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Two First Dates - Part 3

Chapter Title: Steve

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: A little heart to heart with Steve. 

Warning: None.

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Part 1

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The light breeze dances across your skin, sending goosebumps down your body. Sinking deeper into yourself as the eerie darkness completely encapsulates the lone standing building of the gas station, the neon lights shining brightly within the blackness. The clerk periodically checks as you sit on the stoop, waiting for your rescuer.

You didn’t know who else to call. Parents were out of town, Robin doesn’t have a car. At this point you are all out of options. Silently cursing at yourself that your only savior was the person you don’t want to see the most. The person who practically caused this night to happen.

The low grumble of the all too well-known dark colored sedan comes whipping around the corner. The brakes screech as the car comes to a halt, the tall figure exiting quickly as you stand to greet him.

“Y/N, are you ok?” The man’s panic tone sends shockwaves through the air. His sleepy eyes, the messy bedhead and the pjs he so tirelessly pulled on in a hurry makes him look so effortlessly handsome. This wasn’t the first time that Steve, so heroically you might add, came to your rescue for some boy who broke your heart only hours earlier. 

He doesn’t look angry that you woke him up or that you were balling your eyes out when you called him for a ride. He looks worried, worried that you were out in the middle of nowhere by yourself. Worried about what happened to you or what could have happened to you. 

The heartfelt look in his eyes, the way his pupils expand when your gaze meets his, taking your breath away almost instantly.

“I’m fine.” You lie. 

Truth is, you are hurt and tired and worn. 

His thumb traces your tear-stained cheeks as the shadows engulf both of your features. Your heart sinks into your stomach as he licks his chapped lips. You can swear that the air around you is getting warmer, that he is inching, every so slowly, towards you.

And as much as you want to kiss him. As much as you would give everything in your life to make this work between you and Steve, you know it couldn’t. You are happy that he is here, in the middle of the night, saving you from this nightmare of a date. 

But you are also angry.

Angry at him for ruining it. Angry at his ignorance for asking you out earlier, completely destroying whatever future you had with Eddie. Angry that no matter how many times he had the chance to ask you to be his girlfriend, he never did.

The mixed feelings on the situation are driving you crazy. Your head pounding from the swirling emotions and the excessive amount of crying. Deep down inside your heart or brain or whatever lies a screaming voice that stops you from moving closer to him. That stops you from wanting to be with him. That stops you from giving him a chance.

Your eyes meet for a second time, before you push past his large figure. Pulling into yourself, building a wall to stop the heartache that follows Steve Harrington. 

The car ride was painful to say the least.

This definitely isn’t your typical driving-home-from-work type of ride that Steve has given you dozens of times or anything like the anxious car ride that he gave you earlier. This is the type of ride where none of the passengers know what to say. The neverending glances towards the other passenger drift away like the passing of the road beneath the car. The tunnels of wind fill your ears as Steve steps on the gas, propelling towards the town of Hawkins. Towards the place that causes you so much pain, heartbreak, and loneliness. 

You wonder if he is mad. Mad that you decided to go on this stupid date or mad that he had to come pick up the pieces yet again. You pick at your nails as you anxiously think what could be racing through his mind. Being angry with him was not making you feel better but at this point it was the only emotion that you can properly pinpoint. 

Steve concentrates hard on the road in front of him as he wipes sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He isn’t mad at you, he really doesn’t know what type of emotions to feel at this moment. Sure he has picked you up from dead-end dates and seen you cry more times than he can count. The tug of a smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he remembers how emotional you can be over the small things. 

He wishes he was honest with you. Honest about how he knew that he liked you the first time you stepped into the video store asking for an application, kicking himself for not realizing what an amazing person you were in high school. Wasting all those years trying to be popular, wasting all those years without you.

He was so curious about what you were thinking. If only the two people in the car could realize that the other was practically shouting to be heard. Shouting to be loved. Shouting to be with the other. 

The town of Hawkins grows closer and the thousands of twinkling lights begin to illuminate the dark streets. You realized a few miles back that Steve wasn’t driving you home, instead taking you towards his part of town.

You are in no mood to protest this arrangement and know that you both would have to talk at some time or another. Maybe it was best to get all the pain out now, this way both of you can realize if the other is worth fighting for. 

His house comes into view as he pulls down the street, past all the other large houses in the area and the dozens of trees that line them. His house was more of a modest feel, still grand in size but homier than most of the others on his block. 

Your heart beats faster as the seconds grow to your inevitable talk.

He parks the car at the top of the driveway, pausing for a moment before exiting and signaling for you to join him. Instinctively following close behind him like you did countless times before. The house was dark and clean as if no one lived there at all. You knew that Steve’s parents are away often but imagining him being all alone in this empty house at night sends a shiver down your spine. 

Walking past the formal dining room and living room to the back of the house where the kitchen overlooks the backyard. The white cabinets and countertops make it feel cold and unusable, like any spill will leave a forever imprint. 

He grabs you a cup of water, taking a sip of it before setting it in front of you. Your fingers glide along the side of the glass as the temperature goes from warm to ice cold. Picking up the beverage and feeling the crisp water coat your mouth and throat. Not knowing that you desperately needed this until now. 

You watch as Steve tenses up, his demeanor drastically changing. An internal battle of what words can come out. He is no longer the confident man that stands in front of you but some form of a lost child looking for his way home. 

Placing the glass back down, deciding to keep quiet. The anger is quickly vanishing. You want to speak, you want Steve to know what happened tonight between you and Eddie. You want to talk to him like this was any other night but you know that tonight is different. You know that after tonight, your relationship with Steve will be changed forever.

The air was different. The growing tension in the room practically screams for you both to say something - say anything . 

“Can I confess something?” Steve finally breaks the silence. Stuttering as he forces the words out of his mouth. He picks at his cuticles, a nervous habit you happened to notice after a horrible fight with his parents. 

You nod in agreement, letting him take his time to articulate his running thoughts. 

“I’ve liked you since your first day at the store.” He blurts out, knowing that if he doesn’t say it now then he never will. He nervously glances over to you, his hair blocking his view.

You study him before answering. You aren’t sure if he is telling the truth or not. At this point you don’t know what is real and what is fake, Eddie’s voice echoing in your head over Steve’s presumed intentions. “I always thought you barely noticed me.” Your words rolling off your tongue, dripping with vulnerability.

His soft laugh echoes through the empty room, the tension dissipating quickly. The fake grin appears for a second before vanishing completely, “That’s not true at all. I was just nervous.” He finally admits.

“Nervous?” Taken back by his answer. Steve Harrington nervous around you? How could The Steve Harrington ever be nervous around someone like you? 

He casually rolls his shoulders back, the confidence slowly burning in his chest again. “Yeah, you were so pretty.” 

“You have dated a lot of pretty girls, Steve.” You emphasize every word.

“But none like you. None that compared anywhere close to you.” The comment takes you off guard. Was he telling the truth? Did he actually mean it? 

The overwhelming feelings that are overrunning your body and mind is becoming too hard to handle. You want to scream, you want to cry. 

“Why are you telling me this now?” You almost plead, your voice cracking as tears begin to build, “Like as soon as someone else is interested in me you suddenly decide to tell me how you feel. Steve, I have liked you for basically my whole life.” Taking a much needed pause before you add, “I have been waiting for this confession - dreaming of this moment and the time you tell me is when I’m already planning on going out with Eddie.” You’re out of breath after your frantic monologue. 

“You’ve liked me for your whole life.” You could feel the cockiness in his voice. 

Rolling your eyes as you casually hit his shoulder. “That’s all you heard?” 

He pretends to be hurt, rubbing his hit arm to dull the fake pain. Collecting himself once again before turning to face you, this time he felt larger than life, straight out of a Hollywood film where he would sweep the starring actress away into the Sun. “Truth is, I was jealous that Eddie got to take you out on a date before me.”

And as much as you like to hear that he was jealous of Eddie taking you on a date. The pain was still there. The uncertainty still rings in your ears, “But don’t you understand the situation you put me in?” You reconfirm. 

He nodded his head, of course he understands. He understands how stupid it all was but he didn’t care that he wanted to have you no matter the cost. He would rather try to get you and fail than to have never tried at all. He hesitates, “I know and I’m sorry I really am. I didn’t want it to happen this way. I didn’t - I don’t want you to think of me as a horrible person. I really wish I could have built up the courage to ask you out on a proper date, to show you the real Steve.” 

His fingertips gently graze yours. The electricity that radiates off of you both is enough to light the town of Hawkins. There was spark, something he felt and definitely something you felt. 

“And who is the real Steve?” You wonder, your head tilts to the side awaiting his answer. 

“Sometimes I don’t even know,” huffing before he continues, “But I do know that I am not some shallow guy who wanted to ruin tonight for you. I am not the same guy that everyone knew in high school. Not Steve “The Hair” Harrington or King Steve, I’m just some basic dude living in some dumpy little town.” 

And you see that. This isn’t the same Steve that you knew throughout school. This isn’t even the same Steve that you see at work almost everyday. This Steve was someone that you wanted to get to know. Someone who would do absolutely everything in the world for someone he loves.

“But nothing was happening between us and I felt like I could no longer wait.” You have to state as the conversation comes to a halt. A pause. No talking and your grazes immediately divert from one another. 

Steve’s confession does give you some hope. Gives you some peace of mind that Eddie wasn’t correct. Eddie couldn’t be correct, could he? The question of the night that so exhaustively hung onto the front of your mind.

“So what happened between you and Eddie?” Steve’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. 

Your fingers tap the outside of the glass. “I told Eddie you asked me out.”

“You did? Why?” His ears perk up at your explanation. 

“Because it wasn’t fair.”

“And?”

“He got really mad.” You recall your interaction only hours earlier, the hurt look on Eddie’s face will forever be ingrained into your memory, recalling his words, “He said he couldn’t believe I went on a date with him. That you most likely don’t like me.” 

His body scooting closer to you, “Don’t believe a word that some dick says to you. He doesn’t know me or how I feel about you.” The heat of his body and his words fills you with hope.

Letting out a deep breath before you note, “I just feel like maybe we could never work. That maybe we just aren’t right for each other.” 

He is now so close that you could smell him, the scent of evergreen bath soap filling your mind. “If I didn’t like you then I wouldn't have gotten my ass out of bed in the middle of the night to go pick up some chick. I wouldn’t have done that for someone I didn’t care about.” And he is right, he wouldn’t have done that for just any girl. His feelings for you are unlike he has ever felt before. His first love scared his fragile heart but his feelings for you were enough to slowly patch him back up again.

“Steve, I just feel so hopeless.”

“Y/N.” Your name hanging on his lips like honey, the music of his voice playing your name was making your head dizzy. “You are the only girl for me. The only one that I want and I don’t ever want you to doubt my feelings for you. I want this. I need this”

His hand tilting your chin upwards, pulling you closer into his embrace. His lips grazed against yours, finally deepening the kiss.

He is rough. He is needy.

Your body pressing together, his arms wrapping around you, wanting to completely dissolve into each other. You can taste the subtle hint of toothpaste that still lingered after all this time. His mouth moves so perfectly with yours. Your head is filled with empty thoughts of nothing besides Steve. 

The passionate kiss is everything you dreamed about. It screams needing you every second of the day, every minute of every hour, from dusk till dawn, he wants you, needing you to live. The feeling of his soft lips linger for moments after. A whimper escaping as you become undown. 

