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Writer's own interpretation of canon characters + total absence of sci-fi / upside down elements. Billy Hargrove being.. Billy. The worst parts, that is. Body fluids - saliva, ya'll calm tf downnnn. A kind of intense little moment involving sunscreen because summer, ftw. Swearing. Jealousy. Eventual filth, mentions of drugs -weed, alcohol and lame ass teenager-y bullshit like house parties, sneaking out/in, etc. Meddling best friends, meddling kiddos, you name it. Angst. Lots of fluff. A little Carol-bashing, not v. often though because writer happens to kinda dig her. Billy gives stalker here and there, lowk.
Reader is heavily personified -and she's/you're giving girl next door with a lil wild streak, the following traits are non-negotiable, they're now part of the lore, babes.. Reader is shorter than Tommy, think like.. 5'2ish, reader is sunshine / fearless flirt to Tommy's storm cloud / strong silent type, reader has long and curly hair -think 90's Mariah Carey but with volume to the moon, reader is a cheerleader but she/you is/are v. anti-popularity, reader loves fashion/makeup but honestly, doesn't feel like getting dressed to the nines all the time -she's lazy af, reader is a cheerleader, reader is v. into dance and plans to be a dancer or choreographer at some point in adulthood. Reader's sister was a teen mom and reader's father cheated then split, moved out to have a whole new family and was a lousy father to begin with. Reader has an adorable niece that will be featured in the story. Reader's mom is hinted at possibly dating Bob Newby -because Sean Astin, duh. Oh and.. reader is a metalhead not a pop princess girly pop.
If any of the above bothers you or isn't your cup of tea, this is NOT the fic for you. I repeat.. If the above is something that's a hard no, do not read this fic.
Word Count.
2.7k
Pairings.
( you'll notice I've made changes. totally understand if you choose not to read further after this.. )
Reader x Tommy, past / present.. but complicated.. to eventual endgame.
Robin x Vickie, one-sided crush, pining.
Robin x Nancy, eventual endgame
Previous Parts.
can be found here.
Summarized.
โPixie, youโre gonna fucking burn.โ Tommyโs voice is quiet. A hint of amusement in his tone when you jump a little and the dirty book youโve been chewing your bottom lip off over for about fifteen minutes now settles on the ground.ย
The heat of an afternoon sun is beating down on you as you lounge poolside at Hawkins Pool. Your skin is hot, itโs a little sweaty, curls drip-drying from your dip in the pool about an hour ago.
Metallica plays faintly, your headphones are down over your ears and youโve got yourself a nice -read, dirty, thick book, which youโre sprawled on your stomach to read. Youโre so involved in the current scene in said book that you donโt realize heโs wandered over and seated himself on the edge of the plastic lounger until you can feel your left earphone being gingerly edged away from your ear.
โPixie, youโre gonna fucking burn.โ Tommyโs voice is quiet. A hint of amusement in his tone when you jump a little and the dirty book youโve been chewing your bottom lip off over for about fifteen minutes now settles on the ground.ย
Tommy picks up the book, holding it out to you as he snickers at itโs title. โLucky Hand?โ
โGive me that.โ you practically snatch the book, dog-earing the page as you sit it to the side and yawn. โIt was getting boring anyway.โ
Tommy gazes at you, disbelief in dark brown eyes. โNow I think we both know youโre lyin, you were squirming around when I walked over.โ
Your entire body is on fire now. Heโs leaned so that an arm is over you, caging you in as he feels around for the bottle of sunscreen he saw sitting below your chair, ignored.
โIโll be tan in the morning.โ you scoff as he finds the bottle, his arm momentarily rested against your bare skin as you roll over onto your back and suck in a sharp breath at the way burned skin feels making contact with anything. Tommy isnโt listening, he never listens, you think to yourself, a little smile because you know itโs his way of showing he cares.
As he works the creamy liquid into his hands, you stare up at him. One of your legs raises, bent at the knee. Thereโs a bead of sweat rolling down the bridge of your nose. The sun makes your faint freckles more clearly defined.
โTomโโ youโre about to insist that he doesnโt have to rub you down, pouting at him as you stare, but Tommyโs firm look has you falling silent, his name dying on your lips.
โItโs either this or you actually blister and burn, pixie. Because we both know youโre lying to yourself when you say youโll be tan in the morning.โ he pauses and now heโs kind of leaning down, dangerously close to your face, your mouth and this makes you swallow hard, he smirks as he continues, โYouโll be burnt until about Thursday, miserable and whiny about it.โ
,, oh bite me.โ you think, a little too easily impressed by the fact that even now he still remembers the little things like this. You flip him off and roll your eyes. โFiiiine. I suppose if it bothers you that much,โ youโre holding his gaze and smirking up at him, โ I guess you can put that gross crap on me.โ you wrinkle your nose.
โThat wasnโt so hard, was it?โ Tommy mutters. And heโs staring right back. Locked in on the way your tongue darts out, drags across your lips to outline them. As he starts to work the lotion into your skin, you shiver.
โYou coulda warmed it up first.โ you complain.
โI did.โ Tommy insists. โYouโre just beinโ a baby.โ
You pout at him and blow an escaped curl away from your forehead. Before he can stop himself, he stops what heโs doing, brushes the curl away and chuckles quietly, shaking his head.
โWhat? Itโs the humidity, Tommy.โ
โItโs cute.โ Tommy blurts out, face turning as red as the bikini youโre wearing today, โI meant the way youโre all pouty and shit.โ
You raise a brow as you stare up at him.
A throat clears nearby and Tommyโs head snaps up. When he spots Billy leaned against the chain link fence and glaring with his arms folded, he grumbles under his breath.
โYou still want Hargrove tโ fuck off?โ Tommy asks, tearing his angry gaze off of Billy, softening eyes as he looks down at you. You glance up and give Billy a cheeky little half-wave. โTake a picture, idiot. Itโll last longer.โ you grumble, a little loud but unfortunately not so loud that heโll hear you.
You look up at Tommy. โYes, ugh, his lurking crap is so weird.โ
Tommy nods. โItโs annoying as hell.โ he agrees, keeping silent that heโs already warned Billy a thousand times that youโre off limits but Billy clearly seems to think otherwise, despite the way you always make an excuse to leave the second he shows his face.
You study your former best friend carefully. Thereโs something hidden in his statement, you can see it in the way his eyes almost go black with anger and the way he accidentally squeezes the shit out of your body where his hand had been hovering.
You glance down at the way Tommyโs hand is squeezing your side. โAre you okay?โ you ask, soft giggle slipping out. Tommy nods. Heโs back to glaring at Billy all over again. โMhm.โ he answers, going quiet for a second. โPlay along, pixie.. I mean if you really want Hargrove to fuck off.โ
Before you get the chance to answer, Tommy motions for you to sit up and turn around, facing away from him. You sit up and Tommy takes the lotion, squirting some into his hands. As he works it in his palms to warm it up, he smirks at Billy.
Billyโs jaw flutters and he rolls his eyes.
โFuckinโ amateur.โ he grumbles, watching to see if Tommy is actually gonna use the accidental foot in the door heโs earned himself to his advantage or fumble it, the same way he did the last three times they both had a thing for the same girl.
To his surprise, Tommy starts to massage the lotion onto your skin all over again, rough hands and cool liquid making you gasp before you can stop yourself as your head falls to one side and Tommy pushes hair away from your neck while moving so that heโs straddling the seat and sitting as close to you as he can get.
Billy rolls his eyes. โI can do better, Hagan.โ he mouths, but Tommy mouths back, โTry it and Iโm gonna fuckin end you.โ
His hands work across your shoulders and at first, heโs massaging way too hard, too clumsy and it kind of hurts a little. Then it doesnโt. And Tommyโs hands start to move slower. Further down, just above the flimsy tie to your bikini top. You squirm a little, body immediately on fire. โSorry.โ you mumble. Tommy chuckles against the shell of your ear, โ โS okay, pixie. Keep forgettinโ how ticklish you are.โ
โYeah.โ you agree a little too fast for your own liking as you look over your shoulder at him, โTicklish.โ
โYeah.โ Tommy smirks. โYour back.. Your stomach.. Your feetโฆ that one little spot at your hipsโฆโ heโs staring at you hard. You gulp and nod. โMhm.โ youโre staring right back and staring so hard that you lose track of what heโs actually saying until he brushes a hand up against the small of your back and starts to spread the lotion outward, massaging it into your hips with a hand on either hip.
You take a ragged breath.
Billyโs been gone at least two or three minutes by this point, but.. Heโs not stopping. He doesnโt care.
Youโre not about to stop him because this is something you used to fantasize about, back when that silly little girl crush took a bit more of a grown-up turn when you were both in 8th grade, the summer before 9th.
The summer it all imploded.
He motions for you to turn facing him and you gulp again because you realize this will put you body to body with him and thereโs something about the way heโs touching you, it feels.. Way too intimate to simply be applying sunscreen. Your legs settle over his thighs, feet dangling from either side of the chair.
โI warmed it up.โ he comments when you squirm a little as he starts to spread the lotion across your shoulders and collarbone, leaning in closer as he works his hands up the column of your neck. You giggle at the way he's super focused, tongue jutting out between his lips. โI think my neck will be fine.โ you mumble. Tommy stops applying the lotion to your neck and stares at you for a second or two. He wants to tell you you're beautiful, he really wants to kiss you and maybe that's why he stares at your lips hard enough that your own begin to tingle.
Then he takes a dot and smears it on your nose, so you stick out your tongue and pout. โHey!โ you protest and he pauses, staring at you for a second or two. โDo it again. I dare you, pixie.โ he smirks as he says it because he thinks he's called your bluff.
โYโknow how I respond to dares, Tom-Tom.โ you mumble, lost in his eyes. You stick out your tongue and he leans in even closer putting the two of you chest to chest as one of his hands settles on your neck, thick strands caught between your skin and his hands in the process.ย
His heart is about to explode, he's almost sure of it. You're leaning in closer, pretty lips taunting him because no matter how hard he tries, he's just too scared to go for it.ย
But you aren't backing down, your lips brush against his and you have the nerve to giggle. โOr what, Tommy? Because I'm doing it, just like you told me to, hm?โ you taunt playfully, daring to do it a second time because you just can't resist.
,, shit.โ He feels cornered, a little frantic but above all, determined. He leans in and he meets your mouth, tongue darting out. Rolling over the outline of your lips. Tasting cherry flavored lip balm. Groaning at the taste as he pulls you up higher into his lap and his hand leaves your neck to tangle up in your hair and tug at thick strands. As the kiss deepens, you end up shifting around in his lap which rubs you right against him and makes him squeeze your hips, holding you at least a little still.
You're breathless, too stunned to speak. Desperately trying to process what's just happened but not so dazed that you don't immediately get greedy, gripping his shirt as you raise up a little and pull him into another kiss.
โFuck.โ he groans against your mouth, his hands on your hips as he pushes on them, pushing you back down into his lap. He forgets himself and bucks up into you, a needy whine bubbling up, swallowed by his hungry, devouring mouth.
His mind is blown. Kissing you is everything he ever fantasized it might be and then some. And he doesnโt want to stop now that heโs done it.ย
Across the pool, Billy Hargrove is glaring daggers. Plotting the imminent death of one Tommy Hagan. Because thereโs no way in hell heโs about to fade quietly into the background.ย
,, Kinda sucks. I actually liked being friends with you, shitbird.โ Billy thinks to himself as he watches the way Tommy Hagan is kissing you. Watching the way you melt into Tommy, tugging at his hair, even deepening the kiss.
When his little stepsister starts to laugh, he gives her a warning glare. โShut the fuck up, Max.โ
โAt least itโs not you, Billy.โ Max smirks as she says it, quick to get a wide berth between herself and him as soon as she does. โIโm not sorry, either.โ
โYouโre gonna be you little fuckinโ twerp.โ Billy warns. Max takes off, pushing through other kids, stopping to look back and flip him off. โGotta catch me first, shithead.โ
Billyโs off his chair in seconds, shoving through the other kids, trying to catch up to Max. But sheโs gone.
Billy swings at a fence post and swears under his breath and then lights up a cigarette.
โThis is gonna end with me.. Gettinโ the girl.โ Billy vows as he lights his cigarette and takes a long drag while he plots just how heโs going to go about doing itโฆ
โ
The two of you pull apart to breathe and Tommyโs holding your face in his hands, his forehead pressed up against yours as he grins at you, just a little too smug.
The anger in those dark brown eyes is gone for now. He looks almost as happy as he used to back when you were both kids, before everything imploded.
And you.. Youโre not entirely sure how you feel.
Youโre in a daze, still not entirely sure that whatโs just happened actually happened. The sparks are still very much lingering, the kiss only further igniting all those old pesky stupid feelings youโd been trying to bury down deep.
โWhatโs that look for, hm?โ you mumble, your soft lips brush up against his as you speak. Tommy chuckles. โYou.โ he answers simply, letting you melt into him.
You pull away a little, brow raised as you point to yourself. โWhat about me, hm?โ
Tommy shrugs. โJust you.โ he trails off. He's dying to ask if you felt anything, at the same time heโs entirely too scared to hear the answer. Youโre still melted against him, the blinding brightness of an afternoon sun making you seek out relief by burying your face in his neck. He can't stop the groan that comes as you do it so he doesn't even bother trying.
You want to ask him if kissing you meant anything or if it was just for show. Just a friend helping a friend out of a situation.ย
You canโt, though because whenever you make an attempt to, the words catch, hang in your throat.ย
You are aware enough that you attempt to untangle yourself from his body, but as soon as you try, heโs pulling you back, both hands on your hips to hold you in place where you sit on his lap. His thumbs roll over your soft skin and your breath catches.ย
โWow.โ he chuckles after what feels like forever, โthat felt..โ
Youโre afraid heโs about to tell you that the kiss was a huge mistake and it needs to be forgotten. But heโs stumbling over his words, chuckling to himself. โBetter than I imagined.โ he admits, going quiet.
Youโre stunned. Nodding in agreement, those butterflies in your tummy kicking into high gear all over again.ย
โHey pixie.โ he starts, going quiet for a second or two.
โYeah?โ
โYou wanna get outta here?โ he asks, biting his lip as he stares at yours. You nod. Smiling soft. โYeah.. Iโd like that.โ
โCโmon.โ he stands, not even giving you a chance to untangle yourself from his body. Youโre laughing, the two of you walk past a glaring Billy Hargrove, youโre wrapped around Tommyโs waist, he might as well be wearing you like an article of clothing. โWe can go back tโ my house. Watch your stupid show.โ
โItโs not stupid.โ you argue, sticking your tongue out.
Tommy and Billy lock eyes as Tommyโs about to push open the chain link fence. Billy glares. Gaze lingering a little too long on you for Tommyโs liking, that possessive and protective side kicking into overdrive real quick.
โAsshole.โ he mutters.
โHuh?โ you ask, looking up from the way youโre toying with the neck of his white tanktop. Tommy chuckles. โHargrove, pixie. Heโs pouting.โ
You roll your eyes. โEw..โ you mumble, โAnyway.. Maybe donโt let him bother you, Tom-Tom?โ
โOh, heโs not gonna be able much longer if he keeps lookinโ over here like he is.โ
โNo fights, Tommy.โ
โIโm not makinโ any promises. I donโt like the way heโs always lurkinโ around you. Starin.โ
โMe either, but thatโs beside the point.โ
โNo, that is the point, pixie. Heโs gonna fuckin stop, one way or another.โ
ย And the way your stomach flutters at the tone in his voice.
so.. i -well Tommy bc the bastard keeps hijacking every goddamned chapter i try and write, have decided that summer of 85 is gonna be Tommy x reader.
Sorry if this disappoints or anything. It's just the more i write, the more I feel like this has him written all over it. But no worries, I've got a few things in mind for my beloved steve..
Minors, DNI.. Filth ahead, including but not limited to, pinv-unprotected, oral - female recieving, petnames -ya'll let me have this, i left her vague/unnamed for ya'll, bodily fluids, writer's less than satisfactory attempt at dirty talk.. Ohhh yeah.. lowkey hinting at writer's own personal theory that Top has himself a bit of a breeding k!ink. Das it. Das all.
As per usual, writer's own personal interpretation of canon characters / Topper Thornton. Vague reader - nothing beyond reader being female + John B's baby sister is really mentioned. Overprotective older brother antics, eventually. Angst, mostly of the mental variety this time. Fluff. This.. will not be following OBX canon for the most part and when it does, only v.v loosely. If any of this bothers you, don't bother reading. I repeat.. if anything I've mentioned here bothers you, this is not the fic for you.
Word Count.
2.4k+
Pairing.
Topper Thornton x Female!Routledge Reader
Previous part.
can be found here.
Summarized.
โYou still want this..โ
โYes.โ you answer, arching up into him and trying to get as much friction going as you can.
โYouโre sure.. right?โ
โTopper, please..โ you whine out, โNeed you. Want you.โ
Butthead โ get home. Now.
Butthead โ look.. Iโm worried sick about you. Heโs only letting you stay because he thinks he can get something outta you.ย
Butthead โ youโre smarter than this.
You roll your eyes and put the cell phone back on the nightstand, curling yourself back into Topper, slipping your leg between his. Your other leg settles over his hip and even though heโs sleeping, his hand settles on your thigh.
As you burrow down, burying your face in his chest, he starts to wake up. Stares down at you while youโre drifting off, not looking at him.ย
,, I wish I wasnโt already getting used tโ this.โ the thought comes before he can stop it and itโs a dangerous one. Not so dangerous that he tries to untangle his body from yours, of course, but dangerous enough. Itโs just sitting there, taunting him. Daring him to just do something. Just go for what he really wants, what heโs wanted for a while now.
