when you were little kids â that you would stay friends, no matter what.Â
And Steve really needs a friend. He doesnât have Tommy anymore, he doesnât have Nancy anymore â who is left?
âSteve?âÂ
âYes?â He asks, furrowing his brows when you completely dismiss his words.Â
âWho do you hang out with?âÂ
âNo one,â he says without a single moment of hesitation.Â
It might be his fault but you still feel bad for him. You and Tommy were his only friends and now he has neither one of you left.Â
He has no one.Â
No friends and not even his parents to come home to â they are never there.
Maybe itâs the image of him alone or maybe itâs just the look in his eyes that makes you feel heartbroken, sad for the man in front of you, the one who used to be your everything.Â
Suddenly, you feel the need to keep the promise that you had made as kids.Â
You open your mouth to speak but the sound of a car â a van pulling up to your driveway makes you freeze in your spot. Your heart leaps to your throat and you swallow harshly.Â
Eddie.
Oh no. You had been ignoring his calls all day, breaking the promise that you would call after every party â you didnât, at least not last night. You couldnât.Â
He gets out of the van and closes the door. You are so focused on him that you donât see Chrissy and Robin on the other side of the van. Eddie stares at Steveâs car with a frown on his face and when he looks your way, he freezes.Â
Steve notices the panicked look in your eyes, the nervousness is written all over your face. He turns around. Eddie stands there with a frown on his face, anger in his features and disappointment.
Robin and Chrissy share a look when they find Steve on your front porch. They are the firsts to walk towards you, glancing at Eddie nervously.Â
You tear your eyes away from Eddie when Chrissy walks up the stairs, brushing past Steve, completely ignoring his presence.Â
âHey!â She smiles but with a questioning look in her eyes. You know what she is thinking; what is he doing here?Â
âHey Chris,â you smile and greet her with a hug. She places her hand on your shoulder when she pulls back, eying the skirt you are wearing, her eyes lighten up, âoh my god, is it the one we bought last week together?âÂ
âYes!â
âI love it, itâs so cute!âÂ
âDonât you have the same one?â Robin asks, chuckling as she approaches you, eying Steve weirdly.Â
He rolls his eyes and sighs.Â
âYes but itâs not the same color, Robs!âÂ
Robin gives Chrissy a teasing smile before she looks over at you, âhey wild child, are you good after last night?â She tilts her head in his direction, raising her brows at you as though to say âwhat the fuck is he doing here?âÂ
You wouldâve laughed at the nickname she just gave you if it wasnât for the intense look that Eddie is giving you as he walks up the stairs as well. You see his clenched jaw, he is angry â angry that you ignored his calls, angry to see him here. But there is also a hint of sadness in his brown orbs and you canât take it â you canât stand to see even a sliver of sadness in his eyes.Â
He quickly masks it with something else, just the way he always does.Â
âThanks for the call, sweetheart,â he says sarcastically, furrowing his brows with a fake smile on his lips, âI mean for thanks for letting me know that you got home safe. Oh and super nice of you to keep ignoring my calls all day too.âÂ
You canât even look at him so you look down.Â
Steveâs brows stayed furrowed, the tension and the awkwardness isnât hard to miss. Eddie looks at him in a way that almost makes him shrink under the weight of his eyes. So he turns back to you. You are blinking, chewing on your bottom lip and breathing heavily. You feel guilty, so guilty that you canât even look at Eddie. Steveâs heart drops a little. He remembers how he felt when Nancy kissed him, how he couldnât look into your eyes without feeling like the guilt was eating at him. He felt horrible, even when it wasnât a kiss he initiated or even let happen, he still felt guilty, just as guilty as you are feeling, right now.Â
But you and Eddie are just friends, right?Â
Robin and Chrissy look at each other awkwardly.Â
âEddie, I-Iâm sorry,â you say softly, âI had the worst headacheââ
âYeah, I can see that,â he mumbles, glancing at Steve.
Steve rolls his eyes at Eddieâs attitude.Â
âLook, can we just go?â Robin asks, wanting to escape the awkward situation.Â
âYes please,â Chrissy mumbles.Â
You look up, slowly looking between your friends. You already know that Robin and Chrissy are both going to be too busy with each other and Eddie is clearly pissed â you have seen him angry before but the anger was never directed at you and you know very well how he can be when heâs pissed.
Before you can stop the words from spilling, you look up at Steve.Â
âSteve is coming too.â
All four of them turn to you, looking at you wide eyed â as though you had gone crazy.Â
Chrissy looks annoyed, Robin looks confused, Eddie looks at you in disbelief and Steve, he stares at you with softened eyes.Â
âI invited him,â you lie.Â
Steve shakes his head at you, he doesnât want you to feel like you have to include him, this is not what he came here for. He just wanted to apologize and make things right.Â
Robin looks away with a clenched jaw and Chrissy looks down to hide her eye roll.Â
âCan I talk to you, sweetheart?â Eddie asks, tilting his head.Â
âYeah,â you whisper, nervously.Â
You walk past Steve and the girls, clutching your cardigan tightly as you step out on the porch. Eddie places his hand on your lower back and leads you down the stairs and towards his van.Â
âEddie, Iâm sorry. I-I didnât mean to ignore youââ
âDid something happen?â He asks and finally swallows the anger down. He can hear the trembling in your voice, the shakiness of your hand which might be caused by something else.Â
He feels the urge to cup your cheeks so he can see your eyes but you keep looking down at the graveled ground.Â
You simply shake your head.Â
âWhy didnât you call me?â He asks softly, this time.Â
âI was really tired and I drank too much, I wasnât thinking.â
You raise your head a little, daring to look at him.Â
âYouâre lucky Robin called me otherwise I wouldâve broke into your house.â
Your lips twitch and you break into a smile, âwouldnât be the first time.â
He canât help but smile back at you, his anger melting away.Â
âI-Iâm sorry for inviting him, I know none of you want him around.â
âThen why did you invite him?â He asks, not out of anger but out of curiosity.
You can see the annoyance lingering in his eyes, the same annoyance you saw in Chrissyâs and Robinâs eyes.Â
You donât know why you feel the need to explain yourself but when you look at him, you know you have to.Â
âHe is just a friend now, I promise. I-I donât want him like that â heâs just my friend.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes skip over your face. Your brows are furrowed, eyes pleading and filled with honesty â he just doesnât understand what the guilt is for.Â
âI still donât understand why he has to be included.â
âHeâs alone, Eddie.â
His brows knit together and he shakes his head.Â
âNo, he isnât? Heâs with Nancy and bitchy Carol and fucktard Tommyââ
âHe broke up with Nancy and he doesnât have friends. Not anymore.â
Oh.Â
If there is one thing Eddie knows, itâs loneliness. And he canât help but pity him. There isnât much that he knows about Steve except for the things that you told him and his absent parents â itâs something that he unfortunately can relate to. He knows what itâs like to have no one. But fear grows inside of him at the news of Steve being single.Â
âFine, donât expect me to not mess with him though.â
You roll your eyes, snorting at his words.Â
âYou two will be menaces to each other.âÂ
Whenever Eddie felt vulnerable, angry or hurt, heâd put on a mask, he would hide his true feelings by putting on a front. He had never felt that need to do that with you, not until now.Â
He watches you with a weird feeling in his chest when you walk back to Steve.Â
Robin gives Eddie a pitiful look but the latter refuses to show how insecure or sad he is. He puts on a fake smile and looks over at Steve.Â
âI always wanted to take your girl for a ride.âÂ
Steveâs head snaps towards him, halting his movements, he stops jingling with his car keys and gives Eddie a weird look.Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
Robin and Chrissy look at you before they turn to each other, erupting into a fit of giggles at the double innuendo.Â
Eddie briefly glances at you before he nudges his chin into the direction of Steveâs BMW.Â
Steve squints his eyes, âyeah, keep dreaming, Munson.â
Eddie chuckles, âI will.â
âWait, are we taking your car?â You ask, turning to Steve.Â
Robin mumbles something under her breath and Chrissy shushes her in response, nudging her shoulder.Â
âCan we talk, y/n?â Steve asks.
âYeah, at the movies.âÂ
You know exactly what he wants to talk about. He doesnât want to intrude and he probably feels awkward to be around your friends.Â
âCome on.â
Steve sighs, knowing that you wonât take no for an answer, he just gestures for you all to get in his car. He expects you to take the passenger seat but instead, you take Eddieâs hand in yours and lead him to the passenger side.Â
âYou can sit in the front,â you smile at Eddie as he looks down at you in confusion.Â
âIâll sit in the back with Chris and Robin.â
âUhââÂ
âLetâs go before the movie starts!â You say before anyone else can protest.Â
Eddie and Steve share a look, not a very excited or happy one, itâs more one of annoyance. Neither of them want to spend time with the other. But they get in the car nonetheless.Â
Chrissy and Robin get in as well, begrudgingly so.Â
âAre we still going out for pizza afterwards?â Robin asks, looking between Chrissy, Eddie and you.Â
Steve looks at you through the rearview mirror, seeing the way you scrunch your face up in disgust.Â
âYeah, we can order some when we get back to my place,â you mumble, âI definitely need some McDonald's today though.âÂ
Robin raises her brows in surprise, âwhat, is that hangover food for you or something?âÂ
Chrissy chuckles beside her.Â
âNot exactly.â
No. Itâs not your hangover food. Steve knows it. You only ever craved McDonaldâs once a month.Â
âHey Robin, did you tell y/n about your new job yet?â She asks, trying to ease the tension in the car.Â
Your lips part when you look over at your friend, âwait, what new job? You found something new?âÂ
âYes!â Robin says, pretending to be excited, âIâm starting next week.â
âWhere?â
âScoops Ahoy!â
Chrissy smiles, nodding in excitement.Â
Steve turns around, looking at you, surprised. His lips twitch and you almost laugh. Eddie glances between the two of you.
