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Hawkins High Confessions - Steve Harrington x reader
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Hawkins High Confession Pt.2 & Pt.3 - Steve Harrington x reader
So i finally watched ST series finale last night and is anyone else a little disappointed?? I wanted to feel something more with the series and ending. Kind of wish something more happened…
Series Summary: After hearing about your date with Eddie Munson, Steve decides to finally ask you out. (This is the smutty part lol)
Word Count: 3.9k
Warning: 18+! Minors DNI!! unprotected p in v, fingering, kitchen sex, angry sex (?)
A/N: As I was looking over my fics I realized I have never written Steve Harrington smut before (how dare I). I am honestly shocked but he is just so cute and sweet and ugh I love him. I want the sex with him to be more than just sex, ya know. Anyways I hope you lovelies enjoy ;P.
*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*
Thank you to @starrysunshine21, @nobodyjustaprettyghost & @maniacallyme for beta reading and making this fic 100 times better!! <3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
The clock reads 4:52 AM in bright red letters, the only source of light in the dark room. The curtains wave gingerly from the warm breeze that blows in from the open window. The bright moon lowly illuminates the space with each passing hour that you’ve been awake.
And you’ve been awake for pretty much all of them.
It’s hard to sleep when your mind is still racing. Unable to slow down from the exhausting night that you had. Your date with Eddie that ended horribly, to your kiss turned make out session with Steve. Your emotions, still incredibly raw as the insomnia forces you to stay awake.
The plush mattress eases your aching bones and sinking stomach, your hands lay overlapped over your stomach, moving up and down with your breathing. The cozy comforter covers the lower half of your body as your head is turned towards a sleeping Steve.
Your fingers gently travel along his spine, tiny goosebumps explode across his skin. Watching him breathe, his soft snores calming the pit that is drowning you.
He is rough. He is needy.
Steve’s mouth fit so perfectly with yours. His body kept screaming for more, so much more that he can hardly keep up with his desires. This kiss screams needing you every second of the day, every minute of every hour, from dusk till dawn, he wants you, needs you to live.
If only life were this simple, you think, sending out a whole huff of air.
Less than 24 hours ago, you would’ve given anything to be in bed with a half-naked Steve. And though your heart is pounding excitedly within your chest. A heavy weight, not from the blanket, suffocates you; a press on your shoulders, your lungs, your heart. Holding you captive to the dark thoughts that race through your mind, like a herd of wild horses stampeding through an open field. Running off in hundreds of directions.
Eddie scoffs, “Are you not listening to yourself right now. You can’t have us both. You can’t play us like that.” He begins pacing again, “Does he know you were going out with me tonight?”
“That’s why he asked me out.” You whisper, the words almost inaudible. Secretly hoping that they would be washed away with the current.
“So let me get this straight.” Eddie pauses, facing toward you again, “He heard we were going on a date and then decides that he’s gonna ask you out on a date. Do you really not see what he is doing? He probably doesn’t even like you.”
He probably doesn’t even like you.
Though simple words, strung together pierce through your heart. Sending a shudder of pain through your body, seeping so deep within your bones that they might as well be carved into them.
Eddie’s words burn holes into your head. Puncturing the bubble Steve created for you where his love radiates, bathing you in a shower of warm love.
The overwhelming memory sends several tears streaming down your face, staining your cheeks and the pillow. Sniffling quietly to not wake the man of your dreams next to you.
But what if you aren’t the woman of his dreams?
What if Eddie is right and Steve actually doesn’t like you? What if this was all a plan to pretend to like you and dump you a week later? Eddie’s voice plays on loop, no way to turn it down, to shut it off, to destroy it.
The heat spews out of your body, sending beads of sweat down your back, behind your knees, in your armpits. The sweat accumulates too quickly, forcing you to kick off the soft blanket, pushing it to the side and exposing your feet with a few kicks.
Now laying exposed to the elements, goosebumps traveling up your legs as another breeze rolls in. Your chest and belly are protected from one of Steve’s old shirts he let you borrow, to sleep in. The fight between hot and cold battle it out over your body, mimicking the war between Eddie and Steve over you.
Your heart needs to settle itself before you end up having a panic attack. But your heart and mind are at war. Your heart continues to yearn for Steve, sneaking quite peeks at his exposed skin, thumping rapidly in your chest.
Your mind knows better. Knows that emotions are so fragile, can break so easily, and here you were ripping at the seams.
You’d have given anything to forget about your breaking heart and listen to your realistic mind. You’re not quite sure who to believe.
It’s useless trying to sleep. Rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands as you lift yourself to a sitting position.
Your toes skimming the plush carpet. Your whole body aches like you’ve done some form of extensive cardio. Pushing yourself off of the bed, leaving Steve to his slumber.
You make your way down the stairs and back into the kitchen, where you and Steve were several hours ago. It is quieter now, the house sings a quiet hum as the world is still asleep. Finding solace in the silence. The tingles run across your skin, rolling your neck and shoulders to attempt to continue living in your own skin.
You’re absolutely sick of yourself over this whole Steve and Eddie thing. Wondering if it was all worth it.
You find the glass of water still located in the same spot as earlier, picking up the warm glass and filling it with cold water again. Allowing the cold liquid to wash away everything you hate about yourself.
Suddenly, the overhead lights flash on as you practically jump out of your skin, Steve’s groggy voice echoing through the kitchen, your name hanging in the air, “Whatcha doing?”
A shiver runs down the length of your back as you look over your shoulder at Steve. He is standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room in only a pair of blue boxers. He is a sight for sore eyes and you could look at him forever. But you can’t help and think, what if he doesn’t feel the same about you? What if Eddie is correct and he is just using you for a bit?
It stings your heart, flips your stomach, and pressure starts to build behind your eyes. He is everything you ever wanted, and you worry that he may never be yours. Bringing the glass to your lips and taking a quick sip, pushing down the cold liquid and forcing the tears to stop from spilling.
Steve walks over to you. “What’s wrong?” His hands run the length of your arms, hints of worries litter his tired face.
Shaking your head to avoid any tears and giving a sly smile in attempts to pretend that everything is ok. But Steve’s questioning look and sad eyes means that he isn’t buying your response.
“I’m worried.” You gulp, your mouth and throat dried as you struggle to fight back the tears.
“Worried about what?”
“Us.” Using your pointer finger to signal between you and Steve.
“You don’t need to worry about us.” Steve rubs your arms and squeezes lightly, “What’s making you so worried.”
Your mouth hesitates as it struggles to push his name out, “Eddie.”
Your name hangs roughly on Steve’s lips as he shakes his head, his tone changing from concerned to a little annoyed, “I told you not to worry about that prick. He doesn’t know me and doesn’t know how I feel.”
You shake out of Steve’s grasp, taking a step back and setting the glass down, “I can’t help it. I have liked you forever, Steve, forever. And then one random day you decide to ask me out. A-After you hear that Eddie asked me out. I mean come on, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.”
Steve follows your lead as he takes several steps back and crosses his arms, shaking his head in bewilderment, “What’s that supposed to mean? That I only asked you out to keep you from dating Eddie? I don’t give a fuck who or what Eddie dates. I liked you. And I hear from Robin that you are going on a date with Eddie and I’m like ‘shit, now I gotta tell her before she falls in love with some other dude or I’ll never have a chance’.”
“It just makes it hard to believe you.” You huff, trying to make him understand, “That’s all.”
Steve laughs, completely shocked, “You’re really going to let Eddie, of all people, tell you what to think of me!?” His voice raises a few octaves, his voice traveling more than normal at this time of night.
“Well we were friends in high school.”
“Ha, of course. Well then, maybe you should be with him since you think so highly of his opinion. You want me to call him up for you? Do you think he’ll come get you in the middle of the night after your date with me went so poorly?” Steve fumes, standing with his hands on his hips.
You shake your head no in response.
“Exactly. No he wouldn’t. I am always fucking there for you, always. Yeah, maybe I was an idiot who should’ve told you his feelings a while ago but I can’t change the past, Y/N. I can only change the future and I want my future with you.” He retorts.
Steve pauses. In an instant his face morphs, outside light casts sharp shadows across his features, darkening his eyes. The air shifting as Steve is no longer his easy going self, but something entirely different.
You had only seen this shift once before. Several months ago, some creepy guy was hanging out at The Video Store a little too often, making weird comments at you and Robin, lingering around the adult section for a little too long. Once Steve caught word of this guy, his whole demeanor changed, his jaw hardened, his eyes narrowed. You thought Steve was going to kill the guy when he marched right up to him, grabbed a fist full of the dude’s shirt and tossed him onto his ass right outside the door.
Steve takes several short strides across the kitchen, forcing your back into the counter. The cold marble pressed into your lower back as Steve’s presence overtakes you. Both of his hands planted on either side of your body, leaning forward, eyes locked on yours, hair tousled to the side.
His hot breath sends a shiver down your spine and a shaking exhale releases. “Don’t ever question my fucking feelings for you, again.” His bottom lip stuck between his top teeth, his eyes bouncing from your gaze to your plump lips. “I’m all yours baby. Only yours.” His tone turns softer as the words trail into a whisper.
Those four simple words, sung together in the most beautiful sentence to ever be spoken. You can see it in his eyes, the way he would give the world to make you happy. Your heart mending itself back together, Eddie’s words disappearing from your thoughts. Completely destroyed by Steve.
The heavy tension snaps instantaneously. The pressure piercing through the room like a whistle on a train. It is quick, overwhelming, exhilarating.
Steve’s eager lips capture yours as he flushes his body against you. His hands move from the counter to holding onto your hips, fingers digging into your smooth skin. Rolling his hips as his growing erection rubs against you. The friction alone sends a low groan vibrating through his chest.
At first, you’re in shock. Steve being angry one moment and then passionately kissing you the next makes your head dizzy. Or, is it the fact that you haven’t slept in almost 24 hours.
Overwhelming isn’t the right word to describe Steve Harrington. He is intense, gripping onto you like his life depends on it. Like if he were to let go, you would simply disappear. He’s shattering, the way his lips move so smoothly, eagerly, begging to get even a small taste of you. He is controlling, in charge of the situation, though it may look messy from the outside, Steve is in total control and his power over you makes your knees weak.
Grinding your body against his to hear him moan for you again, lighting a flame deep within your core. His deep sounds of wanting, yearning, needing make it hard for you to stay focused.
Your hands land on his lower stomach, hard and soft as his breaths are uneven. Trailing along his warm skin, up his chest, around his arms, and finally into his lush hair, pulling at the base of his neck.
Moans getting caught in your throat as Steve pulls away slightly, your whines bouncing around the empty kitchen. A mischievous half smile lands across Steve’s face as your begging excites him even more. His big hands round your ass, scooping behind your thighs, and lifting you onto the counter.
Then, in a mere moment, his mouth is back on yours. Fast and messy, his lips needing to be on you, his breath needing to mix with yours, needing to taste you, like it’s more important than air.
Using his hips to push your knees, opening wide, Steve steps forward to settle between your thighs. Stepping into your space, his full erection pressing into your center, fabric rubbing against fabric, his tip grinding against your clit. Sending waves of euphoria through your body, making you tremble under his touch and moan into his mouth.
Steve’s right hand moves over your thigh and makes its way to your core, while the other stays gripped to your ass. His thumb gliding across the soft, wet fabric of your panties, shocking your whole body, twitching under his touch, toes spread as he shocks your system. He smiles into your kiss, clearly pleased with your reaction, getting off on making you feel good.
He swipes his thumb again, this time not moving pass your nub, but drawing small slow circles. Toes curl as a shudder explodes through your body. Your mind traveling a million miles per hour as if escaping reality is any better than being here with Steve. It’s not.