โTurn off thโ sun.โ you mutter as it seeps in through the crack in his curtains. Topper chuckles quietly. โIf I could, I would.โ he answers. You look up at him, stifling a yawn. The sound of your stomachs growling has both of you laughing quietly. As blue eyes fix intently on your lips, you can feel them start to tingle. Youโre dying to kiss him again, just not sure if itโs okay -or even a good idea.
You raise just a little as he happens to lean his face down towards you. Your lips brush and itโs soft. Sweet. He bites back a groan and the hand on your thigh squeezes it. He stares at you for a few seconds like he wants to ask you something, he just canโt.
He doesnโt dare.ย
But what he wants to ask you is if the way you keep kissing him is because you want to or because you feel like you have to. Because heโs not the most secure person, he needs reassurance. Heโs dying for a sign. Any kind of sign.
โTop?โ you say his name quietly, a yawn slipping out. He blinks, dragging himself out of the war heโs got going internally. โYeah?โ he asks, his voice thick with sleep. Gravel and the smoothest silk and foreign to his own ears.
โN-Nothing.โ you were about to ask him if you could kiss him but you canโt make the words come. Youโre staring at his chest, he grabs your chin gently and makes you look him in the eyes instead. โWhatโs up, ___?โ
โI..โ you stammer. Taking a deep breath, you try it again. โI wanna kiss you.โ
โIโm not stopping you.โ Topper answers quietly, heart about to leap right out of his throat. The hand squeezing your thigh squeezes just a little harder. Somehow, youโve gone and managed to melt into him even more when he didnโt think it was possible.
โCโmon.โ he mumbles. Pleading, even though -thankfully, it doesnโt come out that way.ย
You raise a hand, resting it across the back of his neck. Fingers drag over his hair, tugging at it as best as you can as you pull his mouth down against your own.
Another text rolls in.
Butthead โ if he hurts you, iโll kill him. Youโre my little sister.
The phone goes ignored. Topper tries not to, but he canโt fight the urge to let his hands wander and roam as your tongue splits his lips, dragging against his own. At first, his hands are on your thigh, caught against the side of your face as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. But then the hand on your thigh ventures up, finding your hip. Squeezing it. Heโs bucking himself against you as best as he can by the time the kiss breaks and you pull away to breathe, mouths still connected by a thin string of saliva that breaks in a split second.ย
When he pulls you so that youโre on top of him, straddled over his hips, you whine out. You can feel the outline of his cock, pressing right up into your throbbing cunt. The sounds that are coming out of this boyโs mouth are unholy, groans and even a growl or two. You whine as his hands settle at your hips and heโs guiding you back and forth over the way heโs hard against thin boxers. Heโs staring up at you, youโre staring right back down at him.
Your hands grab at his chest to keep yourself steady.
โOh shit..โ he hisses, eyes heavy-lidded as his cock twitches, getting even harder, โFucking hell, princess.โ
Your head falls back as you start to rock over him faster, pussy dripping. He can feel you leaking down onto those thin boxers. Suddenly thereโs entirely too much keeping you both apart and all he can think about is that one text he saw you send your brother in the heat of the moment, the one about you, running away with him.. Letting him knock you up. Over and over again.
And itโs literally everything he wants.
And as the shock wears off, once heโs embraced that one undeniable truth,ย that last thin thread of self-restraint snaps.
โFuck.โ he groans out, staring up at you as your head falls back and your eyes flutter. Youโre too far away,he pulls you down and into him but thatโs still not enough. You wind up pinned below him so fast you donโt even know - or care, how it happened. โWanna fuck you.โ he groans out against your mouth as his own crashes against it.ย
โPlease.โ you whine, your voice shattering the early morning silence. โNeed..โ you pant as his hand dips down, massaging your throbbing cunt with the heel of his hand, โNeed you.โ you gasp out at last when youโre able to form words just enough to say it.ย
โIโm gonna be sโ good tโ you, angel.โ heโs staring down at you, fingers slipping up and down your wet slit,making you shiver below him. โTop..โ you moan even louder. Itโs one hell of an ego boost. Youโre so responsive to every single touch, itโs driving him insane.ย
He needs to be inside you. Buried so deep that he canโt tell where you end and he begins. He dips his head down, lips latching against your soft skin, nipping his way down your neck.
His fingers work you open. Scissoring. Pumping in and out. Youโre rocking yourself up, pussy clenching around thick digits. Your arms settle over his shoulders, nails digging against his skin, leaving crescents against his shoulder.
As he works theย shirt you borrowed from him up and out of the way, he works his mouth down your body, starting with the way he focuses on your nipples, first one, then the other. Youโre squirming, digging your toes against his sheets, dragging your nails over his back because you've never been on the recieving side of foreplay. As he squeezes your tits, tongue circling until he's teased each nipple to a point, youโre whining, moaning his name. The more your body responds and the wetter you get, the more he bucks himself against the bed and your thigh.ย
His mouth starts to work down lower, tongue circling your navel as he stops to look up at you. Bucking himself against his mattress all over again at the sight of you dangerously close to coming undone.ย
,, I canโt believe this is happening.โ - the thought has him staring at you in awe, committing every inch of your body -and the way it responds to him, to memory.ย
You lift a hand, let it settle in his hair. Guiding him down lower as you rock your hips, fucking yourself onto his fingers as they work you open and stretch you out.ย
โYouโre gonna ruin me.โ he growls out against your thigh as he licks his way upward, โFuck.โ - its a groan against your skin. โ I'm so fucking hungry, love.โ
He works his way back up your body, pulling you up to pull the shirt off of you because he can't take it another second, he needs your skin on his,ย your soft little body pinned below him.ย
You toy with the waistband of his boxers because youโre dying to feel him -actually feel him, without a layer of clothing in your way. He obliges, pulling himself away from you just long enough to tug down his boxers and kick them free at his ankles. They settle on his bedroom floor, the shirt heโs taken off of you following suit right after. Then heโs kissing his way down your body all over again, determined this time. Heart racing. Every cell in his body is humming and electric because this is real, itโs happening and the best part of it is that itโs happening with you.ย
As his fingers work to stretch you so you can take him, he hooks an arm beneath, spreading you open. Growling as soon as he sees the way your thighs glisten even more, wetter already. He knows he isnโt going to last long, itโs been a very, very long time.ย
Heโs determined to get you off. As many times as he can.
Heโs dying to feel you clench around his cock the way youโre clenching around his fingers.ย
Lost in the whole thing, just as his tongue drags slow over your throbbing slit, you shiver. Rock yourself back and forth over the fingers buried deep in your cunt. You're moaning his name over and over like a prayer and heโs dumb, drunk on the way it feels, your juices coating his fingers and filling up his mouth. โYou gonna come for me, princess?โ The question muttered lazy against the soft of your thigh as he really presses himself down onto you, fucking you with his fingers while his thick tongue drags against the inside of your thigh, pushing up against your super sensitive sex as he pulls out his fingers to lick them clean and slips his tongue inside, buried so deep youโre almost riding his nose.
You're almost crying, every nerve in your body is begging for your release. โFuck.โ he growls against your mouth as his own crashes against, โYouโre the sweetest fucking thing I've ever tasted.โ and quieter, as the kiss breaks, โThatโs it, I'm keeping you here forever.โ
You're not so dumbed by the way that hes getting you ready to be fucked that you don't immediately remind yourself you cannot, under any circumstances, get used to this. To him.
Because sooner or later, you think, he's gonna get boredโฆ or the court of public opinion will get to him or Sarah, what about her, huh? You're such an idiot for this, he has a whole entire girlfriend.โ
He picks up on the tension. Fingers slow to a stop and he stares down at you, caressing your face with his free hand.
โYou still want this..โ
โYes.โ you answer, arching up into him and trying to get as much friction going as you can. Because you were on the edge when your own mind got the best of you and you want to come so bad it hurts.
โYouโre sure.. right?โ
โTopper, please..โ you whine out, โNeed you. Want you.โ
You almost blurt out that you love him butโฆ at least if you don't, when it is over and he is done with you, you'll have a little dignity left.
He can't take it, there's this look in your eyes as he stares down at you, nearly all fucked out for him and heโs only used his fingers and mouth.
He reaches down between your body and grabs his cock, dragging it between slick and throbbing lips. He lets you take the tip and its like you come alive, pussy clenching around it.
,, probably not smart tโ let him have me, not raw like this..โ that thought is pushed right out of your brain as he slips in deeper. Going still as every thick inch stuffs you and overfills.ย The way your pussy clenches him is so tight that he just has to lie still, kissing on you, marking you up as he gives himself time to get used to the tight squeeze, the way it feels so damn good to fuck you bare.
Nothing in the way, he can feel your slick coat him, he can feel each tight clench, all of it. He starts to move a little again, slow and deep drives.
You're moaning, pulling at his hair with one hand as you eagerly meet his thrusts, dragging your other hand down his back.
He tries to stop himself but you start to thrust against him more frantically, your legs squeezing his hips when he tries to pull out a little.ย
โOh you want me to fill up your sweet little pussy,โ he groans, a quietly gaspedย โfuck. โย as soon as he realizes this is it, there is no chance of him holding off a second longer. His hands are squeezing your hips tight as he pistons in and out, skin slapping against skin with each long thrust, โ โS like you were made for me, love. I'm keeping you.โ
And the scary part is that he means it. He's secretly hoping he does somehow manage to fuck a baby into you, as stupid as it is, at least this way you can't just forget him after youโve gone back to your side of the island.
โTop oh โ oh fuck,โ you cry out, begging him to let go in your next breath. And he does, brightly colored dots dancing behind his eyelids as they flutter closed for just a second because he comes so hard that he's dizzy.
He falls against the mattress beside you, you curl into him and place a little kiss against his mouth.
The little kiss isn't enough, heโs parting your lips with his tongue, hes got his hands all over you and the end result is you, getting hauled up on top of him, his arms locking around you to hold you there as he peppers kisses against your lips, cheeks and forehead.
โWow.โ one of you says it and both of you nod, a lazy yawn coming from you as he chuckles. โSleepy?โ
โYour fault, Top.โ you reply, burying your face in the space between his neck and shoulders.
Meanwhile, your phone is going off again and you just don't care to answer it, any of it.
Because it's peaceful being all tangled up in bed with him.
Writer's own interpretation of Gareth Emerson. A whopping whole one year / grade age gap between reader and Gareth. Swearing, pinv unprotected, fingering, neighbors to lovers is taken literally here, body image issues to an extent, biting / marking, dry humping. Filth in the summer.
Word count:
uh its like.. 6k+
Pairing:
Gareth Emerson x female!reader
Previous part:
nada. this is a one and done type thing.. for now.
Snippet:
โHm?โ he questions, the kiss deepening as his hands really start to wander, squeezing. Groping every inch of skin he can get his hands on. He bucks himself against you and you whine, the needy sound of it cutting through the air.
โI said.โ you breathe out, crashing your lips against his all over again as you pull him completely on top of you and wrap your legs around, โMaybe I wanna..โ
โFuck.โ he groans against your neck as his lips stray from yours to latch against soft skin there, โYou sure about that?โ
โ The air conditioner is brokeโฆ again.โ youโre so hot that forming words is even too much, the effort it takes has you falling across the Emersonโs sofa after youโve kicked off your favorite flip flops and shed the oversized flannel that you stole from your best friend Gareth years ago.
Gareth nearly chokes on the drag heโs taken off his cigarette as baby blue eyes fix on you and suddenly, heโs actually seeing you. Not as the chubby cheeked little girl who has always kind of followed him around since you were kids, not as the best friend you turned into somewhere around your eighth grade year and his freshman year, butโฆ heโs gawking.
You notice and raise a brow, wandering over to stop in front of him, raising a hand to place the back of it against his forehead. โYou feeling okay, Gare?โ
โY-yeah.โ Gareth manages to stammer out the word. Your hair is dripping on his momโs floor and he nods to the water droplets. โYouโre dripping everywhere.โ
โDuh. I dragged myself down to that stupid pool to at least attempt cooling down.โ you shrug it off, side-stepping him. He leans against the kitchen doorway to brace himself and pull himself together for a few seconds but then he happens to look over and youโve got his momโs freezer open and youโre digging around in it, a smile of sheer joy when you come up with one of those bomb popsย his mom always keeps handy for his little sister and her endless string of friends as they come in and out.
You peel off the wrapper and hoist yourself to sit atop the deep freeze youโve just shut, groaning at the way it feels under your ass as the first bite of your bomb pop slides down your throat.
Gareth is hard, hot and bothered. His cock is pushing against thin denim as he wanders over and digs through a cabinet, finding himself a glass.
Like drinking water is going to help his current internal struggle.
You swing your legs around. You mustโve asked him a question because you clear your throat, fix your eyes on him expectantly.
โHuh?โ he asks, shaking off the daze heโs been in since you walked in.ย
โI asked you if that stupid grad party was as good as you hyped it up tโ be, Gare..โ you repeat yourself, tongue rolling over the length of the bomb pop. Garethโs eyes fix on the motion and he takes a big sip of the water, promptly managing to swallow it wrong.
โIt sucked. Hopper and his buddies crashed it barely thirty minutes in. We didnโt even get tโ play one full song.โ Gareth finally answers. You take a bite of the bomb pop and nod, laughing softly. โYeah, I kinda heard. Did you at least get paid?โ
Gareth smirks.
โEddie made sure of it.โ
โGood.โ you go quiet. Your eyes settle on his lips as he raises the cup in his hand to take a sip. Youโre staring way too hard but for the millionth time, youโre wondering what itโd be like to just be brave, kiss him until neither one of you can breathe or think straight. You shake your head, quickly attempting to shove down that thought -and the mental images it brings along with it.
He stops in front of you and thick digits circle your wrist as he raises your hand to his mouth. When he licks your popsicle, you glare at him and try to yank it back. โHey! Mine!โ you complain through a mouthful, โGet your own, dammit.โย
You jump a little as you remember why you walked over to his house in the first place. โYouโre cominโ with me tonight.โ
โWhere?โ
โDonโt worry about that.โ you answer, giving him a little shrug. โJust be ready to go around likeโฆ 9.โ
โWhere?โ he repeats himself. Firmer.
You pout a little. โOkay, alright, fiiiiiine. Since you absolutely must know, I wanna see the new Jason Voorhies fic and my friends are being babies about it. Itโs โtoo scaryโ and โgrossโ.โ you air quote, blowing at sticky bangs as they flop down and right into your eyes.
ย ,, this is as close as I can get to asking you on a date. Iโm sick of you being too oblivious to take subtle hints.โ - the thought comes and brings electricity with it, racing through your veins. Youโre nervous as hell, this is the boldest thing youโve done yet to clue him in on your little crush. ,, Iโm running outta time here, heโll be gone in like.. Two weeks?โ - the desperation you feel has you up in arms. Youโre so tortured by the thought of the boy next door leaving before you finally get to confess your feelings that youโre a breath away from just going for it, kissing him til heโs stupid.
โItโs gonna be stupid as hell.โ Gareth argues. โDo you really wanna waste your money? You can wait, rent it when it comes to Family Video around September.โ heโs staring at your lips, the blue tint the popsicle has given them. He canโt help but wonder what theyโd feel like, pressed against his own.
โOh come on!โ you whine, begging him with your eyes. Slipping off the deep freezer you were sitting on to step into him. You walk your fingers up and down the front of your shirt. โWhat if I get scared, Gare..โ you plead in a softer tone because if thereโs one thing heโs always eaten up, itโs that.
What you donโt realize is the way youโre touching him and the way it feels to have you pressed right against him in the middle of his motherโs kitchen are only further opening his eyes.
And now that heโs starting to realize what heโs starting to realize, heโs about to crawl right out of his own skin, these long dormant urges keep pushing up from deep inside him.
Like the way his hand ends up raised, pushing your hair back out of your eyes as he stares at you solemn and quiet. His breath is caught in his throat. You can feelโฆ something in the air, but youโre totally sure itโs got nothing to do with whatever weird mood Gareth is in currently and more to do with the fact that itโs so hot even something simple as breathing is too much to do.
โItโs opening weekend. Yโknow how full itโs gonna be, right?โ Gareth asks, shocked at the way his own voice sounds like the voice of a stranger to him when he speaks.
You nod. Gulping a little. โItโll be okay. Iโll manage.โ
โYou hate crowds, though.โ he insists.
The last place he wants to be is in a crowded theater, in the dark. With you.
Because heโs not entirely sure he can trust himself not to do something stupid as hell right now.
โYouโll be there.โ
He rubs a hand over his face because he can see that heโs not getting out of this. Youโre fully prepared to stop at nothing until he says yes.ย
โOkay, alright. Fuck.. Iโll go with you tโ see this dumb movie.โ he relents and youโre so happy, so thrilled that youโre finally about to be in the perfect position to make your move that you lose your filter and fling yourself at his body, wrapping your arms around his neck.
As Eddie Munson clears his throat from the doorway of the Emerson kitchen, the two of you spring apart.
Gareth is so red in the face that itโs all Eddie can do to keep himself from doubling over in laughter. โAm I interrupting something?โ
You stick out your tongue and flip Eddie off.
,, no but I swear to God you almost were. I was about to say screw it and just kiss him already, fucking jerk!โ the thought comes and youโre so frustrated you can feel your whole body when it clenches.
Garethโs go-to-Hell glare has Eddie raising a brow.