âOh,â he furrows his brows, âthe ice cream shop, huh?âÂ
âYup.â
Robin doesnât even acknowledge him properly, just nods into his direction. Oh, this is going to be interesting.Â
âSo, have you met your co-workers yet?â You ask.Â
She twists the rings on her fingers, shaking her head.Â
âNope, I guess, Iâll meet them on monday.â
âYou donât have to,â you giggle.
âHuh?âÂ
The look of confusion amuses even Steve.Â
You point your finger at Steve, who waves at Robin mockingly.Â
Her eyes widen, for a moment she looks shocked before she lets out a groan of annoyance, âyou gotta be kidding me..âÂ
âHey there, co-worker,â Steve says, unable to hold back his chuckle.Â
She slumps back, looking very miserable before her eyes light up and she sits back up, âwait! Does that mean that you have to wear one of those sailor uniforms too?â
At that, Steve groans and looks away.Â
âSailor uniforms?âÂ
âCome by on monday and youâll see Steve in a pair of skimpy sailor shorts,â Robin winks at you.Â
While you and Chrissy laugh and even Eddie joins in, smirking at Steve, âare you gonna wear some slutty shorts, Harrington?â
âShut up,â Steve mumbles, closing his eyes.Â
âAlright, alright,â Robin mumbles, âcan you start the car, dingus? Weâre gonna miss the movie!â
âYeah,â he sighs as he starts the car.
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The drive to the movies wasn't the most joyful one youâve been on. Eddie kept pestering Steve about his music choices. Steve kept rolling his eyes at him and Chrissy and Robin kept whispering to you.Â
âWhy is he here?â
âWhy did you invite him?â
âAre you with him again?âÂ
âWhat about ââ
You never got to hear the end of Robinâs question, Chrissy slapped her shoulder before she could finish it.Â
Walking into the movie theater has always been a nostalgic feeling to you, it always takes you back to your childhood. Itâs oddly comforting. The smell of popcorn and butter makes your mouth water and you canât wait to dig into the sweet treat.Â
After buying the tickets, Chrissy takes your hand and leads you over to the lounge area while the others go to buy the snacks.Â
The moment you take a seat, she starts bombing you with questions again. Rambling and throwing one after the other at you, not even giving you the chance to reply.Â
âChrissyââ
âNo, please donât tell me that youâre getting back with him,â she says, crinkling your nose. She watched you cry over him more than once, even before the break up.Â
You shake your head, âno,â you mumble, taking a look at the others as they stand by the counter.Â
âI just â heâs different now.â
Chrissy scoffs at your words, rolling her eyes.Â
âRight, they all change when they get dumped.â
âHe didnât get dumped, he broke up with Nancy â and it doesnât even matter! I donât want to date him, I-I just, weâre friends now, I guess.â
Chrissy knows that Steve had always been more than just your boyfriend. He was your best friend, long before she became friends with you.Â
âI just donât want him to hurt you again, y/n.â
You tilt your head and smile at her, âplease, donât worry about me. I wonât let that happen, not again. Weâre friends. Thatâs all.â
She nods at your words and glances at the others. Steve and Eddie seem to be fighting about something, she canât help but chuckle in amusement.Â
Eddie rolls his eyes at Steve, leaning closer to him to mock him about something.Â
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
She tilts her head at you, âwell, I guess, Steve tagging along makes things more entertaining.â
With furrowed brows, you take a look at them â Eddie is holding a bag of popcorn in one hand, throwing some at Steve with the other.
âGuys!â You hear Robinâs annoyed voice.Â
You snort.Â
Robin is the first to come back, annoyance written all over her face,âthey are so immature.â
She hands Chrissy the bag of popcorn and a box of Reese's pieces.Â
âTheyâre men, what do you expect?â
âYouâre right,â Robin says to Chrissy.Â
âSweetheart, tell Steve that you prefer salted popcorn,â Eddie says when he comes back, âhe insisted on sweet popcorn.âÂ
Steve rolls his eyes at Eddie, stopping next to him.Â
âHere we go again,â Robin mumbles under her breath.Â
Steve already knows your answer so he doesnât even look at you expectedly. Eddie seems to look like he knows your answer too and he does, but today it isnât the right one.Â
âUh.â You get up and look at your best friend with an apologetic look in your eyes as you reach for the bag in Steveâs hand. âIâm sorryâŚâ
Eddieâs eyes flash with confusion and his face falls. If you didnât feel so guilty already, you wouldâve been amused by the look of betrayal on his face. He is so dramatic. Youâd be lying if you said that itâs something you donât love about him though.
âW-What?â He scoffs as his lips set in a pout, âwe always get salted popcorn!âÂ
âYeah and itâs my favorite but Iâm craving something sweet today. Iâm sorry, Edâs.â
Eddie rolls his eyes and looks away from you, âand how did you know that?â He asks Steve.Â
Steve could have been smug about it, especially, seeing as it makes Eddie mad.Â
He shrugs, âitâs just something that we always used to get when we came here,â he lies.Â
Suddenly, you want to run, you want to escape. So you grab your purse and leave the group, pretending to look at the ticket that you were holding all this time. Chrissy gets up to follow you and so does Steve.Â
Robin and Eddie stay back though, glancing at each other.
Itâs not that they hate him. They donât. But they know what he did to you, they know how much he hurt you, how much you suffered because of him and he had done nothing to earn your trust back. He just weaseled his way back into your life and you let him.Â
And despite his jealousy and the fear of losing you, Eddie still isnât as angry as Robin is â because he thinks about your words; âHeâs alone, Eddie.â
Eddie and Robin follow the three of you, he watches you, he watches how you interact with Steve and Chrissy, laughing at something he said.Â
âIâm so fucking pissed,â Robin says.Â
âWhy?â He asks but keeps his eyes on you.Â
âBecause he will just hurt her again. I canât believe she feels bad for him after the shit he did to her.â
âWell, canât really fight her when sheâs this stubborn,â Eddie shrugs.Â
âYeah, but he doesnât want to be friends with her â I mean, when Billy kissed her he was like all rough and shit, and then Heather â fuck, when Heather told me she kissed Steve, I was fuming!â She says, looking up as she groans in anger.Â
Eddie feels like someone had dropped a bucket of ice cold water over him. He freezes and halts in his tracks, eyes widening as he feels his heart sinking to his stomach.Â
âW-What?â Eddie mumbles.Â
Robin stops walking when she notices that Eddie is no longer beside her. She glances at the three of you before she turns back to him and sees the look of confusion and sadness in his eyes â fuck. She should have known. She shouldâve known that you didnât tell him. That is why you didnât call him. That is why you didnât pick up any of his calls.Â
âS-She kissed Steve a-and Billy?â He asks with widened eyes, âplease, tell me youâre joking, Robin.â
Robinâs own eyes widen as well and she starts shaking her head wildly, âno! It was spin the bottle.âÂ
A part of him feels relieved but the other part is still tense. His eyes begin to hurt.Â
He curses at himself for not being there last night. You wouldnât have to kiss Billy if he was there, you wouldnât have to kiss Steve.Â
âB-But it was just a game, right?â
A guilty feeling overcomes Robin and she already begins to regret that she even mentioned it.Â
She wants to say âyes, it was just a gameâ but Robin was never a good liar and even if she tried, he would know that she is not telling the truth.Â
âIt was just a game,â Eddie repeats, âher kissing Steve was just a game, right?âÂ
He doesnât even care about Billy, the kiss with him was just a game.Â
âEddieââ
âCome on, Robin,â he mumbles, shakily.Â
He knows he has no right to be upset over a kiss. You are not even his to lose. But he always hoped, deep down, he always hoped that there might be a chance for him someday.Â
âShe told me that he kissed her again afterwards â outside.â
Eddieâs shoulders slump, his heart feels heavy in his chest. He feels so stupid to think that you wouldnât do this. You could only resist him for so long. Steve Harrington still has your heart after all.Â
âBut Eddie, I donât think that it meant anything to her. She rejected him and then came to find me.â
Her words do nothing to make him feel better.Â
Robin looks at him, anxiously. She knows how resentful Eddie can be when heâs hurt and by the look on his face, she knows that he is deeply hurt.Â
âAre you guys coming?â Chrissy asks, interrupting Robin who was just about to say something.Â
Eddie looks down with a clenched jaw. He doesnât even want to be here anymore.Â
âYeah. Come on, Eddie.â
Eddie follows begrudgingly. He knows that he shouldnât feel that way. It shouldnât hurt as much. You are still just friends after all, you are not his girlfriend, you are not his, your heart isnât his.Â
You never gave any signs that you wanted him back, not even once.Â
He shouldnât be this upset. He shouldnât feel so jealous.Â
But it isnât just the kiss or the kisses.Â
You have only spent one evening with Steve, kissed him twice and you are already distancing yourself from him. Ignoring him and his calls. He is already losing you.Â
His mood only gets worse when he finds you sitting next to him, giggling at something he said to you. He rolls his eyes and sits down on the other side of you.Â
You turn away from Steve and towards him, smiling at him, âhey.â
âHey,â he grumbles.Â
He doesnât even see the creased brows or the saddened look in your eyes, heâs staring at the white screen.Â
âHow was the campaign last night?âÂ
âGood.â
âOkay,â you mumble and lean back again, you frown in confusion. Is he this upset over some salted popcorn?Â
Steve looks over at Eddie, his jaw is clenched, he blinks faster than usual, he is pissed. He was pissed before but not like this, he seemed to have calmed down on the drive here and even while they were at the counter, buying snacks, he seemed fine and even laughed and teased him, now he just looks angry.Â
He glances at Robin who sits next to him, she is chewing on her bottom lip and bouncing her knee, completely ignoring Chrissyâs rambling. The room might be dark, but Steve can see the guilt in her eyes.Â
âHey Robin,â he whispers.Â
She rolls her eyes at him, âwhat?â
âYou didnât tell Eddie about the kiss did you?â He whispers, careful that you arenât listening.Â
She freezes a little and that is enough of an answer. Shit. Steve doesnât really care about Eddie or about what he feels. He understands him but he still doesnât care.Â
He cares about you. Back at your house, he saw the way you avoided Eddieâs eyes, the way you looked so scared and guilty, you were scared of his reaction thatâs why you avoided him. You didnât want him to know.Â
Now he knows and you donât know that he does.Â
âAre you not gonna tell me about it?â Steve hears you asking him.Â
Eddie doesnât even glance at you, he only leans further away from you.Â
âI wouldâve told you if you picked up the fucking phone last night.â
Youâre taken aback by the anger in his words, by the curse words that he never ever directed at you.Â
Normally, you would have said something but the guilt that you are still feeling makes you unable to talk. Besides, you are too intimidated to say anything back, scared that he will lash out on you because, clearly, he is deeply upset about something.Â
Steve watches how you turn away from him, you roll your eyes but the sadness gives away how hurt you are by Eddieâs attitude towards you.Â
Steve glares at Eddie, the urge to whack him across his curly head is strong.Â
He nudges your shoulder and gives you a soft smile when you look at him, âyou okay?âÂ
You hesitate, â...yes.â
Eddie narrows his eyes to look at the two of you and he keeps doing it during the whole movie.Â
Normally, you would comment on certain scenes, so would he. Normally, you would laugh together and you would lean your head on his shoulder, he would wrap his arm around you.Â
Today, he leans away from you and after a few attempts to talk to him or make him laugh, you give up when he keeps brushing you off. You lean away from him as well. He doesnât comment on anything and neither do you anymore. He is still pissed and you are still tense, your mind is filled with thoughts that you donât want to think about and despite the painkillers you took earlier, your stomach is still cramping. You are hurting today.Â
Despite the funny moments in the movie, you cannot laugh, in fact, you feel like crying â whether itâs your period making you overly emotional or just Eddie.
