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summary: driver finally comes back early in the morning after a long day, injuries still fresh on his messed up face, and yet the first thing he thinks of is coming back to you…. and getting between those thighs.
tags: one shot, smut (oral fem receiving, kissing and the usual…MDNI 18+ only), detailed injuries
It was… late. You waited nearly all night, but at the same time— you weren’t surprised. He always did this. Promising he’d come back early and get it done with quick, all to break it anyway. It was like he knew he’d never keep his promise, but only lied so you wouldn’t worry too much and wait up. But you did anyway, and he knew that too.
You sighed, finally turning off the lamp at your bedside table. The darkness wrapped its arms around you, filling the space which was once driver’s. Pulling your pillow down, you carefully lowered your head onto it. It was hard to not look at the door every five seconds, hoping for something.
After a few seconds of silence, you finally forced your eyes closed. Every little sound in the room, like the air con continuously humming or the clock ticking every second— brought the urge to peel open your eyes just to check.
Vivid images of Driver slowly opening the door, careful not to wake you in case you were asleep, filled the blankness of your mind. Precise and measured steps towards the bed, a hand creeping up to push the hair out of your face. All these thoughtfully designed scenarios working together to bestow a warmth within you.
A faint, involuntary smile played on your lips, as the many images running through your mind slowed down as you began to finally drift off into a deep slumber. Oh, how you missed him.
You were quickly pulled out of your peaceful state, as cold fingers skimmed across your face, lighting a path of electricity down your cheek with how chilled his long fingers were. Groggily, your eyes flickered alive. The fog lifted from your eyes, and the shadows melted into the comforting, familiar face you had been longing to see.
Except, Driver’s face was messed up all over— a busted lip, cuts and bruises a shade of deep plum painted his cheeks and eyes, every little bit swollen and stiffening in a way that felt heavy. Your eyes widened, as if trying to take in every single detail.
Tenderly, your hand reached out and cupped the side of his face. Driver winced at the contact, before settling into it as the flushed and pulsing heat from his face transferred to your hands. The feel of his sandpaper rough skin was a stark contrast to the velvety softness of your palm.
“What happened? We should do something before it gets any worse—“ you said quickly, legs about to move when his hand clamped down against your thigh, locking it in place.
“No. I want you first.” Driver mumbled, puffy eyes already tracing down your body, gaze landing exactly where he wanted you most.
Your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach. Gosh, you missed him so much. A whine threatened to escape your lips, plump thighs attempting to close as the ache between them worsened.
His hand on your thigh flexed, his other hand joining to push your thighs apart. “Keep them open, please.”
Driver leans into kiss you, but you pull back, placing a hand right over his chest. “You can’t just come back at this hour, looking like you’ve been through hell, and expect me to shrug it off—“
His eyes gaze longingly into yours, searching for a moment, occasionally drifting away before finding its way back to yours. “I’m sorry.”
Driver pauses, and the two of you just stare at each other. You wanted him so bad, and you could tell he wanted you equally as bad. It would be so easy to just say fuck this— and give in. The both of you just wanted each other in every way, no words for the night, just each other.
That’s kinda how it is at times. But this time, things would be different. As much as you wanted to get lost in him, you wanted an explanation. You wanted confirmation. All you wanted was to just be able to stop worrying for a second and know that he’d be okay. It would make all of this just so so so much better.
“Don’t worry about me.” Driver says slowly. He always said things like this, and you hated it every time. How could you not worry?
“I need you.” He exhales, head dropping to your shoulder. Your hand can’t help but move up into his hair, stroking softly. You lean in, lips brushing his ear.
“You look terrible.” Laughing against his ear, he pulls away and gives you some sort of a small smile, kissing your temple.
Cupping Driver’s face, you kiss parts of his face— careful not to kiss the sore spots. His thumb locked on your thigh started absentmindedly rubbing small circles, his eyes closing and his lips parting.