As you slip past Eddie in the doorway, you pause. โ9 pm, Gare.โ
Gareth laughs quietly and gives you a mock salute. โOkay, alright. I canโt believe youโre dragging me through this. Itโs gonna be pure shit.โ
โYouโre the sweetest.โ your grin as you look back at him is enough to make Eddieโs resolve not to laugh shatter as you wander out the front door of his best friendโs house.
โIโm gonna say it again, Emerson.โ Eddie looks up at Gareth between laughing fits, โShe really wants you. You need tโ just do something about it already.โ
Gareth flops down into a chair at his momโs dining table, staring at the glass of water he sat down and forgot thirty minutes ago as if it holds the answer to all of lifeโs little mysteries.
โI think I love her, man.. Somethin just likeโฆ clicked when she wandered in here without even bothering tโ knock, Munson. Itโs like..โ Gareth struggles with what he wants to say, frustration pursing his lips.ย
Eddie sits down in the chair next to Gareth after turning the chair so that the back of itโs pressing against his chest. โYeah?โ
โItโs like I noticed all these little things, man.. All at once.โ Gareth tugs at the front of his t-shirt. โI mean I know sheโs hot. I know that, man, itโs just likeโฆ Sheโs always just been my best friend. I guess I just kinda forgot?โ
Eddieโs doubled over laughing again, tears rolling down his cheeks at this point. โWhat finally got tโ you, huh? Because man..โ he tugs at the front of his Hellfire t-shirt and laughs immediately at the way Garethโs knee-jerk reaction is the same as always, to glare and clench his fists.
โIโm just sayin.โ Eddie trails off, taking a sip of water and wiping his mouth, โIf it were me, man.. Iโd have already had this little moment youโre having likeโฆ years ago, man.โย
โFuck you, Munson.โ
โYou realize the only reason none of us ever really made a move when we all had our own crushes on her is because we all knew she was your girl.. Right?โ Eddie asks, genuine curiosity lighting his eyes.
โHuh?โ
โWell, Jeff wanted tโ ask her to the Spring formal. And he didnโt dare.โ Eddie trails off, quick to speak up, โAs friends, man.. Remember? You had that dumb distraction of a crush on Chrissyโs friend Lily? She got pissed about it and started cominโ around less? They kinda got close.โ
โYeah.โ Gareth mulls it over. Grimacing. Because when he finally managed to get himself a date with Lily and they kissed, it wasโฆ Nothing. No sparks, no magic. It was more awkward than anything. Enough so that both of them immediately realized that they werenโt anything more than friends.ย
โShit.โ Gareth is really thinking hard now. โMaybe thatโs why every single fuckinโ time I think I wanna be with a girl, it always feels all wrong.โ
โWell duh.โ Eddie answers, giving his clueless best friend a calm shrug. โYouโve always been in love with ___, you just did a damn good job at burying it.โ Eddie chuckles, gazing at his best friend thoughtfully as poor Gareth has his mind utterly blown.
โExcept this one time. We were all high. You went on a twenty minute rant about how much you wanted her but you couldnโt ever be with her because itโd be weird and itโd ruin your friendship.โ
Gareth rubs a hand over his face, cringing because he does remember bits and pieces of the rant in question.
โWhat the hell do I do, man?โ he asks, looking up at Eddie expectantly. โYouโre the one with an actual dating history that doesnโt involve your hands.โย
โGo for it, man.. Because sheโs giving you all the signs. She always has, dude.โ Eddie shrugs as he says it, as if itโs the simplest thing to do.
โItโs not that easy.โ
โBut it is, Emerson.. How the fuck do you think I ended up dating Chrissy -or any of those other girls?โ Eddie points out calmly.
โYouโre you..โ Gareth points to himself. โNo girl has ever looked at me and gone totally dumb over all this.โ
Eddieโs doubled over laughing for a third time, he canโt believe his best friend is this clueless.
Itโs endearing but itโs also hilarious.
โYou donโt have a tenth of a clue, do ya?โ he asks, a more serious look in his eyes as his laughter dies off and he locks eyes with his best friend.ย
โAre you finally going to do something?โ
Chrissyโs question has you pausing, your curling iron frozen in your hand in mid-air. โHuh?โ
โAbout your huge crush on Gareth Emerson? Youโre lucky heโs oblivious, __.โ Chrissy gives you an almost sheepish smile when she says it. You feel like your heart has just dropped to your stomach. โYou knew?โ
โMhm. Itโs kind of obvious.โ Chrissy smirks, nodding at the plaid shirt you stole from Gareth years ago and wear everywhere, especially to places or events you feel less confident or overwhelmed by. Like the fragment of his scent that still clings to the shirt is just enough to help you struggle through whatever it is youโre dealing with, even when heโs not there.
You stick out your tongue at her and sigh.
โHe doesnโt.. Likeโฆ are you sure he hasnโt figured it out?โ you ask, cringing as you wait for her answer.
Chrissy laughs softly and shakes her head. โHe doesnโt have a clue. If he did, heโd have definitely picked up on the shift in your attitude when he took Lil out on that date around Halloween.โย
You let out a ragged breath.
Your hands have been shaking all damn day, since you lured him into agreeing to see the newest Jason Voorhies movie. Now it feels like thereโs a swarm of bees in your tummy.
โYeah.โ you mutter quietly as you step away and look yourself over inher bedroom mirror critically.
โWould you relax? Heโs wrapped around your finger.โ Chrissy stops behind you, her chin on your shoulder. You laugh and roll your eyes. โMhm, right.. Suuuure.โ
โIโm not kidding.โ Chrissy insists, groaning as she palms her face and looks at you. โYouโre just as clueless as he is, yโknow that?โ
โHeโs not into me. Iโm just the annoying little shit next door.โ you insist.
โMaybe when we were all in middle school, yes.. But it hasnโt been that way for a long time now. Trust me.โ
And you want to because God knows, if anybody has dating experience under her belt, itโs your new best friend Chrissy, but thereโs a part of you that thinks sheโs just screwing with you, sheโs gotta be.
โWeโll see, I guess.โ you cross your fingers as you grab your keys and wander over to your bedroom door, hand hesitant on the knob.. โWish me luck?โ you laugh nervously.
โWhatever you two end up doing, make sure you name it after me or Eds.โ she calls out after you cheekily, you flip her off as you make your way down the stairs of her fatherโs house.ย
Itโs 9:15 when he finally spots you rushing through the food court towards him. And when he sees you, heโs being slammed into the wall all over again, his stomach flips lazily, he can feel himself getting tense all over and he doesnโt even want to think about what the sight of you in what you're wearing is doing to certain parts of his anatomy at the moment.
Youโre wearing a sundress. A short one, too.. Usually, if you bother with the formality of clothing, itโs cutoffs or this one pair of jeans that cling to your body like a second skin.. Heโs never actually seen you in a dress, let alone a cute little short one like the one youโre wearing.
Youโre laughing as you come to a halt in front of him. โSorry! I swear to God, I lost track of time in that new store they just opened.โ he finally notices the bags in your hands.
One of them has the branding of the new lingerie store on the front and this almost makes him swallow his own tongue while trying not to picture what you may or may not have just purchased.
You raise a brow, tilt your head to look up at him because heโs giving you that look again, the one from this morning. And heโs staring really hard. His eyes dart up and down like heโs taking you in.
Like he looked at Chrissyโs friend when he had a crush on her.. As soon as this thought surfaces, you shove it down. Because thereโs no way Chrissy was right earlier. Thereโs no way itโs that simple.
Not with the way youโve been sitting on your feelings for literal years at this point.
You step up into him as the crowd around you waiting in line for tickets seems to triple. Youโve always hated big crowds, he knows it like the back of his hand. He slips an arm around you, out of habit. Only now, heโs nervous as hell and heโs not sure if putting his arm around you is a good idea or if he should take it down.
You snug yourself against him and your hand curls against the front of his shirt. โSo..โ
He jumps a little, heโd been thinking way too hard. โYeah?โ he asks.
โWe should uh..โ youโre having a problem forming coherent sentences and you want to punch yourself in the face because of it. You cringe at how awkward youโre being and take a deep breath, nodding to the lines up ahead when you finally give up on words forming.
โOh yeah.โ he chuckles. His voice is deeper. Almost gravel and satin as he mumbles against your ear while smirking down at you, โYouโre not startinโ to rethink it now..โ as he nods to the huge crowd waiting in line for tickets to the movie you begged him to see.
Deep down heโs hopeful that you are.. Because heโd rather be somewhere a little more quiet and one hell of a lot more private with you. The thought has him stunned when it comes.
Eddieโs speech from earlier comes rushing back, repeating in his head. Taunting him. ,, One of you needs tโ do somethinโ already, man.. You two are kinda givinโ thโ rest of us blue balls, dumb fuck.โย
A girl walks past and sheโs complaining about how cheesy the movie was. Meanwhile, her best friend looks like sheโs just been to war and seen some serious shit. You gulp as your eyes dart back up and you find yourself locked into a stare war with Gareth.
He steps into you completely, using every inch of his height to tower over you just a little. Heโs dominating the space between your bodies and the rush of heat that settles between your thighs has you squeezing them tight. โIโm gonna ask you again.. Last chance tโ back out, lil bit.โ
You swallow hard. Your eyes are glued to his mouth and you stop yourself just as you feel the warmth and wetness of your own tongue, dragging the outline of your lips.
But heโs locked in, watching as your tongue traces the shape of your lips. Swallowing hard because all he can think about right now is just going for it. Kissing you to see if that mushy bullshit heโs always read in his momโs cheesy books is even real at all.
To see if his own theory is right and it has been you all along.
โIt does look kinda crowded.โ you cringe a little and sigh. Youโre losing your nerve. Your shoulders slump just a little and you canโt hide the pure defeat as it plays at your lips in a weak frown.
Gareth clocks it, a rare occurrence.
โWe can do somethinโ else.. If you really want to see a horror movie, lil bit..โ he suggests, a mild shrug as he pauses to stare down at you and let his hand settle against your hip, pull you close because youโd started to drift away from him, โWe can always go tโ Family Video and grab a few.โ
You feel like all the air has been sucked out of the space between the two of you. You blink in surprise. โY..You donโt mind?โ
Gareth chuckles quietly and shakes his head. โI missed you.โ heโs being completely honest. He has missed you, and he doesnโt want you to keep drifting farther and farther away.
Watching horror movies together on a muggy summer night is something that always used to happen not so long ago.
You grin. โOkay.โ you nod, heat searing your face as soon as you realize that heโs kind of holding you against him and this only makes you squeeze your thighs tighter, his finger is circling against the fabric of your little sundress lazily as he stares down at you.
โWhenever youโre ready.โ he smirks, nodding to the way the mall is getting even more crowded. You nod, swallowing hard. โLetโs go. Itโs too people-y in here.โ
The two of you are back in his bedroom, cool air blasting from a fan set on top of his dresser. The dim light of the television set is the only light in the room and while youโre staring a hole through the tv, heโs staring at you.
Willing himself to go for it. To do something before thereโs no time left for it.
He gets his chance when the waterbed scene comes up during Nightmare on Elm Street. Youโre not expecting it, so you jump into his lap and bury your face in the space between his neck and shoulders instead.ย
Gareth bites down on his bottom lip hard. Harder still when your legs end up around his waist and he realizes that youโre sitting completely in his lap.. As in, you can probably feel the way heโs strained against his jeans. For a second or two, his hands linger awkwardly next to either one of your hips and he takes himself a deep breath. He tries not to think about the way it feels, the softness of your panties pressing right against the front of his jeans. The way your legs are squeezing the shit out of his hips currently or the way your deep breaths against his neck as you try to pull yourself together are both cute and not helping anything about his current situation.
โYou coulda warned me.โ you whine, your voice muffled by his skin. As you speak, your lips graze against his pulse. He can feel his heart about to beat right out of his chest and it almost feels like itโs coming up and any second, heโs gonna choke on it.
โItโs just a movie.โ he mutters, chuckling quietly. You pull away and pout at him. โI just watched a guy get murdered by a waterbed, Gareth.โ
โShh.โ he raises one hand, lets it settle against your face, โIf itโs too much..โ heโs challenging you, you can just look at him and tell.
If only you had a clue at all.
You lean in closer. Your lips bump against his. You can smell the popcorn youโve been sharing. See the greasy sheen butter left behind as it coats his lips.
As his eyes settle on your mouth, he licks his lips. His other hand finally finds a resting place against your hip, squeezing at it lightly when he can feel you start to squirm.ย
โWas tonight supposed tโ be a date?โ he asks.
You swallow hard and your eyes dart down, settling on the way your bodies meet as you sit in his lap. You laugh softly, a little too embarrassed to look up at him. But then he grips your jaw and makes you. โWas it?โ
โWell, yeah.. I was just..โ you trail off, smack his chest a little in frustration. โYouโre gonna be gone soon and Iโm so tired of feeling the way I feel but being too scared tโ act.โ you breathe it out in a rush. Gareth blinks, shock widening baby blue eyes. โWait..โ he points to himself as he frantically tries to put two and two together. โHow do you feel, hm?โ
โRemember when we were kids and I punched Tommy Hagan in the mouth after he tried tโ kiss me?โ you ask, tilting your head a little. Focusing on the front of his t-shirt, playing with the fabric to distract yourself. Gareth snickers. โYeah. The poor bastard got a bloody nose later.โ he admits, going quiet.
You look up at him, brows knit.
โAnyway,โ he coaxes, โWhatโs that got to do with this?โ
You cringe a little. โIf you kissed me right now, Gare.. I guarantee you wonโt get punched in the mouth.โ you mutter, a whisper by the time your words trail off.
โI wouldnโt, huh?โ he asks, gripping your jaw. Making you look him in the eyes again. Youโre burning hot all over and itโs not because of the muggy night heat.
โNope.โ you stumble over the word. Try to hold his gaze and pray to whatever God happens to be listening that your heart doesnโt beat so hard that it explodes.
Because it feels like itโs going to.
He loses control of himself entirely. Rocks up into you as his mouth moves in closer to your own. You end up laid back against soft and lumpy mattress and Garethโs body has your body pinned beneath his own. You whine and arch yourself up against him because the way youโd been getting friction up to this point was to squirm in his lap now and then. Feel the way his cock pressed up into your dripping, throbbing cunt.
โGood tโ know.โ he mutters as his mouth latches against your bottom lip, teeth tugging until he can feel it swell under pressure. You rock up into him again and he canโt stop the growl when it comes. Warning in a whisper against your mouth as his tongue slips in to find yours, โEasy, lil bit.. Youโre gonna start somethin.โ
โMaybe I wanna.โ you mutter, making him pause. Stare at you intently, fucking you with his eyes. โHm?โ he questions, the kiss deepening as his hands really start to wander, squeezing. Groping every inch of skin he can get his hands on. He bucks himself against you and you whine, the needy sound of it cutting through the air.
โI said.โ you breathe out, crashing your lips against his all over again as you pull him completely on top of you and wrap your legs around, โMaybe I wanna..โ
โFuck.โ he groans against your neck as his lips stray from yours to latch against soft skin there, โYou sure about that?โ
โPlease?โ you beg, one of your hands untangling from itโs rest against his neck to trail down, tug at the button on his jeans as you stare up at him.
That pretty little begging pout. The one heโs never been able to refuse.
The one thatโd get him to do anything, no questions asked.
His head drops, resting against the swell of your breasts as he tries to stop himself because he thinks he hears someone standing outside his bedroom door. Heโs dancing his lips over soft skin, staring down at you with lust-black eyes.ย
โI..โ you trail off. Because youโre afraid if you tell him youโve never actually done it before, heโs going to back out. And you want him to be your first. It has to be him, you made up your mind a long time ago.
You canโt imagine your life without Gareth Emerson in it.
โYeah?โ he mutters, softly pecking you on the lips.
โI havenโt ever like..โ you canโt just say it and itโs frustrating. You feel like an actual child, the way youโre hot all over, embarrassed heat burning at your skin. โI havenโt ever done it with anybody, Gare. I was um...โ you take a deep breath or two and grumble about the way words always seem harder before speaking up again, "I was waiting on... you.."
Gareth groans, ruts himself into you all over again, immediately going still when again, he thinks he hears someone standing out in the hallway. Heโs staring at the door intently, wishing that locking it didnโt mean he had to pull himself off you.
This is beyond every single one of his wildest dreams. He doesnโt want anything to happen and โwake him upโ. Because he has to be dreaming right now, he has to be.
Youโre pouting. Trying to rub against him, your lips pressing against his neck to mark him up. โWhyโd you stop?โ
โThought I heard somebody.โ Gareth tears his eyes off the door and looks down at you, giving you a little peck on the lips as he pries himself away from you. He opens his bedroom door, peeks out and closes it, satisfied that heโs just hearing things.
Then heโs wandering back over to the bed. Pushing you flat against his bed all over again as he settles himself on top of you again. โI havenโt either... because I was hoping..โ he admits quietly, his lips pressing against the bridge of your nose as he rubs himself against you clumsily. One of his hands creeps up the bottom of your dress and you whine out quietly. He stops, looking down at you. โAre you sure?โ he asks, taking a few deep breaths.
โPlease?โย you whine out as you arch into him because you can feel his hand settle against your throbbing cunt. โGare, just..โ your eyes flutter open and shut as your head falls back and he starts to rub a little harder, the clumsiness in his touch fading fast, โlove you.โ you gasp, a coil building in your tummy, โNeed you, Gare.โ
โFuck.โ he groans, rocking himself against you, his hand rubbing a little faster as his lips latch against your neck, sucking at skin harder. Determined to leave marks behind. โNeed me, huh?โ he mutters, chuckling quietly. โGonna make you feel so good.โ he promises, slipping his fingers into your panties.