Eddie is giving you the cold shoulder and it hurts, it fucking hurts.Â
He had never done anything like that to you before.Â
You have been close friends for almost a year now and not once had he said or done anything to hurt you. But now, he is giving you the silent treatment, the cold shoulder and you canât stand it because itâs something that Steve used to do to you.Â
Whenever he was upset about something, he wouldnât talk, he wouldnât tell you what was going on in his mind, he wouldnât tell you what you did wrong, he would simply give you the cold shoulder and ignore you for the rest of the day.
And now Eddie is doing the same to you.Â
Eddie who you thought would never do this.Â
The moment the credits start rolling, you jump up from the seat and push past Eddie. You rush out of the room after making up some excuse that you have to use the bathroom.Â
âIs she okay?â Chrissy asks Eddie.Â
âHow would I know?â He snaps at her and gets up as well, leaving the others behind as he makes his way out as well.Â
Chrissy scrunches her face up and looks at Robin, âwhatâs gotten into him?â
âJesus..â Steve runs his fingers through his hair, âwhat a brat.âÂ
âWho?â Chrissy asks as she takes a proper look at his face for the first time today, âEddie?â
âYeah.â
âYouâre right,â she mutters under her breath as she gets up, âI canât believe Iâd ever agree with you.â
Steve isnât offended by her words. He knows that your friends never liked him and he doesnât blame them. They have always been protective of you and of your feelings, something that he wasnât when you were dating.Â
âLetâs just go,â Robin says, âI need the pizza now.â
After some internal pep talk and five minutes of trying to keep yourself from breaking down, you leave the bathroom and step back into the empty hallway â almost empty hallway. You are almost startled by his presence. Out of all your friends, you didnât expect to see him waiting for you.Â
You halt in your tracks. He is looking at you the same way he did when he just came to your place.Â
Eddie looks at your eyes, he notices the glassiness right away, whether you cried or not, he feels awful, despite the jealousy and the anger that he is still feeling.Â
âWho pissed in your coffee this morning?â You finally snap at him.Â
If he wasnât so on edge already, he wouldâve laughed and he wouldâve loved the cute frown on your face.Â
If he didnât have a sleepless night, he maybe wouldnât have been so pissed but the sleepless night was your fault.Â
Even through the angry haze, he can see how beautiful you look today â you always look beautiful but something about the way you look today makes his heart race even faster. Maybe itâs the new skirt or maybe itâs the way you did your makeup or the fact that you are wearing his ring â you always wear it but, somehow, it means even more to him that you are wearing it today, even after the kiss with him.Â
Eddie never gets to answer your question.Â
Your friends join the two of you and interrupt your little tense moment.Â
âLetâs go, weâre gonna order some pizza.â
You tear your eyes away from his, sighing as you walk past him.Â
âYeah, can we order? I donât feel like eating there.â
Robin and Chrissy nod. They pull you away from Eddie and Steve.Â
Both men stay behind for a moment, Eddie looks at the ground, a mixture of guilt and anger still deep in his features.Â
Steve wants to say something and he opens his mouth but decides against it. Anything that he will say, will only anger the metalhead even further and he doesnât want to risk making things worse.
So he turns around and walks away.Â
You are surprised to see Robin and Steve sharing a knowing look when you all get back into his car, they both take a look at Eddie, who is silent, unlike on the drive here.Â
Chrissy leans closer to you, she cups her hand over her mouth, âdid something happen between you and Eddie?â She whispers, giving you a look of concern and confusion.Â
You shake your head at her and shrug. You are just as confused.Â
Her eyes soften when she sees the worry and the hurt in your eyes, she gives you a sad smile and takes ahold of your hand, trying to comfort you.Â
Your lips twitch, you squeeze her hand back before you turn away, looking out the window instead.Â
The day started off good, the sun was shining and the breeze was warm but, just like your mood, the weather had taken a turn for the worse. The clouds appeared like dark shadows over the pretty blue sky and the breeze turned into a harsh wind. It isnât raining yet but you know itâs about to start falling any minute.
Somehow, the weather always matches your mood.Â
âI thought we were getting pizza?â
You were so focused on watching the clouds move, you didnât pay attention to where you were driving.Â
Your eyes light up a little when you see the McDonaldâs sign.Â
âY/n doesnât want pizza,â Steve says as he pulls into the drive through, âshe wanted burgers.â
For a moment, you forget about Eddieâs anger, the pain in your stomach or the guilt. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs at your lips, you have been craving burgers and fries all day.Â
âOh! Fries too, please, Stevie!âÂ
You donât hear Eddieâs scoff over Steveâs chuckle, âI know, dolly.â
Eddie rolls his eyes and clenches his fist.
âDoes anyone want anything?âÂ
Eddie mumbles a ânoâ.Â
Robin simply shakes her head and Chrissy leans closer to Robin to look out the window, reading the menu board.Â
âOh, can I have a strawberry milkshake?â Chrissy asks shyly, already reaching for the walled in her purse but you stop her, placing your hand over hers.Â
âI got it, Chris.â
âDonât sweat it,â Steve mumbles, looking over his shoulder, he glances at you both, âIâll pay.â
She raises her brows, forcing a smile as she mumbles a quiet âthanksâ.Â
Robin is awfully quiet and you just notice it now when Chrissy leans back and you get to take a look at her. She keeps running her fingers through her hair, looking out the window with tense shoulders, just like Eddie.Â
What the hell is going on?
Chrissy looks just as clueless as you though.
When Steve hands you the bag and the milkshake, a few minutes later, you almost squeal in excitement. Chrissy laughs at the look on your face and takes the milkshake from your hand.Â
âDo you wanna share?â She asks, offering you the drink after taking the paper off the straw.Â
âNo thanks, I need the fries now.â You rip open the bag, the smell of greasy food makes your mouth water, âIâm so hungry,â you mumble as you reach for the fries.Â
âWant some?â You ask Chrissy and Robin, âIâll share, itâs too much for me anyways.âÂ
Robin shakes her head, ânah, Iâll wait for the pizza.â
Chrissy takes some, âyouâre missing out, Robin.â
âRight?â You mumble through a mouthful, âyou gotta dip them, Chris.â
âNot in a strawberry milkshake though!â She laughs, âitâs gotta be vanilla.â
Steve glances at you through the rearview mirror. His heart flutters when he sees the smile on your face.Â
âDo you guys want some?â You ask, offering some to Steve and Eddie.
âItâs all yours, hangry,â Steve chuckles, using an old nickname.Â
âIâm not hangry!â You slap his shoulder.Â
âYou want some Eddie?â You ask softly.Â
He shakes his head, continuing to give you the cold shoulder. So he really is mad at you. Eddie never says no to fries, he steals some from your plate every time you go out to eat â or he finishes the ones that are left on your plate when you get too full to finish eating them yourself.Â
You exhale and slump back in your seat, feeling sad all over again.Â
You look down at the fries, suddenly, not feeling as hungry as you did before. Still, you continue snacking on the fries, choosing to save the burger for later.Â
Chrissy looks at you worriedly when you frown and look down at your food, sadly, not as happy as you did a few moments back. She knows that you had been struggling in the past few months, you havenât been eating as much and whenever you do, you quickly lose your appetite. Whether itâs the past memories that take away your appetite or something else â you have a problem. A problem that Eddie usually tries to help you with.Â
She doesnât know what happened but she canât help but glare at the metalhead.Â
But Robin is acting off too, so when you finally arrive back at your place and you all walk into your house. Chrissy takes Robinâs hand and pulls her away to the dining room to talk to her.Â
âWeâre gonna order the pizza!â Chrissy shouts as they disappear in the hallway.Â
âUh â okay.âÂ
Throwing your cardigan and your purse on the dresser, you walk into the living room.Â
âShould I get some drinks?â Steve asks you, following you.Â
âI can do itââ
âNo, sit down, Iâll get some,â Steve mumbles, giving you a smile before he walks past you, disappearing in the kitchen.Â
You reach for the remote to turn on some music on the TV, you always need the background noise, even in a room full of people. From the corner of your eye, you see him. You are surprised that heâs still here, you figured that heâd take his van and leave the moment Steve parked the car in your driveway.Â
A part of you wants to say something but the other part doesnât. You donât want to give him the silent treatment back, you are just scared of his explanation.Â
On the way home, you kept trying to figure out what made him so angry.Â
Did he know about the kiss? Did Robin tell him? Is he upset about that?