As your moans turn into pants against Steve’s lips, he releases his hold on you, letting you breath for a second as he continues to exhaust your center. Your panties grow wetter and wetter by the second. Your fingers tugging at the nape of his neck.
Steve rests his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on you, as his pointer finger hooks the side hem of your underwear, pushing away the fabric and inserting two fingers between your slit. Watching intensely as your face twists with pleasure as his long digits travel deep within your core.
Your body caving in on itself as you push against Steve, hands on his shoulders for balance, your body quivering as he begins to move his fingers in and out. Slowly at first but he can’t help himself from wanting to go faster, wanting to pleasure you until you are completely drained.
Taking his time to completely ingrain your body, your face into his memory. “You are so hot.” The words drip like honey from his lips. The waves of euphoria lapping over your skin as you rock against Steve’s digits.
You freeze as Steve’s two fingers continue to pump into your pussy and his thumb trails over your clit. Your body completely unable to keep up with the insane sexual gratification you are experiencing. The moment is building, brick by brick, sending you over the edge into the empty peacefulness of release.
Steve can’t help but to want his lips on yours again, capturing your slightly open mouth to help you through this release. Pushing your lips open for him to stick his tongue inside. The kiss is deepened when Steve removes his fingers from your core, the empty feeling sinking your stomach, and his hands get lost in your hair.
He pulls back with a smirk, prompting a roll of your eyes. You don’t want to give him too much satisfaction that he can make you cum with little to no help at all. Don’t want to go around giving Steve Harrington anymore of an ego.
Steve licks the fingers that were once deep inside of you, “Damn, you taste good.”
A heat rushes to your lips and soaks your center. His voice is so intoxicating and you can listen to him talk you off the edge forever.
Your eyes shift along Steve’s hard body, from his dark golden eyes, to his plump lips, down his chest, along his hard abs, to his happy trail, leading all the way down until his boxers block your view from what you really want.
A mischievous smile plays across Steve’s face as he notices you eyeing the tent in his boxers. He thumbs the hem of his underwear, “Do you wanna see?”
Nodding your head quickly before he loops his thumbs inside his underwear and drops the fabric. Eyes widening as his throbbing cock stands proud, the precum glistening as it leaks from his tip.
Never in a million years did you think you’d see Steve Harrington’s dick. High school you would be freaking out right now. Scratch that current you is freaking out.
The way his body curves, the shadows catching in every dip. Practically making your mouth run dry and water at the same time.
“Do you think I’m your type now?” Steve mocks playfully, recalling the conversation you had at work yesterday. Of course, Steve has always been your type.
Your eyes jump from his cock to his eyes, again you catch the subtle shift of darkness that rolls within Steve. His hands rest on his hips as you take him in, all of him, clearly proud of himself and his package, which he definitely should be.
Steve’s right hand grips his shaft and slowly pulls on it. He nods his head, signaling for you to sit back on the counter a bit. You follow his lead, moving slightly back and propping your heels up on the marble. Allowing for your core to be on full display for him.
Your underwear now the only thing blocking you and Steve.
Steve spits in his hand in between pumps, the wet sound cutting through the stillness. His other hand starts at your knee, his fingers sliding their way down your inner thigh, sending tingles along it’s way. Until finally he reaches his destination, using his pointer finger to pull your panties to the side, allowing for Steve to see your pussy.
Suddenly you're nervous, heat pulsing throughout your body as you attempt to close your legs. But Steve’s body and arms are there to stop you.
He tsks, “Don’t be shy, baby.”
His voice rolling over you like tidal waves, calming your nerves as you slowly release your legs, letting them fall back to their perspective sides.
Steve looks down at your pussy, underwear now moved to the side. Taking his thumb to pad your nub. More sensitive now after your release, and lighting bolts jolt under your skin. A whimper escaping your lips as he circles.
Steve positions himself in front of your opening, tip gliding along your slit, teasing your hole. He wasn’t even anywhere near being in and you couldn’t help but beg for it. Beg for him to fill you up, beg for him to make you feel better, beg for him to be everything you will ever need.
Steve’s ears perk at your moans, whines and whimpers as he circles around your entrance and clit. He isn’t ready to feel how tight you are, worried that he might lose himself and cum too early once he’s inside.
His eyes jump from your sexes touching, to your eyes and how they roll back into your head. The way your lips quiver under his touch. You are completely perfect for him, in every single way. And it’s making him crazy.
He absolutely cannot take it anymore, and quite frankly neither can you.
“Please, Steve,” You beg, arm reaching out for him, dipping below your waist to guide his length into you. “I need this.” Your breath runs low as you stroke his hard cock, pushing, pulling to get him inside.
Steve growls as he slowly pushes into you, the friction pushing back, making the experience intoxicating. Both of you riding high on the feeling.
Your head drops back as Steve drives all the way into your center. Sending shockwaves, filling your mind with nothingness. He starts to pump, taking his time to understand what you like.
His thrusts are slow to begin with as he finds his rhythm. But something deep within him aches to hear you scream his name. Steve quickens his pace, moans and whimpers roll off your tongue.
One hand grips at your waist while the other trails up to palm at your breast. His fingers twisting your hard nipple as he slams into your sweet center. Biting your lip at the pleasure, the light pain pulling you into your senses.
“You really think Eddie can make you feel like this?” He questions, his skin burning hot as he hates that this night made you feel less than. Steve hopes to fuck the feeling away.
You nod your head. Unable to speak as the feeling is so overwhelming, filling you up and then draining you of every last drop.
“I want to hear you say it.” He demands. Music to your ears.
“No,” You push out, “Eddie can never make me feel this good.” You moan, breathless as the words fall out of your mouth.
“Good.”
His name rolling off of your tongue like nothing, as you scream it in pleasure. Steve listens for your whimpers, for your pleas, for you begging him to fuck you harder. And as he does, his hands shoot up to your head, grabbing your face so his lips can be on yours. He wants to be as close to you as possible. Feeling you clench around his shaft and moan against his lips.
Your hands hold onto Steve’s forearms as he continues to drive into you. Pumping harder and faster, sending slapping sounds throughout the house. Thank god his parents are gone for the weekend.
His head drops to the nook of your neck as you tighten around him. Profanities and your name hanging sweetly from his lips. He holds you tight, never wanting to let go as he fucks you.
White hot burning vaporizes your skin. Black spots and shining lights litter your vision as you release yourself onto Steve’s cock. Your body entangled with his as his arms pull you closer. As he drives into you deeper.
Taking final, sloppy pumps before pulling out completely and letting warm white liquid shoot from his tip and onto your stomach.
Steve bites his lips and pulls you in for a deep kiss. This time, it’s not as hungry. Making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Steve pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. Pushing the messy strands of hair behind your ears and holds your hand to his heart, “You feel this,” You nod in response, “This shit beats for you. And only you.”
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Tell me what you think!! I hope you loved it! Kisses for you for supporting my word <3
Characters/Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader, Robin Buckley
Series Summary: You accidentally confess your feelings for Steve Harrington in front of the whole school.
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: None, embarrassment, fake dating.
A/N: Having so much fun with this series omg. I am getting super exciting for some jealous Steve Harrington (HOT!!!). I hope you lovelies are enjoying it. Kisses <3
No beta so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't!!
Part 1 Part 2
So…the universe may actually hate you.
How many unimaginable situations can the universe put you in within the span of a couple of hours? So far the running total is three. With your luck, this is only the beginning.
Your emotions are fried, going from annoyed to humiliated to shock to crying hysterically to angry to whatever the hell you are feeling now. Empty? Withered? Hopeless? Honestly it’s hard to place the exact feeling because it’s like everything is mixed into one.
Your (very) public confession to Steve Harrington has made you the center of attention and the laughing stock of Hawkins High. But now your (fake) dating Billy Hargrove, one of the most popular boys in school, which also makes you the center of attention and puts another target on your back.
How did you go from someone that no one cared about, to now the most talked about person in high school?
Heads whip, metal scraps, and whispers shoot across the room. All eyes, all conversations, are about you as soon as you walk through the back door of the classroom.
The Earth might as well open up beneath your feet and shallow you whole. Cursing yourself as you shouldn’t have listened to Billy. At the very least, you should’ve taken today off from school. Maybe people would have talked about you and your stupid crush confession but you wouldn’t be here. So it wouldn’t have mattered to you. Maybe.
“Just hold your head high and I’ll see you later.”
Billy’s voice echos in your head. Repeating the words over and over until you actually think you can survive this class. The problem isn’t only surviving the other students in the class, but it’s surviving Steve.
You’d notice that messy tosseled head of brownish-blond hair anywhere. And another unfortuate problem for you, he is sitting in the seat right next to yours. Stupid math class and it’s assigned seats.
Heat rises to your cheeks and your stomach sinks. Of course he heard your conversation over the intercom. Hell, half of Hawkins probably already knows that you are in love with him. Word travels too damn fast in this small town.
“Hold your head high. If you don’t feel stupid about what you said then no one can use it against you.”
Some other words Billy told you in the parking lot. Ugh, you hate that he is helping you in this moment. Hate that he is the one to put you in this situation. And now has decided to help you get out of it.
Once you are done fake dating, you are definitely kicking him in the balls.
You can’t help but feel like Billy isn’t telling you the full story. It’s not unlike Billy to shame someone, but it is very unlike him to help them afterwards. Maybe he does feel sorry about what he did?
You shake these thoughts from your mind, you are only able to focus on one thing right now and that’s attempting to walk from the back of the class to your desk, without Steve knowing, can’t be that hard, right?
You close your eyes, take one last breath, and then start moving your feet. One in front of the other. It is not as scary as it seems because you are forcing yourself not to think of the problem. Only focus on math, math is only numbers, no emotions and no distractions. Math cannot hurt you. Theoretically.
The slowly breathe out of your mouth as you make it to your desk, sneaking a quite peek to see if Steve has noticed you yet. Good news, he is writing something in his notebook. You gently sit down in your chair, almost like every other day. Steve barely talks to you anyways, sure he does his cute little half smile and sometimes asks you for help during worktime. But maybe he finally understands math and no longer needs to talk to you.
You can only hope for the best right now.
Turning slowly in your chair, the pressure causing it to squeak. Shutting your eyes harder as the sound continues until you are situated under the desk. Your backpack falls to the floor next to you and your math textbook sliding across the wood. Your hands lay flat across your desk and you stare forward. Not daring to look over to your right, to look anywhere in the vincinity of Steve Harrington.
Maybe if you just ignore him for the rest of the year, he will eventually forget about your crush. That actually seems like a better plan then the fake dating one Billy thought up.
The final bell rings and the teacher begins to talk about some math formula you will need to teach yourself later. How are you supposed to focus on anything else right now when Steve Harrington is right next to you? With Steve Harrington looking at you? With Steve Harrington tossing a note onto your desk?
The folded up piece of white paper lays tilted against your table and your open textbook. Your pointed gaze could set the note on fire. Secretly, you hope that it does so you don’t have to read it.
Steve continues to look back and forth between you and the teacher as you absentmindly stare the folded paper on your desk. He coughs a couple of times to gesture that you need to grab the note before Mr. Mitchel sees it.
After many, many long seconds, you swipe the note from your desk and open it in your lap. Your fingers slowly unfold the message as you wait for the teacher to turn around so you can read what it says. As soon as he does, your eyes dart to the handwritten note.
The corner of your mouth twitches as a warm, fuzzy feeling seeps beneath your skin and settles deep into your stomach. Your pointer finger trails across the paper, over the messy handwriting and smears the graphite.
The note is unusual for the two of you to converse by, but the conversation topic is normal. So normal, and funny, it actually musters up a small giggle from you. Which gets the attention of several classmates from surrounding desks.