Eyes fluttering open, Driver sunk his head back down to your shoulder, then kissed up your neck, all the way up to your ear. “Please. I don’t want to think right now. I just want to feel you.”
You find yourself nearly letting out a soft moan at his words, hands finding their way back to his hair. You nod. “I missed you.”
His feather light touch skimmed across your skin, making your thighs clench as his hand secured a place on your inner thigh. Driver kept leaving tender kisses down your neck and chest— gentle yet it carried that desperate yearning he could no longer conceal after being apart from you for so long.
“Do not leave again…” you mumbled, head falling back against the pillow as his hands tug at your panties. “Don’t leave me, not after this..”
Driver’s eyes just flicker up to you, watching the way your eyes roll back. “Lift your hips,” he murmured, body moving down yours.
You follow as he asked, and with that, he pulls the already soaked panties off. As his body moved further down yours, the darkness of the room began to consume him again, but not enough to the point you wouldn’t be able to see that wrecked face.
He didn’t even bother to clean up or deal with the mess. He’s dealt with far worse injuries according to him— and not everyday does he get to have your taste flooding his mouth.
The way he went straight for you— with no hesitation, just clean precision, as if this had been on his mind for a long time. Your legs wrapped around his neck. Driver reverently licked a stripe up your clit, letting out a quiet groan, which then sent vibrations against you.
After the first taste, driver went straight in. His tongue flattened, licking into your clit. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he stayed completely in focus. Your back arched, hands flying into his hair and tugging hard.
A low sound escaped him as you pulled on his hair, and you loosened your grasp, worried you were hurting him especially after he came back like that.
Driver pulled back just enough to speak. “Don’t stop.” He grumbled, hands spreading your thighs said a bit more for him. “It doesn’t hurt.”
You were still hesitant, of course, but you listened. He then dove in again, sucking on your clit gently, as if trying to hold himself back. His eyes fluttered closed in bliss, attempting to slow his own frantic pace down a notch so he could spend time appreciating your sweet taste.
His mouth worked hard between your thighs. Driver’s tongue finally slipped out again to thrust slow and deep inside of you, causing you to gasp sharply at the sensation.
By the time Driver had two fingers curled inside of you with his mouth still on you, your thighs were trembling violently around his head. You couldn’t help but let out a series of soft moans and whimpers— alternating depending on how hard he’d go on you.
His hips bucked helplessly against the bed as you cried his name out in particular, sending heat below. The both of you bordered on desperate— with your hips grinding hard against his face, and his hips chasing friction that wasn’t there.
Driver didn’t let up even as you could feel yourself getting close. Your thighs clamped around his head, warning him of what would come. You couldn’t seem to tell him verbally, as every sound you tried to pull out was incoherent.
Your wetness smeared across the tip of his nose and chin, all while his tongue flicked rapidly over your now swollen clit.
With one loud and final sound, your back arched off the bed as you gushed against his tongue. Driver took it all unapologetically, licking you through the aftershocks.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as your legs collapsed onto the bed. Driver leaned in, pulling your head up as he pressed his lips against yours— letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
Driver’s hips twitched with the sight of you panting, but he dismissed his own needs and prioritised looking after you first. He pressed a light kiss to the top of your head, pulling you into his arms.
You curled up against him, head nuzzling his neck. His presence here brought peace to you, knowing that he was safe and in your arms. Hearing his breathing against your neck silenced out all the background noise, and you could finally close your eyes without having to stress over anything.
author’s note: heyyy!! i hope u enjoyed reading this. more ryan gosling’s characters fics on the way because yes i do love ryan gosling and all the different characters he plays!
warnings: concussion, memory loss trope, fluff, injuries,
When your boyfriend wakes up with a concussion, with no clue who you are, he immediately starts flirting with the pretty girl sitting beside his hospital bed
The first thing Steve heard when he woke up was your voice. “Steve?” Spoken soft and carefully, like you were afraid speaking any louder would scare him.