Even if he knows, he canât be upset about it â even when you think about what Nancy said to you, it still makes no sense. Why would he be upset? You arenât together. You are not his girlfriend.Â
Then again, it doesnât explain your guilty feeling either. Just like you arenât his, he isnât yours. You have no reason to feel so guilty about kissing Steve â you can kiss whoever you want.Â
Besides, you went on a date with Ray and even kissed him before he turned into a major douchebag â Eddie never got upset about the fact that you wanted to go on a date. So he canât be upset about this either, right?
It has to be something else.Â
Is he sick of you?
Did he finally realize that you arenât worth his time?
Did he have a sudden change of heart just like Steve did when he went from loving boyfriend to awful boyfriend overnight?
Did your radio silence piss him off that much?
He is still standing by the doorway.Â
You canât help but roll your eyes at him and of course, it doesnât go unnoticed by him. You still donât say anything though, too afraid to make things worse.Â
The tugging in your chest gets even worse, if that is even possible.Â
âWhatâs wrong, dolly?âÂ
All appetite is lost the moment you hear the mocking in his voice. You still blame your emotions on your period but deep down, you know that itâs not that.Â
You feel the coil in your throat, the hollow feeling in your stomach and the sickness in your chest. You donât know whether you want to throw up or break into tears.Â
You canât take this, not from him.Â
His words werenât even bad or offending in any way but to hear the tone in his voice, to receive the cold shoulder from someone who you wouldnât hesitate to give your everything to, makes you feel like youâre taken back to Halloween â where it all fell apart.
âDid you have fun last night?âÂ
His question makes you frown. For the first time, you look at Eddie with a glare.Â
âI did.â
âYeah, I figured,â he scoffs and looks away.Â
What the hell?
Chrissy and Robin walk into the room, both looking a little tense.Â
âUh, pizza is ordered,â Chrissy says awkwardly.Â
She notices your heavy breathing and the way you are blinking quickly. The way you keep glancing at Eddie who refuses to look at you.Â
Steve comes back into the room with a few cans of coke, he places them on the small table. Steveâs presence seems to anger Eddie even further and Chrissy is starting to get annoyed by the attitude that spawned out of nowhere.Â
âHey, are you okay?â Chrissy asks you.Â
Eddie is not looking at you. He isnât even glancing at you. He doesnât care. Why doesnât he care anymore? What happened?Â
Your eyes burn. You canât sit here any longer, you get up and walk away.Â
âHey, do you not want to eat your food?â Steve asks, pointing to the takeout on the table.Â
âNot hungry,â you mumble.Â
âBut, you havenât eaten all day!â
Suddenly, Eddie feels even worse than he did before. He let his anger control him, all fucking day.Â
Steve sees your trembling lip and the tears in your eyes when you look back for a split second before you brush past Eddie and disappear into the hallway.Â
Chrissy calls out for you, jumping up from the couch, she runs after you, bumping into Eddie on purpose with a death glare.Â
He looks down with a sigh.Â
Steve has had enough of his behavior. He shakes his head in disbelief before he walks over to him, startling Eddie by grabbing his shoulder roughly, pushing him forward.Â
âWhat the fuck, dude?â Eddie snaps at him, trying to push Steveâs hands off of him but the latter has a strong grip on him and he pushes him towards the entrance, ripping the door open, he pushes him out.Â
For a moment, Eddie thinks that heâs getting kicked out.Â
Robin jumps up, looking panicked as she watches them both leaving the house. She follows behind, opening the door that Steve just slammed shut.Â
âWhat the hell is your problem?â Eddie asks, pushing Steveâs hands off with force.
âWhatâs my problem?â Steve chuckles in disbelief, pointing to himself.Â
Eddie scoffs and looks away.Â
âGet your fucking jealousy in check before you keep hurting her!â Steve yells over the harsh rain that is falling.Â
âShe is not â I-Iâm not..â
âYes, you fucking are. You were fine before the movie, so Iâm guessing you ââ he points at Robin, who breaks eye contact right away and slumps, âtold him something and I have a pretty fucking good idea of what it is!â
Eddieâs shoulders slump, he looks down, his eyes are burning.Â
âItâs justââ Eddieâs words get cut short because what can he say? How can Eddie tell him he is mad because he canât compare himself to Steve Harrington? How can he tell him that he isnât just jealous but also hurting? How can Eddie say anything at all when he has no chance whatsoever?Â
For a split second, Steve is able to see through Eddie, the look in his eyes gives it all away.Â
âEddie,â he sighs, hurting himself with what he is about to say. He could lie to him, he could leave it all like this, be your knight in shining armor and pick you up after today but he wonât use Eddieâs insecurities and your vulnerability to weasel his way back into your heart.Â
Steve looks up, taking a deep breath.Â
âShe pushed me away when I kissed her and I think we all know why.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen.Â
âNow get your ass up there and fix it,â Steve says angrily.Â
A million questions run through Eddieâs mind but now is not the time to ask them. Steve wonât take no for an answer. He simply nods before he walks back into the house.Â
Robin crosses her arms over her chest, she is impressed by Steve. Sheâs a little surprised, she expected a fight to break out, she didnât expect this to be cut⌠so short.
âGood job, Dingus.âÂ
He rolls his eyes at her, âletâs get inside.â
Chrissy is standing in front of the bathroom door, leaning against it as she keeps trying to convince you to come out.Â
âPlease, y/n,â she sighs, softly.Â
Eddie eyes the cheerleader warily, for someone with such a kind face, she sure gave him the kind of death glare that even intimidated him.Â
He takes a deep breath.Â
âCan I try?â
She turns around at the sound of his voice, snapping her head up with a frown. Her brows knit together, her mouth twists and she rolls her eyes but steps away from the door nonetheless.Â
âYeah,â she mumbles, âdonât mess it up, Munson.â
That is a threat. Yeah, with the look on her face, it definitely is a threat.Â
He really messed up.Â
He knocks on the door softly, closing his eyes as he tries to calm his breathing.Â
âSweetheart,â he speaks with a much gentler voice than before, âcan we talk?â
Silence.Â
âPlease?â
He opens his eyes when the faint click of the lock sounds through the hallway. He grabs the doorknob and twists it, he opens the door and steps inside. You are sitting on the edge of the bathtub, wiping away the tears that keep rolling down your cheeks â because of him.Â
But why? Why would you cry over him?Â
You look up at him with glossy eyes and you rise to your feet.Â
âD-Do you hate me Eddie?âÂ
His eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly.
Eddie doesnât even hesitate, he immediately pulls you into a tight hug. His own heart breaks, not once in his life did he think he would hurt you but, here he was, causing you pain because of his own selfishness.
He can feel you clinging to him, your arms are wrapped tightly around him, your tears are seeping through his shirt but he doesnât mind.Â
âNo baby, you didnât do anything wrong. I was just being stupid,â he sighs, not even noticing the nickname that rolled off his tongue so naturally.Â
âI donât want to lose you, Eddie.â
The trembling in your voice and the sadness makes his heart hurt even more.Â
Not once in his life was anyone ever scared to lose him, yet, here you are, the girl that he loves, scared to lose him. You could have anyone, you could have Steve but you are scared to lose him.Â
Whether itâs platonically or not â you are scared to lose him and that has to mean something.Â
âYou wonât lose me, I promise, you wonât,â he whispers and kisses the top of your head. âIâm so sorry â fuck,â he blinks his own tears away, hating himself for what he did. âIâm such an asshole.â
You only hug him tighter in response.Â
âNo, youâre not,â you mumble, âjust donât do it again.â
âI wonât. I promise, I wonât.â
âIâm soââ
âStop apologizing. Just hold me,â you mumble into his chest, âwe can talk later.â
âOkay,â he whispers, hugging you even tighter.Â
This is what you need. To be held and comforted by him.Â
You lean your chin on his chest and look up at him, âwill you stay with me tonight?âÂ
For some reason, your question has him stunned.
You have had sleepovers before, many sleepovers in fact. But, something feels different. He doesnât know what it is but something has shifted.Â
Something has shifted between the two of you after last night, he felt it earlier already and he feels it now as well.
His heart thumps wildly in his chest and heâs sure that you can feel it because he can feel yours.
âYeah, Iâll stay with you.â
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âWill you forgive me for what Iâm about to do?âÂ
ANDYYYYY
this chapter was everything. the annoyance w billy (can't stand him ew) and the sweeter moments w steve!!! also i love nancy being a fleshed out character rather than just being the bad guy. im so excited to see how eddie responds ;))))
incredible as always!
I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 19
Warnings: slight angst, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, reader getting high, spin the bottle.... don't hate me,
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham
Summary: The last high school party ends in a way you never thought it would
Word count: 8k+
A/N: @hellfire--cult Roe, you are such a big help, thank you so so much for always helping me with ideas and dialogues, ilysm
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The dreamy look in Chrissyâs eyes isnât very hard to miss, itâs been there for weeks now. The smile that lingers on her soft features matches the lovestruck eyes. Lost in her thoughts, she completely dismisses the things you and Heather are talking about. You donât take it to heart.