“I need this.” He repeats and this time you believe it.

~~~

I really hoped you like these series!! Maybe going to write a second part with some smut!! ;)

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Two First Dates - Part 2

Chapter Title: Eddie

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Your date with Eddie.

Warning: None.

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Part 1 | Part 2

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Your stomach is in knots as you step out of the shower into the steam-filled bathroom, wiping the mirror to catch a glimpse of yourself before it fogs over again. You don’t recognize the person staring back. 

How could you , of all people, be stuck in this situation? In some ways you were excited that both Eddie and Steve were interested in you…and in other ways you knew you would break one of their hearts. The pain in their eyes as they realize you chose someone else. That thought alone was instantly shattering. 

Maybe you should cancel on Eddie. It would be easier that way, you tried convincing yourself.

It’s not you, Eddie, it’s me. 

You decide against it, you did like Eddie and what if it did lead to something more. What if he was really the one for you? It was finally time to say yes to Eddie after saying no for all of these years. It was time to give Eddie a chance. An actual chance without the influence of Steve .

The doorbell rings as you finish putting on your lip gloss. Fixing the strands of hair that have fallen out of place. Giving yourself a little smile in your bedroom mirror as you look yourself over, trying to find some hidden message in your reflection. Sadly there was nothing - there was no signal or sudden realization that this decision was the correct one. 

If this was the correct decision, why do you feel so horrible? Your heart beginning to weigh heavier as you make the short journey to the door. The beating increases, amplifying the growing anxiety of the night on the horizon and you were the fate maker. 

Maybe you knew the answer but decided to ignore it. 

Taking a breath, a moment, a pause to pull yourself together. You don’t know why it took you so long to finally say yes but here you were, finger tightening on the door knob. A smile pulling on your lips as you watch Eddie fix himself on the other side of the stained glass window. The answer to your question suddenly becomes a little clearer.

The door opens quickly, catching Eddie by surprise. A giggle escapes you as he fumbles over the sudden action. 

Finally regaining his composure as he pushes the hair out of his face. Eddie looks different…looks nervous. His eyes darting around, his fingers playing with the ends of his jacket sleeves. He wasn't acting like the confident Eddie that you were used to. He looks cleaner than normal, still sloppily dressed but put together at the same time. 

His lips twitching as he struggles to get out any words, “Wow,” was all he could manage to muster out, taking his time as he looks you up and down. The heat rises directly to your cheeks, the soft swirls of reds and pinks surfacing under your foundation. 

“You clean up nice yourself.” Toying with the hem of your shirt as you both stand there awkwardly. A laugh being shared between you both before walking towards his van. 

Something was definitely different. Maybe it was the way that Eddie held himself when he was around you. Maybe it's the pit in your stomach over how nervous you actually are to be here, finally going on a date with the Eddie Munson. You couldn’t quite place your thoughts but the moment definitely felt right. 

The smile crept upon your lips as Eddie opens the door to his van. “Eddie, didn’t know you were a gentleman,” you playfully joke. His eyes fall to the side, avoiding yours, hues of red surfacing to his cheeks. He was blushing at your comment. Eddie Munson blushing at your comment and doesn't say a witty remark back. This was definitely different.

Your eyes follow his movement as he rounds the front of the van, knowing that he was probably cursing at himself for his awkward behavior.  He didn’t realize the hold you had on him until you opened the front door. The sudden aroma of your strawberry scented perfume filling his nose, completely engulfed by your presence. He was undeniably obsessed with you. 

A faint smile placed on his face while entering the vehicle, turning the engine and instantly speeding away. The plush seats underneath your thighs and the smell of old weed bring you back to high school. 

Realizing in that moment that you actually missed Eddie. 

You lost touch after graduation last May, feeling like you were in two completely different worlds. You missed his snarky comments, music, and most of all, him . You almost kick yourself for not giving him a chance in high school, maybe your life would have turned out differently. Maybe this whole Steve thing would have never happened.

Eddie was distant, other than singing along to the occasional song on the radio. He was intensely gripping the steering wheel, his eyes not leaving the road for a second. Definitely not typical Eddie behavior. 

You periodically glance over at him, studying his face. Debating if you should be the one to start the conversation, any conversation at this point, but you are unsure what you’d say. Sure, you both used to hang out with no other friends around, but this was a different situation. Depending on how things went, you could be the one in Eddie’s bed tonight. 

The van loudly stutters down the long dirt road. The huge oak trees lining the only road for miles, coming to a clearing by Lover’s Lake. It has been a while since you have seen this section of the lake - yours and Eddie’s spot. 

This spot was only known to some and you two claimed it as your own at the end of your junior year. This place held the memories and stories of priceless nights that you had forgotten about. The feeling of guilt sinking your stomach, hating yourself for forgetting, hating yourself for leaving this behind.

Eddie pauses for a moment as he puts the van in park, his mouth opens then closes then opens again then closes again, almost like he is trying to build up the courage to say something, to say anything. He wants this date to be special for you, dreaming about this moment for so many years yet you are finally here with him and he can barely have a simple conversation. 

He exits the car without saying a word, making his way to open your door again. You were beginning to like this Eddie. He was sweet and intent with every action he made. You could clearly tell he was nervous, repeatedly brushing his hand through his hair or clearing his throat.

The sun was beginning to set, the hues of purple and pink dance across the sky. The same colors flowing with the soft waves of the water, the night was perfect. You take the small journey over to the great boulders that lined the shore off to the right, the crashing sound of the water spoke the silent conversation you and Eddie were trying to avoid. 

You sat down next to one of the boulders, a fallen log acting as your bench. Eddie sits next to you, almost a little too far for your liking. Scooting closer to him, a smirk residing on his face at your action. 

“How have you been?” Your voice slicing through the silence. 

You watch as he twists his rings around his fingers, “Same old, same old.” Noticing the heaviness in his tone. The weight of the world resting on his shoulders, resting on the idea of finally graduating after so long, resting on the next step. Yet this moment between you both seems more daunting than any next step.

Looking back to the waves, watching as they barely touch the tips of your shoes and sweep back so gracefully, “How’s Hawkins High?” 

“Terrible,” his breathy laugh echoes off of the boulders. 

You knew he always hated that school, hated this town. The town who treats him like a monster. You didn’t blame him though. He had a right to hate this town, at times you even hated it. Hawkins was a lot to love, a lot to handle. The social hierarchy captivated the town and didn’t stop once you were out of high school. 

Your train of thought carried you elsewhere, only being pulled back by Eddie clearing his throat.

“It all went downhill after you graduated. You were the only reason I went to school every day.” His voice hushed, trailing off at the end.

You scoff at his outlandish allegation, “That’s not true,” you state, letting the comment slide away.

“And…what if I told you it was?” His head cocked to the side, finally finding his confidence as he stares at you.

“I’d laugh right in your face.”

“Then you should start laughing.”

That was it…the first time in your life that your heart skipped a beat.

Eddie was ready to be his charming, honest self with you, pushing any growing anxiety to the side. He never thought you looked so beautiful than at this moment, blushing and stumbling over your words. His heart pounding, hoping you don’t realize the subtle shaking in his hand as he reaches for you, pushing the strands of fallen hair out of your face. His thumb trailing down your cheek, tugging at your bottom lip. 

Making the instant decision to make you his, closing the distance between you both as you brace for impact.

He is gentle and delicate.

His rough lips guide your movement as his hands pull you closer to him. The tiny sparks of electricity flowing through your body as your shared breathe becomes one. The smell of stale cigarettes fills your nostrils as you follow him. Your running thoughts instantly tamed by the calmness of his presence. 

Your close interaction ending a little too soon as you both close back into yourselves, his voice raspy as he watches the boats in the distance, “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” 

You couldn’t answer him, your words getting caught in your throat. Your first kiss with Eddie was nothing like you thought it would be. Eddie was anything but gentle, yet he treated you like glass, afraid that any sudden move would break you. His eye tender as looks back at you, scanning your face. Wanting to continue kissing you, wanting to be covered in your strawberry perfume, claimed as yours.

“Bet Harrington would never do that.” His voice is calm with an underlying tone of cockiness. He was proud to finally kiss you. To kiss you before Steve could, to mark you as his in more ways than one.

“What?” You begin, trying to keep your voice even, “Why even mention Steve? We weren’t even talking about him.” 

Steve. The simple image of him pulls at your lips, stopping yourself before Eddie could see.  You realize that you hadn't thought about Steve once this whole time you were with Eddie. A good sign considering your circumstance, but now with the small mention of Steve, his smile won't leave your mind, no matter how many times you look at Eddie. You heart dropping as you now know the correct answer to this boy situation.

“Y/N," You eyes blinking a couple of times as he looks at you, his hand placed gentle on yours, “You’ve been hung up on Steve for basically half your life.”

“You’ve been hung up on me.” You quickly rebut at his comment.

“That’s not the point.” He laughs half-heartedly, “I have been asking you out every single Friday since Sophomore year. I’ve been hung up on you but at least I’ve been trying to get you.” His eyebrow cocked as he made a valid point, squeezing your fingers together lightly. 

Your eyes drop, smile fading rapidly as you realize the truth. Here was a man, right in front of you, who always made his intentions clear from the start. Here was the guy who would take you home everyday after school just to be able to hang out with you a little bit longer. Eddie was right in front of you the whole time, yet you were so obsessed with Steve to even give him a chance.

“Steve asked me out today.” Your mouth spewing the words before you could stop yourself. The instant feeling of regret as you watch his demeanor morph, his body tensing, hands gripping his jeans.

“What?” Confusion washing over his face. “Harrington asked you out? Did you say yes?” His face searching for the answer. Your lack of a response is the only confirmation he needs.

“Why the hell would you say yes?” He stands up, his shoe sinking slightly into the sand. His hands rest on his hips as he paces back and forth in front of you. “Why the hell would you even come out with me tonight?” His hands mimicking the words that fall from his mouth, you can hear the pain in his voice. His eyes darting everywhere but on you.

“You were the one to ask me out. What was I supposed to do?” You almost laugh as if the answer was obvious. The words rolled off more light-hearted than intended. 

“Cancel.” He words like venom as they spit from his mouth, “Just say you hate me and be done with it, but now after tonight I get my hopes up and...and you knew you were going out with him on a real date.” He rants, he doesn’t believe this situation is happening. How can an amazing moment be ruined so quickly?

“I didn’t want to cancel with you.” You whisper, picking at the dirt under your nails. You felt so small as he towers over you, stopping in his tracks, the water running over his boots. 

You didn't want to cancel. Your voice playing on repeat in his head as he is baffled by your sorry excuse for an explanation, scoffing before he states, “Are you not listening to yourself right now. You can’t have us both, Y/N. You can’t play us like that.” Stopping for a brief moment, his face changing to a mix of hopelessness and disgust,  “Does he know you were going out with me tonight?”

“That’s actually why he asked me out.” You whisper again, the words almost inaudible. Secretly hoping that they would be washed away with the current. 

“So let me get this straight.” He pauses, facing towards you, “He heard we were going on a date and then decides that he’s gonna ask you out on a date. Do you really not see what he is doing?” His head repeatedly shakes as the battle within himself grows, the overwhelming feeling of wanting to scream and shout a big FUCK YOU into the universe. But only being able to let out a chuckle, a I-can't-believe-this-is-happening-to-me-right-now chuckle. 

“He probably doesn’t even like you.” 

“You don’t know that.” Your eyes barely make contact with his.

“So you have hope is what you’re saying.” You comment baffling him. “You have hope that he likes you and you went on a date with me. And then if he doesn’t like you, then what? You get to come crawling back to me. I am not just some second choice for you.” His tone shifts as the hurt settles in. 

You can see the tears accumulate in his eyes as he stares at you. Desperately trying to shake the thoughts from his mind as he begins walking back to his car. Eddie is broken, the cracks expanding as his heart feels like it is going to stop. He wants to run, runaway from this conversation, runaway from the lake, and runaway from you.

“Eddie, I didn’t mean-” You try to reach for him, wanting to pull him back. Try to explain the situation better than you have been. 

Turning to stop you from grab him, his hands placed firmly in front of him, stopping you from coming any closer, “Do you know how badly I wanted this to happen?” his hand signaling between you both, “How badly I wanted you to be mine and now I know it can never happen.” His voice breaking as his eyes are intensely on you. 

Maybe he wanted you to say something, to be able to clarify, but he couldn't bring himself to listen. Your presence is no longer comforting, you voice is no longer pleasing. He is disgusted that you could treat him so poorly, the one person who made his world a little brighter. He couldn't bare being here for another moment, taking one final glance between pulling his keys from his pocket and leaving. 

And then it’s only you. 

Watching his van's brake lights disappear into the night. Abandoned at Lover’s Lake with no one to help you. You wanted to be mad, hell you wanted to be pissed at Eddie for leaving you. But you couldn't, for some reason you understood how hurt he was. Mostly hating yourself for putting him in this situation. 

You curse your frustration into the empty woods as you begin the walk to the nearest gas station about a mile back down the road. The moon helping guide your joinery back to civilization, but the undeniable feeling of wanting to disappear back into the woods is still present. 

The neon lights illuminating in the darkness peak through the thick brush as you round the corner of the road. Your feet begin to ache, cursing again at your uncomfortable shoe option that you picked for the evening.   Making your way to the pay phone attached to the side of the empty station. Fishing for coins in your purse and dialing the familiar number.

“Hey, sorry to wake you, can you come pick me up?”

~~~

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Two First Dates - Part 1

Chapter Title: The Set Up

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 2205

Summary: After hearing about your date with Eddie Munson, Steve decides to finally ask you out. 

Warning: None.

A/N: A series I wrote a while ago but finally moving it over to Tumblr! Enjoy my loves!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Part 2 | Part 3

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Today was weirdly peaceful. Normally, Fridays are busy but today seemed oddly quiet. There were no last minute dads getting off of work trying to figure out which children’s movie to rent or a couple wondering what movie would be good background noise for their make out session. 

The day mostly consisted of you and Steve doing your job’s mundane duties. To be honest, it was a little tense between the two of you lately. Nothing in particular stuck out in your mind, but it seemed like Steve didn’t want to talk to you at all. You would notice that his eyes would linger just a bit too long and he would avoid any and all situations that involved talking to you. Something was bugging him and you just decided to leave it at that. 

You spent most of the day rewinding tapes, stocking, and ignoring Steve. He seems to always spend his days the same, trying to get a date. He hasn’t been all that lucky since high school and sometimes you kind of felt bad for him. He would go out with any girl who happened to say yes to his boyish charm yet come in the next day complaining about their horrible date and her horrible kissing.

You didn’t want to hear about Steve's excuse for a dating life. Not because it wasn’t funny as hell to see him struggle to keep a girlfriend, but because you were somewhat jealous of the other girls he would give his attention to. You wouldn’t dare to ever say this outloud, but Steve was definitely someone you have a major crush on. 

If you are a girl from Hawkins, you have had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in your life. Your crush just seemed to never dissipate. 

“You’re really going on a date with Eddie Munson?” Steve basically shouted from behind the counter, pulling you from your mindless thoughts.

You look over the rack of movies in front of you, your hands automatically fixing them as you respond, “What…” you pause for a brief moment, “how did you hear about that?”

“Robin.” He chuckled. He couldn’t believe that you would go on a date with that loser willingly.

“It’s none of your business Steve.” You groan while putting another tape onto the shelf. It was true though, you were going on a date with Eddie Munson tonight but you didn’t want Steve’s opinion about the matter.