His eyelids fluttered open, the fluorescent lights overhead made him squint before his gaze slowly settled on the person sitting beside his bed.
It was a girl, a really, really pretty girl at that. He blinked once, then twice to confirm he wasn’t in some dream. “Hi.” He exhaled.
Your face immediately lit up, leaning just a bit closer. “Stevie.”
You reached for his hand, but Steve instinctively pulled it back an inch, more confused than frightened. “…Do I know you?”
The room went silent, Robin who had been leaning against the wall with crossed arms let out a squeak. “Uh-oh.”
You stared at him for a second, before a laugh bubbled out of you. “Are you joking around with me?”
He frowned apologetically, everything in his mind just felt so fuzzy. “I’m sorry, I feel like I should know you.”
You shook your head, still smiling despite the slight concern sitting in your chest. “Obviously you know me, Stevie.”
He studied your face like he was trying to solve the worlds hardest puzzle. Your eyes that held something almost similar to affection, your contagious smile, the way you looked at him like you’ve known him forever.
Even after racking through his memories, the ones that still remained at least, nothing came up. Then his eyebrows slowly lifted. “Are you an angel?” He blurted.
You blinked, mouth agape. “What?”
“I mean,” his cheeks flushed, for a second he had thought he was dead, that was the only explanation as to why a beautiful girl like you was standing above him. “You’re really pretty.”
Robin groaned, this was a romantic movie she had not signed up for. “Oh god.”
Steve ignored her completely. “I think I’d remember someone as special as you.”
Your smile only grew, ducking your head shyly. “You think so?” You whispered.
“I know so.” He nodded seriously. “There’s absolutely no chance I’d forget a girl like you.”
You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing, Robin snorted so hard she nearly doubled over. Steve looked between you two confused. “What?” He still didn’t understand what was so funny.
You tilted your head at him mischievously. “So, what do you think we’re doing here?” You randomly asked.
He glanced around the hospital bed before turning back to you. “Are we on a date?” He guessed.
You couldn’t hold it back anymore, losing your cool as laughter flowed out of you. “It’s a…pretty weird place for a date though,” he mentioned.
You wiped a tear from your eye. “It’s not exactly romantic.” You added.
Steve smiled sheepishly. “But did it work?”
“Did what work?” Your brows pulled together.
“The flirting.” He finished like it was obvious. Even while concussed, he still fell back into his player ways.
He really was putting on a show for you. “Yeah, Stevie. You’ve still got it.” You reassured.
He quietly celebrated with a tiny fist pump against the blanket. “Nice,” he praised himself. You finally reached over and gently took his hand, this time, he only stared at you with wide brown eyes.
His fingers immediately curled around yours before he looked down at them. “So,” you started, knowing the reveal would send him into an absolute frenzy. “I’m your girlfriend.”
His mouth actually fell open, features frozen with shock. “No way.”
“Mhm,” you hummed back, not bothering to hide the amusement from your face.
“You mean to tell me,” Steve backtracked. “That I’m—” he pointed at himself. “Dating you?”
“Last I checked, you’re my boyfriend.” You shrugged.
Steve’s gaze studied your face, looking for any hints that you were fooling him, then landed on your joined hands again, then back to your face. “I’m your boyfriend.” He repeated. “I asked you out?”
“And you were very nervous in doing so.” You stated. “But I accepted anyway.”
Steve looked at you with an astonished smile. “I must’ve been the luckiest guy alive.” He shook his head.
“You still are.” He smiled so brightly at your words, it made your heart ache.
A minute later, after the nurse finished checking his pupils and stepped out again, Steve quietly scooted over in the small hospital bed, wincing only a little.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“Making room for you.” He pointed out, peeling back the blanket.
“It won’t fit the two of us.” You sighed, even though you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him.
He patted the mattress, still not convinced. “I might not remember you.” His voice softened. “But I know I feel better when you’re close.”
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his voice, only clear, honest certainty. You carefully climbed onto the edge of the bed beside him without another word, trying not to jostle his shoulder.