It took you a moment but once you noticed how her eyes light up and how her cheeks flush a deeper color every time Robin comes around, you realized what was happening to your sweet friend.Â
And by the look on Robinâs face every time she sees Chrissy, you know that she is feeling just the same.Â
Chrissy giggles more than usual whenever the taller girl speaks â she could say anything to her and Chrissy would smile and look up at her dreamily with her cute red cheeks. She probably doesnât even notice how flustered Robin gets or how she stutters over certain words sometimes.Â
You are happy about Chrissyâs newfound feelings for her, knowing that Robin reciprocates them. She doesnât have to hurt anymore.Â
âAre you gonna wear that to the party?â Heather asks, eying the dress on your frame.Â
You stop applying mascara and pull back to look at her reflection through the large mirror on Chrissyâs pink wall.Â
âYeah, why?â You ask, looking down at yourself â self consciously.Â
She shrugs, closing the magazine she was previously reading, she throws it on Chrissyâs bed.Â
âItâs a shame that Munson isnât coming tonight, I know he wouldâve loved you in that dress,â she says, winking.Â
Chrissy stops brushing her hair and turns her head to look at you.Â
The look on Heatherâs face is smug, she is twirling her curls with her finger, wiggling her brows at you.Â
It is a shame that he isnât coming but tonight is his last campaign before he gives up his beloved Dungeon Master position to someone else, Gareth probably. High school is over and Hellfire club will no longer be a part of his life â he will still play but it wonât ever be the same again.Â
You are no longer Cheer Captain and Eddie is no longer the Dungeon master.Â
There is something sad about having to say goodbye to your High School days but there is also something exciting about stepping into the unknown and getting out into the world.Â
You and Eddie celebrated by having lunch with your mom and his uncle after the graduation ceremony. It was nice, you had fun but a part of you couldnât rest, knowing that Steveâs parents couldnât make it to see him graduating.Â
You havenât seen much of him either, you saw him in the crowd and on stage when he got his diploma but thatâs all, you couldnât find him anywhere else afterwards. You couldnât congratulate him.Â
A part of you hopes that he will be at the party tonight, though you doubt that he will come.Â
You donât feel your cheeks warming up, nor do you notice the look in your own eyes. You shift uncomfortably, breaking eye contact, you lean closer to the mirror again. You place the mascara bottle back in your little bag and reach for the powdered blush.Â
âOh honey, you donât need any more of that,â Chrissy says, giggling as she touches your hot cheek.Â
You roll your eyes and shake your head at them, âyou are both insufferable,â you mumble, âitâs a normal dress, he wouldnât think anything of it.â
Heather giggles behind you, âoh my sweet y/n,â she sighs as she kneels down behind you, carefully wrapping her arms around you, she leans her chin on your shoulder, âyou are so oblivious.âÂ
You wonder what she would think if she found out that Nancy would agree with her words.Â
âAnd so blind,â Chrissy adds.Â
âMaybe our girl needs a pair of cute glasses,â Heather says, running her fingers through your hair.Â
âI donât need glasses!â
âSure, you donât.â
âHeather,â you mumble, raising your brows at her, âhow about we talk about you and pizza guy.âÂ
âPizza and weed guy,â Chrissy corrects you with a smile.Â
Unlike you, Heather doesnât blush or get flustered. She smiles and shrugs, âwhat about us?â
You and Chrissy face each other with surprised looks on your faces.Â
For weeks, you have been speculating about Heather and Argyle, wondering if the two of them are a thing or not. Heather had been secretive about the meetups. At first, you both thought that she continued seeing Billy but then you saw him making out with a girl from the cheer squad.Â
Apparently Heather and Billy have never been a âthingâ in the first place. It was a âno stringsâ kind of thing until one of them got sick of the other â which, you could easily suspect Billy to be the one who got sick but it was the other way around.Â
Heather had stood him up for Argyle. Billy didnât give much of a reaction to it but unfortunately, he set his eyes back on you â much to your dismay.Â
âThere is an âusâ?â You ask in surprise.Â
Heather smiles brighter, she bites her lip and leans back, âmaybe,â she grins, âI mean he just asked me to be his girlfriend the other day,â she says casually as she looks down at her nails.Â
You and Chrissy gasp at her words, you both turn around to face her and squeal in excitement as you both throw your arms around her, catching her off guard. She falls down against the carpet and you both join her, giggling.Â
âOh my god!â Heather laughs.
âHeather has a boyfriend!â Chrissy says in a sing-song voice.Â
âWe gotta celebrate it,â you say, squeezing your friend tightly.Â
âOh weâre going to,â Chrissy smirks at you.Â
âI guess weâre getting drunk tonight.â
You would be lying if you said that you arenât feeling the slightest bit nervous. You havenât had any alcohol since the night you went on a date with Ray and that night ended badly.Â
By the time you actually make it to the big graduation party at Tinaâs place, itâs already in full swing. The music is picked and chosen by her best friend Faithe â who strictly listens to 80âs pop music; Duran Duran, Wham!, Madonna â especially Madonna.Â
Your friends scatter away from you the moment they lay their eyes on Robin and Argyle â Argyle who scoops Heather up in his arms and kisses her in front of everyone to see. You canât help but laugh.Â
Robin and Chrissy disappear in the crowd, giggling and leaning closer to each other, both sporting deep blushes on their faces. Cute.Â
Now that youâre alone, you canât help but wish that you didnât come. You wish Eddie was here. You are not mad at them for leaving you behind â theyâre in love and in their own little worlds. You donât blame them.Â
Though you canât help but feel out of place and awkward standing here in the doorway, all by yourself.Â
Is that how your friends always felt when you would leave them just to be with Steve?
With a sigh, you walk further into the house, pushing through the crowds until you make it to the kitchen. You feel relieved to see that it isnât as crowded as the living room or even the hallway.Â
The kitchen counter is littered with various drinks and snacks, greasy junk food that will surely look more appealing to you when youâre drunk. You grab yourself one of the red solo cups. Just as youâre about to pour yourself some punch, you get interrupted by a hand closing in around your wrist.Â
âDonât drink that shit.âÂ
You look over your shoulder, only to roll your eyes in annoyance when you notice the smirk on his face and the gross look in his eyes.Â
âFuck off, Hargrove,â you mumble as you push your hand off your wrist.Â
âLet me make you a real drink, baby.âÂ
Once again, you have to roll your eyes at him. You place the cup down and turn around to face him, âwhat and spike it with drugs?âÂ
He raises his brows, lifting his hand up, he places it on his chest â of course, he wears the shirt unbuttoned, well almost.Â
âWhat do you think of me?âÂ
âYou donât wanna know,â you murmur under your breath.Â
His blue eyes glisten with something, the smirk of amusement never falls. He takes a step closer â at least, he smells good.Â
âYou look like you can use a drink, let me make you one. Itâs better than the shit you were about to drink,â he says as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey behind you, purposely leaning closer until his chest is almost pressed against yours and you can feel his minty breath on your skin. He glances down at your lips.Â
âBilly.â
âYes, sweet thing?âÂ
You put your hand on his chest and push him away, âyouâre not slick, stop trying to get in my pants.â
He chuckles and leans back again, he unscrews the cap of the glass bottle.Â
âTell me,â he reaches for the red up and pours in some of the whiskey, âdonât you want to have a good time?âÂ
âUh, I am having a good time,â you lie.Â
He chuckles again and places the bottle back on the table before he reaches for another. He gives you a doubtful look, âyou donât look like youâre having fun.âÂ
âI just got here.â
âAnd you already look like you wanna get out.â
You clench your jaw and look away, not saying anything.Â
âWhereâs your boyfriend?â
âEddie is not my boyfriend,â you mumble, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
Eyes smug and lips curled into a smirk, he shakes his head, âhowâd you know who I was talking about?âÂ
Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff.Â
âIs he not here tonight?â He asks as he holds out the cup to you.
You look down at the mixed drink, hesitating before you give in and take it from his hand.Â
âNo,â you shake your head and lift the cup up to your lips, ignoring the way he looks at you as you take the first sip. The strong and bitter taste trickles down your throat, you canât help but squint your eyes, âwow, thatâs strong,â you say before taking another sip.
Billy groans, âshit, and here I thought I could make him jealous enough to finally confess his feelings for you.â
You swallow the drink just in time before you start choking.Â
You have been good at avoiding that topic after your conversation with Nancy.Â
âAre you okay?â He chuckles, stepping closer to pat your back gently, âdo you need me to make you feel better?âÂ
âBilly!â You groan as you push his hand off.Â
âItâs so hot when you say my nameââ
âLeave her alone, Hargrove.â
Steve.