“It is when you’re going out with that freak.” He cringes at the thought of you and Eddie Munson actually going on a date. You groan in frustration at his comment. Vowing now to never listen to Steve Harrington ever again. 

You put a couple more tapes on the shelf. You could feel his presence next to you before he states, “I didn’t even think he was your type.” It was almost like he was intentionally trying to stand too close. 

“What exactly do you think my type is Steve?” You questioned. 

Steve instantly stands up a little straighter, pulling his vest down a bit. Clearly indicating that he was your type. Where would he even get that idea? You never said anything to anybody about your crush on Steve. Do you think he knows? Do you think he is playing with you to make you confess that you are in love with him?

“You wish,” you scoff at his inaudible comment and push past him. To be honest, you wished you could build up the courage to tell Steve how you really felt. This whole love-hate friendship thing that has been going on for the past couple of months has been torture. You loved the teasing and the way he would wear that cocky smile after a snarky remark made you want to kiss him even more. But you never got the feeling that he felt the same way.

“Come on, go out with me tonight.” He follows closely behind. His request sends shivers down your spine. The words you always wanted to hear were now being spoken yet at the worst possible time in your life. Fuck Steve Harrington for always having the worst timing. 

“You can’t just now ask me on a date because you know I am going out with Eddie.” You turn around to face hime, pointing out his obvious intentions. “Also, you should ask me out because you want to not because it’s to stop me from dating Eddie.” You add, your eyes meeting his and suddenly his presence feels extremely close.

You can see he was examining your face. Examining what you were actually thinking and wanting to take all of you in. You were standing so close that you could see the same razor scars that lined his chin. You could see the slight emptiness in his eyes and the pressure of growing up too fast. 

Your mind racing with all the things you wanted to say to him but never got the chance. Let’s face it, you were so small compared to what he had to offer. You turn back around before he could read too much further into the obvious expression on your face. Your safety behind the counter and computer couldn’t have come quicker. The soft clicking sound of your fingertips typing away filled the small store. 

Steve huffs, his forearms resting on top of the counter, “Y/N, I do want too. Plus you will have way more fun with me anyways.” He adds, his puppy dog eyes tearing a piece of your heart away as you try to stay mad but can’t.

You could feel yourself giggling at his remark. Damn Steve. He had this way of getting under your skin yet also being able to get himself on your good side. He could talk himself into and out of any situation, especially with you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger, but instead of actually asking you out on a date he would do anything to stop you from going on them. 

He wasn’t as confident as he wanted the world to view him as. He was lonely and heartbroken. Never fully recovering from dating Nancy Wheeler and never fully recovered from all the rejection since. He went from King Steve of Hawkins High to some unknown dude in the video store. How pathetic, his father always told him. 

But he liked it there, he liked hanging out with Robin…and you. Even though he would never confess actually wanting to hang out with you to your face. You were the reason he wasn’t lonely during the week while Robin was at school. You were the person who laughed at his jokes even if they weren’t that funny. Steve couldn’t believe that he was finally able to ask you out, the only bad part was that you were going on a date with Eddie first. Good job, Steve.

You stop typing for a moment and meet his gaze. His mind was trying to find the right words, any words to save himself.

“Eddie and I have a lot in common, which is why I said yes. Plus he had the guts to actually ask me out.” You confess, your words stinging more than you intended. But you were right, if Steve would have actually asked you out any other time than you would be more than willing to go with him. Hell, he was the one putting you in this situation.

“Fine.” Steve groans, his forehead now resting on the counter. You finally thought that you had won, that he was finally going to leave you alone. You go back to the computer screen, inputting the number on the tape cover.

“But we are going out tomorrow.” He demands. His confidence finally finding its voice. 

You giggle again. How could he be so demanding all the time? How could he just keep asking after you basically said no? “I’m not sure if I’m free.” You pretend to think about his offer when in reality you couldn’t believe that Steve Harrington continued to keep asking you out on a date. You almost had to pinch yourself, really hoping this was not some sort of dream. 

“I know you aren’t.” He wasn’t appeased by the joke, “I am picking you up at 5 tomorrow.” 

“Isn’t that a little early for dinner?” A puzzled look landing on your face.

“5 in the morning, duh.” He clarifies. The smile that formed on his face was unlike any other. You were now this big prize that he has won and he was happy to be able to show you off. The fact that he was finally able to go on a real date with you was amazing and nerve-wrecking.

“Morning?” You repeat as he walks away without another word. Why 5 in the morning? Why in the world would Steve want to even get up that early on a Saturday? You wondered what kind of plans he could possibly have at 5 in the morning. 

It was a little awkward for the rest of your shift together. Steve seemed oddly pleased with himself after your little interaction and you seemed completely torn between these two dates. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand, you were going on a date with someone who has actually made it clear that he wanted to date you. And on the other hand, you are going to go on a date with the literal man of your dreams. 

In a way, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because it felt like you were dragging Eddie into this situation. You knew in your heart that Steve was the one, but you weren’t completely sure if Steve really felt the same way. He could just really not want you to date Eddie and would do anything to stop it. 

Eddie has been asking you out nonstop since sophomore year of high school and Steve never gave you a second look in high school. Steve was one of your best friends and Eddie was someone you lost touch with after graduation.

You couldn’t make a decision between the two of them. How could you? How could you pick between them? You never thought in your small town life that two very attractive men would try and date you around the same time. 

The neverending thoughts of the next 24 hours and your next two dates made the rest of the day go by quickly. You had barely spoken five words to Steve since he asked you out. You were speechless. Absolutely speechless. 

When the clock struck 6pm and it was finally time to go home. You couldn’t help but to try and high tail it out the door without so much as a goodbye to your coworker. Coworker, that’s all he was. He wasn’t your knight in shining armor like you wanted him to be. He was a coworker that you see often and there's nothing much to it. You tried to remind yourself but it just wasn’t working. 

“You still want a ride home?” Steve calls while locking the doors and before you are out of earshot.

You stop before your feet leave the short sidewalk. Contemplating if you still need the ride home. In reality, you do, that was the reason you asked in the first place. But after today and your mind going thousands of miles per an hour, the last place you wanted to be is stuck in a metal box with Steve.

You turn on your heels, knowing that if he drove you home it would give you more time to get ready for your date with Eddie. “Sure” You huff.

“Don’t act so sad.” He opens the car door for you. 

Most of the car ride was silent to say the least. Awkward, yes. Uncomfortable, yes. But you liked driving with Steve. He’s given you a ride home a couple of times and he’s always so talkative. But today was different, he seemed quiet and distant. The radio hummed lowly but the silence was too much to bear. 

“You can still go out tonight with me instead.” He finally breaks the tension, before putting the car in park in front of your house.

You continue to look forward. You could feel his eyes burning a whole into your head, trying to figure out what is going on in your brain. 

“Steve, drop it.” You look over at him, his sight almost taking your breath away, “Besides what if I like Eddie more and just don’t want to go on the date with you tomorrow?” You snark.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Steve rebuttals, knowing damn well that he is right. 

The breathy chuckle escapes your lips as you just cannot believe this day. It was so far away from what you expected that you almost don’t believe you are alive right now. You got out of the car not saying another word. The loud bang of the car door echoing for miles.

“Hey,” He shouts, leaning forward over the passenger seat, “I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”

You try to conceal the smile that has formed. Damn this day, damn the date, and damn Steve Harrington.

~~

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One Night Stand

Pairing/Characters: Nick Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: A very fun one night stand with Nick Miller.

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! unprotected p in v, bj, fingering, eating out v, Nick kind of a dom ;)

A/N: My first official Nick Miller post yay! Let me know what you think! thank u for supporting my work! If you see any mistakes...no you didn't!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

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Kissing Nick Miller is a little sloppy to say the least.

The wet kisses mixed with the buzz of the lasting alcohol that still coats each of your tongues as you stumble your way to his place, excited for the night ahead. His lips barely leave yours as he reaches into his pocket for the keys. His other hand pulling you closer by the small of your back, needing you close enough to feel your heartbeat. And at this moment, it was beating rapidly against his chest.

The door opens to the dimly lit loft, the presence of people long forgotten, as the two of you stumble in. The playful laughs dance around the room, swirling around the both of you. More giggles escape your lips as Nick tries to shush you, prompting you to shush him in return. And the more you each try to keep the other quiet, the more laughs fill the quiet room. It was a lose-lose situation during this late hour.

His fingers intertwine with yours, leading you towards his room near the front of the loft. A smile residing on your face, the giggles still on the tip of your tongue as you watch his silhouette in the moonlight. He is a little rough around the edges but that’s what you like. 

Letting you into the room first, the door shutting quickly after that. And then his body is suddenly so close. Moving the hair away from your neck, his lips kiss the soft skin so delicately. His hands rub along your shoulders down your arms, a trail of goosebumps follows shortly after as you begin to melt under his touch.

His rough hands now run gently across your soft skin, the complete opposite from the moments the two of you shared a few moments earlier. Leaning your back against his chest as his hands wrap underneath your arms, his fingers making quick work of your button up shirt. Tearing the garment off of your shoulder, dropping it to the floor. The cool air mixes with the heat of your radiating skin.

Nick kisses a trail along the back of your neck as he fumbles to get your bra off. The multiple profanities coming from his mouth as he struggles makes you giggle. Finally unhooking the latch before his hands come around your chest, cupping both breasts as you arch back into his embrace. Nick delicately plays with your nipples between his fingers, squeezing, tugging, twisting. All of which cause sweet whines to escape your perfect lips.

Snaking his right hands around your throat, squeezing both sides with his thick fingers around. Pressing his fingertips harder into your skin as his left hand is still tugging at your sensitive nipple. His tongue dragging up your neck, his hot breath in your ear, “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

And the dam near collapsed at his raspy words filling your empty head. A heavy breath releasing from your body as his hands let you go. Suddenly so cold and fragile without his body close to you. 

You do as you are told, turning around to face him. Nick’s eyes bouncing from your gaze to each perky breast in front of him. Licking his lips as you lower yourself on to the floor. Big doe, innocent eyes ready to be defiled starring back up to him and his large stature.

Nick slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, making the movements more emphasized as he practically sees you salivating for his cock. You are driving him crazy. Nick drops his jeans and boxers to the floor, the fabrics pooling around his ankles as he begins to stroke his throbbing member. He reaches out a hand, wrapping his fingers in your hair as he pulls you closer. 

Now only inches away from his leaking tip, “Stick your tongue out for me baby,” and like a good little girl your tongue extends from your mouth directly underneath his cock but not touching it. Nick shakes his head in disbelief, “God, you are so pretty.” His hand release the bunch of hair as it moves around your face, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. 

Squeezing your thighs together from his sweet words. Your body is vibrating as you physically cannot wait any longer until you are able to taste the delicious liquid that leaks from his tip. Finally closing the small gap between your lips and his hard cock, tongue reaching out, swirling around the head as an intense inhale from Nick jolts through the room. 

The fierce sensation running through Nick’s body as he lets out a deep groan, his hand on his shaft moving back and forth as you continue to lick the oozing juices. You don’t dare to break eye contact with him, the hint of a smile running across your face, pleased with being able to make him feel so good.

Your hands graze up his bare thighs, fingers digging deeply into his skin as you begin to take his length into your open hole. Tongue swirling the sensitive bottom before flattening your tongue to accommodate his size as you inch further and further down his shaft. Nick’s hand nestles in the back of your head, wrapping his fingers tightly around your locks as he guides you down. 

Saliva leaking from your mouth, tears accumulating in your eyes as the girth opens you wide. Only stopping when you can’t go down anymore, the tip pressing firmly in your throat. Whining as you try to push his cock deeper and deeper. 

“Stay still for me,” Nick whispers, his breath catching in his throat as both of his large hands hold your face still as he begins to buckle his hips into your mouth. The pace was slow at first, taking his time to explore your mouth with his aching cock. Until he finds his sweet spot, that’s when his pumping increases and pools of water form in your eyes, sending tears down your cheeks. The sound of choking fills the room, fills his ears, instinctively making him pump faster.

Pushing deeper and deeper into your mouth. “Eyes on me baby,” his voice is shaking as you lock eyes with him, his member pushing deeper down your throat. “You can do it baby.” 

His words make you squeeze your thighs together, the wetness starting to leak. The pure act of being face fucked by Nick sending you to the moon. 

Nick thrusts hard one last time but quickly pulls himself out of your mouth. Suddenly feeling so empty without him invading you. Finally filling your lungs again with fresh air as your chest heaves up and down. Nick bends down, kissing you on the forehead as both hands latch underneath your armpits and he’s pulling you up onto both feet.

But what he doesn’t know is that you may not be able to stand. 

Nick’s eyes are soft as he scans your delicate features, pausing for a beat to look at your weakened state. Your hands firmly hang onto his biceps, squeezing as you feel his muscles move underneath his cotton shirt. 

His hand only comes up as his thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling in for a kissing. He is intense. The confidence that radiates off of him, the way he talked, the way he moved, makes your body weak. The overwhelming passion pulsing around the room, wanting to show you that he wants you, that he needs you.

Your lips attempts to match his rhythm but are still feeling loss after what just happened. His tongue pressing against your bottom lip, asking for entry. Letting him in for the first time, his tongue searches for yours, swirling around inside of your mouth as he starts to move you backwards.

Your arms snaking around his neck as to steady yourself, letting him guide you. Your fingers glide upwards, fingers grasping his short brown hair, pulling the strand of hair ever so slightly. You can feel his smile through the kiss. 