But you brush off their glares and reread the note over and over again. His words dance across the paper and comfort you in more ways than you can imagine.
Steve isn’t talking about your confession? He isn’t making fun of you or making it more awkward. It isn’t until this moment that you realized that maybe the situation was also embarrassing and humiliating for Steve too. That he was a helpless victim that didn’t decide to be on the other end of your crush.
Sure he is still King Steve, but he is also a person who was sucked into this awful circumstance like you were. Maybe that was Billy’s intentions all along. To not only make your life miserable, but to also make Steve’s. It felt extremely unfair for you to feel lonely about everything when maybe Steve is reaching out to you for a lifeline.
You wait for Mr. Mitchel to turn around again before slipping the note onto your desk and scribbling back an answer. Tossing it onto Steve’s desk and turning your head away as you didn’t want to watch him read your response.
Steve’s face contorts into a wide grin instantly as he sees your cursive handwriting in purple ink scribbles across the paper. He didn’t expect your reply to make his heart race but the floating feeling he got when your eyes met for a quick second and your playful laugh got him wanting more.
Steve really didn’t care that you confessed your feelings for him in front of the whole school. There has been a new rumor about him every week since the seventh grade. But he is feeling awful for the things he is hearing people day behind your back.
Steve doesn’t want you to get caught up in what others are saying about you or feel bad that he now knows you like him. He actually finds it quite flattering.
He hasn’t thought much about dating since Nancy Wheeler broke his heart during Halloween. Still working on picking up those pieces. Hasn’t really cared to give any other girl his attention until you.
Until you came confessing your feelings in front of the whole school, he didn’t give a fuck about anyone else in Hawkins. But now you are here, sitting right next to him, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders, but facing it head on like a true badass.
Steve couldn’t help but want to know more about you, want to listen to you talk all day, want to know what it feels like to kiss your soft lips.
Steve shakes his head as he needs to expel those thought from his mind before they get out of hand. He definitely doesn’t need to be dealing with a hard-on during math class. Now that would be embarrassing for him.
He picks up his pencil, twirls it between his fingers and writes back to you.
Flinging the folded paper back onto your desk where he watches you unfold it and smile to yourself. Steve has never asked to study outside of class before. Your heart is doing flips in your chest as excitement builds, pounding against your ribcage.
But before you could respond the bell rings, ending the class period. And as much fun as you were having talking with Steve via note passing, you don’t have the courage yet to actually speak to him.
You write your response, reach over to place the paper back on Steve’s desk and hurry out of the room following the crowd.
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“YOU’RE DATING BILLY?!?!” Robin practically shouts as she slams into the lockers beside you. The booming sound rippling through the sea of students who still litter the halls. “How dare you not tell me you’re dating Billy? How dare you date Billy. Do you remember who he is, do you remember what he did?”
“Shhhh.” You cover your mouth with her hand to shut her up. But she licks your palm in retaliation. A pointed glare covers your face as you wipe your wet plam on her jacket.
A pleased smile overwhelms Robin as she continues on her rant, “I just think you need to be telling your best friend these kinds of things. Remember your best friend, Robin.” She raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Oh my god, can you just shut up for one moment?” You huff and roll your eyes.
You grabs Robin by the arm and pull her into the girl’s bathroom down the hall. Kicking in every stall to make sure you’re alone and lock the door just in case.
“Billy and I aren't dating.”
“Ashley S. saw you kissing outside of Mr.Mitchel’s class before second period.” Robin counters your statement.
“Ok that’s true.” You confirm.
“So…you’re dating then. You’re dating the one man in Hawkins who is a complete asshole. And that’s really saying something since there are many, many assholes here.”
“But it’s not what you think.”
Robin tilts her head slightly, “Then tell me what the fuck is going on.”
You explain everything to Robin after you walked out of school this morning. You running into Billy, the fake dating deal, a very detailed description of the kiss (even though she didn’t want to hear it), and then the notes between you and Steve.
“Damn, maybe Billy is smart. For making Steve jealous and that’s why he passed those notes.” Robin tries to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Well, I’m unsure if Steve knew about Billy and me during math class. So maybe he doesn’t know anything about the confession and totally missed it.”
Robin stares at me like a complete idiot. “We both know that isn’t true.”
You huff in acceptance.
“You really plan to date-”
“Fake date.” You correct.
“Fake date.” Robin uses her middle and pointer finger on both hands for quotation marks, “Billy until when? Until Steve magically falls in love with you? Do you really think that’s going to work?”
“I don’t know.” Your shoulders sag, “I would rather people in high school remember me as the girl who dated Billy then the girl who embarrassed herself by confessing her crush. It just seemed better in the long run.” You explain to Robin, trying to justify your response to this situation. But you know you don’t have to justify anything to her, she will stand by your side no matter what. Even if the consequences are entirely stupid.
Robin takes the couple of short steps towards you, linking her arm with hers, “Come on, let’s go find that new boyfriend of yours.” She teases and you bump into her as a playful response as you both walk out of the bathroom and into the unknown.
Fortunately or unfortunately for you, Billy was nowhere to be found at lunch. And even though you two weren’t actually dating, him not being around did sending a sink your stomach. You were starting to feel some sort of comfort around Billy. But now you had to face high school alone, well Robin is still around but it felt different.
And though his presence was no where to be found, the rumors of you two dating were wildfire, blazing through the school with no end in sight. All eyes were on you, whether you liked it or not.
—
You did it. You survived the absoulte worse day of your life so far.
You are beginning to care less and less that people are still staring at you, whispering about you, but now the whispering isn’t only about your confession for Steve Harrington, but also about you potentially dating Billy Hargrove. Rumors run quick inside the school walls.
Sure you started off with morning with completely embarrassing yourself in front of the whole school. But now you are ending it by still being an embarrassment about your confession and also dating rumors with Billy Hargrove. Wow, who knew you had it in you to have two crazy things happen to you in one day.
You follow the swarm of students out of the building that flows into the school parking lot. Your emotions have dwindled down to nothing and your social battery needs a serious recharge. Maybe you can convince mom to say home tomorrow. When’s the last time you pretended to be sick? It’s definitely long overdue. You are feeling as if you need time to digest this crazy day.
You hear your name shouted over the crowd. But you don’t look back, it’s probably Robin who will eventually catch up with you. You hear your name again, except this time it’s a lot deeper than Robin’s. The third time your name is called, the voice rattles your bones as you’d recongize it anywhere. A hand grasps around your elbow, stopping you in the crowd in the middle of the parking lot.
Rough hands grip onto your soft skin and electricity travels wildly through your body. The small tug spins you around to come face to face with Steve Harrington. His cheeks a little flushes and rosy as he catches his breath.
“Hi.” Steve exhales as his eyes catch yours.
“Hi.” You can feel the heat rising instantly to your cheeks and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. He is so breathtaking up close.
Steve’s smile seems shy, almost of if he is nervous to be around you. “We never set up a day to-to study.” His hands shoved into his front pockets as he balances on his heels.
Before you could answer you hear this irritating voice behind you. “There you are babe, been waiting over by the car for you.”
You force a flat smile as Billy stalks over to the two of you, arm dropping over your shoulders. Pulling you in just a little too close. Obviously all for show in front of Steve. Of course, he finally has to show up at the worst time after being M.I.A all day.
“Hey, pretty boy.” Billy taunts Steve.
Steve’s eyes jump between you and Billy and follow Billy’s arm around your shoulder. His face changes completely, once a cute nervous boy asking about your study session. And now, a man who is challenging another for a mate.
It is kind of weird, the blanket of rage and testosterone that covers the scene. Billy and Steve staring at each other, not wanting to back down.
Your body stiffens as Billy’s finger dance across your shoulder, he definitely has no problem playing the fake boyfriend role. “Whatcha guys talking about.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.
“Didn’t know the rumors were true.” Steve poses the comment towards you. There’s a slight pain behind his eyes but it’s gone as soon as you saw it. So you are unsure if it was ever really there.
“Of course they are true.” Billy squeezes your shoulder and shakes you a little.
Your gaze drifts down towards the ground, lingering on the tips of your converse shoes. Is this really going to help make Steve feel jealous? You thought that maybe the notes in math were a good indicator that he likes you back? But now Billy is literally in the way.
You are kicking yourself for ever saying yes to this stupid dating situation.
Steve nods his head a bit but looks over the two of you in disbelief. Hell, if you were outside looking in at you and Billy together, you’d question it too.
“What you don’t think we make a good couple, Stevie?” Billy taunts, taking one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground and smashing it with the toe of his shoe.
Steve rakes a hand through his (gorgeous) hair and scratches the back of his neck. “I just didn’t think Y/N would be into douchebags.” Steve insults.
“Takes one to know one.” Billy fake laughs and straights up, dropping his hand from your shoulder.
The air around the three of you is thick, growing more heated with each passing moment as the pissing contest continues to get out of control. You need to stop the two of them from beating each other up or this little plan is never going to work. You never wanted two guys battling it out for you in the first place. Your only wish is for Steve to like you back and he won’t if him and your (fake) boyfriend get in a fight.
“Steve and I were just talking about planning a study time this weekend for a big math test.” You blurt out, any attempt to release the tension.
Steve picks up on your attempt and backs down, taking a step back from Billy. “Yeah,” he states as he releases a slow breathe, probably all of the built up anger needing a place to go, “Big test in Mr. Mitchel’s class on Monday.”
“Like a study date?” Billy grins down at you. Oh god, he knows where this is going and he’s enjoying it.
“No!” Both you and Steve admit.
Study date, ha! It’s definitely not a study date. Though deep down inside, maybe you do hope it doesn’t all have to be about studying.
“Gotcha.” Billy says but you know he doesn’t believe a word we are saying. “Well then, plan away.”
“Saturday?” Steve asks quickly.
You look over towards Billy for a quick moment who nods his head in agreement. No, you don’t need his permission. Yes, you need a helping hand in saying yes to Steve for a study date. “Saturday works.” You smile at Steve. “7?”
“Yeah.” Steve meets your smile and your heart jumps in your chest. And for a quick moment it feels like just the two of you. But then Billy’s irritating voice has to speak and ruin the moment, like always.
“Steve, don’t forget to ask for Y/N number so you can call her. Have to know where she lives for all that studying.”
God, you hope it’s more than studying.
“Yeah, sure, of course.” He scoffs. He swings his back pack around and pulls out some scrap paper and pen. He hands you both for you to scribble your number on. You hand it back to Steve and he writes something on the bottom of the page and rips it off to give to you.
You stare down at his handwriting and see 10 little digitals at the bottom. You eyes grow wide. Holy shit, you have Steve Harrington’s phone number.
“I’ll call ya.” Steve smiles before walking away, you notice the look on his face, he is damn pleased that he got your number too.
“Yeah, you do that Stevie.” Billy calls after him over the crowd of talking students and loud cars.
You stare down at the numbers dancing across the paper. You have Steve Harrington’s phone number. In your hand. This has to be some sort of dream. Please, no one pinch you as you don’t want to wake up.
“Don’t be too happy just yet,” Billy whispers in your ear, grabbing the note and shoving it into your front jean pocket, “Remember appearances.” He rest his arm over your shoulders again, spins you around with him and leads you to his car.
Opening the door for you like some sort of gentleman, you guess the villains can be nice sometimes. You watch as Billy struts around the front of his car, head held high and not a care in the world. God, what you would give to be like that.
You give him directions to your house. Knowing in some way or another Billy having your address is a dangerous game. You don't to tell him that your parents are rarely home, knowing that he may try to take advantage of that.