His voice sends shivers down your spine but it also fills you with relief.Â
Billy is not a threat, at least not to you. He might get on your last nerve but he is not Ray. Still, you are always annoyed by his presence.Â
Billyâs eyes light up like the ones of a kid on christmas morning. His smirk widens and he turns around.Â
Eddie may not be here but Steve is. Steve who wants you just as much as Eddie does. Steve who got jealous at every small interaction you had with Billy â Steve who still gets jealous.Â
Steve glares at Billy, with his hands on his hips, he waits for the latter to step away from you.Â
They look at each other and you are surprised to see Billy so relaxed, the sight of Steve usually makes him angry. Tonight, he seems to be in a different mood though. The scowl is replaced by a smirk.Â
He looks back at you before he steps away, âif you wanna have a good time, you know where to find me,â he winks.Â
âNo thanks,â you scrunch your face up in disgust.Â
He chuckles and finally walks away, passing by Steve only to halt beside him. Billy stares him down, another chuckle of amusement falls from his lips. He slaps Steveâs shoulder, âlighten up, Harrington. Maybe youâll get lucky tonight.âÂ
Steve shrugs his hand off, he clenches his jaw and glares at the blond.Â
Billy shakes his head, âyou sure need to blow off some steam,â he smirks, raising his brows, he gestures to you, âshe needs it too â although, Iâm sure Munson helps her with that,â he whispers with a smug look on his face.Â
âFuck off,â Steve grumbles, though he canât stop himself from feeling jealous.Â
Surprisingly, Billy drops it and walks away. Though, both you and Steve know that this isnât the last you will see of Billy tonight.Â
Steve rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance before he makes his way over to you.Â
Still with the drink in your hand, you stand in the same spot as before. Staring at him, unknowingly making him nervous.Â
âHey,â he smiles.Â
He takes in the sight of you in your little black dress, your hair is falling softly over your shoulders, the front pieces are secured with glittery clips, your lips are a soft pink, shiny with gloss. Your manicured fingers are wrapped around the red solo cup.Â
You look beautiful. He wants to say, but heâs not sure if thatâs something you want to hear from him again.Â
âHi,â you smile up at him.Â
âDid your friends ditch you?âÂ
âYes, actually,â you chuckle, âChrissy is hanging out with her⌠new best friend Robin and Heather is with Argyle.âÂ
âOh, the new guy with the long hair?â He asks, gesturing to the hair.Â
âYeah!âÂ
âAh,â he nods.Â
Steve looks better, there are no dark circles under his eyes anymore, though his eyes still hold the same sadness as before.Â
You didnât expect to see him here tonight. Him and Tommy arenât friends anymore and now that he and Nancy are broken up, he doesnât have her either. Steve always hated coming to parties alone so that leaves you wonderingâŚÂ
âAre you here with someone?â You ask, feeling a rush of jealousy at the thought of him being on a date with some other girl.
He shakes his head. Watching the way your features soften and your shoulder slump with relief when he says ânoâ.
âYouâre here by yourself?â
âYeah, I-I didnât want to come but itâs the last high school party,â he says, shrugging. âI didnât want to miss it.â I didnât want to miss you. He reaches for one of the beers on the table, though when he opens the can and takes the first sip, he scrunches his face up in disgust. He hates lukewarm beverages, especially alcoholic ones.Â
âYou donât look like youâre having fun.âÂ
âYou donât either,â he chuckles, eying the bored expression on your face.Â
âWell, getting drunk by yourself isnât fun.â
Steveâs eyes are soft in a way they had never been before, not even when you just started dating, when things were still good, when he was still good to you. And just his eyes alone, the look in them is enough to cause a whirlwind of emotions inside of you.Â
You remember your night together. The one back in december. The one that was supposed to be your last night together. The one when you said goodbye â the one that was supposed to be your last goodbye.Â
There will never be a goodbye for you and Steve, not really.Â
âBut⌠we could spend some time together.âÂ
The look in his eyes is one of surprise. You may have been kinder to him in the past few weeks, but he still didnât expect you to want to spend time with him.
âY-You want to spend time with me?â
A mixture of emotions rush through him. Excitement, happiness but also nervousness. The last time you had spent a night together, it ended with you both crying.Â
You look around and he just now notices the sadness in your eyes.Â
The last time you went to one of Tinaâs parties, he got smashed and he broke your heart. You want to replace those memories with new ones. As though it could ever kill the old ones.
âYou donât have to say yes, thereâs plenty of girls whoâd want toââ
âI wanna spend time with you.âÂ
A shy smile appears on your face when your features relax again.Â
He smiles back, though he canât help but wonder where Eddie is.Â
âEddie isnât here tonight?âÂ
He watches you closely, the way your lips set into a slight pout and your brows furrow.Â
âNo.â
Did something happen? He wonders. Where you go, Eddie goes. Itâs odd to see you without him after seeing you with him, everywhere.Â
âRight so⌠Uh, what should we do?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â
You give him a smirk, placing the drink back on the counter, you lift your hand up. Steve canât help but follow your movements with his eyes, only to stare in surprise when you lift your hand and reach for something⌠in your bra. He just now notices how the locket rests perfectly between your boobs.Â
He clears his throat and looks away with a blush on his cheeks.Â
âAre we getting drunk or high?â You hold the joint in front of his eyes, giggling when his eyes widen even further.Â
He grabs your hand and pulls it down, trying to hide the joint in your hand.Â
âY/n!â He yells in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone saw, but there is no one looking at the two of you, there is no one in the kitchen at all. He turns back, looking down at you with a bewildered look on his face.Â
âOr both?â You giggle, âEddie and I do both sometimes.â
He knows that itâs not only your looks that have changed in the past few months â itâs nothing drastic, itâs only different clothes, different makeup and your hair that you wear differently â maybe your perfume too. Clearly, you have changed too. You will always be a sweet girl, the one that is too kind to the world despite how harshly it treated you in the past, but he wasnât aware that your opinion on drugs has changed.
He shouldnât be surprised about the joint in your hand. You do hang out with Eddie, after all. Though, he didnât expect you to be so open about this. Now, he canât help but wonder if there are other things that you do with Eddie.Â
Steve wonât ask questions that he might regret asking. Instead, he agrees to both and pushes any thought that only leaves him upset, away. He wants to have a good night. He wants to have one good last high school party with you.Â
So, he takes the joint from you with the hand that is still holding the beer and with his free hand, he reaches for yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours. He feels his heart skipping a beat when you donât pull away.Â
âLetâs do both.âÂ
A smile tugs at your lips, you grab your drink from the counter, âletâs go outside.âÂ
As Steve leads you out of the kitchen, he pulls you even closer to him before you walk into the crowded hallway. Neither of you notice the eyes that have set on you.Â
âWould you look at that?â Carol smirks as she turns her head to look at Tommy, who is looking down at his beer in boredom.Â
He lifts his head, looking down at Carol, he raises his brows at her.Â
She rolls her eyes and nudges her head in your direction.Â
âOh,â he chuckles when he sees the two of you.Â
âLetâs make this party more interesting.â
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Chrissy is drunk, not drunk on alcohol, drunk on something else.Â
Robin is talking about her favorite bands, the ones she wants to see live at some point. Sheâs waving her hand around as she talks â rambles. Robinâs cheeks are flushed but Chrissy doesnât know whether itâs from the heat, the alcohol or something else â she hopes that itâs from something else.Â
Chrissy nods along with a smile on her face, admiring the girl in front of her. Loving the way Robin leans closer to her so she doesnât have to scream over the loud music. She canât unsee the small differences between them; Robinâs nails are painted black, silver rings adorn her long fingers while Chrissyâs nails are painted a baby pink color, a single golden ring is on her middle finger. Robinâs clothes are dark, Chrissyâs clothes are bright and girly. Their music taste is not the same, though Chrissy is open for changes. She loves how different they are.Â
Robinâs hair is short, her curls are messy, her bangs are long and they need to be cut, Chrissy canât help but raise her hand to brush them away from her eyes so she can see her beautiful eyes.Â
Robinâs eyes widen at Chrissyâs action, the already pink blush on her cheeks takes on a red color and the blonde girl in front of her canât help but giggle to herself when Robin stops all her rambling and starts staring at her instead, in silence.Â
Neither of them know how the other actually feels, if they werenât so scared, theyâd see the obvious signs.Â
They look into each otherâs eyes, both trying to fight the smiles off their faces. Neither of them notice the girl that stopped in front of them with a worried look on her face.
âHey, lover girls. Have you seen y/n?âÂ
Both of them tear the gazes away from one another, clearing their throats and looking awkwardly at the brunette.Â
âW-What?â Chrissy asks, feeling grateful for the foundation she had put on her face earlier tonight. She can feel her hot cheeks.Â
Heather looks around the room, trying to spot you in the crowds but you are nowhere to be seen.Â
âI havenât seen her since we got here.â
Robin straightens her back, a worried look takes over her face as well. She hasnât even greeted you properly, too focused on the blonde beside her.Â
âOh,â Chrissy mumbles, getting up to look around as well, âdo you think Eddie came?â
âNo, he takes his campaigns very seriously,â Robin says with wide eyes, âhe got mad at me for even asking if heâd come. Itâs the cult of Vecna tonight â whatever that means.âÂ
âIâve looked for her everywhere butââ
âSheâs playing spin the bottle with Carol and the others.âÂ
All three of them turn around to face the girl that chimed in. Tina.Â
âSheâs what!?âÂ
Tina chuckles in amusement, she nudges her chin into the direction of the dining room.Â
âLooks like sheâs having fun,â is all she says before she walks off again.Â
The three girls share a look of confusion before they make their way over to the other room. Trying not to bump into any of the drunken girls who are dancing carelessly.
They all expect to walk in on a very drunk you. Because, usually it takes a lot to convince you to join a game of truth or dare, never have i ever and let alone spin the bottle. You donât like kissing strangers or risking the possibility to kiss someone you cannot stand.Â
Though when they walk into the room and they see you sitting in a circle with a few people you donât like, they canât help but halt in their tracks and stare in confusion.Â
Tommy, Carol, Billy, Nancy, Jonathan, and a few girls from the cheer squad are sitting in the circle. None of them which you can stand â well, except for Jonathan, maybe.Â
And then there is Steve, who sits beside you.
You look��� sober. Maybe a little intoxicated but very far from drunk or high. Although, when Robin takes a closer look at you, she notices the redness in your eyes, maybe you are a little high.Â
âWhat the hell,â Chrissy mumbles, looking at all the people in the circle.Â
Your lipstick is still intact, you probably havenât kissed yet.Â
Carol is the first to notice the three girls, a smirk appears on her smug face, âoh, why donât you join us?âÂ
You turn your head, suddenly feeling flustered when you see your friends. Heatherâs face says it all, âwhat the fuck?âÂ
âNo thanks, Carol.âÂ
Billy smirks at Heather, âoh come on, Heather. Donât you want a little kiss?âÂ
She scrunches her face up in disgust, âno thanks, Hargrove. Iâve had enough of you.âÂ
Chuckles sound through the room and Tommy claps his hand on Billyâs back, âyou got burned.â
Billy chuckles, ânot really, Iâm gonna kiss someone else tonight,â he smirks, turning to look at you.Â
You donât even know how you let yourself get roped into this. This wasnât even supposed to be a game of spin the bottle, it was supposed to be truth or dare â though Tommy changed his decision at the last minute and managed to convince all the others as well. You didnât want to chicken out, so you stayed and luckily, you didnât have to kiss anyone yet. Neither did Steve.Â
For the first time tonight, you feel relieved that Eddie isnât here.