The back of your knees hit the bed in no time as Nick gently lowers you into the soft mattress. Breaking your kiss to place light pecks down your jaw, throat, collarbone, breast, nipple, stomach, until he gets to the top of your jeans. 

His fingers make quick work to unbuckle your pants and slide them down your legs. Leaving you in your lace panties with a little bow on the front. His lips pull into a smile when he catches the bow, fingers grazing along the fabric before both hands glide down your thighs. Pushing apart your legs once his hands get to your knees. 

Your core is so sore already, leaking through your undies this entire time. Body shaking as his fingers stroke back up your thighs, tracing small circles on your inner thighs. 

“Nick,” His name sounds so sweet coming from your mouth, pleading as the breath falls,  “please.” 

Exactly what he was waiting for, you begging for his touch. His fingers to fuck you, his tongue to suck over your swollen clit. Just like you, he can’t wait to taste the sweet elixir that leaks from your body. 

His pointer finger reaches to graze over the fabric, the light sensation sending your hips jolting to the roof. The waves of euphoria are already circling through your body and he has barely touched you.

Hooking his finger underneath the material as he moves it to the side, exposing your pretty little core to the angel sitting between your legs. His thumb instantly stoking your inflamed nub, applying light pressure to the sensitive area. Your whines muffle through the room as your fingers soak into the rough fabric of the blanket. His name falling delicately from your lips between moans. 

Spreading your split apart with his middle and index fingers, prompting sliding them inside as you. The long digit curling perfectly inside your core. Pumping in rhythm to his circling thumb. 

Digging his thick finger further inside of you, dipping his head as he replaces his thumb with his warm tongue. The soft tissue swirling around your tender clit. Licking and sucking as he fingers continue to pump faster, finally finding a good pace as his mouth puts in the work. 

The repetitive movement sending you over the edge as you moan wildly. Hands tousled in his locks as you buckle underneath his mouth. Grinding rapidly against his tongue as intense sensation pushes you into euphoria. 

Your chest falls up and down as you are spread across the bed, vision still blurry from the amazing overdrive of intensity that just radiated through your body. Lifting your head to meet the cocky smile that is plastered on Nick’s face. The smile of a man who knows you have never felt this way with anyone else. You can’t help but smile back as you let your head fall back into the bed.

You feel the mattress shift underneath you as a hot body begins to hover over your fragile frame. His present totally engulfs yours, absolutely ready to be fucked by this attractive man. 

Your legs spread apart as he positions himself between them. Hand on his leaking cock, pumping several times to lube up his length. Pressing the shaft down as the tip runs against your nub, moving down to your wet entrance. 

A shared moan fills the room as he begins to push into your sweet pussy. Back arching as his size stretches your walls. 

“Fuck…”

“You can take it darling.” He encourages you as he continues to push into your sweet folds.

Your face contorting into pleasure as his entire length is now finally inside of you. Nick lowers himself down, catching one nipple in his mouth. The tiny whimper escapes your lips as Nick starts to pull his hips back, guiding his shaft in and out of your delicious pussy.

His head settles into the crook of your neck as he finds his speed. Arms wrapping underneath you as he thrust deeper and deeper into your folds. Rolling your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his skin sending waves up your body.

Moving in perfect unison with each other as the sweet release is near for the both of you. Nick’s thrust starts to become messier, each hard pound inside of you hitting the right spot. Toes curling as you muffle your screams in his neck.  

Fucking you faster and faster, your whining mixing deliciously with his groans. Shaking breathes all mix together with his lips crashing into yours. 

His pumps becoming sloppy and uneven, “I'm gonna cum,” you hum into his mouth. Making him pump faster than ever before to send you spirling over the edge, a out of body experience as he fucks you into oblivion. 

Nick’s thrust slows as his hot liquid fills inside of you. Kissing the softness of your cheek before peeling away from you. 

Nick collapses onto the bed, a lazy smile firmly plastered on his face. Arms reaching over to wrap around your lifeless frame. Wet kisses lingering down your neck before nuzzling into the soft skin. 

“Maybe we can make this more than just a one time thing?” Nick’s sleepy voice vibrates against you.