As they curl inside of you, you whine and dig your nails into his shoulders. Thereโs too much keeping you apart. โBaby, I..โ you choke out as his fingers strum against a spot that sends you arching up into him, โI wanna feel you..โ
He wants to die right there, he realizes that heโs so focused on getting you ready for him that youโre both still wearing all your clothes. You slip a hand between your bodies, tugging impatiently at the belt loop of his jeans. When your fingers graze against his stomach as they work the button on his jeans free, he whines helplessly. Youโve freed the button and youโre tugging down the zipper. He wants the dress out of his way. Itโs pretty, you look so goddamn gorgeous in it, but he needs to see you.
Naked. Pinned beneath him with your hair all fanned out on his pillow.ย
He stops working at your cunt to slip his hand out of your panties and tug them down. His jeans are slipping down and you whine, blowing at hair as it falls in your face because youโre frustrated. You want his boxers out of the way. His shirt off.
You go for the hem of his t-shirt and he hesitates. This is met with you tugging harder while giving him that pleading little look. And Gareth is nothing if not nervous as hell. What if you get a look at him naked and itโs enough to completely kill the mood? What if youโre turned off by him?
โBabe.โ he complains.
โGare, pretty please?โ you beg against the shell of his ear. โIf itโll make you feel better Iโll let you undress me first..โ
He swallows hard, staring down at you when heโs got the nerve to look at you again. Peppering your face with little kisses. โReally?โ
โGareth, I want you. Just like you are. Donโt you want me?โ you question, the pleading look in your eyes growing even more. โFuck yeah.โ he answers, zero hesitation.
โYou really want me toโ.โ he nods down to the dress currently in his way. You laugh softly and nod. โYou always think too much. I said it was okay.โ
He starts to push the dress up, easing himself off you a little so you can sit up and he can pull it over your head. It settles on his bedroom floor. Your hands are shaking a little and your first instinct is to throw an arm up and attempt to cover your chest but he pushes your arm down, staring.
Gaping.
โYou.. there wasnโt a bra under it?โ he questions -the way he gapes at you makesย you snicker quietly, slowly working his shirt up over his head. It falls from your fingertips onto his bedroom floor and youโre too impatient to keep waiting, stripping off his jeans and boxers almost immediately after, not giving him even a second to protest.
ย You gently shove him against his mattress and he groans, bucking himself up into you. When your hand captures his hands and holds them against his pillow, itโs all he can do to keep from getting too loud. โCโmon, no fair.โ he pleads, pushing himself up to a sitting position and smirking as he does it.ย
โI wanted to touch you, damn it.โ heโs pushing you back against the mattress now, staring hard at your naked body. Taking it in. Because he can admit now, he dreamed about this very thing on more than a handful of occasions.
But it was a dream. This is very much real.
It's happening.
And as his mouth finds your mouth again and you whine and whimper, finally managing to get a hand free from the way his hands caught against yours to hold them still, you slip it down between your bodies, circling his thick cock.
Youโre clumsy, uneven with your strokes and not squeezing him like he can feel your pussy squeezing his fingers as he slips them back inside you deep, working you until youโre dripping all over them again. โ โS okay, babe.โ he coaxes. โYou can squeeze a little tighter.โ he bucks himself against your hand as it circles his cock tighter. Staring down at your as your eyes flutter open and closed each time he pumps his fingers into you. He canโt wait to feel you wrapped around his cock, squeezing the same way youโre squeezing the two fingers buried inside you right now. Youโre so wet thereโs a puddle forming below your body on his bed, making the navy color of his comforter a wet black.
Your pussy vises around his fingers as he finds that spot all over again. Youโre digging your toes into his mattress, arching up into him, helpless.ย
โYouโre gonna feel sโ fuckinโ good fโ me, pretty girl.โ he groans, rutting himself against your thighs.
You whine out louder, he buries his mouth against yours, kissing you to at least make an attempt to keep anyone from figuring out whatโs going on in his bedroom right now.ย
โShh.โ he cautions as the kiss breaks so you can both breathe, โGotta be quiet.โ
You nod but the faster his fingers work away at your cunt, the harder you suspect thatโs going to be. When he brushes against that spot deep inside all over again, you bite down on his shoulder a little and he almost canโt stop, he almost blows instantly.
โJesus.โ he groans out, staring down at you with a red face and hints of a cocky smirk, โyouโre real needy fโ me, huh?โ
โGare.โ you whimper, tears of frustration pooling at your waterline. Youโve been so close, literally right there, at least three times now and every single time, heโs backed you down from going over the edge. Youโre shaking. And all the teasing has you aching.ย
โLast chance tโ change your mind, pretty girl.โ he mumbles, lips nipping at your earlobe as he slips his fingers out of you and lines his cock up, dragging it between swollen wet lips, teasing at entry. All you can do is beg. Plead with him.
He stops when he feels you tense up. Kissing on you until he can feel you relax and start trying to rock your hips against him, your legs falling open wide.
He canโt stop staring down at you, taking everything about you in.
โJesus.โ he growls against your skin as he sinks in deeper and his hand grips your hip, angling it, โYouโre fucking squeezing me.โ
Youโre pinned below him, fucked out gleam in your eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks because youโre frustrated. Dying for your first orgasm.
โGive it tโ me, pretty girl.โ Gareth coaxes, dragging his finger over your bottom lip, leaving it quivering. โCโmon, fuck.. I need it.โย
You come apart, Gareth fucking into you, fucking you right over the edge as you shake and cling to him while you come undone. โSo fuckin pretty.โ he mutters against your skin softly. โMine. All mine.โ heโs squeezing your body with his hands, bucking into you fast enough that the headboard of his bed is now hitting the wall quietly. He raises an arm, grabbing at it to keep it still and hopefully, make it quieter. โWanna cum sโ bad.โ he mumbles.
โWanna..โ you whimper, back arching as his cockhead strums against your spot all over again, โWanna feel you, please..โ youโre begging for it, itโs the hottest thing heโs ever heard. It pushes him straight over the edge and heโs slamming into you, your tits bouncing, the chain around his neck banging against his skin with every single thrust into you. You raise a hand and curl your finger in the chain, using it to tug his mouth back down onto yours and this is it, he canโt take another second.
He melts himself down into you, lips everywhere, hands all over you as he fucks into you clumsier, slower and his kisses are sloppier. Messy and wet on your mouth as his hot release paints your insides.ย
He falls into bed beside you, spent. Breathing hard and fast. But he canโt take the absence of your skin against his so he pulls you on top of you, letting you settle there, draped across him.
All those fireworks heโd never seen any other time?
Exploding in bursts of color behind his eyes as he closes them. His arm snakes around you and his hand drags up and down your spine gently.
โWanna stay like this.โ you both yawn out at the same time, eyes heavy.
Weโre fanfic writers. We have no self-control, have 32 unfinished WIPs, and an have an emotional attachment to scenes that donโt even exist yet. ๐ฅฒ
Writer's own interpretation of canon characters. Absence of sci-fi / Upside Down + integral canon events -this is more a slice of life type thing, I do not fear. Teen dramatics, swearing, angst here and there, topics like teen pregnancy / affairs, etc mentioned. Kissing, eventually. Eventual filth -assuming I don't get bored of this and just stop working on it entirely, boys (billy and tommy, ofc) being kind of douchebags, tommy being a little jealous / v. possessive, steve's kiddos playing matchmaker with awkward and/or hilarious results, etc.. Nicknames and petnames galore. If I'm leaving her unnamed for ya'll -because trust, I almost made reader an oc.. - at least let me have nicknames/petnames.
Warning about reader/you: The reader for this is very, very specific and detailed. If this puts you off, please do yourself a favor and don't read this. The characteristics I've given reader/you are non-negotiable and as follows:
Reader is female. Reader is shorter than Steve/Tommy, think like.. 5'2 ish. Reader has long and curly hair -think 90's Mariah. Reader is a cheerleader but Reader is very much anti-popularity. Reader recently went through what others see as a 'glow-up' but Reader doesn't really acknowledge in anything beyond sarcasm / insecurities that have now stemmed from that. Reader has an older sister -the teen pregnancy mentioned vaguely in previous chapter, and an adorable lil niece named Ruby. Reader is a child of divorce / cheating - her father had an affair and is noted to be not such a good and hands on father -spoiler alert, he wanted boys, lol- Reader loves shopping and fashion and makeup but she's too lazy to make an effort most of the time. Reader wants to be a dancer / plans to make this a career. Reader is maternal af. Reader goes by 3 nicknames -eventually 4, but that last one is a good way off.. Those nicknames are teeny, tiny and pixie. Pixie is specific to Tommy only.
If any of the warnings here bother you, this is not the fic for you.
Word Count:
4.2k+
Pairings:
Mike x Will, endgame
Eleven x Max, endgame
reader x tommy, past - hints of present.
reader x steve, eventual endgame
robin x vicky, crushes, one sided
robin x nancy, eventual, endgame
Previous Parts:
act ii
Snippet:
โI thought Steve liked Robin.โ
โHe does.โ Eleven answers, glancing over at where the three of you are sitting, further up the row. She happens to catch him looking from you to Robin and then at the screen as he shakes his head and laughs at the way the two of you are tossing popcorn into each otherโs mouths. โWait..โ
โYeah? You saw the way he looks at _ too?โ Max asks, grinning. Eleven nods. โI think he likes them both.โ
You know your momโs talked to your father when you step into your house after a long day at cheer practice to hear Silver Springs blaring from the stereo in the kitchen.
Sheโs angry baking again, you sniff the air, stomach growling at the scent of her homemade brownies.
โMa?โ you call out, hoping she hears you over the music playing full blast.
Your mom lowers the radio and calls out to you. โTeeny? Are you home?โ
You saunter into the kitchen and grab a cup, running cold water into the tap. โYeah.โ you flop down into one of the brightly painted ladderback chairs.
โYour father wanted tโ know if you want to come for Christmas this year. We were figuring out the visits..โ she looks so sad. She always looks sad after sheโs had to deal with him.ย โHeโd really like it if you did.โ
You roll your eyes. โRiiight. Sure he would. So he can trot me around with his new family, pretend to be the perfect father.โ
โSweetie, he is trying harder.โ
โHe shouldโve tried before he fucked his secretary, ma.โ you donโt mean for it to slip out quite so blunt, but you still canโt just get past it. You donโt intend to, either. You are firmly on your motherโs side.. Because it wasnโt like he was actually involved as a parent before he walked out anyway, you think, whyโs he wanna start now?โย
โWill you at least think about it?โ
โNope. Not interested.โ you answer after not even half a second. You take a few sips of water and after the silence gets too much, you clear your throat. โIโm sorry, I just canโt, ma.โ
โI wish youโd try. He is your father.โ
You shrug. โMaybe if heโd bothered acting like it with me and Dawn before, Iโd be bothered tโ spend time with him now.โ you mumble. Your mom nods. โHe was taking care of us.โ
You snort in laughter. โHe was using work as an excuse to not be around, ma. I really wish youโd see that. I wish you wouldnโt defend him. He doesnโt deserve it.โย
โSweetie, you donโt understand the whole situation.โ
โI understand that he said for better or for worse and then he bailed.โ you shrug, going quiet. โCan we just not talk about this, ma? Itโs kinda been a long day.โ
Your mom nods. โIt has. Iโll tell him youโre not coming next time he calls.โ
โBetter yet, let me.โ you smile at her. โIโll be thโ bad guy, ma.โ
โSweetie..โ
โI know what youโre about to say. This is a bridge I think I wanna burn.โ you insist. โI donโt care how much money he sends. I donโt care how many vacations or holidays he invites me to, itโs not gonna change the fact that youโre my ma. Heโs just.. Half of my genes. He never bothered gettinโ tโ know me or Dawn. I really donโt think he even liked us, ma.โ
โSweetie..โ
โBut itโs fine. Iโm dealing with it.โ you insist. Your mom studies you quietly.
After a second or two, she scowls at the ringing landline. โThatโll be your father or that little jerk Joey.โ
โGot it.โ you smirk and she laughs softly, shaking her head. โOne of us has gotta be rude, ma.โ you shrug as you slink over, picking up the phone.
Itโs Joey.
You wander out into the hallway, leaning against the wall. Waiting until he reaches a stop in his speech.
โIโm still done with you.โ you speak up, calm and firm. โI told you I wasnโt ready, asshole. You kept pushing me. I told you tโ knock it off, you didnโt. This is where we are now.โ
โAw, cโmon, babe.. I canโt help you went anโ got all hot on me anโ I couldnโt keep my hands off ya.โ
You roll your eyes. โYeah, well.. No is a full sentence, asshole. Just for the future, idiot.โ
โIce queen.โ he grumbles. โYโknow, teasing a guy isnโt right. Itโs not fair.โ
โThe fact that you think I was teasing you to begin with just shows me how stupid you are. If I wanted you, asshole, youโd have known it. Donโt call here again. Weโre done.โย
You laugh bitterly and slam the phone back down onto the hook just as heโs getting all worked up all over again, pleading for you to at least think about giving him a chance. Your mom is watching you when you wander back into the kitchen and flop down into your chair, you can tell sheโs been listening at the doorway.
โDo you wanna talk about it, teeny?โ
You shrug. โI had one boundary, ma.. The jerk couldnโt be bothered to stick by it. Itโs over.โ
โBut youโre hurting.โ
โAnd Iโll survive.โ you mumble, sighing as you shake your head. โJust once..โ you trail off.
โYeah?โ your mom sits down, taking a sip of her long-forgotten glass of tea.
โIโd like tโ meet a truly decent guy.. Yโknow, one who listens.. Who respects my boundaries and stuff. Who actually wants me for me, not because Iโm supposedly hot now.โ you roll your eyes and laugh. โCanโt trust any of โem, huh?โ
โOne day you will, sweetie.โ your mom coaxes. You laugh, the laughter dying away when you realize that yes, she does still somehow have a shred of hope left.ย
โI mean.. Even the boy I used tโ love so much in middle school and thought would never turn into an actual shithead turned into one, so Iโm kinda having a hard time believing that.โ you admit quietly as you finish off your glass of water.ย
โI promise.โ your mom gives you a little smile. โI might have.โ
As her eyes light up, you giggle. โOkay, Iโll bite..โ
โBobโฆ That sweet man who owns Radio Shack?โ your mom goes quiet, grinning like an idiot. And itโs the first time youโve seen her this happy - at least not romantically, in a long time.
Youโre trying to remember who sheโs talking about. You grin.
โNo way! I thought I picked up on a lil flirtation between you two when you went to take the toaster in to be fixed.โ your hand goes to your mouth and you laugh softly. โOkay, I need to hear everything, ma. Now.โ
Your mom smiles and shrugs. โWeโll see how it goes.โ
โMoooooom.โ you whine. โNo fair!โ
โA lady never kisses and tells.โ your mom answers, making you pout at her.
โNot even to her daughter?โ
โEspecially not to her daughter.โ your mom laughs and shakes her head. โWere you still going to meet Robin at the mall later?โ
โMhm.โ
โMaybe you could invite Tommy..โ your mom ventures and you shake your head. โI really donโt think thatโs such a good idea, ma..โ you go quiet. She frowns. โBut you two were starting to get close again at Rubyโs party this weekend.โ
โWe are, I justโฆ I love Robin, okay? Sheโs not comfortable around new people.โ
Your mom smiles and nods, opening her arms for a hug. โSuch a sweet girl I have.โ
You laugh. โYโknow some people might disagree with that.โ
โI donโt care.โ your mom smiles at you as the hug breaks. โIโm proud of you and your sister. I think I did a damn good job.โ
โLove you, mama.โ
โLove you too, teeny.โ
You wander into Scoops and get in the line behind a group of girls decked out in leotards and legwarmers. As they whisper back and forth amongst each other about how low King Steve has to have fallen, working at an ice cream parlor, you roll your eyes. You instantly recognize Nicole, one of Carolโs airheaded friends.
โItโs your turn, bimbo.โ you cut into their conversation, rolling your eyes as you nod to the counter. โCan you order and get the hell out?โ
Nicoleโs hand settles on her hip as she looks you up and down. โDid you seriously just..?โ she pops a bubble with her gum.
โYeah.โ you laugh. โI did.โ
โNic..โ Tina goes quiet under her warning glare. Nicole rolls her eyes. โScrew whatever Tommy said, I still donโt like this little bitch. Iโm not gonna be nice to her, either.โ
You yawn. โThe fact that you think I give a flying fuck is amusing.โ you shrug as you say it. โI donโt care. Iโd rather you stick to what Iโm used to.โ
โGood.โ
โGreat.โ you fold your arms over your chest, scowling at her as you shoo her, hoping sheโll turn around and order the ice cream she came for, get out of the way so you can get your ice cream fix for the afternoon.
Up at the counter, Steveโs overheard most of the little confrontation. And he canโt help but chuckle to himself as he listens to you putting Nicole in her place.
Oh, itโs not the first time, not by a long shot. Youโve never had a problem speaking your mind. Not even a little. Thereโs never really been a shy bone in your body.
,, itโs actually kind of hot.โ he thinks, pausing as he turns, sits down the scoop in his hand and holds out Ericaโs daily free ice cream. โYour orange dreamsicle, kid.โ
Erica smirks. โThank you.โ
As she makes her way past, you laugh softly.
Nicole, Tina and the rest of their little group takes their turn, catty muttered comments about how pathetic Steve Harrington has truly become under their breath the entire time.
โAt least heโs doing something productive. Unlike you airheads.โ you mutter, hoping to hell itโs loud enough that at least one of them hears you because honestly, youโre just over the little group being in your presence.