As he pulls up to your house at the end of the cul-de-sac, you pull your bag onto your lap and look over at him. Staring for a moment too long with a wide smile on your face, a genuine smile. In the span of 24 hours, you have confessed your feelings for Steve, talked with him, and got his number. You are most definitely on a roll. All because of Billy.
“Thanks for making this hell of a day better.” You confess, playing with the hem of your backpack strap.
Billy shrugs nonchalantly and you can see the glint of a smile start to form. But as quick as the smile comes, it’s gone. “You gonna invite me in?” And the old Billy is back.
“Ew, don’t be gross.” You hit him in the arm with the back of your hand, “I will pretend to date you when other people are around but don’t think for one second that my feelings for you are anything beyond that.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Billy winks at you.
You smile flatly at him before going to open the door. But before you can open it too far, Billy reaches across your lap and slams it shut. Immediately snapping your head in his direction with a puzzled look. Because that shit was weird.
“I need you Friday night. 8pm. Look decent.” Billy’s voice is demanding. He isn't even staring at you, just looking back down the street until it turns into woods.
“For what?” You question, confused as hell at what is going on.
Billy turns to look you dead in the eyes, “For your end of the deal.”
pairing: steve harrington x reader
word count: 2.5k
summary: you don’t do dates. you do the backseat. you do frantic, messy sex on hideous shag carpet, killing time in a metal box while you both wait for the world to change, or maybe for it to just end. the rules of the crawl are simple. but whatever this thing with steve is? it's not even close.
warnings: 18+ mdni, st5 spoilers, friends with benefits to ...?, piv sex, touch/affection-starved!steve, sex as coping, ‘no-strings’ relationship, fwb with rules, rough hate sex, van sex, no-kissing sex (?), light power play, dirty talk, teasing/taunting, end-of-the-world angst, lil bit of mean!steve but in a nuanced s5 way, oh look he’s love-starved in this one again
a/n: ...fine. I caved. here’s angsty van-fucking w steve
Crawl nights always start out the same.
You, in the passenger seat, snapping gum between your teeth with your boots kicked up on the dash. Steve, slumped beside you, flipping through that same dog-eared copy of Cosmo he’s read so many times he could probably recite it in his sleep.
Crawl #8.
Two hours, eleven minutes, and counting.
The walkie’s been quiet tonight. And god, do you hate it. Because nights like this have started to feel dangerous in a whole new way. Because silence leaves room for thought, and thinking opens up doors you can’t afford to walk through right now.
The van’s parked beneath the treeline on Cornwallis, though it’s less than a pathetic excuse for a cover. The branches are stripped bare this time of year, skeletal limbs clawing at the sky, dripping silver in the cold moonlight.
There’s nothing to do here. Nothing to chew on except the same square of Wild Cherry Bubble Yum, sucking the sugar dry until the flavor’s gone and your jaw starts clicking louder than the aimless buzz of static.
It’s been months of this. Months of driving around in circles, chasing ghosts, getting nowhere. Months of Hopper’s vapid updates crackling through the radio while you and Steve rot in the van like two strangers locked in the same cage.
Except, you're not exactly strangers, are you?
No. Not after hours spent side by side in the dark, listening for things that aren’t there, waiting, hoping, pretending that this isn’t the closest thing either of you has had to a date in months.
But you don’t do dates.
You do the backseat.
You do frantic, messy sex on ugly shag carpet, killing time in a metal box while you both wait for the world to change, or maybe for it to just end already.
You fuck until it hurts, until your skin stings and your lungs burn, until the sound of your own blood is louder than the relentless beep-beep-beep-beep of the telemetry signal.
You fuck. You wait. Then you fuck again.
No restaurants, no movies. No roses or candles or foreplay.
None of that normal, mundane shit. Not anymore.
It’s just this. This van. This backseat. This hideous carpet and those cheap vinyl seats that squeak every time the car rocks.
This strange, suspended limbo where you touch each other like it doesn’t mean anything—just habit born of frustration and boredom—only it’s getting harder each time to keep pretending that’s true.
The windows are fogged up like hell tonight, late-December air leaking in through the busted seal on the back door. It nips at your skin, makes you squirm, sends a chill sharp enough to forget the gnawing emptiness that’s slowly eating you both alive.
Your foot’s wedged up against the ply lining, his jacket bunched beneath your head in a makeshift pillow. His skin glistens with sweat, slick to the touch; boy runs hotter than a furnace, even in the dead of a Midwestern winter. You feel his palms burn against the back of your thighs when he hoists up your legs, hooking them around his waist.
If you close your eyes, if you pretend hard enough, you can drown out the high-pitched beeps bleeding through the headphones beside you. Replace the crackle of static with the desperate slap of skin on skin, the creak of the van as it rocks and shudders with each snap of his hips.
But it's his voice that shatters your focus, his chest heaving against yours while he pants close to your ear:
“You know we’re—we’re not supposed to be doing this, right?”
No shit.
It’s kind of funny, actually. You almost laugh.
But the sound that comes out of your throat is less a laugh and more a strangled exhale, one that’s cut off and jagged because, well, it’s a little difficult to make noise when he’s fucking into you this fast, this hard, his weight pinning your ribs to the carpet with barely any room for air.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you manage, voice thick with breath and taunting mirth. Your words get punched out in uneven bursts that match the frantic pace of his hips. “Did you want to stop so you can ask for permission?”
You tip your head back, glancing pointedly at the walkie sitting on the dash, then turn back to him with a smile so saccharine it's nearly cruel. Lips pouty, brows scrunched in mock sympathy, it’s all, Too much for you to handle, huh? Poor baby.
It’s the same bullshit game. Every time.
You poke, you prod, you tease and you push, because he always has to push back. The suggestion that he can’t keep up, can’t fuck you good enough to hold your attention, that’s his hairpin trigger.
You feel it in the muscle running down his back, how it ripples under your fingers as his pace quickens, hips snapping harder.
It used to fluster him. God, it used to make him sputter: pink cheeks, hand to the back of his neck, indignant little huffs and breathless excuses. Back then, a jab like that—must be losing your edge, huh, Harrington?—was enough to make him roll his eyes and pretend he didn’t care as much as he did.
But the end of the world has a way of sanding people down.
And Steve Harrington has been ground into something different.
Sharpened by way of dulling, it’s left him callous. Darkened his appetite where he once craved softness: vanilla sex, vanilla sweetness.
Now, he doesn’t flinch at sharp edges. Doesn’t crave the normal, mundane shit. Not like he used to.
“You’re really kind of—hah, fuck—insufferable, you know that?” He breathes, teeth dragging down the curve of your neck, lips sealing around your pulse point to suck. It’s not hard, doesn’t hurt, but it stings all the same when you realize he's keeping it gentle on purpose. Aiming for bruises soft enough to fade come morning. None of it ever meant to last.
“Insufferable, huh?” you murmur, laughter breathy and slurred as he grinds you down into the carpet. “Jeez, big word for a guy who—”
You don’t get to finish. Not when he shifts, driving up at an angle that has your back arching off the floor. The pressure makes you clench around him involuntarily, a sharp gasp torn from your throat.
“Who’s what?” He’s impossibly close now, nose to nose, every ragged breath he draws leaving you gasping for your own. His arms cage you in, sparing no room to squirm away as he quickens his pace. He’s zeroing in on one spot and one spot only, hitting deep enough to make your eyes sting, pressure winding tight in your stomach.
“Finish it,” he murmurs, undercurrent of a command that has you clenching around him harder. “You had something to say, didn’t you? Say it then. Come on, baby.”
And it’s strange, isn’t it? This push-pull inside him. The way he taunts with a word so sweet and disarming as baby. The way he’s rubbing over your clit, caressing, really; two fingers, gentle circles and careful pressure. His other hand’s holding yours against the carpet, only he isn’t holding you down, no, he’s holding you in. Holding you close, holding onto you, fingers laced together, palm to palm.
And all the while, he’s got you pinned under his gaze. Staring down over the bridge of his nose, molten amber, sharp as broken glass, those eyes don’t miss a single thing. Sweat beads at his temples, hair falling into his eyes with every thrust as he tilts his head just so, predatory smile playing at his lips while he revels in the rapid flutter of your lashes, the way you struggle to return his gaze.
You squirm under the weight of it all, his attention, his intensity, the thick press of him nudging deep-deep-deeper inside.
"Yeah? Right there?"
He lets out a quiet sigh, almost a laugh, tongue lolling out to drag across his bottom lip. A flash of white teeth, a hairline fracture in flawless porcelain, it’s all mock sympathy; Too much for you to handle, huh? Poor baby.
“You close already? Gonna come for me?”
“Shut u—oh my—fuck!"
The pleasure slams into you all at once, more pain than relief. You clench around him like a vice, pulsing helplessly, squeezing, whimpering, endless waves of blinding-white heat crashing through you. The force of it cuts deep crimson half-moons across his skin.
“Shit!” He comes not a second later, collapsing onto his elbows and burying his cry into your mouth.
You’re still trembling through the tail-end of your orgasm when he slants his lips, licking into you, tongue sliding over yours in a slow, insistent rhythm that steals what little breath you have left. You’re too wrecked to question it, too gone to do anything but part your lips for him, panting wildly into the heat of his mouth. The aftershocks are making your whole body jolt, stomach tensing each time he draws out slowly before sinking back in, fingers refusing to let up on your throbbing clit.
He doesn’t stop talking afterward, either. Never does.
Quiet praises muffled against your lips, words tumbling free like he can’t hold any of it in:
Yeah, there you go. Keep coming. Let me feel it. So pretty, you know that? All fucked-out on my cock.
The blood’s rushing so fast past your ears it’s hard to hear much of it at all.
And yet, in the deafening roar of your own pulse, his words feel more real than anything he’s admitted in the light of day.
That's it. All mine, just like this.
...
The Wild Cherry bubble pops in the quiet of the van.
A tacky patch of it clings stubbornly to the corner of your mouth, and you chase it with your tongue just to have something to do.
The van smells like warm vinyl and sweat. Crisp deodorant. Steve’s shampoo.
Heat still clings to your skin in places you don’t want to acknowledge. Your thighs tack slightly against the faux leather when you shift.
Another pop of the bubblegum punctuates the silence like a starting pistol, restlessness coiling in your stomach until it snaps into confession:
“I think we should establish some rules.”
Steve freezes mid-page flip. For a guy who acts like nothing rattles him anymore, he’s still a stickler for order. Rules are the anchor he clings to when everything else is falling to shit.
His eyes snap to you.
“Rules?” he repeats. “For what?”
As if he doesn’t know.
You don’t bother answering, just let your gaze drift to the back.
The place where you’ve been making all your worst decisions since Crawl #4.
The ridiculous, shag-carpeted shrine where your self-control goes to die on its knees. Where Steve Harrington’s mouth has done just about everything, including the thing Rule #3 is about to outlaw in permanent ink.
He follows your gaze, blinking once, twice. His jaw tightens so sharply you can hear his teeth click.
Looking back, that should’ve been your first warning.
But you, idiot that you are, reach into the glove box instead, pulling out the beat-up WSQK notepad with the frayed spiral and the coffee stain on the cover.
You start writing.
Rule #1: No talking about it outside the van.
Rule #2: No touching once we’re done.
Rule #3: No kissing.
Rule #4: This e—
“—Woah, okay, hold on—give me that.” He snatches the notebook from you mid-scribble, lifting it up to read.
His eyes skim the list, and you watch his expression shift in real time.
Steve Harrington has never been good at hiding his face. It’s always been a little unfair to him, expressive in ways he’d probably kill to tone down. He tries to school it now, but you catch everything.
Confusion. Disbelief. Annoyance.