“Definitely.”

~~~

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Fanfiction is not "Eww... fanfiction".

Fanfiction is comfort after a long day. Fanfiction is hope when things aren't going so well. Fanfiction is exploring your emotions and sexuality in a safe place. Fanfiction is reaching out into a universe to discover things you never knew before. Fanfiction is discovering things about yourself that you were unsure of. Fanfiction is going on adventures. Fanfiction is walking when maybe you cannot. Fanfiction is standing up for yourself when it's hard to do in real life. Fanfiction is having the family you never had, the friends you always wanted, the love and affection you deserve. Fanfiction is letting out your frustrations and anger in a safe place. Fanfiction helps people. Readers and Writers alike.

Fanfiction is not "lesser writing".

Fanfiction is 100k stories about two dudes in a shiny black car. Fanfiction is 47 chapter epic tales about dragons and magic. Fanfiction is short stories that evoke such emotions that leave you crying for hours. Fanfiction is incredible prose that lingers in your mind for years to come.

Fanfiction is not shameful. It is not worthless. It is not just some silly thing kids do.

Fanfiction is beautiful art and no one can take that away from you. If they try, just write them into your next story and beat the hell out of them.

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Pinky Promise

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Late night talk with Steve.

Warning: smoking, fighting

A/N: It's just a typical slice of life fic so nothing major happens. Hope you enjoy!!!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

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Screaming - everything that a typical night at your household endured. The constant arguing between you and your parents about the future, about your dead-end life in Hawkins, about anything you wished to do or not do was the topic of every single night of your life. Everything you did wrong was a side remark, snarky comment, or just a big fuck you to your face. 

The neighbors know but don’t say anything, no one wants to be bothered by your constant family crisis. The big houses that lined the upscale part of Hawkins kept big secrets, hidden tales, and many children feeling isolated. Nothing short of the ideal American life.

Your mom works late nights at the hospital. Sleeping all day, needing the happy pills to take the edge off. Your dad is a deadbeat drunk with the biggest law office in Hawkins. Taking poor people’s money for his own personal gain. 

You hated it.  

You hated your house, you hated your family, you hated your life, but most of all you hated yourself .

The slamming sound of your heavy wooden door during your angry fit shakes the whole house. The overwhelming rage boiling through your bloodstream, heavying your breaths. You feel like screaming, the frustration oozing out of you as you pace back and forth in front of your bed. 

The desire to be able to tell them how you feel, to try to make them understand, but the courage you so desperately needed was nowhere to be found. Sinking into your bed, the overwhelming sorrow replaces the anger that once fueled your delicate frame. The constant fighting was beginning to leave a permanent mark. No one was there for you, no one helped you, no one cared.

No one…except Steve. 

The instant thought of him brings a goofy smile to your face. He was always there for you even on all the days you pushed him away. He came back, every single time . Steve understood what it was like to have a comfortable life yet have it crumble underneath your feet. 

The cold air coats your skin as you make your way out of the window onto your roof. Breathing in the fresh air, letting it cleanse your mind. The roof was your safe haven. Away from your parents, away from the pressure, away from the world. The stars are the only things to decide your fate.

Pulling your legs to your chest as your mind continues to race. Feeling like a waste of space. If only the world could disappear when you close your eyes, even if it was only for one night.

The sound of a branch breaking and a grunt gains your attention. The never ending feeling of wanting to be alone to wallow in your self-pity quickly washes away when you see the brown, bushy hair and bright smile of Steve Harrington. Friends since grade school, Steve Harrington. Prom King, Steve Harrington. Dates every girl in Hawkins expect you, Steve Harrington. 

Trying your best to cover the giggle that slips through your lips as you watch him struggle to pull himself onto the roof. Finally finding his footing, he straightens out his clothes, smiling as you watch him. Wondering how he never got caught by any nosy parents of the girls he would sleep with. 

The night sky perfectly captures his features, the light of the moon dancing across his face and figure. Your heart sinking for a second time tonight but not over the tension of your family, but over the sight of Steve Harrington. Everything you ever wanted, Steve Harrington. Perfect body, Steve Harrington. Last thought of the night, Steve Harrington.

Plopping beside you, shoulders grazing against one another, your body tenses over the subtle touch. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out the half-smoked cigarette, probably stolen from his mom. You watch as he brings the bud to his lips, holding it delicately as the flame lights the charred, black end. Inhaling , letting the smoke fill his empty body and mind, handing you the cigarette on the exhale. 

This was a common greeting between you two, no words needed to be spoken, the overwhelming feeling of comfort as you both share a cigarette, watching the stars and life pass right before your eyes.

Understanding each other on a deeper level, both from wealthy families, both completely broken. More alike than you would care to admit. His hand rubbing across his face then his hair, pushing the length back. His face now in full view as you study his stare, knowing a million thoughts are crossing his mind. 

“Dude,” his voice calling for you. Casually rolling your eyes at his endearing name. 

“Today just sucked.” He continues as you return the cigarette. “Remember Doris, like Boring Doris from 6th grade. Yeah? Well guess what? She’s hot now. Like extremely hot !” He begins to babble, waving the cigarette around, “So…she comes into the store today and you know I’m working my charm on her and then she rips me a new one over never giving her the time of day back in school and how I’ve always been a pig. The whole situation was ridiculous!” Taking another hit, holding the smoke in for a brief moment before slowly letting it out.

You hum in agreement, trying to keep yourself from laughing. You knew how he was in high school. You just couldn’t believe it was Boring Doris and not you to tell him off. 

He takes the cigarette from his mouth, holding it between his pointer and thumb, “and another thing, Robin was really getting on my nerves today. She just has this stupid matter-of-fact attitude which I definitely do not need. She bosses me around constantly - well I mean, I know she’s my superior, but I don’t want to be bossed around all day. I do the job just fine .” 

He laughs at himself, knowing the last thing you wanted to hear was him complaining. He glances at you, meeting your stare, the ends of his lips curving, “So how are you?” 

“The same.” You answer. He knew what you meant. It was the same answer every night. His gaze diverts as he thinks of anything to try to make you feel better. He hated seeing your quiet, hated knowing how toxic your life was.

Passing you the cigarette before laying on his back. His forearm becoming the barrier between his head and the roof. The cold, hard shingles scratching the back of his arms. 

“Do you ever wish to go back to high school?” His raspy voice fills the peaceful air.

“Kind of.” You hesitate, there was part of you that wanted the simplicity of high school but the other part of yourself didn’t want to go back to that hell hole anytime soon.

“I do. Like all the time . Before things got bad shit crazy in Hawkins.” You were puzzled by his last statement, sure Hawkins was not the best place to be but it wasn’t the craziest place on Earth. You dismiss the comment, letting it slip into the breeze that passes by.

You take another drag, emphasizing, “I think you just miss Nancy.” 

“No.” His head cocks towards you, “It’s not always about Nancy.” He tries to explain even though his tone suggests otherwise. Definitely not believing a word that just came out of his mouth. Your head whips to look at him laying down, his eyebrow rising in disbelief. 

“Ok, ok, maybe it is a little bit about Nancy.” He shakes you off, “but she was my first, I don't know, love ? I guess that would be the right word. I know you're cold-hearted but some of us want to have someone else in their lives. You know until death do us part and all that shit.” He shouts the last part into the universe, holding onto the hope that it will come true.

“I’ve loved someone before.” Exhaling the smoke through your nose, tapping the bud with your thumb to remove the tobacco hanging off the tip.

“Who, David Bowie?”

“I wish.” you scoff, taking another moment before you continue, “Some guy I knew. He was pretty cool.” The words hanging off your lips as you lie back next to him, your shoulder now touching this time. 

Still staring at you, Steve furrows his eyebrows, “Okay, who is this guy you are talking about? You have never mentioned liking any guy since we’ve been friends.” His hands expressing his emotions.

You take another hit before passing him the cigarette. You don’t say anything to further the conversation, how were you supposed to tell him that the one guy you have loved is right next to you? The one person you actually care for was sitting with you on your roof sharing a cigarette. He was clueless and you were hopeless.

“How’s Mr. Y/L/N?” He asks, turning the conversation elsewhere.

Gulping at the sudden feeling of helplessness that came sweeping over you, “Drinking himself to death downstairs.” 

“Did you guys get into it tonight? You seem a little quiet.” Steve points out, his hands now resting over his stomach.

“Not him. My mom.” Shutting your eyes, hearing the echoing of their voices in your head, “but he was there to make his opinion heard like always.” You further explain, your tone shaking as you try not to cry. 

“Arguing about the typical stuff?” He continues to inquire. He knew you were trying your best to keep it together. His fingers reach out to brush against yours. This small sign of relief helps you finally catch your breath.

“You don’t have to listen to them, Y/N.” He reassures you, his hand now fully holding yours, squeezing as he silently tells you that everything is going to be fine.

“I know.” You pause, sitting back up, your hand shaking from his grasp, “I kind of feel like I am going nowhere though.” 

“Hawkins is a dead end.” He follows you. “We should totally leave this dump behind,” his eyes beaming, “Just you, me, and the open road,” his hands extended in front of him.

“Like you would ever leave Hawkins.” You note. 

“I would if it made you happy.” His voice is low, his eyes kind as you meet his gaze. “I really would move the whole world around to make you happy.”

You could feel the tears beginning to accumulate. Did he really mean that?  His eyes move, studying your face as you both just stare at each other. Neither of you know what to say or how to move on. Steve’s comment lingering in the night sky, his lips curl upwards. 

“I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.” You whisper.

“Like what?” He tilts his head, his big eyes overfilling with some much love and tenderness that you almost don’t know what to do with yourself.

“I don’t know,” you hesitate, your finger picking at the dirt underneath your nails, “Like you could love me.” The words barely fall into a coherent sentence, barely wanting to speak the words into existence in case it messes up the one good thing you have.

“And what if I told you I do love you.” A statement, not a question. He was not asking you if you believed he loves you or not, he was telling you that he does, with every fiber in his being.

Leaning into you as your body tenses underneath his touch. He pulls your chin towards his lips as your breaths intertwine. His plump lips moving against yours, putting you into a trance as you can’t believe that Steve Harrington is kissing you.  

Pulling away every so slightly, his warm whisper still heating the area between you both, “Honestly, I think I’ve loved you since Matthew Zander’s party freshman year.” He chuckles as he leans back to get a better view of you, the huge smile engulfing his expression, “Yeah…you were wearing this god awful puffy dress and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“You’re joking.” Your face immediately goes into your hands because of the embarrassing story. 

He reaches out to you, your head lifting to meet him, “I’m not. I wouldn’t, Y/N. I have loved you for so long that at times I didn’t even believe it. I just thought it was us being friends.” His words were sweet, “But then I realized that friends don’t picture their friends naked,” and then typical Steve Harrington has to speak, winking as the deadpanned expression washes over you.

He takes a breath, looking once more at the emptiness in front of him then back to you, “Let’s say in one year, we promise to move to New York, even if we only have a dollar to our names. I am not being stuck here in Hawkins forever and neither are you.” He bumps into you.

“You promise?” Questioning his intentions, holding out your pinky finger towards him.

He chuckles over your childish gesture, latching his pinky in yours, “Yeah, I promise.”

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[theapangea]

Hi!

Can you do a lip gallagher x reader smut?

She and lip had something going on but the karen thing happend, so a few years later she comes back and they sleep together, but this time she doesnt really wants something serious.

The One That Got Away

Pairing/Characters: Lip Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Mention of parent being sick, being heartbroken, unprotected p in v, bathroom sex

A/N: This is definitely a long one but a super good one! thank u sm to anon for the request. I hope you enjoy !!!! if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. kisses for you for supporting my work!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

Masterlist

You almost forgot.

You almost forgot that the subway stop on 5th street smells predominantly of hotdogs even though there is no hotdog stand around. The way the subway putters with music from the guy asking for spare change. That the hot, stale air of the subway carts coat your whole body even though it is cold and wet just beyond the steel frame.

You almost forgot how the L’s seats are the most uncomfortable seats in the entire world as you wiggle your butt into the uncushioned plastic. That your phone starts to lose wifi signal around the bridge, music stuttering along into your ears, skipping every other word. That the train becomes less crowded when it’s raining. Your favorite time to be here.

You almost forgot how beautiful the city looks as you pass by it so quickly that all the colors begin to blend together. That so many memories dance across the windows, the faint sound of laughter mixing with the music blasting through your ear drums. That your heart is somewhere scattered into pieces at one of these stops. Thankfully not remembering which one it was as it happened too long ago. 

You damn near almost forgot everything about this city. But it keeps drawing you back in. You’ve never really been able to leave Chicago, huh?

You pull your purse strap up onto your shoulder as the train aggressively comes to a stop. The loud intercom muffling something inaudible as you step out of the train, underneath the covering of the overhead platform. The smell of day-old garbage and wet leaves fill your nostrils as your body begins to move you in the direction of The Alibi.

It’s been a long couple of days with your dad in the hospital. He’s finally home but you can’t convince yourself that it’s a good idea to stay for a couple of days. You know that your mom needs the help but having to stay any longer in Chicago will make you go crazy.

Is making you go crazy.

You just want a quick drink before, hopefully, taking the train back to your hotel and then away from Chicago tomorrow morning. 

The rain has faded into a drizzle, your hood still pulled over your wet hair. Hands tucked neatly into your jacket pockets. You push open the heavy red door. The stench of cigarettes and beer wrapping around you in a warm hug. It’s weird to be back in a place that holds so many memories. This was the place you and Lip…Lip?

And there he is in all his glory. 

The boy who shattered your fragile teenage heart so many years ago taking a quick sip of the beer in his hands. Across the bar, sitting at the counter, laughing with Kevin. 

Your head rushes as the memories start to flood in so rapidly. The bar becomes hazy, people blurring as they pass by, the music growing louder in your ears. Pulling your hood down with your right hand while the left works to fix the fly aways.

Your eyes are attempting to focus but all you can see is Lip. His hair is a little shorter now, his body more built as his biceps are barely contained beneath the material of his shirt. The way his mouth forms in a smile when Kevin says something funny. 

A buzz trickles up your body, the giddy feeling you get when you’ve had a couple drinks in you. But you haven’t had anything to drink…not yet, at least. This was the feeling you got when you and Lip were together. It was this sort of radiating energy. 

You never thought you’d feel this way again. You’re unsure if you want to feel this way now. You’ve suppressed every memory of Lip, each too painful to relive again.

But seeing him after all of these years feels hopeful. You like the buzz that you get when you’re around him. 

God he looks so good.

You feel almost stupid thinking these thoughts.

You tried so damn hard to forget about Lip. But no man ever came anywhere close. Ever made you feel so good. You couldn’t stop yourself from comparing any future boyfriend to him. Knowing Lip was always enough for you and no other man can measure up.

The sound of your name across the bar pulls you from your inner thoughts. Two pairs of eyes now on you, Kevin waving for you to come over. But your feet were bricks. You are tempted to abandon all hope and get the hell out of here.

Your gaze passes from Kevin to Lip. The instant spark. The instant attractive. The instant pain. It is everything to you. The way your body leaks in the presence of him. You’d do anything to feel the weight of him on top of you again. 

Dragging your feet along the wooden floor, wrapping your hands over your purse strap and phone to attempt to stop them from shaking as you get closer…and closer…and closer to Lip. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes engulf you. His present is greater than himself. 

Kevin’s voice breaks through the tension that surrounds you and Lip, “Beer?” He sets the bottle on the counter, the popping sound of the cap ripples through your body.

Your eyes jump to Kevin quickly until they settle on the glass bottle pushed in front of you. But you can still feel the way Lip’s eyes are digging into your skin, like glass shards. 

“So what brings you back to town? I thought you moved off to New York or somewhere grand like that.” Kevin begins, he leans on the counter with his elbows.

It is nice that he’s talking. It’d be super weird to run into Lip and not have some sort of barrier to stop the awkwardness.

Wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle, picking it up to take a sip of beer, letting the first sip of alcohol encourage you to speak. “Yeah, New York. Just some family stuff that I needed to come back for.”

“Oh, is everything okay with your mom and dad?” Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed, the tone of worry laces his words. Your dad has been coming to The Alibi long before Kevin became owner so Kevin knows your dad really well.

“Everything’s fine now. Nothing to worry about. I’ll actually be heading home tomorrow.” You state and force a smile towards him. Reassuring him that everything is alright.

A customer to your right pulls Kevin’s attention away from your conversation before he can say anything else. He hints a smile towards you before speaking some nonsense to the guy. 

Then it’s just you and Lip. Bothing babying your beers and sneaking looks from one another. The air between you both is thick. You hate how awkward it is between you and Lip now. 

Yes, he broke your heart. Yes, many hurtful words were said between the both of you. But he was your Lip. He knew everything about you. You feel stupid that you let all of it go over some other girl. 

You close your eyes, focus on your breathing and try to work up the courage to speak to him. If it wasn’t for Kevin, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You would have definitely turned on your heels and run out of this bar faster than any human can possibly run. 

Letting the liquid courage take full effect, you finally speak,  “How are you?” Your mouth suddenly dries from the simple question. Washing it quickly with another sip of beer. The cool liquid coating its way down your throat. 

You peer over to Lip. His eyes are already on you. The faint freckles that scatter across his noses are even more beautiful than remembered.

His eyes are soft as they scan your face. His demeanor is calm, his hands still wrapped delicately around the glass bottle. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. You don’t even know if there’ll be any conversation. Maybe he’s been mad at you all this time, just like you’ve been mad at him. 

But the train of thought escapes your mind as Lip’s hand swiftly wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into him. Crashing violently against his lips. The aggressive need of the taste of you. Attempting to match his rough nature. His lips move fast as he breathes you in. Needing every single ounce of you, making up for all the lost time. 

Lip draws back slightly, his mouth only centimeters away from yours. Your heavy breathes mix together as he places his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” his whisper is so soft, so innocent. Your heart swells at the vulnerability. 

Your hands make fist in the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer to you, catching his mouth in yours again. Your body’s moving closer to one another. You need him right now. You can’t wait a minute longer. Pulling away from him again, locking his eyes with yours and quickly gesturing that you take this elsewhere. 

He smirks, eyes darkening as you realize you both have the same idea. He immediately wraps your hand in his as he leads you towards the bathroom. 

Pushing the door open with his back. His hands on your waist as he pulls you with him. Forcefully shutting and locking the door before his attention is all on you. His attention is only for you.

Lip is the lion and you are the deer. Knees shaking as he stalks closer to you. Feeling so small compared to him as he lips are on you again. Sucking, biting, licking, desperately needing the taste of you over and over again. 

Grinding your hips against him, his hard cock pressed firmly behind his jeans. Both of your hands make quick work to tear each other’s clothes off. Unbuckling pants, removing shirts, the skin to skin contact is electrifying. 

Lip flips you around, your chest placed firmly against the wall. His hands slowly move along your sides, thumbs looping on the hem of your pants and underwear, pulling them violently down your legs. Sticking your bare ass against Lip’s growing member as he places wet kisses along your shoulder. 

Lip shoves one hand down his jeans to release his penis from their prison. Holding up your cheeks with his other hands, stroking his cock as he aligns it with your entrance. The clear liquid leaking between your legs as he runs his tip around your sensitive nub. Your whiny moans signaling that you can’t take being without him for much longer. You are going to burst even if he isn’t inside of you. 

Lip pushes deeply into you, roughly sinking his pulsing cock between your slick folds. Both of his hands wrap you closely like a hug as your walls expand to accommodate him. The waves of pleasure run across your skin as he pounds into your sweet bliss. 

Moans and whines filling the small bathroom. His thrust is hard and wild. Sinking your wet core deeper and deeper onto his shaft. The eagerness of having you is overwhelming for Lip. He’s so close and wants nothing more than to take you with him.

“Come for me, baby.” He groans against your ear, nibbling your earlobe. 

And it is everything you need to release yourself onto his cock. Standing on your tiptoes as your body violently shakes in his arms. His thrust becomes messier as you release yourself on to him, the act sending him over the edge after you, filling your little pussy with his warm liquid. 

The air is hot as he pulls out of you. Grabbing a couple of paper towels from the dispenser to clean himself and you up. Your core is sensitive as the rough material glides against it. Your ass is still in full display for Lip before reaching down to pick your undies and pants off the floor. 

Lip leans against the bathroom wall mirroring your movements of getting his pants back on as you make your way over to the sink. Splashing some water on your face before looking at yourself in the mirror. You can barely recognize the girl in front of you. The overwhelming feeling of want for Lip pushed away the feelings of pain. But only briefly as they finally start to settle in again. 

Lip scratches the back of his neck, his eyes dropping onto the ground. Your name hanging gently on the tip of his tongue, “God, I didn’t realize things were so bad with your parents. I would’ve helped out if I’d known.”

Lip was really close to your dad when you were both younger. Your dad acting like more of a father to him than Frank ever did. You know it’s true, if Lip knew your dad was sick. He’d drop everything to help out.

And you loved Lip for that.

But it isn’t his problem. Especially now, especially after what happened between the two of you.

“It’s not your problem, Lip.” You say, looking down into the sink in front of you. You didn’t really feel like talking about it, especially to him.

You wipe your hands and face with a paper towel. Tossing the paper into the trash before reaching for the door handle, “I should go.”

“You’re leaving?” Lip reaches out to grab your wrist. His fingers wrapping tightly around you.

Your eyes shift downwards as you don't know exactly what to say. Maybe saying nothing will hurt less. But are you trying to convince him or you?

Pulling away from his grip, exiting the bathroom. Saying a quick goodbye to Kevin as you walk out the main entrance. It is all behind you now. You got the sex out of the way so there’s nothing more to be said or done.

But just like before, you could never shake Lip as a shadow. You feel his presence walking quickly behind you. He follows you around like some puppy who needs a home. You chose to try to ignore him and make your way back to the train station. Maybe he will get tired of following you and just leave you alone once and for all.

“Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Lip asks, his voice lower as he is behind you.

You stop immediately once you get to the top of the train platform. Taking a deep breath as you turn around on your heels. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lip.”

“Why?” 

God, as smart as Lip is. He can be so stupid sometimes.

“Because we aren’t friends anymore. I didn’t come back here for you. And if it wasn’t for my parents then I wouldn’t even be here. I hate Chicago. I hate it because of you. So just act like I wasn’t here, please.” Your voice was so harsh at first, finishing your monologue with barely a whisper. Pleading for him to let you go. 

But Lip is so quick with a response, “But why do you hate me? What the fuck did I do to you that we just stopped being friends.”

“You’re really going to act dumb?” You scoff. “Fucking Karen, dude. Once you started fucking her, you just left me. I was nothing to you. And you were everything to me. And I thought I got over you, this hatred, this pain. But fuck, Lip. You just can’t talk to me like that never happened.”

“I was a kid. I was fucking stupid.”

“And Karen?”

“Something happened to her.” His eyes shift down. The sharp pain in your heart grows.

“Do you still love her?”

“Maybe.”

“Then this will never happen.” Your hand motions between you and Lip.

“I want to give it a chance again. If you’d let me.” He reaches out to grab your fingers. Linking them with his with yours, pulling you towards him.

But you stand firm in your footing. He had you so many years ago. Could have probably had you a couple minutes ago. But now that reality has set in again. Knowing he still loves Karen, knowing he will never love you as much as he loves her. 

Now absolutely knowing this information has torn you. Lip has broken your heart once more. And you can’t even blame him as you were the one who decided to sleep with him. 

Stuttering as you attempt to get the words out, the tears slipping down your cheeks, “I loved you Lip. I still love you. You know that, right? I always did and probably always will. God knows I was never good at letting things…or people…go.” Licking your lips to break as you stop yourself from fully breaking down. “I can’t let you do this to me, Lip. I won’t.”

The train pulls in behind you. The gush of the hot air blowing your hair. Taking a deep breath as you and Lip both stand there, red-eyed and drained. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you turn to board the train. 

Turning back to stare at Lip. The steel doors closing between the both of you. The plastic window allows you both to still see the other one last time before the train guts into motion. You instantly grip the metal pole to keep standing as the image of Lip fades into the past, just like every other memory of him. 

But to Lip, you are the fire that lights in his belly. And as much as it pains him to admit, you were the one that got away, he was just too stupid to realize it back then.