Your turn finally comes.
Steve is chuckling as you stop in front of him. โYouโre a little hothead, yโknow that?โ
โThey bring it outta me, Steve.โ you bite your bottom lip as your eyes fix on his mouth for just a second or two too long for your personal liking. You shake your head and laugh softly. โIs Robbie around?โ you ask, bursting at the seams to tell her who your mom has apparently been on a few dates with while you were at your grandparents.
โSheโs in back.โ Steve nods towards the back of the parlor. โI can go get her?โ
โNah, itโs fine. Iโll catch her in like an hour.โ you smile at him but he shakes his head at you. โNo, Iโll go get her. Itโs my turn tโ take a break anyway.โ
As he takes off his apron and the stupid sailor hat, you lick your ice cream cone, reading off the three new flavors theyโve added to the menu.ย
Robin wanders out, putting back on her apron. As you flop down into a chair nearby, she nods to your damp hair. โYou mustโve gone to the pool.โ
โMhm. I left because that idiot Hargrove wouldnโt take a hint and leave me alone.โ
Robin laughs. โMost girls would kill for that.โ
โIโm weird though, remember? I like my space. He had the actual nerve to grab my sunblock, Robbie.. Then he starts trying tโ put it on me? Like..โ you take a few licks of your melting cone, โExcuse me, man? Did I ask you tโ touch me?โ
Robin snickers quietly.
โ I heard the new cheer coach is a real battle axe.โ Robin sits down across from you, resting while thereโs nobody in the little shop.
โUgh, I swear to God.. If I werenโt so locked in on being a dancer, Iโd walk. Zero hesitation.โ you take a few more licks. โThat woman had the audacity to tell me I need to drop five pounds.โ
Robin gapes. โEw!โ
โYeah. I told her not a fucking chance. If I stay on the squad past camp Iโll be surprised.โ
โYou could just take dance lessons.. They opened that studio the next town over.โ Robin muses. You shrug. โIโm thinking hard about going that route.โ
โSo do it.โ Robin encourages. โDonโt spend another second miserable.โ
โIโm trying not to be a quitter. But I swear to God if she doesnโt breathe down someone elseโs throat, Iโm done. Because itโs like you said.. Why be miserable? Thatโll just make me hate dancing.โ
Robin nods. โExactly.โ
โSpeaking of campsโฆ Did you talk to you know who yet?โ you lean in, giggling softly as you ask the question. Robin cringes. โAn attempt was made.. A bad one, but an attempt all the same.โ
โRobbie, thatโs so badass! I told you it wasnโt that hard!โ youโre loud and enthusiastic, grinning brightly at your best friend. Robin is beet red, sticking her tongue at you. โI didnโt say it was a good attempt.โ
โOh no.โ your face falls. โWhat happened?โ
โI opened my mouth and instead of words, I squeaked.โ Robin hides her face and shakes her head. You laugh softly. โAww, this is so damn cute.โ
โOkay, what about you, hm? I heard a certain freckled prick was over at your house on Saturday?โย
You shrug. โWe talked. We kinda had to.. Was Rubyโs party, remember?โ
She nods. โJust like.. Donโt trust him, okay? Steve says heโs full jerk, no hint of this so-called sweet side you keep insisting he has.โ
โYou and Steve talk a lot.โ youโre teasing her gently. She shrugs, glancing back at Steve as he peeks around the corner. โMaybe heโs not as bad as the rest of โem..โ
โGirl.โ
โWhat? I just said maybe heโs not that bad.โ
โThatโs a doorway though.โ you mutter, making her laugh at you as she shrugs. โHe asked me to come with him, heโs taking these kids he babysits to see a movie later. I feel soooo bad.. Like.. If I were as bold as you Iโd think he was into me and heโs so barking up the wrong tree.. But heโs been through it and I donโt wanna add to that.โ
โHeโs strong. You can let him down easy sooner or later. I think he is into you. I know he is, actually.โ
Robin gapes.
You shrug. โYouโre hot.โ you smirk, staring her down. โIf I were into girls Iโd have locked it down when we were in likeโฆ 9th grade. Weโd totally be married by now.โ you make her blush and sheโs laughing, itโs the cutest thing. You smile at her. โIโm not lying, either.โ
โYouโre full of it.โ
โAm not!โ you insist, staring her down. As melted ice cream rolls down your arm, you raise it and lick it off. โAnyway, yeah.. When you do have to let the big idiot down, just be easy. I agree with you. He kinda went through it, what with Billy knocking him off his throne and Nancy Wheeler ditching him.โ
Robin nods and sighs. โIโm dreading it.. I mean, if he actually is into me.โ
You smile, nod at her. โI know. Itโs not fun. Like, not at all.โ
โHeyโฆ he did say you were cute.โ
โUh uh.. Nope.โ you shake your head. โIโm committed to myself right now. Until I figure out who I can actually trust and who is only into me because I suddenly and supposedly got cute. Which I still donโt see, by the way.โ you shake your head.ย
โOh come off it. Youโre hot, okay? Like.. Super hot. If I knew you were into girls..โ Robin laughs softly.
โWeโd be married.โ you answer, giving her a wink.
โI better go, let you get back to work.โ you stand, stretching. Grimacing at the way your arms ache from working them all day. Robin notices and gazes up at you in concern. โYou okay, tiny?โ
โYeah, just sore as hell. The coach decided she was going to work our asses off. Apparently, weโre all lazy or something.โ you shrug.
Robin laughs softly. โHey.โ she stops you as you turn and start to head out of Scoops, โYou should come with me? If I go with the dingus and his children..โ
You raise a brow. โI dunno, Robbie..โ
โAw, cโmon.โ Robin pleads. You rub your forehead. โWhat time?โ
โ9.โ
โWhat if Steve doesnโt want me around though? I feel like Iโd be third-wheeling you guys..โ
Steve speaks up, smiling at you. โItโs fine. I donโt really mind. The more, the merrier.โ
You give him a little smile that Robin clocks, files away to tease you about later on. As you tilt your head to look up at him, your stomach does this weird little flip.
โCool. Iโll meet you guys at 8:30. Iโm gonna do some more retail therapy.โ
Robin snickers. โGood grief, woman.โ
โI havenโt spent the old manโs lousy dad tax yet. I donโt want it sitting around, Robbie. Itโs only fair, right?โ
As you slink out, Steve chuckles.
โSheโs.. Interesting.โ
Robin laughs softly, shaking her head while Steve is still kind of staring at the door. โSheโs a handful, thatโs what she is.โ
โYeah, I kind of picked up on that.โ Steve muses, blowing out a breath as he finally takes his eyes off the door, thick digits raking through shaggy hair.
โWhat the fuck? Why is she so freaking stupid, ugh!โ -your little exclamation draws a glare from Nancy Wheelerโs little brother and Lucas snickers to himself. Steve canโt help the snort when it escapes and Robin nudges you, leaning in.
โBet you twenty dollars that she ends up dead by the end of this scene.โ
โWhy are we betting, Robbie? We both know itโs inevitable at this point.โ youโre scowling at the screen, โI just need her to be smarter. She's truly an idiot..โ you go quiet, shoveling popcorn into your mouth as you fix your eyes on the screen.
ย As Robin looks up right around the same time the killer bursts through the door with his axe, she jumps, hand flying to her eyes as her popcorn flies off her lap.
Steve looks at her in genuine concern and as you watch the two, you canโt help but feel angsty about it.ย
,, He might seem sweet but..โ your mind insists. This thought is overshadowed by the next one, ,, Poor guy.โ because any idiot can look at him and see just how down bad he is for Robin.
And on a deeper level, yes.. Maybe youโre feeling just a little bit of the old green eyed monster. But you bury it and you bury it quick, reminding yourself that youโre perfectly fine doing your own thing. That you need to have time to yourself, that you made yourself a promise not to jump from the frying pan back into the fire.
Because youโre sick and tired of the disappointment that always seems to come right along with it.
At one point, the girl with red hair nudges you.
โYeah?โ
โHey.. It was cool when you told my stepbrother to get bent earlier. Heโs not a good guy.โ
You nod. โYeah, I kind of picked up on that. Heโs not familiar with the word no, I take it?โ
Max shakes her head, laughs softly. โHeโs never heard it.โ
โYeah, that tracks.โ
โJust donโt let him win.. Please?โ Max asks, looking at you in concern. You nod and smile. โOh trust me.โ you lean in to whisper, โI donโt think youโre ever gonna have to worry about that one, cherry.โ
She laughs. Smiles at you. And as she turns her attention back to the screen, she happens to catch Steve looking away from you. She raises a brow and shakes her head, nudging her girlfriend.
โI thought Steve liked Robin.โ
โHe does.โ Eleven answers, glancing over at where the three of you are sitting, further up the row. She happens to catch him looking from you to Robin and then at the screen as he shakes his head and laughs at the way the two of you are tossing popcorn into each otherโs mouths. โWait..โ
โYeah? You saw the way he looks at ___ too?โ Max asks, grinning. Eleven nods. โI think he likes them both.โ
โYeah.โ Max agrees, stealing another look. Now the two of you are tossing popcorn into Steveโs mouth, the three of you laughing.
โBut which one does he like, like.. Like, yโknow, seriously?โ Lucas wonders as Mike hisses at all three of them. Lucas flips Mike off, scowling at him. Dustin glares at Mike and leans in, muttering quietly, โHe kinda told me earlier that he really likes Robin but he thinks ___ is kinda cute. Iโm trying to get the idiot to ask Robin out on an actual date.โ
โI dunno.. I kind of feel like maybe ___ is more the one he should ask. I just donโt think heโs Robinโs typeโฆโ Max muses, earning her a glare from Dustin which she shrugs off. โBesides thatโฆI like her, alright? And Steve needs a challenge. He needs a little frustration in his life. Iโve seen her around, trust me.. Sheโll keep him on his toes.โ
โOkay, fine.. You guys play matchmaker your way, weโll play ours.โ Dustin, Mike and Lucas smirk as they say it. Will, Eleven and Max smirk right back at the three. โFine. Game on. Iโm telling you, you dorks are wrong.โ
โMaybe none of us are right.โ Will muses, shrugging. โIf we butt in, weโre kind of taking the choice out of his hands.โ he points out, stealing some of Mikeโs popcorn. Mike scoffs. โYouโre not wrong, but.. If we leave it up to him,โ Mike nods, โHeโs gonna make the wrong one and then the idiot will get hurt and weโll have tโ deal with mopey Steve all over again.
โI just donโt know that itโs a good idea, Mikey.โ Will argues, pulling the popcorn theyโre sharing back into his own lap as he looks over at the three of you, โBut I get it.. I mean, kinda.โ
โWeโre still going to meddle.โ Max states, looking at her friends hopefully. โCโmon, me and Eleven are bored, we need some excitement.โ
โOkay.. We can meddle a little. At least try to figure out which girl Steve really likes.โ Will mumbles after thinking it over. โWe can at least nudge him in the right direction if we figure it out.โ
Mike snorts and rolls his eyes. โSteve likes anything with tits and an ass, duh. I donโt think the idiot actually has a type.โ
Eleven shrugs. โI dunno.. I think he does but he doesnโt even know what that is yet.โ
โYeah, well.. Heโd better not even think about it with my sister again.โ Mike grumbles.ย
Will rolls his eyes. โNance and Steve are done, stop being a baby.โ
โYeah but how do we know that?โ Mike asks, pouting at his boyfriend. Will laughs, reaching out to pat Mike on the head. โJust trust me, Mikey.. Theyโre done.โ
Tommy peeks through his bedroom curtains.ย
Thereโs still no sign of your car in the driveway. He grumbles to himself and makes himself step away from the window just as bright white headlights cut through the darkness.
He can hear Motley Crue playing for just a few seconds, the sound of an engine idling. Heโd been tensed up, he relaxes a little. He knows itโs you and you made it home because youโve been listening to the same Motley Crue cassette since your cassette player ate it at some point just before you left for your little trip to Florida.
Despite the fact, he wanders back over to his window, flopping down on the sill. He reaches out, grabs his pack of cigarettes and the lighter, carefully easing the window open.
Youโre just getting out of your car as he looks down and takes a drag. If your outfit is anything to go by, he has to assume you just got back from a date and this thought doesnโt sit right with him, the jealousy starts to rise within before he can stop it from happening and it brings a renewed sense of desperation right along with it.
Dark brown eyes settle on the swimsuit calendar tacked to the wall above his old desk in the corner, the date he has to leave town for college is circled in red permanent marker.
โI gotta do something, this is gonna drive me crazy.โ he mutters to himself in the darkness.ย
When he looks back down, youโve gone into your house. A quick glance upward shows that youโre in your room. Thereโs a hazy glow inside, your frilly sheer curtain and the tapestry you tacked over the top of it are pulled out of the way and youโre wandering around, a pale pink phone cord winding itself around your pretty little body with every step you make as you pace your messy bedroom and talk to someone on the phone.
You stop in your window, hand pressed against the glass. As he stares at you, he gets the feeling that youโreย staring right back. This is confirmed when you give him this little wave. He leans his head back against the wooden frame behind it and exhales, a plume of smoke dissipating into the darkness.
And for the second time in fifteen minutes, he reminds himself that he needs to do something. He canโt leave town with everything so unfinished between the two of you because itโs been eating at him for a while.ย
โTomorrow. Iโll start tomorrow. I can just go over, ask if she wants to hang out with me all day.โ he tells himself as he puts out his cigarette and flops across his bed after closing his curtains just a little bit better.
Writer's own interpretation of Tommy Hagan, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove + Steve's kiddos and others tbd. No sci-fi / upside down. Angst - a lil bit, Awkwardness of two former best friends 'reconnecting'. Swearing. Mentions of alcohol, drinking, house parties. Eventual filth -if I don't get bored of this and just stop working on it. Mentions of an affair -reader's father / teenage pregnancy -reader's older sister, in this chapter.
Heavily characterized / self-inserted reader, to an extent. These characteristics include but are not limited to: Reader is female. Reader is shorter than Steve/Tommy - think like.. 5'2 ish, Reader has long curly hair -think 90's Mariah curls, Reader is a cheerleader but she is v. much anti-popularity and a bit of a social butterfly. Reader is interested in dance and wants to make it a career path in the future... For now. Reader is v. maternal. Reader also likes makeup/shopping but is far too lazy to make any real efforts to look good most of the time. Reader is Tommy's former childhood crush/best friend / first love / neighbor across the street. Reader has a cheating father who rarely contacts her + an adorable little niece who will be a star in this + an older sister that is hinted to have gotten pregnant before finishing high school. Beyond this very specific description, the rest is up to you babes.
If any of the above is going to bother you, this is not the fic for you. I repeat.. if anything I've warned about above is a no from you.. Do not continue reading.
Word Count:
3.6k+
Pairing(s):
Reader x Tommy, mostly past-tense unless I decide to dabble here and there.
Reader X Steve, endgame, eventual
Robin X Vicky, crush / one sided
Robin X Nancy, endgame, eventual
Previous Parts:
right here
Snippet:
โI just want us back, pixie.โ he goes quiet, staring down at jean-clad legs.
You take a sip of your cherry Coke.
โMe too, Tom-Tomโฆ Me too.โ you finally admit, going quiet.
( TWO )
The line of cars parked at the curb in front of her house had Tommy peering out his bedroom window.ย
โWhat the hell is goinโ on over there?โ he wonders to himself.ย
Heโs a little worried, he overheard you telling that chick Robin -or was it Barb, the know-it-all pain in the ass?- that your grandpa wasnโt in the best of health and thatโs why youโd gone to spend part of the summer in Florida.
He reaches for the cordless phone on hisย desk, just about to call you when his mother knocks lightly at his bedroom door.
โThomas?โ
โYeah, ma?โ
โAre you busy, son?โ
โNot โtil 10, why?โ Tommy asks, grumbling to himself. He steps over to his bedroom door and pulls it open, leaning in the frame.
His little sister is standing on the other side with a huge brightly colored gift bag.
โWill you take Mari over to little Rubyโs birthday party, sweetheart?โ his mother asks, giving him an apologetic smile. โYou shouldnโt have tโ stay terribly long ifโฆโ she trails off. Mutters something about not understanding why heโs no longer friends with the pretty little girl next door who always used to come over and Tommy tenses up. โAsk her, ma.โ he mutters quietly, giving a shrug.
โCan you pretty please take me, Tommy?โ his little sister asks, grabbing onto the leg of his jeans dramatically. โPretty please with cherries on top?โ
He swallows down the lump in his throat and nods. โYeah. Iโll take yโ over, short stuff. Go grab some shoes, Iโll be down in a second.โ
He just needsโฆ A few minutes.
To get himself together. To make himself seem nonchalant, unbothered by the fact that the girl heโs always considered his girl, hasnโt spoken to him in years and suddenly, heโs gonna have to show up at her nieceโs birthday party and somehow, heโll have to be okay.
,, shit.. Guess I better find somethinโ else tโ wear.โ - dark brown eyes catch on his reflection in the mirror and he drags a hand over his head, blowing out a breath.
He strips off the muscle shirt and old oil-stained jeans heโd been wearing earlier to go out and work on his car, and he digs around in the hamper frantically. After tossing several articles of clothing onto the floor, his older sister Sage finds him sifting through a pile of clothes he hasnโt looked twice at, let alone bothered to wear.
She laughs softly, slinking into his bedroom.