“No talking… fine, whatever,” he mutters, eyes darting back and forth. “No touching once we’re—” He squints, incredulous. “No kissing?”
He looks up at you then, blinking like he’s waiting for the punchline.
“But... we did that already. Like, a lot.”
You clear your throat. “Yeah. That’s why we’re making this list now.”
Something in his expression pinches, subtle but sharp. “Right. Sure. I mean, yeah. Makes sense if you were... if you weren’t into it.”
You shake your head, unconsciously mirroring the divot between his brows. “It’s not about that, Steve. I just… I don’t want this turning complicated, that’s all.”
He scoffs, quick and humorless. “Yeah, 'cause there’s nothing complicated about this, right? What, a whole legal contract just so we can... make out in a van?”
“Make out?” you echo, raising a brow.
He reddens. “You know what I mean.”
Wordlessly, you pry the notebook from his hands and finish writing the last rule.
Rule #4: This ends when the Crawls end.
He falls silent. Stares at that line for a long time.
Long enough that you start to wonder if he’s about to laugh, or call this whole thing off, or just climb out of the van and never look back.
When he finally lifts his head, his eyes aren’t the same. They’re muddled, knotted, dark with something you’ll never be able to put words to.
“The hell does that mean?” he asks quietly.
“It means… when the Crawls are done, this stops.” you say, equally quiet.
He blinks, slow. Once at you. Once at the notebook.
His head drops again, nostrils flaring in a tiny, sharp breath.
The page crinkles under his thumb.
“Yeah,” he says finally, voice low. “Okay. Rules. Sure.”
That should’ve quieted the ache inside you. It only stirs it up worse.
He keeps his eyes fixed on the page, jaw working quietly as he idly spins the plastic ring along the spine.
He draws in a breath.
“Except, just—” He falters, swallowing it back with a light shrug. “That third one seems kinda unrealistic, don’t you think?”
You tip your head, letting your voice lilt playfully. “Why, you don’t think you could do it?"
His eyes snap to yours, quick, sharp, the dim light doing nothing to soften the way he's glaring.
You hold his stare for all of one, two, three seconds before he huffs and looks away, eyes rolling to the ceiling.
Without looking at you, he thrusts his hand out. “Gimme the pen.”
You place it in his palm.
Jaw tight, he bends over the page and scribbles something fast at the very bottom, the scratch of the pen hissing sharp.
You don’t see what he’s added until he tosses the notebook back into your lap.
And later—when the weight of your own choice collapses in on itself and you’re left trying to make sense of the pieces—you’ll remember the way his hand trembled.
You’ll remember the tight press of his lips. The quiet, swallowed words he never let out.
And you’ll realize this was the moment where things truly went wrong.
Two letters. Pressed so hard into the paper you can feel them from the other side.
Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V
Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse
A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3
You are in a daze.
Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull.
The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going.
Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in.
Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.
Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her.
Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises.
And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.
The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.
But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.
Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.
Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.
The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight.
Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.
Gilmore Street…that’s where you live.
Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?
But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened.
Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction.
Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem.
Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.
Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...
A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together.
It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.
“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.
“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.
“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?
“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you.
Your soft voice speaks his name.
Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches.
Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.
“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”
Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."
“He got out?”
“From where?” Debbie asks.
Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.
“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.
“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.
The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.
“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.
“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.
And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.
He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.
Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.
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Characters/Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader, Robin Buckley
Series Summary: You accidentally confess your feelings for Steve Harrington in front of the whole school.
Word Count: 2.7K
Warnings: None, Embarrassment??
A/N: STRANGER THINGS IS BACK BABY!!
A/N 2: Wow I finally write part 2... took me long enough. I feel like I knew where I wanted part 1 to go but had trouble on what I wanted to do with Part 2. But I think I have a pretty good idea for the series now so hopefully you like where it's going. Let me know what you think!! As always, love you sm for supporting me! <3
Part 1
Also posted to A03 - @ theapangea
Billy: Ok, seriously just admit it.
A heavy layer of confusion falls upon the classroom as Billy’s rough voice flows through the speaker over the chalkboards. Dozens of students looks between each other, whispering inaudible questions as they attempt to figure out what is happening.
You: Admit what?
Billy: That you like Steve Harrington and maybe I’ll leave you alone.
All students, including the teacher, whip their heads from the blasting speaker to Steve Harrington at the back of the classroom. The screeching sound of metal against linoleum ripples through Steve as the students whisper to themselves and look curiously at him.
Steve’s face washes white, soft hues of swirling red and pink littering his cheeks as he sinks into the plastic chair. Attempting, yet failing, at hiding himself from his classmates and this whole situation. The embarrassment pulses through his body as the whole school (practically the whole town) listens in on the private conversation that you and Billy are having.
Steve Harrington is curious, though.
Curious about your answer. If you really did like him or not. Curiosity filling his mind and sends it wildly in every direction.
He hasn’t spoken to you much, since you are a year younger than him. He also used to be sort of a dick to almost everyone at the school until last year. So he can only imagine what you actually must think about him.
Suddenly the memory of this morning comes flashing through his mind. Him running into you at the office since he was running last for school. The way he accidentally knocked all of your textbooks onto the ground. His hand grazing against yours as he gave you back your books, a small fire lighting that he didn’t recongize at first. The shy, yet cute, look and diverted eyes you gave him when he apologized. Maybe you do like him, a small fluttering feeling tingles in Steve’s chest.
You: I’m not going to admit anything if it isn’t true.
And in an instant that tingling feeling is destroyed with a simple sentence. Steve’s heart crushing while his wild mind comes falling back to the ground.
Billy: Baby, It’s just you and me here. No one's gonna know outside this room.
You: Ugh, fine.
There is a pause. The entire school on the edge of their seats as they wait for the next words to come out of your mouth, out of the speaker.
Steve climbs back out of his slouched position, gripping the front of his small desk, practically leaning out of his chair. Hanging onto every word as your angelic voice echoes over the speaker. Unknowingly speaking to the entire student body, unknowingly speaking to Steve.
You: Yeah, I like Steve Harrington.
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It is a completely out of body experience.
The way that time moves slowly around you as your head pounds rapidly against your skull. The look of horror plastered across Robin’s face as she drags you away. Your head instinctively turning back towards Billy in that damn small room, sending you a wink and a kiss goodbye. Sending you off to face life after it has so drastically ended.
The way your heart twists so tightly in your chest, afraid it is going to burst at any moment. Your breaths becoming staggered as you gasp for air with each moving step. Your mind needs all the time in the world to catch up yet the world has decided to move on without you.
The click of the girl’s bathroom lock shocks you back to reality.
Your eyes grow wide as you practically scream in Robin’s face. Her arms wrapping around your fragile body, finger tracing circles around your back as you sob into her. Tears, snot, drool leaking from every possible hole. Turning you into an even bigger mess.
This is pure hell on Earth.
Confessing your crush to a friend is normal. Confessing your crush to Billy is plain stupid. But confessing your crush on Steven Harrington to the entire student body has got to be the worst thing that has ever happened to you or anyone in Hawkins.
How are you supposed to pull yourself together now? How are you supposed to face everyone in school? Everyone now knows your little secret.
Robin pulls back, holding your shoulders, “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she wipes a tear from your face. “But now, was it ever really a secret?” She cocks her head to the side in that Robin way. “I mean doesn’t every girl have a crush on Steve. So it is really that horrible?”
You stare at her blankly, tears still streaming down your face. On one hand you understand her, yes Steve is hot so obviously he is many people’s crush. But on the other hand, not everyone has confessed their feelings for him in front of the whole student population.
You shake your head aggressively yes at Robin’s question. Your eyes wide and red as they plead at your best friend for help.
Robin rubs your shoulders and brings you in again. Her melon bodywash gives you some much needed comfort at this dire moment.
After several heart-shattering moments, you and Robin finally leave the girl’s restroom. She thought it would be best for you to leave school before class is over so you don’t have to face anyone else for the day.
You muster up a small smile before pushing on the outside door handle and exiting the school. The warm air coating your face, warming your vacant body as you step outside.
The bright sunny sky is the exact opposite of the crushing pain your feel in your heart. Sure you want Steve to know about your feelings, but on your own time, and in your own way. If you could’ve ever gained the courage to tell him.
You aren’t the most confident in yourself, so you’ve always hid your feelings from the boys you’ve liked. Scared that if they knew then rejection was surely on the horizon. You know you are pretty but there is still something in the back of your mind that stops you from being able to tell your true feelings.
And this whole situation definitely did not make it easier. Do you think mom will let you stay home for the rest of the year? At least unless Steve graduates?
You kick a rock across the pavement as you make your way across the parking lot. Unfortunately, you just so happen to also run into Billy leaning against his own car. A cigarette hanging from his lips, almost as if he was waiting there for you.
Your heart tightening in your chest, lungs expanding and collapsing rapidly, your stomach turning at the pure site of him. If you were drunk, you would definitely rip him limb from limb. Scratch that, you are straight sober and would rip him apart without a second thought.
Your hands tighten into fist as you walk past him, nose in the air as you won’t give him another second of your day.
But then you feel him trailing right behind you.
“Fuck. Off. Billy.”
“And she speaks again.” Billy’s hands clap. The sound shocking your system.
You huff, turning around so quickly that he almost runs into you. Crossing your arms over your chest, almost as if they are your armour around your heart. Stopping Billy from playing anymore games. “Haven’t you done enough today? Can’t you just leave me alone after what you did? Do you have no remorse?” These questions spit fire out of your mouth.
“I didn’t do it totally on purpose.” He flicks his finished cigarette.
“Wow, thanks, totally makes me feel better.” You fake a smile before turning around to walk away, but Billy grabs onto your wrist, pulling you back to face him.
Billy pushes his opposite hand through his curls, “Ok fine.” He signs as if this is the most difficult thing to say, “I feel a little bad about it. So let me make it up to you.” He cheekily smiles.
“In your dreams, Hargrove.” You shake your wrist from his grasp.
Billy holds his hands out in front of himself, “I can make it up to you, Y/N.” The look in his eyes is unreadable but sincere.
“And how would you do that?” You curse yourself for hearing him out. He shouldn’t get any chances to make this situation better, or for his sake, most likely worse.
“Date me.”
You burst out laughing. A laugh you didn’t even know you still possessed after today’s events, “Seriously don’t make me laugh, my mind can’t keep up with all of these emotions.” Wiping a lose tear away from your eye with the back of your hand.
“I am serious.” Billy now cross his arms over his chest and leans slightly back on one of his feet.
“Billy, let me make this very clear so that even someone like you understands. I don’t just not like you anymore, I despise you with all my being. I would never, in a million years, date you.” Your words are coated in venom as you watch them hit Billy impenetrable armour. He didn’t even flinch. “So, just leave me alone so that I can go home and cry myself to sleep and forget that this day ever happened.”
Billy shruggs his shoulders and you finally breath some fresh air as you are free from this hell. You mouth a thank you before turning on your heels and walking away.
“You know if you start dating me, people will forget about the whole Harrington thing.” He shouts across the parking lot.
Those words hold you in your place as he may be onto something. Your turn back around and march right back to where he is still standing.
“You really think so?” You try to even your voice so it doesn’t sound like you are too excited that this stupid plan may work.
Billy shakes his head, “Yeah, we just say it’s some prank. Some stupid foreplay you do to make me jealous. Something hot to get us off.” He winks and you almost barf at thinking about any sort of foreplay with Billy.
But it could work. Are you seriously contemplating fake dating Billy to pretend your confession was fake as well?
It could work.
“Just some prank?” You repeat his words.
He nods, “Then we can do a public break up at some point later on and go our separate ways.”
Your hands find your hips. “And what exactly do you get out of this?”
“I want to kiss you, with tongue.”