~~~

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[theapangea]

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OMG YES!! lmk if you have any specific requests for the fic or i can definitely make it up!! 🖤🖤

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[theapangea]

Bruised

Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V

Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse

A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3

You are in a daze.

Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull. 

The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going. 

Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in. 

Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.

Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her. 

Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises. 

And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.

The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.

But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.

Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.

Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.

The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight. 

Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.

Gilmore Street…that’s where you live. 

Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?

But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened. 

Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction. 

Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem. 

Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.

Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...

A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together. 

It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.

“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.

“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?

“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you. 

Your soft voice speaks his name.

Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches. 

Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.

“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”

Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."

“He got out?” 

“From where?” Debbie asks.

Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.

“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.

The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.

“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.

“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.

And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.

He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.

Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.

~~~

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[theapangea]

Think You Can Handle It?

Characters/ Pairings: Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are about to touch Lip Gallagher’s dick, maybe there really is a God.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!!, hand job, blow job, swallowing, unprotected p in v, choking, hair pulling, gagging, female and male receiving, rough sex

A/N: I was blushing the WHOLE time I was writing this so that’s your warning lol. Hope you like it you little pervs ;)) I am trying to get better at writing smut so pls be nice! All mistakes are mine.

It wasn’t unusual for you to aimlessly walk into the Gallagher house. There were people always coming and going so they rarely locked the front door. And even when it is locked, like this time, the backdoor is kept open. 

The house is quiet when you open the door, a weird phenomenon that only happens once in a blue moon. Looking around through the entry ways to see if anyone is in the living room before making your way up the stairs. You can hear the hum of music from the far end of the hallway. A smile creeps onto your face as the Gallagher you are here to see is the only one home.

Lucky you.

Opening the door to the boys’ room, his head lifting from his textbook to see your cheeky smile staring back at him.

“What are you doing here?” Lip’s monotone voice echoes from the top bunk, a small hit to your ego.

“I’m borrreddd,” you whine, elongating the words. “So I’m here to bother you.” Your fingers graze along the wooden ladder as your other hand pushes the door shut. The locking sound clicks through the room. 

“Well don’t. ’ve got homework to do.” The annoyance in his voice is radiating.

Ignoring his command to leave as you are here for one thing and Phillip Gallagher is the only person that can help you out. Your eyes follow the dozens of posters that line the walls, head bobbing slightly to the music that fills the room, fingers trail against any object they can touch. 

Lip follows your every movement as you make a half circle around the room, only to disappear under his bed, just out of sight. Which, quite frankly, annoys the shit out of him. 

Sighing as he climbs down his bunk. “Can you stop snooping?” His chest lightly hits your back as his fingers graze yours, yanking the action figure that you held in your hand. 

His tone is soul crushing but his touch is euphoric, wishing it lingered just a bit longer. And as fast as he touched you, the faster he disappeared, tossing the toy in some unknown direction. 

Your mouth opens as you plan to say some snarky comment that will most likely make him laugh but when you turn around the only thing you can notice is his shirtless figure standing right in front of you- the messy bed head, the sleepy smile, the sheer fabric of his blue boxers, standing in between your eyesight and his cock. And boy was there something big begging to get out of those tight little shorts.

Definitely makes a girl have wild thoughts. And did those thoughts not want to be kept in.

Licking your dry lips as you tilt your head to the side, “You look like you have a big dick.”

He laughs, clearly caught off guard by your statement, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” It’s almost as though your tiny comment gives him some sort of ego boost as he stands straighter, puffing his chest out, the tent in his boxers growing more.

“That’s why I said something, dummy.” One of the few nicknames you have for him, rolling your eyes, “Look I know we’re supposed to hate each other and all but I have to admit that I find you really hot.” You’re unable to hold any sort of eye contact with him, shifting between his crotch area and a poster behind him. 

His eyes darken as he listens to your confession, “Wow I’m flattered,” The cockiness in his voice is thick, “You wouldn’t be able to handle me anyways,” winking at you.

The arrogance in his tone sends a shiver down your shine, a wet spot starting to form in your core. The comment really sends your dirty thoughts into overdrive, “So it is big huh?” Crossing your arms, having to physically stop yourself from showing any kind of enjoyment from this conversation.

“I don’t really like to toot my own horn, sweetheart.” One of the few nicknames he has for you, rolling your eyes as a quick response.

But you couldn’t help yourself but wonder if he was being honest or not. If The Lip Gallagher actually had a big dick or if it was just something all the girls were lying about. But they couldn’t all be lying, right?

“So can I see it?” You ask innocently, your gaze following along his silhouette.

He ponders the question for a second, contemplating the pros and cons of what could happen if you see his dick. In this case, the pros heavily outweigh the cons. Shrugging his shoulders before hooking his thumbs underneath the hem of his boxers and pulling them to the ground. His cock graciously bouncing in all of its glory as he stands back up.

Eyes wide as his member stands proud and tall right in front of you. The soft skin, pink head, pulsing veins, glistening wet pre-cum leaking from the slit makes it hard for you to look away. Definitely bigger than you thought it was going to be, not that you would admit that you pictured it one too many times. 

“Is it what you expected?” He questions, snapping you back to reality. Though you did miss thinking about how nice it would feel deep inside of you.

“I’d say better.” You barely get the sentence out as it bops slightly up and down.

The tension in the small room is thick and growing. You both stand there, not saying a word, not breaking eye contact unless it’s you sneaking another peek at his throbbing cock. 

“Can I touch it?” You speak softly, your voice barely audible above the music.

“Are you ready for that, princess?” Yet another nickname but instead of being annoyed, it was actually turning you on. The itching feeling between your legs is spreading through your body, shifting weight from one foot to another, anything to suppress the feeling for just a split second.

Nodding your head in response, your eyes big and doe-like. A quick nod from him signaling for you to approach. You can barely move at first, your legs locking from the heat growing in your core. 

You are about to touch Lip Gallagher’s dick, maybe there really is a God.

Taking a couple of short steps to close the distance between the two of you. The hot air of your breaths mixing together as you stare into his piercing blue eyes. Shaking slightly as your fingers graze the delicate top skin, wrapping the rest of your hand around his shaft. A short gasp spills from Lip’s mouth as you begin to stroke the silky skin from the base to the tip, squeezing gentling as you push back down his length. Feeling it grow against your palm, not believing that it can actually get any bigger.

Lip watches as you stroke his erection, barely able to speak. He’s had many handjobs in his years but something about how delicate you are being with him, the hints of innocence and curiosity as you hold his member in your hands. Something that is turning him on more than anything else in his whole life.

“So do you think you can handle it?” He asks as you lift your head, inches away from his face.

Choking on your words, “I'll definitely try.” 

Chuckling at your response before placing his rough hands on your cheeks, pulling you in for a kiss, the hint of cheap beer and cigarettes fill your senses. Hand gripping tighter around his cock while Lip deepens the kiss. The soft moans vibrate against your lips as your hand starts to pump again, following your movement with his hips. 

His hands travels to the base of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair while tugging at your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to be let in, the taste of beer only intensifies when his tongue dances with yours. His right hand moves down to the small of your back, pulling you towards him, your body’s needing to be close to each other. 

His lips only leaving yours as he sits down on the edge of the bed by the window, his left hand still tangled in your hair as he pulls you down to kneel in front of him, the rough carpet digging into your knees. Using his free hand to pump his aching cock, holding it straight between his thumb and middle finger as your head dips down, lips hovering over the soft pink tip. Fingers digging into his skin as they drag along his thighs, body thrusting up begging for you to finally wrap your lips around his length. Finally allowing him to release the built up tension.

Centimeters above his dick, the taste of pre-cum practically already on your tongue. Your spit falls from your mouth, hitting his raw tip as you use it to lubricate the rest of the shaft. 

Wrapping your lips around his manhood, flattening your tongue so it lays flat against the sensitive skin on the bottom, sending his body into ecstasy.

A sharp breath inhales from Lip as he stares intensely at your actions. Hands immediately release from you to grip the bed sheet, needing some form of stability as you begin to take his shaft fully into your mouth, only about half way before it becomes too much. Using one of your hands to help cater to the rest of the length that you couldn’t fit, squeezing, pulling, twisting the base as your head bobs faster on his cock. The pretty moans escaping Lip’s mouth as you suck him off.

Moving all of your hair to one side so he can get a better look at you giving him a blow job, “Fuck,” is the only thing he can manage to get out as he buckles his hips underneath you, your mouth pushing him into bliss.

Forcing yourself down more against his length, gagging as you try to take more and more down your throat. The scene increasingly becomes messier as saliva is spilling from your mouth, coating his cock in the liquid. His hands immediately pushing down on the back of your head, his hips thrusting upwards, moving back and forth slightly as you gag against him. His dominant demeanor overflows the pool that leaks through your panties. 

With one final thrust, holding a second longer in your throat before releasing you. A much needed breath filling your lungs as you wipe the remaining saliva from your chin, mouth sore from his size. His hands instantly on your face again, his thumbs wiping away the tears that have steamed down your cheeks. His eyes are softer now, concern written all over his face as he examines you.

A small smile peaks through the messy strands of hair that fall in front of your face as you continue to catch your breath. His laugh rings in your ears as he realizes you are fine. Grabbing your hand, tugging light, signaling for you to stand back up with him. Once on your feet, his hands start to roam your body, pulling your old shirt over your head, exposing your bare breast to the warm, still air. 

Wrapping his arms around your waist, turning your bodies around with your back to the bed, lowering you down gently, his lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. Sucking hard against your collarbone, purple bruises surfacing. 

Arching as he continues his trail down your chest, catching your nipple in his mouth. Licking, nibbling at your delicate skin, moaning in satisfaction. The trail of kisses as he moves to your other breast, using his free hand to massage the one he’s not attending too. 

Sliding his hands down your sides, goosebumps surface from where he once was. Hooking his fingers in your shorts, pulling them and your panties off of your legs, helping him in the process. Rough hands stroking against your bare legs, bringing them up above his head so that your naked core is exposed. 

The dirty smirk and dark eyes weigh on his face. Breath heavy as you can feel your wetness seep out of you. 

Digging his fingers into your fragile skin as they grip the back of your knees, bending your legs and pushing them closer to your chest, holding you in a submission position. His gray blue eyes fixated on yours while he places a small kiss on your tender clit. The small action making your wiggle under his grasp, the whine dancing around the room. A smile residing on his face from sheer satisfaction. 

Catching your sensitive nub in his mouth, humming against your clit as your body jolts towards him. Sucking and licking your raw center as you grind against his tongue. Your breath skips as he continues. 

Whimpering when he stops, placing small kisses down your folds until he gets to your entrance, sticking his tongue in to get a better taste. Mouth hooking onto your folds as his tongue tries to move deeper into your dripping core. His nose settles against your delicate clit, sending a shooting electricity through your body. Fingers tangling in his blonde locks as you hold him in place as he brushes against your sweet spot.

The overwhelming sensation builds through your body, pumping your blood with sin as his cold tongue mixes with your juices. Arching your back, eyes closed as he continues on his feast. Your moans floating around the room as he eats your pussy, rough lips, cold tongue pushing you so close to the edge. Your thoughts on Lip, his dreaming smile, hard dick, heat growing in your core as he continues to hit your sensitive spot. Enjoying your delicious juices as you ride his face. Body jolting, legs buckling as he helps you over the edge into heaven, your mind cloudy as you cum all over his tongue. Lip licking the remaining juices that have spilled down your butt.

The smirk resides on his face as he knows he did a good job. Standing as one of his hands is still holding onto the back of your thigh and the other is situating his dick to the entrance of your core. His tip turns more red as he grazes lightly between your folds. Your moans mixing as the pain of him not being inside of you becomes too much to handle.

“Put it in already,” You plead, grabbing the back of his legs, hoping that would make it accidentally slip in. 

“Needy baby.”

The two little words could have made you cum again right then and there but before you could even process what was going on, his length suddenly shot into you, pushing forcefully through your entrance.

“Fuck -” he moans, “You are so fucking tight.” The buzz of pleasure overcoming the both of you. Pushing deeper inside of your folds, feeling the head going further and further into your pussy.

His left hand abandoning your thigh to let both of your legs rest upon his shoulders, taking his hand to your neck, the purple bruises from his kisses finally appearing, wrapping his fingers around your throat, squeezing the sides gently as he increases his speed. The heat rises as he continues pumping, toes curling, back arching as he fucks you. 

Your center continues to leak, lubricating his dick and dripping around his balls that slam into you. Leaning closer to you, your legs the only thing stopping the two of you being chest to chest. Catching your lips in a passionate, wet kiss. Wrapping his arms around your head, bringing you closer to him. Slamming away into your tight core, expanding the entrance over and over again.

His aching cock flexing inside of your walls, building pressure as he continues his movement, holding you extremely close, never wanting to let you go. His name falls out of your mouth as he pounds aggressively into you. 

Toes curling, leg shaking, buckling under the pier ecstasy as his rhythm is pushing you more and more towards the edge. The dam is about to break and you are unable to hold it back any longer. The wave of emotion as you cum on his dick. 

“Fuck,” his thrust becomes increasingly messier, “‘m gonna cum baby. Shallow?”

The tiny moan of confirmation was all you could get out. 

One final thrust before he quickly pulls out and steps back to allow you to drop to your knees, smashing them roughly into the carpet. Wrapping your lips around his swollen cock, sucking as the delicious, hot liquid coats your mouth and throat. Deep throating as much of his cock as you can, his hand tousled in your hair, holding you down. 

The sound of you choking on his cock and his euphoric moans fill the tiny room. Pulling back as you catch your breath, wiping the spit and semen from the corner of your mouth. 

Smiling widely up at Lip, “Told you I could handle it.”