โWhat?โ Tommy asks, giving his older sister a dirty look. She nods to the clothing pile. โHot date, Thomas?โ
โTold ma Iโd take Mari over tโ that kid Rubyโs birthday party.โ
Sage gives him a knowing smirk. โAnd ___, sheโll be there, yeah?โ
Tommy flips his older sister off. โYeah. And?โ he snaps. โItโs not cos of that, Sage.โ
โRiiight.โ Sage rolls her eyes. โSure itโs not.โ
The silence settles in and Sage speaks up quietly. โWear the white t-shirt and the darker blue jeans.โ
Tommy rolls his eyes but grabs the shirt and jeans his older sister is talking about. As heโs about to step into his bathroom and change, his sister clears her throat. โYโknow.. If youโd just confront her about ditching you back then youโd feel a lot betterโฆ Right?โ
Tommy mimics his sister. โYeah, well.. Iโd reallyย rather not.โ
โChicken.โ
He shrugs it off. โFine.. Since youโre gonna keep on my ass about it, Iโd rather leave it all hangin than have it beโฆโ - he hesitates on the word over, because he canโt even wrap his head around his life without her in it, even if sheโs just.. Kind of lurking there. Perpetually out of his reach and orbit.
Just knowing sheโs around if he wants to reach out, thatโs kept him going this long.
โAt least think about trying to talk to her, Thomas.โ his sister suggests before slinking out of his bedroom, letting the door bang shut softly behind her.
Tommy raises his middle finger at the closed door and takes one last look at himself in the mirror.
โ This is gonna have tโ work. Iโm not a fuckinโ prettyboy like Hargrove or Harrington.โ he mutters, slipping his feet into a pair of Converse.
He hesitates at his bedroom door for a few seconds to try and pull himself together. A deep breath or two later, he wanders down the stairs and into the living room, flopping himself onto his momโs sofa.
โYou ready, Mari?โ
His little sister nods. โCan ya put my bow in straight, Tommy?โ she asks, holding out a bright red hairbow to her big brother. Tommy takes the bow and grabs the hairbrush sitting on the coffee table, nodding to the floor in front of him.
โHow about this, short stuff? Letโs fix your ponytail first, hm?โ he asks, pulling the elastic out of her hair, clenching it between his lips as he works his little sisterโs long, dark hair up into a slightly less crooked ponytail. As he finishes re-twisting the elastic into thick strands, she reaches down, grabbing her bow to hand to him.
Tommy fastens the bow into her hair and she spins around, throwing little arms around his neck. โThank you!โ
Tommy chuckles. โWe should probably get goin, huh?โ
โMhm.โ
He stands and his little sister climbs up onto the couch, grabbing hold of him so that she can climb onto his back. Tommy grabs the gift bag and they head out the door.ย
โ Don't freak out..โ
Nothing your older sister has ever said ends on a good note when she's leading with that. You put down your lip balm and spin around in your chair, brow raised. โYeah?โย
โMom and Mrs. Hagan were talking earlier andโฆโ your sister grimaces and pauses for what feels like a lifetime. In the meantime, your stomach is doing flips and youโre getting a strong feeling you know exactly what your sister is about to tell you. โOkay?โ you question, tapping your fingers against the top of your vanity desk, โAre you actually gonna tell me or make meโโ you trail off as it clicks. โShe didn't."
โRuby and Marisol are friendsโฆโ
โSo he's gonna be here.. like.. at the party?โ you ask, rubbing your forehead as you mumble and complain about the way your mom likes to butt in.
โMaybe he won't show up.โ your sister coaxes.ย
โMaybe not. A little kid birthday party isn't exactly his scene these days..โ you eye your reflection in the mirror critically, shaking your head. โCan't risk it, I'm gonna changโโ you're grabbing up a swimsuit top and shorts that make you feel lessโฆexposed, your sister stops you, shaking her head. โWear it! It's cute and Ruby is wearing the same color, she'll be sad if you change.โ
โI dunno.โ
โI thought you didnโt give a shit what anybody thinks anymore, hmm?โ
โFiiiine, but if my tits pop out or aunt Sandra says one word about my cute little tummy, I swear to God I'm haunting you when I die of embarrassment.โ
โFair enough.โ
Your mom peeks into your room grinning. โGuess who came to see you, Teeny?โ
โI see him standing behind you.โ you give Tommy a little wave. Your mom is grinning ear to ear. โWe'll just leave you two alone.โ she nods to your older sister who smirks at you on her way out.
Tommy lingers in the doorway, arms folded.
โYou can come in.โ you're standing in front of him, head tilted slightly as you look up at him. He fills the doorway, making himself taller, with an arm raised. โYou sure?โ he finally asks as soon as he realizes he's staring too damn hard and drifting too damn close to you. You step a little closer, grimacing as you look up at a fading black eye.
โThe other guy looks worse.โ
โMhm.โ you mumble. The air is thick, tension so high you can almost hear it hum in your ears. When your fingertips graze against bruised skin, he swallows hard, trying to rid himself of the massive lump that's formed in his throat all of a sudden.ย
โWhat happened?โ you ask, pulling your hand away.
โHargrove wouldn't shut his fucking mouth earlier.โ
You raise a brow. โOh.โ
He steps closer to you. Gives you an awkward smile. โBet you're glad the braces finally came off, huh?โ
You laugh quietly and you nod. โYeah, having a mouth full of metal really bites.โ
The shared laughter dies and even though you don't want to, you step away a little, pulling him into your room. The door bangs shut behind him softly and Tommyโs eyes dart around as he acquaints himself with your room all over again.
He spots a stuffed black cat he won for you at a carnival back in 7th grade as heโs looking around. He wanders over and picks it up, turning it over in his hands. โYou still have this?โ he asks, looking up at you as you apply your mascara.
You meet his gaze in the mirror. You smile and nod. โDuh, was I gonna just throw away a perfectly snuggly stuffed animal, Tom Tom?โ
The old pet-name slips out before you catch it. You cringe a little, laughing softly at yourself. โSorry..โ
Tommy grins a little, shrugging it off. โItโs not a big deal, pixie.โ
He says itโs not a big deal. Then he goes and uses the nickname you havenโt heard -or allowed- anybody to use in literal years. While heโs stood in your bedroom, all freckles and dark,deep eyes.. Broad shoulders and that fucking smirk.
You feel like youโre going to melt inside.
You take a second or two to pause before you apply another coat of mascara because thereโs this little shake to your hand and you donโt trust yourself not to mess it up.
โYโknow you can sit down.. Right?โ you finally speak up just as the tension is reaching a fever pitch and you canโt take another second of it.ย
He eyes your bed with itโs rumpled leopard print sheets and pink comforter for a few seconds. Youโre staring so hard that you see the smallest bob of his throat as he swallows hard.
You laugh and shake your head. โOr just stand there. Itโs not gonna take me much longer.โ
Instead of flopping down on your bed, he wanders over. Stops behind the pink velvet covered chair youโre sitting on with one hand at the top of the back of it. โYโknow you donโt need all this crap..โ he gestures to your makeup, โRight?โ
โNo,but..โ you smirk as you lock eyes with him in the mirror, โI like it.โ
โJust seems like a hassle tโ me, pixie.โ heโs close enough that the warmth of his breath tickles your neck, staring at the two of you in the mirror. You shiver a little and he chuckles quietly. โEverything okay?โ
โY-yeah.โ you answer quick. Maybe a little too quick. โJust peachy, Tom-Tom.โ
The scent of cologne, his apple shampoo and the faintest trace of cigarette envelopes the space between the two of you and you want to punch yourself right in the face because it practically has you swooning.
,, I have got to get a grip. I know how he is now, heโs not the same Tommy anymore.โ - the thought prompts you to steel yourself.. Or at least do a little better job attempting to. At least youโre trying until the other side of your mind weighs in, ,, But what if he is. What if heโs just buried it? What if..โ
You finish your mascara and stand because you have to get out of your room. The walls feel like theyโre about to close in on the two of you and the air is way too heavy. Thereโs too much silence, too many things you want to say but are afraid to..ย
He isnโt expecting it so this puts you body to body with him as soon as heโs stepped away from the back of your chair. His hand grazes your hip, your eyes dart down when he doesnโt drop his hand.
And then he does and while heโs not paying any attention, youโre pouting to yourself about it.
โWe should uh.. Probably get downstairs.โ you manage to mumble, Tommy nodding in agreement as he walks over, opening your bedroom door and motions to the hallway. โAfter you.โ
As the two of you make your way down the stairs and out into your backyard, you can just feel that tension multiplying.
It feels like thereโs not enough air in your lungs.
โDo you think they talked?โ your mother asks your older sister as soon as she catches sight of you and Tommy. Your older sister shrugs. โYou do realize that people grow and change, right, ma?โย
โI know, itโs just they were always so cute together and Rosalie and I both feelโฆโ but your sister is already shaking her head. โSheโs gotta find her own person, mama. If itโs Tommy, great. If itโs anybody else, thatโll be fine too.โ
โI know, itโs just.. We know Tommy. He canโt be as bad as Joey.โ
โOr that little prick Dante, remember him?โ your aunt Marlene speaks up, sipping on a mojito. Sheโs gazing in your direction, watching the way you and Tommy interact with each other like a hawk.
โMom, sheโs a kid. We make mistakes, remember?โ your sister points out. Your mom sighs. โI know, I just donโt want her tโ end up like me..โ
โOr me.โ your sister gives your mom a wounded look as she takes a sip of her drink. โYou were thinking that, right?โ
Your mom shakes her head. โSweetie, no.. absolutely not. Paul is a sweet man.โ
โBut I did everything backwards.โ
โBut it works for you.โ your mom smiles and your sister relaxes, even if itโs only a little.
She glances over at you and Tommy, currently sitting on the grass. Neither of you seem to be talking. There seems to be a little awkwardness.
โI donโt think they talked.โ your sister tells your mom and your mom frowns. โI just wish I knew what happened, why they stopped being so close.โ
โDiane Perkins daughter happened, Ma. Thatโs precisely what happened to them. Tommy had a crush on Carol, Teeny had a crush on Tommy, when he started dating her, Teeny just backed off. And honestly, thatโs not a bad thing.โ
โBut to throw away a whole friendship?โ your mom questions.
โBecause she didnโt want to be forced to watch him change, ma.โ your sister mutters and your mom sighs, shaking her head.
She shares a laugh with your aunt. โI certainly donโt remember it being this complicated when we were kids, do you?โ
Your aunt laughs softly. โIt had its moments.โshe admits, going quiet.
โI bet our moms arranged this.โ Tommyโs thought shatters the current silence between the two of you. You gaze over at your mom and shrug, laughing. โMost likely.โ
โIโm pretty damn sure mine did.โ Tommy admits.
โI wonโt disagree in the case of mine, either.โ you mumble. โTommy, Iโ..โ you trail off, a soft Nevermind tacked onto the end of what youโd been about to say.
โWhat?โ Tommy asks, turning slightly so that heโs facing you.
You shrug. Pick at the pink polish on your nails. โ I miss being friends.โ
Tommy nods. Clearing his throat.
โMe too.โ
It stings a little because like always, he wants to be so much more than just your friend. Itโs the whole reason he's made himself believe choosing Carol was the right way to go. Fear held him back. It still does, otherwise he'd be going for it right now, while he knows he has your attention.
Truthfully, he thinks to himself, it was the easier way to go. Instead of trying, instead of taking the risk of losing the girl I really liked, I took the easy way out. And it hurt like hell in the end because now I kinda don't have either one of em.โ
โSo..โ you mutter. Thereโs even more tension between the two of you now and you canโt just sit next to him in it. Itโs got you on edge, almost folded into yourself.
โSo..โ
The two of you laugh quietly and you scoot a little closer before you can stop yourself.
โHowโs it feel to be done with Hawkins?โ you ask, going quiet. Tommy shrugs. โJust gotta get through college now.. Then itโs off tโ flight school, I guess.. Or the Marines, havenโt decided yet. My uncle and Tony both went that route.โ
You swallow hard, nodding.
He chuckles.
โHowโs it feel tโ know youโve still got one more year left, little girl?โ heโs teasing you, you roll your eyes and pout. โI am not a little girl.โ you assert, flipping him off jokingly. You go quiet and then you shrug.
โI guess itโs not so bad. It could be a lot worse.โ
โGonna miss your face next year, pixie.โ Tommy blurts it out before he can stop himself and there goes that swarm of butterflies in your tummy all over again.
โGonna miss your face next year too.โ you admit, going quiet. Heโs moved closer to you, youโre watching your niece and his little sister play with all the other little girls that your older sister invited for Rubyโs birthday.ย
โRemember when we were that little?โ you ask, nodding to the little girls. Tommy snickers quietly. โYeah.โ
โItโs so easy for them now.โ you muse, shrugging.ย
โSweetie!โ your mom calls you over and you pull yourself up off the grass. โYeah, ma?โ
โWhy donโt you and Tommy go and see if thereโs any ice cream at Big Buy?โย
You glance up at Tommy. He shrugs, grinning a little at your mom. Your sister smirks, looking from you to Tommy. โMaybe let Tommy drive, sis? Thereโs way too many cars parked at the curb to risk you behind the wheel.โ
โBite me, sis.โ you roll your eyes.
Tommyโs staring down at you, amused.
โShe almost made Coach Keller piss himself, actually.โ Tommy admits, laughing. You pout up at him and he chuckles quietly.
โIโm not that bad.โ
โYou almost hit the curb this morning, woman!โ Tommy laughs, teasing gleam in his eyes when he says it and you raise a brow. He chuckles. โI saw you earlier, trying tโ pull in after cheer camp.โ
โOh haha.โ you pout.
As the two of you wander back into the house to grab your keys, Tommyโs staring at you and he canโt stop himself from smiling.
Maybe this afternoon wonโt be the hell heโd been thinking before coming over.
,,Maybe, he thinks, if I play my cards right, I can get the nerve to do.. Something.. Before some asshole like Hargrove or Harrington beats me to it..โ
The adults are still downstairs, the group of little girls attending your nieces party have all crashed into a pillow fort Ruby begged you and Tommy to build for them. The two of you retreat to your room and you flop across your bed, reaching for the TV remote.
As the Miami Vice theme song starts, you can feel him staring.
โNot a word, Tom Tom.โ
He shrugs beside you, chuckling, grumbling under his breath about you and your daddy issues. You roll your eyes and turn slightly, giving him a dirty look.
โHa ha ha.โ
You stick out your tongue and the way it rests against your lips has him staring super hard for at least five seconds. To a point where you giggle all soft under your own breath and roll your eyes yet again.ย
โStick it out again, pixie.โ Tommy warns, holding your gaze intently. โI dare you. Go ahead.โ
You swallow hard because suddenly it feels like all the air in the room is gone and you canโt breathe. You laugh and shake your head. โNow why would I wanna go and do a thing like that, hm?โ
Tommy shrugs. โI thought you were the wildest girl at Hawkins High, though.โ
โMeh.. Depends on the situation.โ you shrug and laugh, reaching out to grab the television remote from between the two of you. Tommy sits there quietly, staring at the tv set as he wraps his head around how not horribly the day has gone so far.
And he canโt take another second, heโs gotta know. Heโs gotta know why you stopped talking, stopped coming around back in 9th grade.ย
He reaches out, prying the remote from your hand.
โWhyโd you ditch me?โ
You flinch just a little. Sighing as you take a few seconds. You need to choose your words wisely, you know this. After a long pause, you finally turn so that youโre sat facing him.
โBecause I loved you way too much tโ end up losing you. I knew that was what was going to happen because Carol and her friends, theyโreโฆโ you rub your face. โTheyโre the worst. They taint everything.โ
Tommy nods,mulling over your answer. Then the fact that you said you loved him hits and his mouth drops open.
โWhoa, wait.. You..โ he has a hard time getting words to come until finally, they do, โYou loved me?โ
โWith every cell in my childish body, Tom-Tom.โ - what youโre not saying is that to an extent, you still feel something. Itโs not clear and itโs not the same as before, but you never actually lost feelings for him back then.
Youโd just had your family torn apart by your fatherโs affair.. You couldnโt stand to stand back and watch your best friend, the boy you were in โloveโ with at the time twist himself inside out to fit in with Carol and the rest of the cool kids. You didnโt want him to feel like he was forced to keep you in his life, either.
You accepted it at the time as two people growing. Changing.
โLoving somebody isnโt childish, though.โ Tommy mutters. You nod. โI just want us back, pixie.โ he goes quiet, staring down at jean-clad legs.
You take a sip of your cherry Coke.
โMe too, Tom-Tomโฆ Me too.โ you finally admit, going quiet.
Writers own interpretation of canon characters ( Steve, Billy, Robin, Tommy and Steve's newly adopted kiddos, plus others as needed ), mutual pining /angst and eventual closure (Reader/Tommy), Billy Hargrove is an unapologetic douche nozzle, Tommy is a huge dickhead in parts of this, swearing, house parties, coming of age teenage drama type stuff, absolutely no sci-fi or upside down in the plot everything is normal here, hints of Steve's canonical crush on Robin, Steve being an adorable single mom, steve being an adorable awkward dingus without his king title, that goddamn sailor uniform, eventual filth -if i make it that far without getting bored of this, kissing, jealousy, making out, house parties... Eventual boy falls first/hard but girl falls harder, steve/reader endgame ( golden retriever! Steve and lowkey black cat!reader, she gives black cat to me idk why)..
Anyway. Now for the important warnings. Heavily characterized 'reader'.. If you're not cool with that, this is not the fic for you. I am trying to leave her/you as vague as I can, but the things listed below are absolutely non-negotiable.