You glance at Robin and Chrissy who stare at the men in the circle â both sporting looks of disgust. You smile in amusement. They both take a seat on the loveseat, clearly not interested in joining the game.Â
âHeather, come on,â Tommy smirks, eying her up and down, âitâs the last time you get to play one of these silly games. After this night, weâre all adults.â
âNo thanks,â Heather snorts as she crosses her arms over her chest, âyou still need to grow some, Hagan.âÂ
This time itâs Billy who laughs at him, he leans closer, âburned,â he chuckles.Â
Nancy rolls her eyes, âIâm done playing.âÂ
âOh but Nancy, the game hasnât even started yet,â Carol smirks at her, stopping her from getting up by placing her hand on her upper arm.Â
Nancy glares at the redhead and pushes her hand off. Jonathan looks tense beside her, he sits there awkwardly, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here.Â
How did Carol even convince these two to join?
Tommy and Billy look like they are having the time of their lives. The cheerleaders look⌠bored. Carol looks smug as always. You and Steve? You are both trying not to burst into giggles.Â
When Carol found the two of you in the backyard, you were laying on the grass, passing the joint back and forth and laughing about things that werenât even funny. She got you at the right time, you and Steve would have said yes to anything in the states you were in. You were looking for amusement and now, well, now you got it.Â
Sarah kisses Tommy. Tommy kisses Hailey. Carol looks pissed.Â
You guess that the rumors about them are true. They are broken up. But what is new? No one has a messier on and off relationship than these two.Â
Hailey, one of the girls from the cheer squad, is the one who always makes up all these rumors that the people love so much. Her bright red hair makes her skin appear even more pale, though they match with the red lips which are now smudged. She spins the bottle and finally it lands on the one who has been waiting to be kissed.Â
Billy.Â
You are pretty sure that Billy had a taste of the redhead before â there arenât many girls he hasnât been with yet. He gets around.Â
You scoot a little closer to Steve and glance at him in disgust at the makeout session that is happening in front of your face. Gross.Â
Steve canât help but chuckle at the look on your face.Â
âDude,â Tommy laughs at his friend, âcalm down.â
From the corner of your eye, you see Robin and Chrissy leaving.Â
When Billy pulls away, he gives Hailey a pat on the cheek. She giggles at him and licks her lips as she sits back in her place.Â
âThis is gonna appear in my nightmare tonight,â Steve whispers to you.Â
You hold your hand in front of your mouth as you laugh at his words.Â
When Billy spins the bottle, your night changes for the worse.Â
You watch it spin with a pounding heart, for the first time, you watch it nervously.Â
Please donât let it be me, please donât let it be me, please donâtâ
The glass bottle stops spinning and itâs pointing right at you. Oh god. No.Â
The music in the other room is still playing just as loud as before, though the laughter from Tommy and Carol somehow sounds louder than Billy Joelâs voice blaring through the speakers.Â
You donât notice the way Steve tenses up beside you or the way his eyes flash with anger and jealousy.
âFuck yes,â Billy chuckles.Â
You only feel the despair in your body and the annoyance that rushes through you when you look at a smug Billy, who looks like heâs won the lottery. His eyes are filled with excitement, his lips that are now red thanks to Haileyâs lipstick curl into a smirk.Â
âCome here, y/n.â
Steve clenches his fist and his jaw. The fire inside of him is burning.Â
âYeah, y/n,â Carol tilts her head as she takes in the hesitation on your face, âdonât be such a pussy.âÂ
Of course these words would come back to you. Itâs what you said to her when she refused to kiss Lily, who already left after a few rounds.Â
You roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink before you put the cup down.Â
Heather, who is still around, gives you an apologetic look. God, you are glad that she doesnât like him anymore, you would have preferred to be a âpussyâ than kiss some guy that your friend likes.Â
You meet Billy in the middle.Â
He doesnât even hesitate to cup your cheeks with his hands. He doesnât lean in, right away. He looks over at Steve for a split second, almost laughing at the look on his face. He turns his attention back on you.Â
You really donât want to do this. You really donât want to kiss him. Youâd honestly prefer to kiss anyone else in this room except for Billy Hargove. Anyone. You feel the eyes on you. You feel Steveâs eyes burning into your skin. You feel Carolâs eyes on you. Heatherâs and even Nancyâs.Â
Billy smells like cigarettes, whiskey and cologne.Â
He smashes his lips against yours and kisses you. You close your eyes to make it less awkward. You begrudgingly kiss him back. He slides his hand down to your waist and pulls you closer until your chest is pressed against his.Â
You want to roll your eyes at Tommyâs whistle and at Carolâs giggle but you ignore them.Â
Billy kisses you roughly â itâs not as bad as the kiss you have had with Ray but you still canât shake the fact that you are kissing him. At least, his lips are soft. They taste like strawberry â probably thanks to Hailey and her strawberry lip gloss that she always wears over her red lipstick.Â
Billyâs lips move slower now but still just as deep, you feel his breath on your skin, his touch that is surprisingly soft. If you didnât know any better, you would think that he is trying to savor every second of the kiss.Â
You make the mistake of letting yourself get lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, itâs not Billy kissing you anymore, itâs another man.Â
Itâs his lips that you are kissing, his shoulders that you are touching, his ring that is digging into your waist, itâs him, itâsâ
Billy. You are kissing Billy. You instantly pull away when the realization sinks back in, you push him away and pull back.Â
Billy chuckles, he looks at you through hooded eyes and leans closer, âthat made me really fucking hard,â he whispers.
You scrunch your face up in disgust and turn away from him, wanting to escape him quickly. You glance at Steve, who is looking at the ground with an angry and powerless look on his face. Shit.Â
âWell, that was one hell of a kiss,â Tommy laughs, not looking at you, not looking at Billy but at Steve, he is looking at Steve and he is smirking.Â
âYou must feel stupid, huh Harrington?â
âShut up, Tommy.âÂ
He pays you no mind, his attention is solely on Steve. And the others are staring at him as well. You canât help but glance at Nancy, sheâs looking at him with an almost pitiful look in her eyes.Â
You quickly reach for the bottle, wanting to kill the awkward tension in the room.Â
This night canât get any worse. You think to yourself.Â
You spin the bottle as you inwardly curse at yourself for letting Carol convince you to join this stupid game. You didnât even want to kiss anyone, let alone Billy. You didnât want to upset Steve. You didnât want to think aboutâ
âOh!â Carol laughs loudly, clapping her hands together.Â
Hailey snickers next to her, looking at you in amusement.Â
âOh damn,â Tommy snorts.Â
Your heart begins to race in your chest but you donât even know who itâs pointing at yet. You have a feeling who it is. And when you see the apologetic look in both Jonathanâs eyes and Heatherâs eyes, you know.Â
You blink and take a deep breath before you glance at the bottle.Â
The bottle that is pointing right at him. Steve.Â
The girls around you are giggling, giving you smug looks. Carol is staring at you expectedly. Bitch.Â
Steve is staring at you already, suddenly, every ounce of anger has faded away. His eyes are wide, lips parted as he looks at you.Â
This isnât ideal. This shouldnât have to happen this way. But, he would be lying if he said that itâs something he doesnât want. Maybe, this will be the last time. Maybe, this will be the only chance he gets to feel your kiss again.Â
âYou donât have to,â he whispers to you, but you are already moving closer to him.Â
You wonât walk away now. Itâs exactly what they want, they want to see you running away. But you wonât run away, not now, not yet.
You ignore the pounding in your chest, the butterflies that dance in your stomach when you lean closer to him. He looks at you, wide eyed.Â
You donât want it to happen this way but would you deny a kiss with him, right now? No.Â
âItâs just a kiss right?â You whisper as you gaze into his hazel eyes.Â
How could it ever be just a kiss?Â
You are the one to move even closer to him. You are the one to cup his cheeks.Â
Steveâs heart is surely about to explode.Â
He hates that this has to happen like this â that itâs caused by a game. That this isnât supposed to mean anything.Â
Despite the others in the room, the loud music, the eyes on you. You both fade out everything around you.Â
Itâs just you and him now.Â
You lean in, he leans in.Â
And for the first time in a long time, your lips brush against Steveâs and that is enough to set all your insides on fire. Just a simple touch.Â
You peck his lips, you only peck his lips and Steve is already in bliss. But then you smash your lips against his and suddenly, he is back in heaven. The light is shining again, the warmth is flooding back in, the sweetness of your lips is enough to mend his heart that he broke himself.Â
He doesnât hesitate for a single second to kiss you back. He cups your cheeks and pulls you as closely as he can.Â
Everything around him stops existing.Â
All there is, is you and him.Â
He feels you, he feels your touch, your lips, your kiss.
He feels your love that is pouring back in.Â
He feels you.Â
You, you, you.Â
Everything falls back into place again.Â
Your lips are moving ever so softly with each other. Desperately but still passionately. Your lips still taste like cherry, his still taste minty.Â
His heart is racing, yours is too.Â
He holds you tightly but gently, he doesnât want this moment to end, he doesnât want to stop kissing you, he never wants to stop kissing you again.Â
This is right. This is what he is meant to do. This is all heâs ever dreamed of and more. He missed this. He missed you so much.Â
But the moment could never last long enough and he crashes back into reality when you pull away in need of air. Your lips part from his, your touch leaves his body and everything that is left behind is the kiss that lingers â the kiss that will linger for the rest of his life if this is the last one he gets from you.Â
His lips tingle and he fights the urge to touch them.