~~~

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so i had a dream about Jeremy Allen White specifically Carmy from The Bear. So basically i was waking around asking people if I look good type of thing and I get to Carmy who is ofc like doing his chef stuff. So I ask him if Im pretty/ do I look good. and at first hes a little mad and then he looks over at me and like get a hint of a smile crossed his face and he’s like “Yeah”. AHHHH. So like jello knees bc he’s looking at me. And then a little bit later i’m in the restaurant like in the back looking for tape bc im mailing smth (idk what i was doing) and some lady (not from the show just some random lady) gets mad that im back there and basically grabs my hand and starts to pull me out of the restaurant. Until Carmy like sees me and smiles and we exchange some words about why im there. And he’s like good and pulls me into his office and idk just his look and stare ughhh

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Hanging on the Telephone

Lip Gallagher x innocent!reader

Part of the Every Little Touch Series

Summary: Phone sex with Lip Gallagher

W/C: 2k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Male and female masturbation

A/N: I know I've been MIA but here is a little Lip smut for making you wait so long you little pervs ;). This was a fun one to write and maybe there will be a part two to this story! This is part of my Every Little Touch Series with Lip x innocent!reader. My requests is currently closed but when it does open please feel free to suggest any ideas you have for this story or another one. Love you cuties!! <3

Finally you murmur, shuffling your snow covered boots through the carpeted floor. Struggling to strip your coat and shoes off at the same time. Trying to work quickly as the stale air of the house makes you start to sweat under your several layers.

Eyes sleepy, heavy, ready to collapse onto themselves as the coat and boots are soon forgotten about, taking the last several steps to your bed before plopping face first into the mattress. The plush blanket muffling your scream as you release all the built up stress from the stupid little day you are having. Though the scream seems not to be working.

Rolling over onto your back, arms laying delicately over your mid section. Eyes fixated on the ceiling, the weight on your shoulders grows heavy as the strain builds behind your eyes making it tougher to breathe. Cursing silently at your stupid, sad, pathetic fucking life. A small stream of tears trickle down your temples, squeezing your eyes sharply together, wishing everything and everyone away. 

Just need a little peace.

Just need a little release.

Taking a deep, slow breath as you let your mind wander. Rubbing your thighs together, the buzzing runs through your thoughts, suddenly landing on Lip. His causoled fingers running down your delicate skin. Absentmindedly touching the same spots he did while you continue to let your mind run wild. 

Breath hitches as your fingers grace the lining of your jeans. Arching your back as you imagine Lip placing small kisses down the side of your neck, a trail of wet warmth and deep bruising. Not really thinking much into what you are actually doing. But you missed his touch, even if you have only felt it once. Missed the way he made you feel, wanting to feel that way every single day of your life. Desperately wanting to feel that release again, wanting him to send you over the edge. 

The vibrating in your back pocket makes you jump from your skin. Almost as if someone has caught you in the act of thinking about the shared moment with Lip and what that would ultimately lead to. 

Lifting your hips in the air, your toes digging into the carpet as your hand struggles to grip the small device from the bottom of your pocket. The vibration is still buzzing, sending a quivering through your body. Finally pulling the device free, flipping the phone open to see Lip’s name displayed on the small screen and behind it a blurry picture you took of him on last year’s school trip to Cloud Gate (the big shiny bean in Chicago).

Instantly pushing the answer button and placing the phone to your ear. A half-whisper greeting escapes you as you wiggle your way to the top of your bed. Feeling a little embarrassed to be talking to Lip after you almost let yourself get off on the thought of him.

“Whatcha doing?’ Lip questions from the other end, you can hear the brush of smoke that hits the receiver.

“Currently,” Pausing for dramatic effect, “Succumbing to my self loathing, waiting for the universe to end it all.” You force out a life to make light of the situation.

His low chuckle as a response sends a shiver through your body, igniting the fire that grows between your legs. 

A smile lamenting itself firming onto your face. Lip has that effect on you, making this life feel a little less lonely. “And what might the famous Lip Gallagher be doing right now?” You ask, picking at the dirt underneath your nails. 

“Ya’know, just been thinking.”

“About what?” You inquire, hoping you already know the answer.

Stuttering over his words as he tries to form them into sentences, feeling a bump in his throat as he doesn’t know exactly how to say it, “Ab-about the other d-day…about you.”

Heat rises immediately to your cheeks, a full breath filling your lungs until they burn. A huge smile engulfing your features as you silently giggle to yourself. Happy beyond belief that he was thinking about you. 

“Yeah?” Is all you can muster to say as the air has fully exited your chest, leaving you laying there, basking in the bliss.

Carding a hand through his messy hair as he takes another drag of his cigarette. Lip’s body sprawled out over his bed as his voice hitches, “Can’t stop thinking about it.”

The words are music to your ears as you happily tap your feets against the soft comforter. He’s been thinking about you, thinking about what you both did together and he’s talking to you about it. 

“Have you been thinking about it?” He speaks softly into the phone, finally realizing that you have been silent a little too long.

“Maybe…” You’re a little embarrassed to admit it. Not because you didn’t want it to happen or that you are embarrassed of Lip in any way. You’ve just never been comfortable talking about any form of sex or pleasure before, especially talking about it with someone else. 

Another puff of smoke hits the receiver as you can hear Lip shift on the other end, “Any particular part?” He hums.

You’re hesitant at first, doing this stuff in person is one thing but having to talk about it is a whole other beast you’d never thought you’d have to overcome. But you want to talk about it with Lip, he makes you feel comfortable and wanted. He makes this experience way less scary than you had originally thought.

“Your hands,” You finally confess, the heat rising rapidly to your cheeks as you pull your legs to your chest, doing anything to hide.

He purrs against the receiver. “Where? Deep inside of you?”

“Lip.” You whine, embarrassed that he just said that out loud. He speaks about this stuff so plainly and bluntly that you almost don’t know how to act. Almost as if he gets a kick out of seeing you embarrassed.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about.” The words are heaven, laced in pure silk running perfectly over your body as the thought of Lip thinking about the way you felt under his grasp, the way his fingers curled expertly inside of you, the way you tasted, all innocent and pure. He can’t help not thinking about the way you relaxed under his touch and how he desperately wants to do it again. “Do you still feel that itch?”

The heat has not subsided yet from your cheeks as he keeps talking about it and you have to admit that the itch has truly never gone away. It was just in a deep little part of your brain, eagerly waiting for Lip to let it out. 

You hum as you stretch your legs out in front of you, squeezing your thighs together again.

“Like right now?”

Especially now.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” He questions. 

You huff, “I’m not really sure what to do.” You have to admit out loud which seems so silly at the moment. 

“It’s okay,” his tone is subtle, “‘member what I showed you?” 

Closing your eyes as his words whisper your mind into the amazing memory that you two share together. You could swear that you are currently there now, wrapped in Lip’s arms as he rubs your core into ecstasy. 

You hum against the phone, your tone is whiny as your other hand grabs at the rough fabric of your jeans. 

“Just touch yourself like that, tell me what you’re doing, how you’re feeling.” His voice calms you down.

Shaking your head as you murmur over the line, “Ok.”

Stumbling over your words as you struggle to take off your jeans while laying in bed, “I-I’m taking off m-my je-jeans…come on.” You angrily whisper to your jeans as you push them off.

Lip laughs on the other end at your struggle, able to picture you perfectly as the sounds of muffling come over the receiver. 

“I’m in my panties now.” You say to him.

He laughs again, this time more from the chest.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You whine, “I’m new to this.”

“Do you want me to talk instead?” He suggests.

“Yes, please,” You breathe a sigh of relief. Blessing that you won’t embarrass yourself any further. 

“One sec then,” Lip says before the phone goes silent. Jumping up quickly to rip off his shirt and jeans before grabbing the phone again, relaxing into the mattress. Lip’s hand is instantly on his cock when he gets back on the phone with you. “Ready.” He’s barely able to get out his words as his touch sends electricity through his body.

The pre-cum dripping slightly from his pulsing tip onto his stomach. He doesn't know how long he will last, his imagination has been getting him through the days, desperately wanting to touch every part of you, know every single detail.

You lightly breath out the word yeah, biting your lip in anticipation of what's to come next. 

“Slip your hand under your panties.” His almost demanding tone falls delicately on your ears. 

Your hand slips underneath your white, cotton panties. Fingers trailing over your mound, hesitant to touch too close to your burning center. A single whimper escapes you as you stop just short on meeting your needs.

“Good girl. Now touch that pretty little clit of yours for me.” Lip’s voice is paradise, guiding you on this journey of self-discovery. Begging, pleading for you to just slip your finger between your folds. 

The electric jolt of pleasure bursts through your body as your middle finger grazes over your sensitive nub. You whine heavily into the phone. Lip returns with a groan of his own, happily pleasuring himself, your whimpers are addicting as he strokes his aching cock. 

“How does it feel?” He purrs.

“Amazing.” Your chest falls as you sink a finger deeper between your folds, delicately teasing your entrance like Lip did before. Imagining that it’s his finger dipping graciously into your burning core. 

“But not as good as when I do it?” He questions, his words teasing you.

“Definitely not.” Grinding against your fingers, the confidence begins to trickle in as you try to talk dirty to him, “I wish it was you…touching me, your fingers deep inside of me.” Curling a finger into your dripping hole, struggling to accommodate your own finger this time. 

Adding more pressure to his grip as Lip’s hand falls down his length. Buckling his hips as he groans when you call his name, knowing that your holes are filled because of him. 

Lip’s name whispers from your mouth, between moans, whimper after whimper as he tells you to pick up speed, pumping your fingers deeper inside of your burning core. Back arching, fingers losing rhythm as you gasp one final time. White, hot flames filling your bloodstream as you scream Lip’s name into your empty room, cumming intensely onto your soaked fingers.

Lip follows you as he pumps faster and more rapidly as you say you’re picking up speed, face contorting into pure pleasure as one last pump sends him over the edge. The perfect white liquid shooting from his cock, landing onto his stomach. Stroking a couple more times as his breathes even out and a small laugh departs his lips

Your chest is heavy when the world starts to fall into place again. Cumming with you was absolutely the best sexual experience Lip has ever had.

The phone is quiet for a couple beats, neither of you knowing what to say or how to continue. 

And before either of you can continue a conversation, banging on the door from Lip’s end pulls you back to reality, “Lip, you're wastin’ all the minutes.” Fiona loudly calls from the other side of his locked door.

“Shit,” Lip curses from the other end, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, ‘kay?” 

He hangs up with a quick goodbye.

And then it was reality staring you right in the face when you realized that you’d have to face Lip at school tomorrow. Fuck. 

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Black and Blue

Fandom: Shameless (US)

Characters: Lip Gallagher x Female Reader, Veronica, Fiona, Ian, Carl, Steve

Summary: reader turns up at the Gallaghers house freezing and broken

Warnings: mentions physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, medical talk

Inspired by Bruised by @theapangea

Minors DNI

You ran, no idea where you were going, no time to grab a jacket, just running through the snowy night in nothing but your tank and underwear. You could barely focus, running and stumbling and running more, trying not to slip on the ice underfoot. Your feet were numb by the time you found yourself outside the Gallagher house, and the adrenaline that had got you there worn off. You gave two knocks, hoping they were loud enough, before slumping against the doorframe and willing the cold to take you over.

Inside the Gallagher house, Ian was watching a movie with Carl when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey Carl, did you hear that?” Ian asked his younger brother. Carl just shrugged.

“Hear what?” Ian frowned.

“I’m just gonna check the door, make sure nobody’s out there.” He reasoned, pausing the movie. He got up and opened the door to the empty street.