Reader is heavily characterized for the most part, these characteristics include but are by no means limited to: female with long and curly hair, shorter than both Steve and Tommy ( the two lead males for this, shit.. i hate using that because poor Tommy is not gonna win this one like.. not even a little bit. ), she's Tommy's neighbor across the street/former best friend in the world, she's mouthy, a little antagonistic and sarcastic, a bit of an airhead at times, she's very anti-popularity despite being a cheerleader, there are hints at an ugly duckling past for her, maybe a little lacking in the confidence department, she's oblivious as fuck sometimes, very much maternal, she loves dancing and wants to be a famous dancer / choreographer when she graduates, reader has an adorbs lil 3/4 year old niece who will be a staple in this story, reader also doesn't give a flying fuck about fashion itself but she absolutely loves to shop, she loves makeup though.
If any of the above warnings are not it for you, this is not the fic you're gonna enjoy reading. I repeat, if you're not okay with the detailed warning above, you shouldn't read this. I'm not kidding.
Word Count:
7.5k+
Pairings:
past Tommy/Reader and a lil hint of present Tommy/Reader
Robin / Vickie - flirtation, one-sided crush.
Robin / Nancy - endgame, eventual.
Reader / Steve - endgame, eventual.
Previous parts:
None yet. If I get enough reaction / reqs to write more than this I'll throw the links here.
Snippet:
You glance down at the ice cream as soon as you realize honey colored eyes are a definite trap and as you study the various tubs lining the cooler between the two of you, he chuckles.
โYou live on Elm,ย right? Across the street from Tommy?โ
You nod. โYeah.โ you laugh softly. โHavenโt seen you around in a while.โ
Steve shrugs. โKind of not talkinโ to Tommy anymore.โ
You look up, glancing back at Tommy and Billy. Theyโre having a heated discussion in line a few people behind you and you sigh.
โYeah, heโs gone and gotten himself a real class act.โ you roll your eyes and Steve snickers quietly.
โNot a member of the Billy Hargrove fan club?โ
โNot even a little.โ you admit, glancing back at the two.
The sound of the Haganโs lawnmower draws you out of bed and over to your bedroom window just in time to watch Tommy peel off the t-shirt heโs wearing. As he tosses it onto the paved walkway nearby, you bite your lower lip and try to look away.
Youโre frozen in place. Staring way too hard.
Heโs oblivious, locked in and focused on the task at hand, pushing the mower in a line down the strip of lush grass close to the curb.
You havenโt spoken to Tommy in years. Unfortunately, this doesnโt stop you from being painfully aware of him. Unfortunately, this does nothing to kill the stupid, hopeless and very childish crush youโve always had on the slightly older boy next door.
And as you stand in the window of your bedroom watching him, youโre just a little more annoyed at yourself because you canโt seem to shake him.
Tommy stops to take himself a break and wanders over, falling out onto the paved walkway, guzzling down a bottle of water. And then he does something youโre not expecting.
He looks up. Right at your bedroom window.
In a blind panic, you fling yourself away and out of view, settling haphazardly into the velvet covered chair in front of your vanity table. As you try to pull yourself together and tell yourself that he wasnโt looking right at you, that heย didnโt just catch you staring at him like a little creep just then, your stomach twists.
Because you saw the little smirk, the nod he gave you.
Oh, he saw you alright.
โGreat.. Now I gotta spend my entire summer hidden in my bedroom.โ
Your sister clears her throat from the doorway of your room. โWhy?โ she asks, stepping inside. Letting the door close behind her as she leans against it.
โThat freakinโ prick next door just saw me staring at him.โ
Your sister snickers quietly. Grimacing a little as she flops onto your bed and sends at least four of the stuffed animals lined up neatly on the end of it flying into the bedroom floor. โTommy?โ she questions, the smirk she gives you a knowing one.
โYeah.โ you mumble.
โYouโre not over him already?โ your sister questions, a brow raised at you as she asks. You flip her off and shake your head. โUnfortunately, no.โ
โDidnโt he just graduate?โ
โWell, yeah.โ you answer, going quiet as it sank in, you wouldnโt see him around anymore. Rumor had him going to play basketball at a college upstate, and if he hadnโt changed his mind since the two of you were kids, heโd be heading out to basic training.. Or heโd end up working at his fatherโs car dealership in Michigan.
You shrug, staring down at your bare feet. โIf youโre gonna tell me how stupid or babyish it is, I know.โ
Your sister shrugs. โI didnโt say anything.โ
โYou donโt have to, Allie.โ you answer, glancing up at her. โI just need tโ get over him already. Heโs got a girlfriend, heโs gonna leave in the fall, heโs supposed to be going to State on a basketball scholarship. Besides,โ you sigh and laugh as you shake your head, โWe havenโt spoken in years. Me pining away for him is kind of pointless.โ
โNot really.โ
You look over at her, brow raised. She laughs softly. โWhen you two were little, you were like this.โ she crosses her fingers and holds them up, โand the heart wants what it wants. I was kinda surprised when I came home that first winter break and you werenโt going to your little Snow Ball with him.โ
You cringe.
โYeah, well.. I was gonna just go for it and ask him but Carol asked him first. And he was so happy, I just kinda..โ
โStepped back and let her win.โ your sister finishes for you. And youโre angry at yourself all over again for just giving up back in middle school.
Now youโre going to go through life wondering what if you hadnโt. And itโs too little, too late to rectify the situation.
At least you think it is.
Your sister smiles at you softly. โThe best way to get over him is tโ just live your life. Pretend like he doesnโt exist. Then maybe it wonโt hurt so bad when he leaves in the fall.โ she offers, pausing for a second or two. โOrโฆ hear me out.. You could finally be brave. Use this summer to at least try to reconnect as a friend. Because trust me.. Thatโs better than nothing at all.โ
You laugh.
โThat wonโt happen. Trust me. Heโs all โpopularโ now. He barely even looks at me.โ
Your sister shrugs. Studies you for a few seconds and laughs softly as she shakes her head. She could tell you that she caught him watching your bedroom window from his own when you wereย gone out with friends the night before and she came in to raid your closet but she knows how stubborn you are. She knows you wonโt believe her.
โI thought he broke up with Carol.โ
You shrug. โI wouldnโt know.โ
โLeanne said they broke up on graduation night. There was a big fight at her sisterโs stupid little party and Tommy took off with Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove.โ
โI wouldnโt know. I went to that party out in Beckerโs field. Tinaโs party was invite only anyway.โ you roll your eyes. โHer parties are always so lame, itโs not like I missed anything.โ
โApparently you missed that. Because even Donna confirmed the breakup. Just food for thought.โ your sister slips off your bed and wanders over to your closet, digging through it.
โYou have your own clothes, bimbo.โ you point out.
โYeah but those are in Ann Arbor right now. Weโre the same size. And your clothes fit better.โ
โYeah, maybe because you have thโ body tโ fill โem out.โ you grumble.ย
She tosses a pair of cutoffs and a cropped Coca Cola shirt at you. โGet dressed and downstairs in ten.โ
โDo I look like I wanna go anywhere before noon? Iโm goinโ back to sleep, Allie.โ youโre starting to get comfortable again, reaching for the book spread open on your nightstand.
โDid I ask you if you wanted tโ come?โ
โNo, but youโre not the boss of me, either.โ
โGet your ass up.โ
You know your older sister well enough to know that sheโs not going to leave you alone. โFine, okay, alright.โ
Your little niece rushes in, lunging into bed with you. โPlease, please will yโ come tโ the park anโ play with me? AND AND..โ your little niece claps her hands together excitedly, โMama said she take us to thโ mall!โ
You laugh softly and nod. โYeah, I might as well. Iโm awake now.โ
โGood. Iโm tired of seeinโ you all sad.โ your niece beams up at you and your older sister laughs. โSee? Even Rubyโs over you moping over a boy you really didnโt even like.โ
โI did like Joey.โ
โNot as much as Tommy.โ your sister argues. Your niece turns to look at you, giggling.
โYou like him?โ her eyes are as big as saucers when she says it. โHis little sister is my friend!โ
You shoot your older sister a dirty look, mouthing โGee..thanks. She canโt keep a secret tโ save her little life, Allie.โ as your older sister shrugs it off.ย
โTen minutes, ___. If youโre not downstairs, Iโm coming back up tโ drag you down.โ
Tommyโs staring at your bedroom window. He canโt seem to stop himself lately, thereโs this itch to go over, confront you about the way you just stopped talking to him at all back in middle school.
Heโs so caught up in staring, imagining what mightโve been if he hadnโt just given up back then. He completely misses the fact that Billyโs Camaro comes to an abrupt stop in the driveway behind his own car. Billy slams the door and wanders over, flopping down onto the walkway next to him.
โWhat are we starinโ at?โ
Tommy nearly jumps out of his skin and he whips around to look at Billy, glaring. โDo yโ have tโ slip up on me like that?โ
โLike you didnโt hear my car.โ
Whenย Tommy gives him a blank look, Billy snickers quietly. โYou were zoned out.โ
โI wasnโt.โ Tommy argues, but heโs already staring up at your bedroom window all over again. You start to peel off your shirt and Tommy bites back a groan.
Billy lets out a low whistle, nodding to where you stand in the window as he grins. โDo we know her, Hagan?โ
โShe used tโ be my best friend..โ Tommy goes quiet for a second or two. โShe kinda stopped talkinโ to me at all when we hit 9th grade.โ
โDamn shame.โ Billy mutters, nodding to the window again, โYou coulda introduced me.โ
The look Tommy gives him is angry, jealous enough that just this once, Billy realizes Tommy Hagan has one very firm boundary.
That boundary is you.
โCโmon, man. We were gonna go check out Starcourt. I heard Harrington got a job there or some shit.. Donโt you wanna go make his life a living hell?โ
โOkay, alright, fiiiine.โ Tommy grumbles even though going to Starcourt Mall is the absolute last thing he feels like doing.
Just like you figured, Starcourt Mall is packed. Everybody in town is here for the grand opening. You give your older sister a dirty look as you climb out of the passenger seat of your momโs old station wagon.
โUgh.โ you grumble. โThere are so many people here.โ
โMhm.โ your sister teases, grinning at you, โIt is kind of the grand opening, sis.โ
โI wanna go to the toy store!โ Ruby chimes in, grabbing hold of both your hands as the three of you hurry across the parking lot.
You spot Tommy and Billy Hagrove and for a second, youโre frozen. Staring at him like an idiot.
Your sister rolls her eyes and laughs. โCโmon, space cadet. Weโve got shopping tโ do.. Paul gave me his credit card before he went back to Ann Arbor on Saturday.โ
You laugh and roll your eyes. โHe trusted you with his American Express?โ
โWell duhโฆ I do have tโ get our house ready to move into.โ
โIt must be nice, the whole trophy wife thing.โ you mutter, giving her a teasing smirk. Allie laughs and shrugs. โLook, I canโt look at bare walls and shitty secondhand furniture another second, okay?I will lose my mind.โ
โFair point.โ you muse as the three of you wander into the mall. You spot the ice cream shop at the same time as your little niece.
โMommy! Ice cream!I want one, pretty please?โ
You spot your best friend Robin inside. โI can take her over. I wanna say hey to Robin. Give her hell about her stupid uniform.โ
Your sister pretends to think it over. โOkay, alright. Iโm gonna go find Paula and Leanne anyway, theyโre supposed to meet me here. Weโre gonna be in the Wicks N Sticks, I think.โ
โWant me to keep little bit?โ you ask and she smiles gratefully. โYeah, I donโt want her to see her D O L L H O U S E and B A R B I E S before this weekend.โ your sister spells out your nieceโs birthday present and you roll your eyes, laughing. โWe can meet up in the Food Court in like.. Two hours. I wanted tโ go into a few stores since weโre here.โ you shrug.
โBe good for aunty, lil bit.โ
โPromise.โ Ruby grins brightly. As your older sister wanders off to meet up with her old high school friends, you pick up Ruby.
โOkay, ice cream first.โ you smile and laugh when Ruby nods her head vigorously. โI want butterscotch.โ
You laugh. Tap your lip thoughtfully. โGee, I dunno,Ruby.. What if they donโt sell that?โ
The two of you walk right past Billy and Tommy and as you do, Tommyโs gaze settles on you, lingering. Billy bites his lip, doing his own staring as you disappear into the crowded ice cream parlor.
โIf youโre gonna keep being a little bitch, Hagan.โ Billy chuckles as he starts to follow you into the ice cream parlor, โIโm gonna go for it.โ
Tommy swears under his breath and catches up to Billy, grabbing him by the back of the faded orange button up shirt heโs wearing. โNot gonna happen, Hargrove.โ
Billy smirks. โYou really think youโre gonna stop me, Hagan?โ
โNope.โ Tommy makes himself taller, stepping up to Billy calmly, โI know I am.โ
โRight.โ Billy sneers. โWeโll just see.โ
With the battle lines drawn, the two of them wander into Scoops,getting into line right behind you and Ruby.
Robin spots you and tosses her apron onto the counter, slipping out from behind the counter. Steve glances up from making Erica Sinclair her second caramel vanilla cone of the day and watches as Robin slips up on you, lurking behind, slipping her hands over your eyes.
You shriek and whirl around, glare softening as Robin grins.
โYouโre out of bed early.โ
โSheโs gonna take me to thโ toy store!โ Ruby exclaims. โYou can come too, Robbie!โ
โLil bit, she canโt.โ you laugh softly, โSheโs working right now.โ
Robin speaks up quickly. โBut I totally can later.โ
โYay!โ Ruby claps chubby little hands together. Sheโs starting to get a little heavy but you donโt dare put her down, sheโs at the age where if she sees something she wants to look at a little closer, sheโll dart off with no hesitation.
You settle her onto your other hip and she leans her little head against you.
โGirl..โ Robin gives you a once-over and pretends to tug at the collar of her shirt. โYouโre actually kinda hot.โ
You can feel heat rising to your cheeks as she says it and you laugh, shaking your head no. โAm not, oh my god.โ
โYou are.โ
You roll your eyes. โNope.โ
โVickie was just in here.โ Robin mentions casually and you tap your foot, impatient to hear more details. โWell?โ
โI was giving her the change back for her sundae and I couldnโt even form a sentence!โ Robin grimaces, shaking her head. You laugh and smile. โFirst of all, you gotta relax, Robbie. I mean, I get it..โ youโve just caught sight of Tommy and youโre staring just a little.
Robin notices and wrinkles her nose. โOh no. Nope, absolutely not. That guy is a jerk.โ
You sigh and nod, agreeing. โI know, I know.โ you mumble. You turn away from him and happen to glance at the menu above the counter. Snickering quietly as you catch sight of Tommyโs former best friend all decked out in the same ridiculous uniform that your best friend is currently wearing.
โHarrington works here?โ you ask, gaze lingering on the broad-shouldered boyโs turned back for a second or two. โI thought his parents were like.. Loaded.โ
โHis father got him the job, I think. Heโs old friends with our boss.โ Robin shrugs. โHeโs such a dingus. I thought heโd actually be like.. Cooler? Since heโs King Steve?โ she air-quotes the words as she laughs and shakes her head, โHeโs bombed out with sooooo many girls, heโs so cheesy.โ
โInteresting.โ you mutter, tearing your gaze off of Steve for a few seconds. You shift Ruby back to your other hip and tap your lip thoughtfully. โI think Iโm gonna get the strawberry shortcake ice cream, lil bit.โ
โOooh.. I want it too!โ
Robin laughs. As her name is called, she rolls her eyes and blows at a strand of blonde. โGuess I have tโ actually get back over there and work.โ
You nod. โHey.. Wanna meet up later? We can go to the pool or something, I donโt know.โ
โYeah!โ Robin smiles, nodding. As she disappears behind the counter and ties back on her apron, you and your niece get back into line behind Tommy and Billy.
When Ruby grins brightly up at you, your stomach churns. โRuby, no.โ
โBut..โ
โNo, Ruby.โ you shake your head firmly. โNot a good idea, lil bit.โ
,, I am not..Nope, Iโm not gonna deal with either of them being a prick when sheโs being all sweet and trying to talk to them and theyโre jackasses about it. Because theyโre popular and thatโs what all the popular kids seem tโ do.โ you think to yourself.
But Ruby is just barely 4, itโs not like she can even begin to grasp that concept just yet.
And this is precisely why when she taps Billy on the shoulder, you tense up all over. Billy whips around, the glare on his face melting off, turning into an almost sleazy grin as his eyes flit over you.
Tommy swallows hard, locking eyes with you.
โHey kiddo.โ Tommy gives your little niece a less than enthused smile and fixes his gaze on you intently. โ___. Hey.โ
โHey.โ you mutter, struggling with the word for just a second or two and in that second or two you manage to beat yourself up a thousand times over it.
Ruby grins. โI like your earring, sir!โ sheโs all grins as sheโs talking to Billy.
Billyโs caught off guard. He chuckles. โThanks.โ his gaze settles on you. โTommyโs an asshole, I guess heโs not gonna introduce us. Iโm Billy.โ
You want to roll your eyes. You almost do but you stop yourself. You nod. โWe had Creative Writing together, actually.โ
Billy chuckles. Stares at you a little harder. โYeah, I remember now.โ
,, ugh, heโs such a sleaze. Tommyโs his best friendโฆโ - the thought comes and you shove it down because you refuse to believe that Tommy, your Tommy has changed so drastically that he could be like that now too.
Tommyโs tensed all over, a jaw clenched so tight that it flutters. Heโs glaring daggers at Billy while Billy is in charmer mode but itโs like heโs invisible.
,, just like always,โ Tommy thinks, ,, this prick knows what I said and heโs still gonna go there.โ - the thought prompts him to clear his throat. โAre we gonna get our ice cream and piss Harrington off for the day?โ he asks, giving Billy a pointed glare.