“That’s all you want?” You question.
It feels as if you are asking for way more of him than he is of you. As much as it may physically pain you to kiss Billy Hargrove, it’s only a kiss. And you can still brush your teeth afterwards. He is doing a lot more being your fake boyfriend, for who knows how long (oh god), until this whole love confession thing blows over.
“Maybe a couple of dinners over the course of a few weeks too.”
You shrug, you can manage a few, hopefully free, dinners. “And without the kissing?” You have to at least ask because that is a lot for him to ask of you.
“Then the deal is off, sweetheart. You will forever be known as the girl who told the school that you have a little crush on Steve Harrington, so sad.” He frowns.
Billy seems genuinely trying to help you. But he was the one to get you into this situation in the first place. Can you really trust him? Who knows, and at this point, who cares. He is going to help make Hawkins High tolerable again. At this point, you need him. And he kind of seems like he may need you too.
You scan over his body, his light wash blue jeans and matching jacket don’t make him too horrible to look at. You can pretend to be his girlfriend for a little bit with hopefully a limited amount of barfing.
“Fine.” You roll your eyes.
“Fantastic.” He claps his hands together, “Now, why don’t you hold my hand and let’s go tell the whole school that you were only kidding about your little Harrington crush.”
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It took you another twenty minutes of pep talk before you could hold Billy’s hand and walk back into school. Unfortunately for you, it was at the exact time that the bell rang for the passing period between first and second period.
It is a really weird feeling to find comfort while holding Billy’s hand. Several callouses line his palm, the rough skin poking you. But for some weird reason, it keeps you grounded in reality.
Sure you are getting looks from every single person you pass in the hallway and sure you want to run back outside and escape from this prison. But you made a deal with Billy, and if Billy is correct then this whole situation should be old news by next week.
You look over at Billy as he leads down the hallway. He has absolutely no care in the world. The other students part for him like the Red Sea and he is some sort of God. In another weird way, he is sort of like your savior. You shake that thought quickly as Billy is definitely no goddamn saint.
Billy stops at a row of lockers that are to the left of your second period. He knows your schedule since you’ve both been pulled out of various classes to help with school announcement things in the front office. It never occurred to you that he was actually paying attention.
Billy pulls you towards him and spins you around so that you are trapped between him and the lockers. The cold metal cooling the air that is circling the two of you.
“What are you doing?” You whisper, eyes widening.
“Giving them a show.” He chuckles.
You glance over his shoulders to see the dozens and counting eyes that follow your every move. The feeling of suffocating quickly travels up your throat as your eyes lock back in with Billy’s. Then drop quickly to the space between the two of you.
Billy’s left hand lays on the locker by the side of your head as his right hand lays comfortably on your hip. You’ve never had a boy this close to you in a while so you aren't quite sure how to act. Your fingertips play with the hems of your sleeves and you don’t dare to look at him again.
“Kiss me.”
Your eyes widen as they find his dark ones. Shock, despair, embarrassment coats your shaking pupils as you attempt to understand Billy’s request. He is already asking for a kiss thirty minutes after asking to fake date.
You hoped it would’ve been longer than this before he was trying to kiss you. But it is Billy Hargrove so who are you really kidding.
“I-I don-don’t…” You stumble over your words.
Billy leans in close, his hot breath spilling across your ear. “Steve Harrington, confession, remember?”
You gulp as he pulls back, take a deep breath, and wrap both of your hands in Billy’s jacket as you pull him in. His lips collide with yours in a moment and he doesn’t take more than a millisecond to take advantage of his lips on yours. He is fast and eager, and actually kind of good at kissing(?).
His hand finds the back of your head as he deepens himself into you. Letting him take the lead, putting on a show for all of those peering eyes.
Billy pulls away with a cheeky smile, obviously proud of himself and you roll your eyes.
“I’ll make sure word gets around that your mine. Just hold your head high and I’ll see you later.” The pad of his thumb finds your bottom lip as he wipes away any remembrance of him. Winking as he backs away and walks down the hallway.
The final bell from passing period rings and you quickly dip into your next period. Cursing yourself as you realize it‘s math class.
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Silence.
Everything you needed to be able to study for your upcoming Chemistry test on Monday. Perfect and complete silence.
The textbook, notebook, and practice quizzes are scattered across the table. The sound of pencil writing on paper fills the almost empty library on this Friday afternoon. Deciding that your best work was going to get finished before the weekend. Before any distractions.
“Guess who, princess?”
Speaking of distractions .
Calloused hands hover in front of your eyes, blocking your view of the messy study session. Your body tenses at the sound of his voice, his lips inches away, his smooth voice whispering in your ear.
You hum, biting your bottom lip. Knowing exactly who it is, his voice was practically on repeat in your head since you started dating, “Steve?”
The man groans, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Dropping his hands before crashing into the chair next to you, his hand over his heart acting as if he is hurt by your guess. Another groan, more of a whine this time, your eyes fixated on his movements, the way his head is tilted slightly upwards, his tongue licking his lips before forming into a smile.
A devilish smile just for you.
“Oh…it’s just you, ” You tease, trying to conceal the smile that so desperately wanted to appear.
“You’re disappointed?” He questions, cocking one of his eyebrows. His legs spread wide, stroking his fingers through his already messy hair that covers the top half of his leather jacket. Loving the way his dark jeans hug his thighs, sending wild desires through your mind.
Shrugging your shoulders, intentionally not answering him as you know it will drive him crazy. Your attention goes back to the worksheet in front of you. But before you could actually write anything down, Eddie pulls your chair closer to him, the sound of scraping metal on wood shoots through the small building. Your whole body sliding away from the worksheet.
His fingers tucking a piece of your hair behind your ears, “What? You wish it was actually Harrington instead of me?” His other hand rubbing along the top of your thigh, the touch alone creating a wet pool in your panties. “You think he can make you feel as good as I can?” His cold fingers start to move up your leg, cursing yourself for wearing a skirt today.
“Eddie, not here.” Quickly grabbing his wrist, stopping him before he moves any closer to your sweet spot. Your eyes dart around the room, wondering if anyone is watching the two of you.
“Why?” He questions, explaining, “No one is around baby .”
“We’re at school, that’s why ?” You say through your teeth.
“Makes it that much more fun, doesn’t it?” He almost whines,the slight tease in his voice and demeanor could crush you right here. Shifting in your seats, this action was obviously noticed by Eddie. “Come on,” he whispers, “I want to hear you moan my name.”
“I have to study.” You persist, finally removing his hand off of your thigh.
“ Boring .” He enunciates very loudly, picking up one of your pens to draw some doodles at the bottom of your notebook. A hidden smile peaks through as you see the little bats drawing.
Finally thinking you will actually be able to get some work done.
“You have been teasing me all week.” Eddie accusing you without lifting his head. Continuing in a higher pitched voice, “ Oh, Eddie, I wanna feel you deep instead of me’ ‘I can’t wait to wrap my pretty lips around your huge cock ’.”
“Eddie!” You squeal, the way you say his name sounds more sexual than intended, huffing “You know I have to study for this test.”
“If you just let me touch that pretty, little pussy of yours, then I’ll leave you alone,” A smirk grows with each word, his head lifting to meet your graze, momentarily forgetting about the drawing. His eyes darken by the sheer thought of being inside of you.
Your eyes dart around the empty library again, finally accepting your fate that he wasn’t going to leave you alone to study. Plus, you had to admit that it was rather hot that he wanted to pleasure you on school grounds.
“Ok.” His eyes light up before you quickly add, “But only for a little bit.”
The playful grin dances across his face as he scoots closer to you. His hand slowly trails your thighs as your legs separate. The cold metal rings that lined his fingers sending goosebumps through your body.
You watch his hand disappear underneath your skirt. Breathing in deeply as his fingers trace over your underwear.
“Are you already dripping wet for me? Does the sheer thought of me touching you turn you on that much?” He coos.
“Shut up.” You say through your teeth, your breath getting caught in your throat as his middle finger hooks under the fabric.
His digits tracing along your entrance as you sharply inhale. The feeling is so good, so pure, so euphoric.
“You are so perfect.” His volume is low as he moves to attack your neck with kisses.
Adjusting yourself in the chair as he works his middle finger inside your folds. The shock of electricity burning inside of you. A small moan falls from your lips as you heave to catch your breath.
Music to Eddie’s ears as he starts to pump his finger inside of you. The wave of pleasure coats through your body, another moan leaves your lips, this time a little louder.
“That’s a good girl. Do you like when I make you feel good?” He smiles into the soft spot on your neck, currently covered in deep purple hickies.
You nod your head in agreement. The pure ecstasy racing through your veins.
“Only I can make you feel this way, right ?” Eddie stops mid pump, his dark eyes staring at you awaiting your answer.
Shaking your head quickly, your eyes begging him to continue.
“Tell me baby .” He begins, “Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel this way. Feel this good .”
“You’re the only one.” Your words are breathy, needy.
His other arm wrapping around your back, hand placing around your neck, fingers gripping delicately, squeezing before his middle finger begins moving again. The whines are laced in desire as he moves faster, hooking his finger inside your core.
“Does my little princess liked being finger fucked?” He teases, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers gripping tighter around your neck.
Your mouth opens but nothing comes out as he adds another finger into your folders, stretching you more to accommodate his size.
“I need to hear you baby, how am I supposed to know if you truly like it?” He nibbles on your ear.
“Yes,” the breathy word barely being spoken.
“Good girl. My perfect girl, ” His words encasing your whole body.
Releasing his grasp on your neck, to move your head towards him, catching his lips in a wet kiss. Barely able to focus on the kiss as he curls his digits, making you moan against his lips. The intense vibration humming through your ears.
“I love making you moan.” He states as he pulls away. “You like moaning for me, princess ? You like when I can make you come?”
You shake your head yes, his fingers pumping perfectly inside of you. Faster, faster, faster. Your mind not able to focus on anything else except the pure pleasure that his long digits are making you feel.
“This is all about you baby . I love making you feel good.” He kisses your neck again.
It was as if your body could contain itself anymore, buckling under his touch.
“Cum for me.” He whispers against your sore skin, “ Be a good girl and cum for me. ”
And his wish was your command as you try to contain the moans that escape your lips. Riding out your high while grinding against his fingers.
Gentling pulling his fingers from your core, bringing them up to his lips to lick them. A few laughs escape your lips as you realize what you just did. Where you both still were.
“Wanna come over to my house to finish studying?” He questions, hinting at the bulge in his pants.
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Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader
Word Count: 2205
Summary: After hearing about your date with Eddie Munson, Steve decides to finally ask you out.
Warning: None.
A/N: A series I wrote a while ago but finally moving it over to Tumblr! Enjoy my loves!
*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*
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Today was weirdly peaceful. Normally, Fridays are busy but today seemed oddly quiet. There were no last minute dads getting off of work trying to figure out which children’s movie to rent or a couple wondering what movie would be good background noise for their make out session.
The day mostly consisted of you and Steve doing your job’s mundane duties. To be honest, it was a little tense between the two of you lately. Nothing in particular stuck out in your mind, but it seemed like Steve didn’t want to talk to you at all. You would notice that his eyes would linger just a bit too long and he would avoid any and all situations that involved talking to you. Something was bugging him and you just decided to leave it at that.
You spent most of the day rewinding tapes, stocking, and ignoring Steve. He seems to always spend his days the same, trying to get a date. He hasn’t been all that lucky since high school and sometimes you kind of felt bad for him. He would go out with any girl who happened to say yes to his boyish charm yet come in the next day complaining about their horrible date and her horrible kissing.