“Must’ve been the wind…” he muttered, before stepping back to close the door. Ian paled at the sight of you, covered in cuts and bruises, freezing to death in your underwear on the porch. “FIONA!” He shouted back into the house. There was a thundering on the stairs.

“What the fuck, Ian? I’m trying to…” Fiona’s voice trailed off. “Bring her inside.” Ian didn’t move. “Now, Ian!” Fiona shouted at him. The middle Gallagher bent down to pick you up, and you instinctively cowered away from him.

“Fi…” Fiona has already seen, and grabbed the thick blanket from the couch. She crouched beside you.

“Hi…” She said softly “look, I don’t know what’s happened, but what I do know is that you showed up at my house and if we don’t bring you inside you’re going to freeze to death. So, what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna wrap you in this blanket and Ian is going to bring you inside. He’s not going to touch you, just the blanket. Is that ok?” You nod slowly, barely hearing her as your brain was catching up with the events of the night. Fiona draped the blanket over you, and then there was an arm behind your back and another under your knees. Ian picked you up with ease and brought you inside the house, the warmth prickling against your skin.

“Carl, go next door and get V, tell her to bring her med kit.” Fiona barked, turning off the TV and clearing a spot on the sofa.

“Hey! I was watching that!” Carl protested.

“Bigger problems, Carl! You can watch the movie another time.” You barely registered this conversation as Ian gently put you down. Steve had appeared on the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.

“Ian, go and grab some of Lip’s clothes, sweats and a hoodie. Steve, I can see you on the stairs. Go put the kettle on the stove. Carl, V’s house, now. Everyone move!” The boys all went to do their respective jobs, Ian heading up the stairs, Carl grabbing his coat and Steve going to the kitchen. Fiona crouched down in front of you.

“It’s going to be ok, we’re gonna get you cleaned up and taken care of.” You nodded, still unable to process words to leave your mouth. Ian was the first back to the front room, clothes in hand. He put them on the arm of the couch so they were in easy reach, then went to the kitchen to “help” Steve. It was only another minute before Veronica entered the house.

“Ok, which Gallagher needs my help now, Fi?” Fiona stood up to greet her best friend.

“Not a Gallagher.” She sighed, leading V into the room. V saw you and immediately swore.

“Holy shit, Fiona! What the fuck happened here?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona said. “She’s a friend of Lip’s, showed up at the door a couple minutes ago and hasn’t said a word. She can hear and she’s reacting, fucking jumped out her skin when Ian tried to bring her inside, but I think she’s probably hypothermic.”

“Where d’she live?” Veronica asked, putting down her bag.

“117th.” Fiona supplied, running a hand through her hair.

“Fi, that’s a half hour walk from here.” V said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“In panties and a blanket?” Fiona bit her lip.

“Blanket’s ours.” Veronica swore again.

“That’s worse than I thought. I need a tub of warm water NOT HOT and some clean towels. Think you can get that for me?” Fiona nodded and went to get what was required. “Don’t you worry, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” Veronica said to you. You didn’t respond.

Lip had been having a rough couple days, and had gone out for a few beers at the Alibi. He’d had a fight with his best friend about he didn’t even know what, but he knew it ended in her telling him to go fuck himself. He climbed the back stairs and opened the door into the kitchen, where he was greeted by Steve waiting for the kettle to whistle, Ian filling a plastic tub with water, and an air of intensity filling the house.

“What’s uh, what’s going on, guys?” Lip asked. Nobody responded. He moved further into the house and saw you sat on the sofa, Veronica in front of you, gently massaging your hands.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Lip asked, his voice low.

“Lip…” Fiona warned.

“What the FUCK is she doing here?!” Lip shouted. You flinched, pulling away from Veronica and curling yourself protectively into a ball.

“Phillip Gallagher!” Lip stopped. Fiona only called him Phillip in court. It was only then that he actually looked around. You were balled up on the couch with Veronica and a medical bag in front of you, Fiona had her phone in her hand with 911 already typed in, just then Steve came in with a steaming mug of tea, Ian following behind with a tub of water. Then he looked at you properly. The skin that wasn’t bruised or bloody was pale, your lips practically blue, and you were in your underwear. As he put the pieces together he wordlessly removed his boots and jacket, no longer caring about your fight, and sat on the couch.

“Hey, Bug,” Lip said gently “let’s get you nice and warm.” He pulled you in front of him, pressing his chest to your back in order to share his body heat. He coaxed your legs out, to allow Veronica to pour warm water over them, when he noticed something.

“V, stop a second.” He said

“Lip, time is of the essence here.” She replied

“I get that but just stop and look. She’s had sex tonight.”

“Are you really thinking about your dick right now, Gallagher?” Veronica was getting annoyed.

“Veronica!” He watched as the realisation slowly dawned on her.

“Fiona!” Veronica shouted. Fiona came into the room, phone pressed against her ear

“…yeah, she just turned up at my door, not said a thing and she’s fucking black and blue, Tony.” She put the receiver to her shoulder. “What?”

“Who was it, Bug?” Lip was asking. “Your brothers? Guys from school? Guys from a club?” You shook your head no on each of those. “Your dad?” You stilled, breathing becoming shallow. “Motherfucker… I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Lip clenched his teeth. He turned to Fiona.

“Her dad.” He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger then put his other forefinger through. Fiona’s face immediately set into anger and she put the phone back to her ear.

“Tony, you gotta go now…. Assault, yeah… physical… and sexual… if you don’t, I think Lip will and he can’t go to juvie… yeah, 117th, we’ve got her, just get him.” She clicked the phone off. “Tony’s on his way to find her dad-“

“I’ll go with him.” Lip interrupted, sitting up away from you slightly.

“Lip, I’m not having you in juvie. None of my kids have gone to prison and you’re not being the first. Plus… you’re the only person she’ll willingly let touch her, she wouldn’t even let Ian and we all know he’s not exactly a threat.” Fiona sighed. “You gotta stay here.”

“No, I gotta go and kill the bastard-“ As Lip spoke he moved himself from behind you towards Fiona. There was a rush of cool air as you felt his body heat leave you, and it was all just too much. You suddenly felt everything at once, and started sobbing. The room stopped. It was the most noise you had made since you turned up.

“She needs you here, Lip.” Fiona stated. Lip nodded mutely and sat back down. He put his arms around you, his chest once again pressed to your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Shhhh, it’s ok, Bug. Everything is going to be ok. I’m here, you’re safe.” He soothed. You were shivering violently as the warmth was finally penetrating your skin. “Fi, can you go grab some clothes from my room?”

“One step ahead of ya.” Fiona pointed to the clothes on the couch. Lip nodded his thanks, and held out his hand to Veronica. She handed him a damp washcloth.

“Veronica and I are gonna clean you up, if that’s ok? Then we can get you dressed and warm. You’re staying here for now, you’re not going home.” You nodded your consent and Lip slowly started rubbing the washcloth over your skin. “Can we get her in the bath?” Lip asked Veronica “Would that be better?”

“I barely got her in the house.” Ian chimed in “but you’re welcome to try and get her upstairs.”

“A bath would be better…” Veronica thought aloud “is there hot water?” She looked to Ian and he nodded. “Go run a bath, again, warm not hot.” Ian nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

“We can get her in the bath and clean this blood and… other stuff off while she warms up, see what the situation is, patch her up.” He didn’t want to think about what had happened, if he did he was going to prison, so he focused on helping you instead. After a few minutes, you had calmed to the point of sniffling and Ian came downstairs “Bath’s ready.” Lip nodded

“You ready?” He asked you. “Can you walk or shall I pick you up?” You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Ok, I’ll take you.” He kissed your temple softly, then slid an arm under your knees.

Lip didn’t bother undressing you, not that he could have with the blood sticking to your tank, he just lowered you into the water. He pulled his own shirt off so as not to get it wet, and grabbed the plastic cup from the windowsill. He stayed quiet as he poured cupfuls of water over your shoulders, occasionally pulling at your shirt to loosen the fabric from your skin. The once clear water was a pale pink by the time Lip put the cup down. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked. You hesitated. “I’m just gonna clean you up, check out your injuries.” You nodded, closing your eyes. He carefully lifted your shirt, pulling the back up over your head and then down your arms. He didn’t react to the gash across your back, or boot print on your kidney, he just picked up a washcloth and ran it gently over your skin.

“Can I wash the blood out of your hair?” He asked quietly. You nodded again, allowing Lip to wet and shampoo your hair, his strong fingers gently working the blood from your scalp. He tipped your head back to rinse the suds, the bath water tingeing a deeper shade of pink. Once your hair had been rinsed Lip stood up “I’ll just be a sec, ok?” He said gently “V, can you keep an eye?” Veronica nodded and headed into the bathroom, looking at the various injuries that he littering your torso. Lip headed downstairs and found Fiona in the kitchen, nursing a coffee.

“You want one?” She asked, holding up the pot “‘s gonna be a long night.” Lip shook his head and went over to hug her tightly. “Lip, you’re too strong to be crushing me like this!” She scolded, before she felt the damp spots on her shoulder. “Oh. Oh Lip…” Fiona hugged her little brother back, trying to remember the last time Lip had cried like that. She held him tightly for a few moments, one hand on his head and the other rubbing his back, while he cried over his best friend.

After a few minutes Lip pulled away, wiping his nose. “Sorry, I just…”

“You don’t need to apologise, Lip. We all have our moments.” Fiona said gently.

“I should, um… I should get back upstairs.” Fiona nodded and shooed him away, shoving the clothes at him. When Lip got back upstairs he found Veronica putting the last few stitches in your back, and grabbed a towel.

“Come on, let’s get you out.” He said gently, lifting you out of the water and on to the towel. He wrapped you up like you were as little as Liam. “You’re starting to warm up, Bug. Your lips aren’t blue anymore…” You noticed his eyes were rimmed red. “V, can you or someone go into my room, second drawer of the dresser at the back there’s a grey shirt. Can you grab it for me?” Veronica went and retrieved the item while Lip carefully dried the water off your skin.

“What so special about this shirt?” She asked

“Softest one I own.” He said, pulling it over your head. He continued to dress you in his clothes, before taking you to his room. Fiona had already left a brush and hairdryer on the bed, figuring Lip would need them. He started brushing your hair gently, blotting the water with a towel, before he turned the dryer on to a low setting. As he dried your hair you looked at the clock on his bedside table, telling you it was gone midnight. You had no idea what time you had left your own house, and immediately felt guilty about bothering the Gallaghers with your family problems. You should have just stayed, not made a fuss, gone to bed, hidden everything under your clothes at school tomorrow and pretended you fell if anyone asked. You and Lip were fighting, you just wanted him to try harder at school, get out of the shitty neighbourhood you both called home, but it had ended in you both screaming at each other, and you telling him to go fuck himself. The hairdryer switched off and Lip followed your eyes to the clock.

“Hey, Bug, no.” He crouched down in front of you. “I don’t care that it’s late, I don’t care that we had a fight. I care that you’re ok, I care that you came to me and you trusted me. Now, Fiona will be next door, you can sleep in here and I’m gonna take the couch.”

“Stay.” It was the first thing you had said all night, coming out quiet and raspy.

“O-ok. I can stay if you’re sure that’s what you want.” You nodded. “I just gotta grab some stuff from downstairs, then I’ll be back.”

Fiona was still drinking her coffee when Lip reentered the kitchen.

“How’s she doing?” Fiona asked. Lip leaned against the counter and lit a cigarette. He took a drag before handing it to Fiona.

“Well, she spoke, which is good. I told her I was sleeping on the couch and she asked me to stay, so I guess that’s what I’m doing. V had to sew up a cut across her back, she has a fucking boot print on one side, the other isn't even skin, it’s just a bruise, her shithead dad fucking raped her and she nearly killed herself getting here, so um… I’m just hoping she’s still in the house tomorrow morning.” Fiona squeezed his shoulder then handed back the cigarette.

“Take some tea up for her, it’ll help her warm up. It’s good you’re staying with her, cuz you gotta keep an eye on hypothermic afterdrop.”

“Hypothermic what?”

“I don’t know. V said something about core temperature dropping because of cold blood? Just… make sure she stays warm and breathing and has a heartbeat, and Lip?”

“Yeah?” He looked round at his big sister.

“Don’t sleep with her.” Lip opened his mouth to argue. “I know you won’t, but I’m just… reminding you, I guess. She might tell you she wants to, but she’s really vulnerable right now. Don’t take advantage of that.”

“I won’t.” Lip said quietly. “I couldn’t do that to her…” Fiona gave him a small smile and his shoulder another squeeze.

“Get some sleep. I’ll call school in the morning, tell them you’re sick.” Lip nodded tiredly and pulled out a mug, making a fresh cup of tea for you.

“Hey, Fi?” He called as she started to leave the kitchen.

“W’sup?” Fiona turned to look at him

“Thank you. For… everything.” Fiona went back over to Lip and kissed his cheek.

“I wasn’t gonna let her freeze.” She got to the door before calling out to him “Make sure you turn the lights off.”

“Will do.” Lip finished making your tea and took it upstairs, turning off lights and appliances as he went. You were sat against the headboard and he handed you the mug.

“It’s chamomile, it’ll help, promise.” You nodded, sipping at it as Lip put on sweats and a tshirt. He got into the bed next to you, pulling the comforter over you both and stroking your hair as you finished your tea. He took the mug from you and put it aside before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re safe now. Night, Bug.”