Billy glares right back, making himself taller. Sensing the silent warning in Tommyโs words and deliberately going against it. โIโm kinda talkinโ here, Hagan.โ
โMe and Ruby need tโ go.โ you canโt take another second near Billy, itโs a combination of the aftershave - or the way he also reeks of douchebag, another second. โMind if we just scoot in real quick, Billy?โ you use the fact that heโs being a creep to your advantage, flashing him what you hope is your best sweet smile as you step around the two and up to the counter.
Robin nudges Steve and nods to you. โHey, youโre up, dingus. I got the last six people. Iโm on a break right now.โ she slips off her apron and lays it down on the counter, giving you a playful wink as she disappears into the back of the store.
โHey, Iโm Steve, Iโll be your captain today.โ by the time heโs said this, youโre snickering. You can see exactly what Robin means by her earlier assessment of working with King Steve thus far.
โIโm Ruby.โ your little niece introduces herself and grins. You laugh softly and shake your head.
,, yep, you think to yourself, my niece is definitely her motherโs daughter.โย
Steve grins at the little girl with the crooked and messy ponytails. And then he glances over at you.ย
He knows exactly who you are. Youโre Tommy Haganโs neighbor. You used to be his best friend and at one point, Steve suspected that Tommy mightโve had a thing for you.
โHey.โ heโs not as boisterous as he was just a few seconds before. You smile and laugh softly. โHey.โย
You glance down at the ice cream as soon as you realize honey colored eyes are a definite trap and as you study the various tubs lining the cooler between the two of you, he chuckles.
โYou live on Elm,ย right? Across the street from Tommy?โ
You nod. โYeah.โ you laugh softly. โHavenโt seen you around in a while.โ
Steve shrugs. โKind of not talkinโ to Tommy anymore.โ
You look up, glancing back at Tommy and Billy. Theyโre having a heated discussion in line a few people behind you and you sigh.
โYeah, heโs gone and gotten himself a real class act.โ you roll your eyes and Steve snickers quietly.
โNot a member of the Billy Hargrove fan club?โ
โNot even a little.โ you admit, glancing back at the two. Steve notices how your gaze lingers on Tommy and he almost feels bad for you.
Tommyโs a jerk now, he thinks, I hope she realizes it before she gets too attached or anything.
You roll your eyes when Billy looks up and right at you. This is enough motivation to get you turning around. You smile at Steve. โI think weโre gonna get strawberry shortcake cups.โ you glance at your niece as she nods her head and laughs. โI want strawberry!โ
Steve chuckles. โSheโs a little cutie.โ
You smile softly at Ruby. โOh trust me, Steve.. Sheโs fully aware of this. Uses it to her advantage.โ - you're teasing, hugging Ruby a little bit as you smile at her. โSheโs gonna be my little buddy today, my sister ditched us.โ you roll your eyes, glancing back at Steve. โSheโs got my brother-in lawโs credit card.โ
Steve chuckles. โThat sounds awesome.โ
You smile and nod. โIt is. Iโm gonna take her shopping.โ
Ruby squirms around in your arms excitedly. โBarbies?โ she asks hopefully. You laugh. โWeโll see, lil bit.โ
โTwo strawberry shortcake cones, cominโ right up.โ Steve scoops the ice creams into your cones and holds them out to you. You take yours and hand your niece her cone.
โDonโt get that all over me, lil bit.โ you tease gently as you take a lick and groan. โOoh, this is so good.โ
Steveโs eyes linger just a little too long at the way your tongue moves over the icy treat. As you wander over to pay at the register, he tugs at the collar of his uniform.
On the other side of the counter, Tommy clears his throat. Chuckles as he gives Steve a firm warning look. โDo you really think sheโs gonna go for some loser in a sailor suit?โ
But thereโs pleading in his former best friendโs eyes. Silent begging because deep down, Tommy isnโt as secure as he seems. Steve shrugs. โDid I say I was interested, Hagan?โ
โLooked like you were tryinโ tโ flirt just now tโ me, Harrington. Sheโs off limits. We talked about this already, man.โ
And as he says it, Steve feels this surge of annoyance. It prompts him to smirk as he meets Tommyโs gaze. โYou donโt own her, man.โย
Billy smirks. โYou couldnโt handle her, Harrington. Trust me when I say this.โ he nods to you, licking his lips. โSheโs not thโ little prisses youโre used to. Stick tโ those.โ
Steve rolls his eyes. โAsshole.โ
Billy shrugs off the name. โJust beinโ honest, Harrington.โ
โHeโs not wrong, Harrington.โ Tommy gives Steve a solemn look. โDidnโt you fumble Nancy? Didnโt she break up with you for that weirdo Byers?โ
โFuck you.โ Steve scowls, giving Tommy a wounded look. โDidnโt Carol dump you for some asshole in a fraternity, though?โ
Tommy's entire body tenses. His jaw clenches tight. As the anger clouds dark brown eyes, he smirks. โSheโll be back. She always comes back, Harrington.โ
Steve laughs and rolls his eyes. Because heโs spoken to Carol lately and he knows Carol is gone for good this time. That sheโs been messing around with this new boyfriend for at least three months behind Tommyโs back.
Because sheโs gotten sick of the way Tommy acts lately too.
Youโre just wandering past Scoops Ahoy for the second time when Robin spots you.
โI told you he was a dingus.โ
You laugh and nod. โIโm actually kinda underwhelmed.. He was seriously the king of Hawkins High? I mean.. The way all the girls have always swooned, I thought he was a golden god.โ you shift your Lovelace Lingerie bag from one hip to the other.ย
โOh my god!โ you remember the swimsuit you bought yourself on a whim just now, โIโve gotta show you my bikini, Robbie!โ
Robin laughs and takes some of your other bags as you dig through the pile of lacy and frilly bras and panties to pull out a blinding pink swimsuit with a high cut bottom.
Robin tugs at the collar of her sailor suit. โHoly hell.โ
โYou gotta go check them out. Theyโre practically giving their stuff away, thereโs some grand opening sale.โ
Robin snickers quietly. โI thought you didnโt like shopping, though.โ
โYeah, when Iโm broke. My father sent his annual โguilt moneyโ last week.โ you laugh and shrug, the laughter dying off as you go quiet. โAt least he still does that.โ
Robin slips an arm around you.
And then she remembers her own little juicy gossip.
โOh my god, you missed it earlier.. The girls from that Jazzercise studio came in, right? Steve made such an idiot out of himself. I couldโve peed myself laughing. It was so ridiculous.โ
You laugh and nod. โOh I bet. Did he use the whole โcaptainโ spiel? Because he used it on me and lil bit earlier. I wouldโve laughed but it was kinda cute. I mean, corny but kinda cute.โย
Robin notices that Ruby isnโt with you anymore. โWhere is little bit? I was gonna tell her that they have fairy wings at Claires.โ
You grin. โShe already found โem. Immediately hit me up for a pair. And a little matching tutu.โ you happen to catch sight of Tommy and Billy nearby, standing in front of the movie theater. You turn away quickly when Billy gives you that sly grin and stares just long enough to make it uncomfortable. โUgh, what do girls even see in that creep?โ
Robin follows your gaze and shrugs. โIโm guessing it has something tโ do with the fact that if you squint he looks like a generic Val Kilmer? Or Rob Lowe?โ
โYeah, that tracks.โ you laugh and shake your head. โI swear heโs been popping up all day, itโs weird.โ
Robin grips your forearm dramatically. โOh god, this is it. This is how they suck you in and turn you into a pod person overnight!โ
You laugh, snorting as you do. โIโd honestly rather die than be popular. I truly would. It seems like way too big a hassle. Then Iโd actually have tโ give a shit about how I looked or what anybody thought and.. No. Nope.โ you shake your head as the laughter dies away and the two of you straighten yourselves up, โNot worth it. Not at all.โ
โNot even a little?โ Robin asks, eyeing you skeptically. โDidnโt you try out for cheer at the end of the year though?โ
โYeah because they cut funding for my dance team.โ you frown and roll your eyes. โOnly because Mrs. Cunningham is on the board and her stupid husband owns the half of town our slimeball mayor doesnโt own. She canโt parade her precious daughter around like cattle if thereโs no award winning cheer squad now, can she?โ
Robin laughs, shaking her head.
โItโs whatever. I know the dance team was better anyway. But if I wanna be a dancer or a choreographer one day, I canโt lose my edge. Cheering is better than nothing, I suppose.โ
โUntil they turn you into a pod person.โ Robin is teasing but you can just look at your best friend and tell sheโs a little scared. You shake your head.
You scoff at her and clutch at your chest dramatically. โYou mean you donโt think our pact was for all eternity?โ you laugh softly and bite your lip as you step closer to her. โIโm not goinโ anywhere, okay?โ you mutter. โI promise.โ
Robin nods, a little relieved.
โWhenโs the week of sheer hell start?โ you ask, referring to band camp.
โNext Monday. I amโฆ so not looking forward to certain parts of it. What about airhead camp?โ she asks, smirking at you. You grimace. โUgh, you had tโ fucking remind me I have stupid cheer camp bright and early starting Monday.โ
โAt least weโll be together.โ you both say it at the same time and laugh. As the laughter dies away, you move to sit closer to her on the bench, leaning against her side. โI canโt believe weโre almost free.โ
โI canโt wait. Itโs gonna be so nice not to wake up and be forced to go sit in a glorified snake den all day every day.โ Robin sighs dreamily. โIโll be in college. Maybe Iโll even be brave enough to finally talk to her.โ
โIโll be going to every audition I can go to. Working. We can hang out every weekend and I finally wonโt have the ridiculous 10pm curfew.โ you smile, soft and faraway. โWe just have tโ survive this crap one more year.โ
Robin laughs and nods.
โWhat are you doing later?โ she asks, scooting away and turning to the side to look over at you. You shrug.
โBefore or after my show?โ
โAfter.โ Robin teases gently, โWhat kind of animal would dare come between you and drooling over Don Johnson?โ
You playfully swat at her arm. โNothing.โ
โWanna come over? We can rent some movies, have a sleepover.โ
You smile and youโre already nodding before she finishes pitching the idea of a sleepover. โOh my god, always! Hey, maybe we can finally figure out how youโre gonna make your move with you know who.โ
Robin laughs and shrugs. โYou know itโs not as easy as you make it soundโฆ Right?โ
โIt is, though?โ
โNot all of us are totally fearless like you, midget.โ Robin reminds you. You laugh and smirk at her. โYeah, well if she doesnโt see how great you are and how lucky sheโd be, sheโs clearly an idiot and you donโt need her, woman.โ
โItโs still not that easy. Yโknow how close-minded people in this dump are.โ
โTrust me.. I know. I donโt give a shit about them or their shitty opinions, but I know.โ you nod, going quiet for a few seconds. โLook, either way.. You could start tโ get to know her. Make friends with her at band camp. Thatโs easy, right?โ
โIf I can ever get up the courage to not choke on my words around her, yeah.โ
You give Robin a thumbs up. โSo do that.โ
โAnd what about you, huh?โ Robin asks, giving you a pointed look. You shrug and after a few seconds, you sigh quietly. โWhatโs the point?โ
Robin rolls her eyes. โDuh, I want you to be happy too.โ
โAnd I am.โ you insist. โJust canโt be bothered to like.. Have a crush on anybody.โ
โExcept the one prick you shouldnโt. Iโm telling you, ___.. This is the summer you need to get your closure and get him out of your system. Heโs a real jerk now.โ
You steal a look at Tommy, giving a stunned little wave when you catch him staring at you too. You look away and nod, swallowing hard. โYouโre not wrong. I know heโs a jerk. But I know that deep down in there somewhere, heโs still the same sweet boy who used tโ walk me tโ the bus whenever Mae and Jenna were being mean to me. Heโs the boy who always stood up for me when I was too afraid to do it.โย
โPeople change, ___. Iโm just worried that if you donโt do something or just get over Tommy, itโs gonna wind up hurting you more than heโs even worth.โ
โYeah.โ you nod. โI know. Trust me, I know.โ
โWhat about Steve?โ Robin speaks up, making you gape at her. โWhat do you mean, hm?โ
โWell.โ she ventures carefully, staring down at the chipped polish on her nails as she tries to figure out a way to suggest what sheโs about to, โHeโs not such a prick.. And heโs totally not one of them anymore, he loathes Billy. We had a whole thirty five minute conversation about it earlierโฆ After they all got into it for some reason.โ
You glance over at her, a brow raised. โTommy and Steve are best friends.. I mean, they were.โ you remember Steve mentioning that he hadnโt been around Tommyโs much lately because they werenโt exactly speaking. You rub your forehead and shrug. โWhat the hell were they all arguing about?โ
โI dunno but Steve was pissed when they finally left Scoops. Something about if Tommy were gonna take the low road then heโd drag them both to hell.โย
You laugh and roll your eyes. โAnd they say us girls are the drama queens. It was probably over some stupid girl or something.โ
โYeah, probably.โ Robin agrees. She reaches out, prying your orange smoothie out of your hands to take a sip. โSo weโre on for tonight?โ
โDuh!โ you laugh and grin at her. โIโll pick you up from work. I finally got my car fixed.โ
โOh shit.. Somebody better warn everyone. Curbs and gas station poles arenโt safe any longer, I fear.โ Robin teases, a smirk on her face.
You flip Robin off as you pout. โMy driving isnโt that bad.โ
โYou had our drivers Ed teacher so terrified that the man nearly peed on himself, woman.โ
โI did not!โ you stick out your tongue and hold out your cup to her. โYou want the rest of this? Iโm over it.โ
โYeah. Itโll keep me going until I finally get the hell away from here. Iโll see you around 8:30?โ she asks as she stands, starting to wander back towards the ice cream parlor. You give her a thumbs up and smile, calling out to her as she goes, โHey! Wanna grab some pizza or something before we go?โ
โGod, yes. Iโm dyingggg.โ
You slink away, walking right past Tommy and Billy. Arguing in hushed tones. As you just barely make it past them both, Billy calls out to you.
โHey, didnโt you make cheer?โ
You roll your eyes. โUnfortunately.โ
โI knew it! The hot chicks always do.โ
You laugh and point to yourself. โYou need an eye exam, dude.โ
As you wave off what heโs just said and slink away, Tommy gives him a hard shove.
โIโm gonna beat your ass in thโ ground, Hargrove.โ
โSheโs gonna be my girl if you donโt grow a pair, Hagan.โ Billy retorts calmly, giving a shrug. โGirls like me, man.โ
Tommy doubles over laughing.
Billy glares, arms folded over his chest. โWhat the fuck is so funny?โ
โTrust me, man.. She is not interested. Not even a little.โ Tommy pats Billy on the shoulder. โI never thought Iโd see it. One girl in this whole damn town who somehow isnโt throwing her panties at your face. Itโs hilarious, Hargrove.โ
โYeah, thatโs not gonna happen.โ Tommyโs laughter is gone and heโs making himself taller. โIโm gonna tell you the same thing I told Harrington when he thought he might be interested. Try it. Go ahead.. But Iโll beat your fucking ass in the ground. Iโm not about to let you have her.โย
โWhen I take her, youโre not gonna have much of a choice, now are ya?โ Billy sneers as he says it. Tommy gives him a shove. โYou really think Iโm kidding.โ
โYou really think Iโm scared.โ
โYouโre both fucking dumb.โ Steve speaks up, rolling his eyes at the pair. โSheโs not a possession.โ
โTrue, but sheโs gonna be my girl.โ
โNot when I put you in the fuckinโ ground, Hargrove.โ Tommy growls out the words. Steve rolls his eyes. โYouโre both kinda wasting your time anyway, trust me.. She doesnโt really like either of you.โ
He couldโve easily given Tommy a shred of hope. A crumb. He couldโve told him that of the two, youโd probably choose him over Billy.
But he chose not to. After all, thatโs something a friend would do. And Tommy Hagan?
No longer Steveโs concern. Or even remotely close to being a person Steve wants to be friends with.
โFuck off, Harrington. Sheโs not gonna go for a loser like you anyway.โ Tommy taunts. โYou couldnโt even hang on to Nance.โ
โAnd? Itโs not like you hung onto Carol, either.โ Steve retorts, shoving between the two of them to make his way to the box office up front.
โI need to purchase tickets for the 8 oโclock showing for Day of the Dead?โ
โYeah, how many?โ the girl on the other side of the glass asks.
Steve looks down at his hand, counting up the number in his head. โSix.โ
โThatโll be twenty bucks.โ
โPerfect.โ Steve whips out a twenty, passing it through the glass. โHere ya go.โ
โBabysitting again tonight, loser?โ Tommy calls out after him as he shoves between the two of them on his way to leave.
Steve turns, a hand caught in his hair. โWhat if I am, Hagan? What are you doing tonight, huh? Getting wasted at some stupid fuckinโ party?โ
โLike youโre really above all that shit. Youโre only bothering with those damn kids because you think itโll make Nance want you back.โ Tommy smirks. โIt wonโt.โ
โIโm hanging out with them because theyโre not full of shit.โ Steve asserts, glaring at Tommy as he clenches the fist on his free hand. โUnlike you two idiots.โ
โYouโre not better than us, Harrington.โ Tommy chuckles as he says it. โYou can pretend you are all day long, man. Youโre not. And this whole good guy act?โ he shrugs as he searches for the wounded look he finds in Steveโs eyes, โSooner or later, youโre gonna realize itโs not gonna bring her back, man. Then youโre gonna ditch those stupid kids. Disappoint them though, man.โ
Steve flips off his former best friend. โWhatever helps you sleep at night, Hagan.โ
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