The second you settled, he made a happy noise of contentment. “Yup, this feels right.” He nodded.
You rested your head lightly against his shoulder. “It does?” You whispered.
Steve intertwined your hands again, the touch was more comforting this time than surprising. “I don’t remember loving you.” Your heart squeezed.
“But,” he murmured. “I remember what it feels like to love you.”
You looked up to find him smiling at you with the same hopelessly in love expression he’d always worn. Lifting yourself slightly, you press a gentle kiss against his forehead.
The memories would come back soon enough, but until then, Steve was enjoying falling in love you all over again.
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Do you ever just get into a fandom so late that the most recent post about them is like 2 years ago? Especially worse if your fav character just so unfortunately happens to NOT have a single oneshot written about them.
Hi :) i absolutely love love love your writing! Could you write a Newt x Fem!Reader having their first time, learning about what feels good for each other, and it's all gentle and sweet? And they have a little make out session in the showers afterwards? <3
"I like my body when it is with your body." — E.E. Cummings
NSFW Newt x Fem!Reader 𑣲 WC: 6,988
A/N: I am so sorry this ended up being so freaking long, and it took me forever to post. I sort of just took the idea and ran with it. I hope it fulfills the expectations you had for this request! I'll edit it someday, but for now, if you see any errors: No, you don't.
The vents are colder than you'd expected.
Metal hums under your palms as you crawl, powerless to silence each beat of your frantic heart. The facility runs on a strict lockdown at night: Doors sealed, guards patrolling on strict rotations, and no wandering. No 'unauthorized movement', whatever that's supposed to mean.
Naturally, you ignore all of that.
You inch through the narrow tunnel, the metal faintly rattling with each shift of your weight. Ahead, a thin rectangle of pale light spills through the grate. You press your fingers to the frame until it loosens with a soft 'pop', and you catch it before it can clatter on the ground.
"Psst." Your whisper slips into the dark. This dorm is larger than yours: Rows of narrow cots in perfect lines and silhouettes of sleeping boys under their blankets. There's slow breathing, the occasional groan, and the rustle of someone turning over. "Psst! Newt!"
For a moment, there's nothing except the hush of sleep.
Then: A groggy noise. One of the figures sits up, hair messy and shoulders tense like he's preparing to tackle an intruder.
"Hm?" He groggily hums, and relief pours into your chest.
"Newt!" You whisper a little louder, and his head snaps in your direction. He blinks hard, forcing focus into his slumber soaked eyes.
"Wha—?" His gaze lands on you, your ridiculous head poking out of the vent. "You have got to be kidding me." He whispers in disbelief.
"Miss me?"
"You're in the vents!"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Talk to me? In the middle of the night? Through the bloody air vents?" He sounds half outraged, half impressed. He glances over his shoulder at the others, but none of them stir. "It couldn't wait 'til morning?"
"I didn't want to wait. Come with me."
"...You want me to crawl in there with you?"
"Yes."
"...In the vents?"
"Yes."
Newt goes utterly speechless, once again giving you that look. After all this time, he swears he knows you like the back of his hand, but you've managed to surprise him yet again.
"...You're bloody lucky I care about you, you twat." He drags a hand down his defeated face.
"So, that's a yes?"
"Fine." He huffs dramatically, muttering under his breath as he crouches down to meet you. "Move over." He climbs in with all the grace of someone forced into a terrible decision. "I hope you realize you're absolutely mad."
"Yes, and you love it."
"I love you. That's the problem." Your heart stutters, but before you can reply, he nods forward. "Go on then, you bloody nutcase. Wherever it is you're taking me, I'm right behind." You crawl ahead, guiding him through the tight passages until the vent widens. Another grate awaits at the end.
"There!" You motion.
The panel comes free with almost insulting ease. (Seriously. Whoever designed this place needs to be fired immediately). A cool wave of air sweeps over you as you peer inside.