You didn’t want to hear about Steve's excuse for a dating life. Not because it wasn’t funny as hell to see him struggle to keep a girlfriend, but because you were somewhat jealous of the other girls he would give his attention to. You wouldn’t dare to ever say this outloud, but Steve was definitely someone you have a major crush on.
If you are a girl from Hawkins, you have had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in your life. Your crush just seemed to never dissipate.
“You’re really going on a date with Eddie Munson?” Steve basically shouted from behind the counter, pulling you from your mindless thoughts.
You look over the rack of movies in front of you, your hands automatically fixing them as you respond, “What…” you pause for a brief moment, “how did you hear about that?”
“Robin.” He chuckled. He couldn’t believe that you would go on a date with that loser willingly.
“It’s none of your business Steve.” You groan while putting another tape onto the shelf. It was true though, you were going on a date with Eddie Munson tonight but you didn’t want Steve’s opinion about the matter.
“It is when you’re going out with that freak.” He cringes at the thought of you and Eddie Munson actually going on a date. You groan in frustration at his comment. Vowing now to never listen to Steve Harrington ever again.
You put a couple more tapes on the shelf. You could feel his presence next to you before he states, “I didn’t even think he was your type.” It was almost like he was intentionally trying to stand too close.
“What exactly do you think my type is Steve?” You questioned.
Steve instantly stands up a little straighter, pulling his vest down a bit. Clearly indicating that he was your type. Where would he even get that idea? You never said anything to anybody about your crush on Steve. Do you think he knows? Do you think he is playing with you to make you confess that you are in love with him?
“You wish,” you scoff at his inaudible comment and push past him. To be honest, you wished you could build up the courage to tell Steve how you really felt. This whole love-hate friendship thing that has been going on for the past couple of months has been torture. You loved the teasing and the way he would wear that cocky smile after a snarky remark made you want to kiss him even more. But you never got the feeling that he felt the same way.
“Come on, go out with me tonight.” He follows closely behind. His request sends shivers down your spine. The words you always wanted to hear were now being spoken yet at the worst possible time in your life. Fuck Steve Harrington for always having the worst timing.
“You can’t just now ask me on a date because you know I am going out with Eddie.” You turn around to face hime, pointing out his obvious intentions. “Also, you should ask me out because you want to not because it’s to stop me from dating Eddie.” You add, your eyes meeting his and suddenly his presence feels extremely close.
You can see he was examining your face. Examining what you were actually thinking and wanting to take all of you in. You were standing so close that you could see the same razor scars that lined his chin. You could see the slight emptiness in his eyes and the pressure of growing up too fast.
Your mind racing with all the things you wanted to say to him but never got the chance. Let’s face it, you were so small compared to what he had to offer. You turn back around before he could read too much further into the obvious expression on your face. Your safety behind the counter and computer couldn’t have come quicker. The soft clicking sound of your fingertips typing away filled the small store.
Steve huffs, his forearms resting on top of the counter, “Y/N, I do want too. Plus you will have way more fun with me anyways.” He adds, his puppy dog eyes tearing a piece of your heart away as you try to stay mad but can’t.
You could feel yourself giggling at his remark. Damn Steve. He had this way of getting under your skin yet also being able to get himself on your good side. He could talk himself into and out of any situation, especially with you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger, but instead of actually asking you out on a date he would do anything to stop you from going on them.
He wasn’t as confident as he wanted the world to view him as. He was lonely and heartbroken. Never fully recovering from dating Nancy Wheeler and never fully recovered from all the rejection since. He went from King Steve of Hawkins High to some unknown dude in the video store. How pathetic, his father always told him.
But he liked it there, he liked hanging out with Robin…and you. Even though he would never confess actually wanting to hang out with you to your face. You were the reason he wasn’t lonely during the week while Robin was at school. You were the person who laughed at his jokes even if they weren’t that funny. Steve couldn’t believe that he was finally able to ask you out, the only bad part was that you were going on a date with Eddie first. Good job, Steve.
You stop typing for a moment and meet his gaze. His mind was trying to find the right words, any words to save himself.
“Eddie and I have a lot in common, which is why I said yes. Plus he had the guts to actually ask me out.” You confess, your words stinging more than you intended. But you were right, if Steve would have actually asked you out any other time than you would be more than willing to go with him. Hell, he was the one putting you in this situation.
“Fine.” Steve groans, his forehead now resting on the counter. You finally thought that you had won, that he was finally going to leave you alone. You go back to the computer screen, inputting the number on the tape cover.
“But we are going out tomorrow.” He demands. His confidence finally finding its voice.
You giggle again. How could he be so demanding all the time? How could he just keep asking after you basically said no? “I’m not sure if I’m free.” You pretend to think about his offer when in reality you couldn’t believe that Steve Harrington continued to keep asking you out on a date. You almost had to pinch yourself, really hoping this was not some sort of dream.
“I know you aren’t.” He wasn’t appeased by the joke, “I am picking you up at 5 tomorrow.”
“Isn’t that a little early for dinner?” A puzzled look landing on your face.
“5 in the morning, duh.” He clarifies. The smile that formed on his face was unlike any other. You were now this big prize that he has won and he was happy to be able to show you off. The fact that he was finally able to go on a real date with you was amazing and nerve-wrecking.
“Morning?” You repeat as he walks away without another word. Why 5 in the morning? Why in the world would Steve want to even get up that early on a Saturday? You wondered what kind of plans he could possibly have at 5 in the morning.
It was a little awkward for the rest of your shift together. Steve seemed oddly pleased with himself after your little interaction and you seemed completely torn between these two dates. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand, you were going on a date with someone who has actually made it clear that he wanted to date you. And on the other hand, you are going to go on a date with the literal man of your dreams.
In a way, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because it felt like you were dragging Eddie into this situation. You knew in your heart that Steve was the one, but you weren’t completely sure if Steve really felt the same way. He could just really not want you to date Eddie and would do anything to stop it.
Eddie has been asking you out nonstop since sophomore year of high school and Steve never gave you a second look in high school. Steve was one of your best friends and Eddie was someone you lost touch with after graduation.
You couldn’t make a decision between the two of them. How could you? How could you pick between them? You never thought in your small town life that two very attractive men would try and date you around the same time.
The neverending thoughts of the next 24 hours and your next two dates made the rest of the day go by quickly. You had barely spoken five words to Steve since he asked you out. You were speechless. Absolutely speechless.
When the clock struck 6pm and it was finally time to go home. You couldn’t help but to try and high tail it out the door without so much as a goodbye to your coworker. Coworker, that’s all he was. He wasn’t your knight in shining armor like you wanted him to be. He was a coworker that you see often and there's nothing much to it. You tried to remind yourself but it just wasn’t working.
“You still want a ride home?” Steve calls while locking the doors and before you are out of earshot.
You stop before your feet leave the short sidewalk. Contemplating if you still need the ride home. In reality, you do, that was the reason you asked in the first place. But after today and your mind going thousands of miles per an hour, the last place you wanted to be is stuck in a metal box with Steve.
You turn on your heels, knowing that if he drove you home it would give you more time to get ready for your date with Eddie. “Sure” You huff.
“Don’t act so sad.” He opens the car door for you.
Most of the car ride was silent to say the least. Awkward, yes. Uncomfortable, yes. But you liked driving with Steve. He’s given you a ride home a couple of times and he’s always so talkative. But today was different, he seemed quiet and distant. The radio hummed lowly but the silence was too much to bear.
“You can still go out tonight with me instead.” He finally breaks the tension, before putting the car in park in front of your house.
You continue to look forward. You could feel his eyes burning a whole into your head, trying to figure out what is going on in your brain.
“Steve, drop it.” You look over at him, his sight almost taking your breath away, “Besides what if I like Eddie more and just don’t want to go on the date with you tomorrow?” You snark.
“That wouldn’t happen.” Steve rebuttals, knowing damn well that he is right.
The breathy chuckle escapes your lips as you just cannot believe this day. It was so far away from what you expected that you almost don’t believe you are alive right now. You got out of the car not saying another word. The loud bang of the car door echoing for miles.
“Hey,” He shouts, leaning forward over the passenger seat, “I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”
You try to conceal the smile that has formed. Damn this day, damn the date, and damn Steve Harrington.
Request: I’d love a Jay imagine where the reader is related to Leia and Jay is totally head over heels and Leia helps him impress the reader
Words: 1.7k
A/N: Thank you so much for the request!! I really hope you enjoy!
“Earth to Jay.”
“Earth to Jay.” Leia repeats, waving a hand in front of his face but no response.
His head rests on his palm, the faint remanence of a smile peeks through his blank expression as he stares through the crowd of hungry teenagers. And though his demeanor is calm, still even, the growing chaos in his brain at the sheer thought of you was enough to shake the world but wasn’t enough to get you to notice him.
He is completely engulfed by your presence. Sitting in the same booth day after day, watching as you smile. The way your lips stretch, your cheeks becoming fuller, your eyes smaller as that damned smile turns into a laugh. The kind of sweet honey, of sunshine, of everything he ever wanted in one person.
Oh how he wishes he was the reason you would smile. The reason for you to feel any sort of happiness at all. He watches as you stand behind the counter, the way the pen is hanging so delicately on your lips while you listen to the customer. The way your fingers move your hair out of your face before writing their order down. He can only imagine your sweet voice filling his ears talking about literally anything, as long as you were talking to him.
It was as if his body was in a trance and he couldn't breathe. Not completely noticing that you had made your way over to his table until you were standing right in front of him. Your lips were moving but he couldn’t hear a sound that was coming out….bummer.
He shakes his head, finally being able to hear your angelic voice say…to Leia…another bummer, “Can you tell grandma and grandpa I’m working late and I won’t be home for dinner?”
“Sure.” Leia answers. Jay watches the conversation unfold between the two sisters. Asking himself when did Leia get here?
“Hey Jay.” You add before turning around.
“...Hey girl…” Jay’s words trail off. None of them reaching you as you are already half-way across the restaurant with several baskets in hand.
Those two simple words peak Leia’s interest. Mentally calculating in her head what that interaction was between Jay and her older sister. “What was that?” Leia questions, as she sits down, her thumb pointing over her shoulder in your direction.
Jay almost chokes, “What was what?” Laughing off any embarrassment, his arm resting over the top of the booth.
Eyes growing wide at her sudden realization. “Oh my gosh, you do!”
“What are you talking about?” Jay acts confused.
“You like my sister.”
Jay immediately covers Leia’ mouth with his hand, stopping any more words that try to come out. Shushing her in the process as she is being a bit too loud in this small diner.
Leia licks Jay’s hand prompting him to quickly pull away from her. A disgust look rests upon his face at her action before wiping her saliva on his jeans.
A cocky smile resides on her face, obviously proud of herself and her actions. “Why don’t you say something to her?”
“For some reason I can’t.” He explains, “For some reason everytime I try to talk to her, it’s like nothing comes out.” His hands gesturing in front of him.
Leia laughs a little.
“Don’t laugh. I seriously like her.” Jay pleads, kind of annoyed that Leia is making fun of him.
She regains herself before adding, “It’s just kind of sweet watching you like this.”
“I want to tell her how I feel, I really do…” He trails off.
“I can help.” His ears perk up at her statement.
“You will?”
Leia takes one of the french fries, popping it into her mouth before saying, “I wanna see my sister happy, even if it’s with a dork like you.”
“Very funny.” Jay smacks her hand away from stealing another fry. “What should I do?”
Leia ponders for a moment, “How about you just pick her up after work and take her to the water tower. I will plan everything else.”
“Well what do you have planned?” The curiosity overtakes Jay, wanting to know everything that little devious mind came up with.
“You’ll see.” She states before standing up, snatching one more fry between leaving.
—-
The day was finally over.