He doesnât want to open his eyes, he doesnât want to crash back into a world where you arenât his anymore.
When he does open his eyes and he sees the look on your face, the shock in your eyes, the emotions that are still there, the love. He knows, he still has a chance.Â
He can still have you.Â
He can still fight for you.Â
He can still get you back.Â
But, for now, he lets you walk away when you make up some weak excuse and rush out of the room.Â
Heather doesnât even hesitate to follow you out, calling your name and rushing after you. She passes by Argyle who is talking to a group of guys, she gives him an apologetic look.Â
You push past Jason Carver, pushing him out of the way.Â
âHey!â He yells, âwatch where youâre going!â
âShut it, blondie,â Heather snaps at him.Â
You grab the leather jacket that you have left on the counter earlier and finally leave the house. The fresh air calms you down in an instant, you embrace the silence and feel grateful that there is no one out on the porch, right now.Â
No one except for you and Heather.Â
She shuts the door behind her, she crosses her arms over her chest when the chilly wind touches her bare arms.Â
âAre you okay?â
You lean against the railing and sigh.Â
âYeah. You should go back inside, Heather.â
âNo.âÂ
She refuses to leave you alone when youâre upset.Â
âIâm okay.â
âButââ
You turn back around, âIâm okay,â you repeat, trying to smile at her.Â
âI promise, I just need a moment to myself after all of⌠this.âÂ
âAre you sure?â
The sincere look in her eyes makes you smile, genuinely, this time.Â
You nod.Â
âBut if you need anything, you tell me and Iâll take you home and we can have a girls night with Chrissy. Robin too.â
Your eyes soften.Â
âWe should actually do that sometime.â
âWe should.â
âNow go back inside, Iâm sure your boyfriend misses you.â
She looks down and smiles, âalright..â
She turns back around, hesitantly.Â
âI canât believe you used to kiss Billy all the time.âÂ
Heather turns around to glare at you, âdonât ever mention that again.â
You giggle at the look on her face.Â
âI canât believe that you kissed Billy and Steve in one night,â she smirks, winking at you before she walks back inside, leaving you by yourself.Â
âRight..âÂ
You want to forget about the kiss, the one with Billy at least.Â
You reach for the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, walking over to the porch steps, you sit down and light a cigarette. You donât smoke very often, only when youâre stressed.Â
You enjoy the silence, though, it doesnât last very long. Someone steps out on the porch and you inwardly pray that it isnât Steve or Billy.Â
The footsteps give it away, itâs neither of them.Â
You lift your head to look, itâs no friend of yours either.Â
Itâs Nancy Wheeler standing in front of you â no, sitting down beside you.Â
âHi.â
âHey.â
For a moment, you both sit in silence. You offer her a cigarette, to your surprise, she takes one and lights it up.Â
âSo, did you start paying attention?âÂ
You shake your head with a small smile.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh, sure you donât,â Nancy chuckles.Â
You turn your body towards her, you lean back against the railing and look at her curiously.Â
Nancy crosses her legs and smokes the cigarette, giving you a tight lipped smile.
âStill oblivious, I see.â
Youâre not fully oblivious. Not anymore.Â
âY-You think that Eddie and I like each other.â
âNo.â
You furrow your brows.Â
âI donât think, I know.â She shrugs, âI guess, I just wonder why you and Eddie arenât dating.âÂ
Youâre a little flustered by her words.Â
âBecause he is my best friend?â You mumble as you stub out the cigarette and look down.
âYeah, thatâs what you already said, last time and it still doesnât look like it.âÂ
You give her a questioning look, you stare at her, and suddenly, she feels flustered.Â
âWhy do you even care?âÂ
Nancy hesitates, she looks down at the cigarette between her fingers. Her shoulders are slumped but she is still tense. Nancy pities Steve because she can see how much he is suffering, how much he loves you, how much he still wants you but she canât deny that you have been in pain for so many months, some of the pain which has been caused by her. The least she can do is help you, help you understand, help you to see.Â
âIâm just, Iâm sorry.â
She folds her hands in her lap after stubbing out the cigarette. She glances at you, almost shyly and with a hint of guilt in her blue eyes.Â
âWhat?âÂ
She closes her eyes, she fidgets with her fingers and takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes again.Â
âFor everything.âÂ
Oh.
âIâm sorry for taking him away from you. I-I saw the way you two looked at each other back there. I guess, I just now realized what Iâve ruined.â
âIt wouldâve been someone else if it wasnât you, Nancy.âÂ
She furrows her brows, looking at you, almost bewildered.Â
âNo, I donât think so. He loves you.âÂ
âWell, that realization came a little too late.âÂ
âDid it?â Nancy asks, carefully.
You hesitate before you say âyesâ.Â
She nods.Â
âBut, why do you always bring Eddie up?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âYou always talk about.. Eddie,â you frown, âdo you want him now?âÂ
The thought of it angers you. Does she always want what you have?Â
âDo you want Eddie now that you realized that Steve isnât the prince you thought he was?âÂ
Her eyes widen, âno! No, itâs not that! I-I just, I was jealous of you, not because of Eddie,â she says, shaking her head at the thought of Eddie. âI wanted what you two have.â
âA best friend?âÂ
âThatâs the thing.. I never thought you two were just⌠friends.âÂ
You wait for her to continue.Â
âI wanted that hand holding in class, that cute bantering in the hallway, someone to lend me a shoulder whenever I need it, I wanted to be free like you were. Showing my love openly â and I found that in Jonathan. We started of as friends b-but that would have never been enough. He taught me about true love, about feeling cared for, and he waited for me. He waited and waited and I hurt him over and over by not breaking up with Steve.. Does that sound familiar?âÂ
âOh.â
By the look in your eyes, she knows that you begin to understand a little. Your eyes that soften when you think about him.Â
She opens her mouth, but she never gets to say the words sheâs been meaning to say all night, because the man you have been talking about steps out. Interrupting your conversation.Â
Both you and Nancy turn to look at him.Â
He looks taken aback by the sight in front of him. He figured that you werenât by yourself, he didnât expect Nancy to be the one out here with you.Â
âUh, can we talk y/n?â He asks, still looking between the two of you with a confused look on his face.Â
You and Nancy canât help but share a look of amusement.Â
âYeah, sure.âÂ
Nancy pushes herself up with a sigh, she glances at you and gives you a small smile before she walks past Steve and walks back into the house.Â
Steve scratches the back of his neck, he stands there, awkwardly for a moment.Â
He still hasnât told you about the break up but, he knows that you know. Everybody knows.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod, âare you?â
He walks towards you and you get back up on your feet, looking up at your ex boyfriend. Your ex boyfriend that you just kissed.Â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â He asks.Â
You shrug, âyou just kissed your ex girlfriend in front of your other ex girlfriend.âÂ
His mouth set in a hard line before he looked away with a chuckle.Â
An amused huff escapes you. You try to walk around him but you trip and stumble, almost falling backwards but his large hands catch you, he wraps them around your waist and pulls you closer. This time you stumble forward, right into his chest.Â
He uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you fully.Â
âLetâs not repeat your fall from years ago.âÂ
You gape at him.Â
âCanât you let it go?!â
His eyes crinkle with amusement.Â
âFuck no, Iâm not letting it go. I saved you and you panicked and pushed me down â I still have the scar on my hip from it!âÂ
You roll your eyes, chuckling.Â
âWhat did you want to talk about?âÂ
He doesnât answer your question, instead, he takes your hand and leads you away from the entrance, away from the porch lights, away from the place where people can see you.Â
You donât question him, you follow him, just the way you always did.Â
Behind the house, there is no light but the moon shining down on you. And Steve canât help but want more of what he just had.Â
He whispers your name and you know, you know what he wants.Â
âWill you forgive me for what Iâm about to do?âÂ
âWhatââ
He cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you. He needs more of what he just had.Â
You gasp against his lips but you so easily melt into the kiss.Â
And the moment you kiss him back, he wraps his arms around you and suddenly, his hands are all over you, your back, your waist, the back of your neck. He is pulling you in, closer and closer until there is no space left between the two of you.Â
You are kissing him. You are kissing him back. Not because of a game. You are kissing him because you want to kiss him. You want him.Â
His heart soars.Â
Everything inside of him screams in joy.Â
He needs you, he needs you closer and closer.Â
He kisses you desperately.Â
Your tongues meet and the kiss gets more feverish, more passionate than before. Maybe more passionate than ever.Â
You whimper into the kiss and he is sure that itâs enough to make his heart explode.Â
You kiss him just as desperately. You are needy, like him.Â
Warmth blossoms Steveâs chest. His heart is feeling whole for the first time in a long time.Â
You are both breathing heavily in between kisses. He canât get enough of you. How could he ever get enough of you? How could he ever throw this away? How could he ever push you away?Â
His feelings, his emotions seem to get in the way â they seem to get in between the two of you because you can feel it, you can feel what he is thinking about.Â
Because you begin to feel it too. The more you open your heart to him, the more you let him in â the more it hurts. You curse at it, you curse at the pain and at the dark stain that he had left on your heart.
You savor the kiss, just like he does.Â
He savors it too. Your kiss isnât a promise. Not even your love is.Â
He destroyed too much.
And though you donât want it, you push him away and ignore the way you already miss him and the feeling of his lips on yours.Â
âW-What are you doing?â Your voice is shaky and your eyes are glossy. You look up at him with saddened eyes.Â
Steveâs hair is disheveled, his lips are puffy from the kissing.
And he looks defeated because the look on your face tells him that this wonât mean anything.Â
âI-Iâm sorry.. but I-I just needed to do that, at least one last time.âÂ
You frown at his words. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he canât help but think that you look cute.Â
âYou canât just kiss me after everything!â You snap at him and push past him, walking away from him.Â
âDolly!âÂ
âNo!âÂ
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