The already long shift turned into an even longer one because one of your coworkers decided not to show up for work today. It was a total shit show during the dinner rush but at least these long hours mean you are able to put more money into your concert fund.
Waving goodbye to the fry cook as you step out the door and into freedom. The fresh air circling around you, thankful that you now longer have to smell the scent of fried food for the rest of the night.
You notice a figure leaning on the building a couple of steps away from you, instantly recognizing Jay. “Hi stranger.”
Your name hanging onto his lips. “Need a ride?”
“I’d love one.” You exhale a relief of not having to take the public bus.
The walk to his car was silent. It felt as though there was something hanging in the air between the two of you but you can’t quite pull the words together to place the feeling. You notice Jay stealing quick glances in your direction. His mind must be racing and you’re tempted to ask but decide to just enjoy the silence after the hectic night.
Slumping into the passenger seat as Jay holds open the door. You silently say thank you as he shuts it once you’re settled and makes his way around to the driver's seat.
He turns the key hard in the ignition, backs up quickly and shifts the car into drive before speeding out of the small parking lot. The music is low as he taps his fingers on the wheel but his tapping is off slightly as his nerves begin to take control.
He can’t believe he left it to Leia to plan a romantic night with his crush and now that he finally has you in the car, he can’t seem to speak a single word. How pathetic he thinks to himself.
“Have-have any plans for the night?” He manages to push out the question during a red light.
“Does getting into my pjs and laying in bed count as plans?” You laugh awkwardly, knowing that it seems totally lame to not be doing anything on a Friday night.
Jay laughs comfortably, finally being able to breathe for the first time since he entered the car, “No, not really.”
“No then.”
His laugh is contagious as it swirls around you and fills your head. It feels nice, you laughing with him, you doing anything with him. It was the first time that you and Jay hung out, if you can call him giving you a ride home hanging out.
You always had a little, tiny crush on him and thought that he was bold enough to ask you out but never did.
He speaks your name, barely audible, “Would you like to do something with me?”
You look at him, your lips turning at the corners, “Of course.” Your hands run the length of your word pants, “As long as you don’t mind that I smell like french fries.”
“Is it wrong of me to like that?”
You shake your head as your laughs mix together within the small space.
The conversation dies down a bit but it is no longer as awkward as before. There is a new level of comfort that is shared between the two of you.
Jay takes a left down a dirt road, one you are all too familiar with. The road to the water tower. He parks the car at the base of the tower, running swiftly around the front of the vehicle to open your door.
You smile brightly as he extends his hand for you to take. He leads you over to the ladder, letting you go first.
You climb the several rungs to the top. The view of the city shining below and rose petals that liter the metal floor of the walkway.
“Did you do this Jay?” You ask as he finally makes it to the top.
He is standing so close to you that you can barely breathe. He gulps, one of his hands combs through his hair, “Yeah, well I had some help.”
Jay places a hand on your lower back to guide you to sit on the ledge. He plops down next to you so that you both are looking over Point Place.
And then fireworks.
Real fireworks start to blast through the dark sky. Blue, red, yellow, white. Beautiful hues racing through the darkness.
Your eyes grow wide as your heart aches. “Is this all for me?”
Jay is speechless too but shaking his head in agreement. You watch as you can see the colors through the reflections in his eyes but you can’t seem to look away from Jay.
You watch as he takes a breath and then looks over at you.
“I’m just going to come out to say it because I can’t hold it in any longer, but I like you. Like I seriously like you so much that every time I try to talk to you I am speechless.” Jay confesses, his words come fumbling out of his mouth.
“You do?” Your heart aches again.
“Ever since I met you. Like I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Wow, Jay.” You pause for a moment, “This is going to sound lame but this is probably the most romantic thing someone has ever done for me.”
“I want this to be special because you’re special.” Jay’s gaze falls a bit.
You place your hand on top of Jays, the one that is resting on his lap. This prompts him to look at you again.
This is everything you have ever wanted. You knew that there was something more between the two of you. And he’s just confirmed it.
You lean in towards him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
You surprise yourself that you kissed him first. That is not normally like you but this feeling is just too much for words.
The kiss starts slow as you both find your footing. Your breaths mix together as Jay moves both of his hands to cup your face. This is where he finally takes control, deepening the kiss.
And if it wasn’t for the loud booms of the fireworks over the city, you would think that they were coming from the both of you.
Hello! May I pls request a Lip Gallagher x reader with some tooth-rotting fluff?
Much love :)
I Wanna Be Yours
Pairing/Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader
Prompt: “God, I just like you so, so much.” from @dumplingsjinson from dialogue list.
Word Count: 1.5K
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun writing this. I just love love confessions !!! Thank u for supporting my work. I LOVE YOU!!! All mistakes are mine bc I can be too lazy to proof read lol
*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*
This is going to be the perfect night.
The soft music hums through the house as you curl up in your favorite spot on the couch. Your parents are on their weekly date night which means you have the whole house to yourself. And some much needed peace and quiet.
The scent of peach fills your nose as the candle flames dance in the shadows. You thumb through one of your favorite books, finding the page that you were on last. You scan the page as the letter turns into words that turn into the well-loved story that you know by heart. So yes, this is going to be the absolute perfect night.
Scanning quickly over the page as the anticipation grows within you while your favorite scene begins to unfold. The two love interests are finally going to kiss, making this book more magical by the second.
Pounding from the front down pulls you out from your fantasy world and into the real one. The pounding shakes through your whole body. Your head whips towards the shaking door as your pulse quickens to match the thumping.
You aren’t expecting anyone to stop by tonight.
Huffing in frustration as you so badly want to be left alone with your book tonight. The door rattles again, more urgently this time. Glancing over to the clock underneath the tv, the time reads 9:52pm.
Who could possibly be knocking this late? You question while setting the book down on the coffee table and heading towards the door.
The person on the other side knocks for a third time. The urgent drumming against the wood prompts you to hurry, glancing through the peep-hole to see who is on the other side.
A smile plasters instantly all over your face when a head of messy blonde hair and a lazy smile looks back at you.
You didn’t expect Lip to come over since you didn’t have a study session today. He’s been teaching you math and you’ve been helping him with piano lessons. You’ve loved the time you’ve been spending with Lip and have started to develop a little bit of a crush on him. Though you would never tell him. It would grow his ego too much.
He bounces around girlfriends a lot and you can’t seem to catch up. So you just decided to wait this little crush out, but unfortunately, the crush has only grown bigger.
You instinctively comb through your hair and straighten out your pajamas before opening the door. The night air swirls around you, sending goosebumps down your arms. But you can’t really tell if it’s because of the cool summer night or the man standing in front of you.
He stumbles through the door frame, passing by you without so much as a hello, the smell of alcohol bathing over him. Your high hopes on why he is here plummet immediately as you watch him flop head first onto your couch.
You roll your eyes as you close and lock the door before shuffling your way across the hardwood floors, passing Lip laying silently on the couch. This isn’t the first time that Lip has come to your house drunk. Usually it’s after a fight with Karen or Mandy.
Grabbing a glass from the dry pile by the kitchen sink and filling it with cold water, before reaching into one of the cabinets to grab a couple of advil.
Making your way back over to Lip, setting the cup and two pills down on the table in front of him. You pat his head a little so he knows you are here and make your way to the other side of the couch to sit where his body isn’t occupying the space.
Lip lays there for a beat. A groan shakes through the room as he musters up the strength to lift his hand, grabbing the two pills abruptly and shoving them into his mouth. He lifts himself only a bit to wash the pills down with a big sip of water. The liquid spilling slightly out of the cup.
You glance over at him to make sure he is ok before picking up your book to continue reading.
You can feel the shift of the couch as he manages to get into a sitting position. Your eyes glances over for a second to see his head resting on the back side of the couch.
He must have been drinking more than usual as he’s never this silent for this long around you.
You almost feel sorry for him. Your mind starts to wander through all the possibilities that make him drink himself to oblivion almost every night. You so desperately wish that you could save him from himself, want to be the one who he can come to when he has problems. But to him, you are just the girl he tutors and nothing else. You need to stop thinking that there can be something more between you two.
Even though your eyes are moving as if you are reading, you aren’t comprehending any of the words on the page. They are all a blurred mess.
“Can you keep a secret?” He mumbles, his voice low and slurred.
You hum in response. Knowing that you will always keep his secrets. You’ve both exchanged more than your fair share of trauma. What’s one more?
He asks again, your name dripping from his lips like honey slowly spilling from a spoon. “You promise not to tell her?”
“Sure.” You agree, setting the book down on your lap, your finger wedged between the pages to keep your spot. You look over at him, his eyes closed and head still resting against the couch.
“I think I’m in love.” His cheeks turn a red shade as the huge smile engulfs his face.
You can’t help it if your heart skips a beat. If it begins to ache in your chest at his confession. That the word he just used is something that you don’t want to hear coming from him. You don’t want Lip to be in love. You don’t want to lose what little hope you have that there might be something between you too.
You don’t want to lose any part of Lip to someone else.
The twist in your stomach stops for only a second before it completely plummets when Lip starts to talk again.
“She is just amazing and special and everything I want.” Lip coos.
He’s right. Karen or Mandy are so much better for him than you will ever–.
“God, I just like you so, so much.”
Lip’s confession blasts you. Blowing all of the air out of your lungs, sending your stomach into a bottomless pit, and your mind spinning a million miles per hour. The declaration extinguishes all of your self-deprecating thoughts.
Your eyes grow wide and you sit up straight. Did he really just say that? Does he know that it’s you he’s talking to?
Lip leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head burying in his hands.
He wipes a hand down his face as he tilts his head to look at you, “I can’t keep it in anymore. I like you so much,” Your name falls perfectly out of his mouth.
Lip is talking about you. He’s looking right at you.
You search his face for any signs that he is lying but his blue eyes just burn through your soul. You never thought that Lip would like you, never thought it would be possible for him to feel the same way you do.
And now that the words have fallen so perfectly out of his mouth. You can’t help but be too stunned to even respond back to him.
Lip faces you on the couch, pulling one of his knees to be resting on the cushion between the two of you.
“This is not just the drunk me talking,” He shakes his head trying to clear it. “I wanna be yours. Now, tomorrow, forever.”
Lip reaches his hand out towards you, palm up. His eyes shift from your gaze to the hand in front of him. A small smile laces through his features as he waits for you to respond.
Within a split second, your heart goes from racing wildly to stopping completely as the weight of Lip’s confession finally processes completely.
Lip likes you.
He’s right here in front of you saying those words. Those three little words that can melt you away.
You place your hand in his. His thumb instantly rubs against your soft skin.
Then Lip pulls you closer to him, your body weight being pulled into him, orbiting around his infectious atmosphere. You meer inches away from his face, your noses almost touch.
“Say something.” Lip’s voice breaks a bit, his hot breath hitting your face.
“I wanna be yours too.”
Those words light a fire within Lip’s belly because within milliseconds his lips are on yours. Hungry for your taste. Thirsting to be consumed by you.
This kiss is more than a confession but a plea not to break the other’s heart. The pressure of him is everything that you need to know that Lip really is going to always be yours.
I'm gonna patiently wait for your requests to open because I love your lip writing, you're lowkey my favourite and I got a random idea watching shameless clips on tiktok today
omg this is so nice❤️❤️ Im so happy you love my lip fics because he is just so fun to write!! I appreciate your patience as i get through my other requests. I’m hoping to have my requests open very soon :)
stargate atlantis knocks it out of the park by having the lead character be literally just some guy. he was just oneill’s ride to base. a flying cab driver who basically immediately got sent to another galaxy to explore other worlds because he’s the specialest boy and the only one who can make intergalactic siri work. he doesn’t even know what a stargate is