It's some sort of unused observation room: Dark, empty, and abandoned. Rows of computers and medical equipment sleep beneath dusty plastic covers. A couch sits against the far wall. You slip out first; grate still tucked in your hand. Newt drops down beside you with a grunt.
"Brilliant." He mutters. "Absolutely marvelous. Sneaking into some unknown room through vents in the middle of the night. Why didn't I think of that?" Then he looks at you, really looks at you, and his foul expression melts away. It always does. "Worth it, I suppose."
"Told you."
"No. You told me nothing, except 'come with me'." He slumps heavily on the couch, stretching out his bad leg with a sigh. "Though, I reckon I'd follow you straight into a pack of Grievers if you asked."
"You sort of already have."
"Yeah. Suppose I have." He smiles and pats the cushion beside him. You sit, close, knee brushing his. Newt's hand finds yours, fingers lacing naturally. "So, I don't suppose you want to explain why you staged a midnight prison break?"
"I hate being in a different dorm."
"That's it?"
"I'm stuck on the other side of this building with a bunch of strangers. It's weird trying to fall asleep without the boys. Without you. I can't even pretend to sleep without your monstrous snoring."
"Absolute slander. I do not snore." He doesn't, but you enjoy the teasing. "Didn't think you missed me that much."
"Oh, please. It's just... I've slept in the same place as you and the others for years. I don't get why they insist on keeping us apart."
"S'cause you're a girl, in case you've forgotten."
"I haven't forgotten." You whine. "Come on, though. If anything weird was going to happen, it would've happened ages ago."
"Really?" His eyebrows shoot up, sounding somewhere between amused and insulted. "Is that what you think?"
"I- I meant—" You sputter. "I meant— Nothing bad— Like—"
"Relax." He laughs. "I'm only messing with you."
"Ha. Ha. Hilarious." You shove his shoulder, and he leans into you.
Silence settles between you: Comfortable and electric. His thumb traces slow circles over your knuckles, grounding you in the intimacy of his company. He shifts closer, thigh pressing against yours like it belongs there.
"Reckon we never really had time to figure it out." He murmurs. "Us, I mean."
"We were busy surviving." You respond softly. "Talking about... All this... Wasn't exactly high priority."
"Well, we've got time now. Don't we?"
"Yeah. Maybe we do."
"...I missed you too, by the way. More than I'd like to admit. Can't sleep without knowing you're nearby."
"Yeah? Why's that so hard to admit?"
"Because I'm the sensible, logical one between us." He scoffs. "I'm the one who's meant to stop you from doing stupidly reckless things like—" He gestures vaguely to the open vent. "Well, that."
"Mhm. Right. You're doing a terrible job, Mr. Sensible."
"Clearly." He rolls his eyes before they land back on you.
Newt's free hand lifts to your cheek, giving you every chance to pull away, but you don't. Instead, you dissolve into him. He's beautiful like this: Softened and vulnerable, his sharp edges melted into something warm.
"Is this the part where you kiss me?" You whisper.
"Bold." A shaky laugh escapes him. "Reckon it is, if you want it."
"I want it." You don't hesitate. "Do you?"
"Undoubtedly, yes." His words are so hushed, you barely hear them.
He regards you with a tender curiosity and a depth of respect that's always been unique to him. He admires your wit, your heart, your soul, your beauty, everything that is you.
Then, he closes the distance.
The kiss is slow, tender, and reverent. Like he's memorizing the shape of you. The warmth of you. The miracle of not losing you in the Maze. The hand which cups your cheek softly strokes your face. The other squeezes your fingers. When you finally part, his forehead rests against yours, breath mingling.
"Hey." You whisper, nose brushing his. "I'm starting to suspect we're more than friends."
"You think?" He grins, thumb sweeping along your bottom lip. "Hm, I might need a bit more convincing."
"Yeah?" You tug him toward you by the jaw and kiss him again: Deeper this time. It's hungry and breath stealing. A helpless sound leaves him as his hands slide to your waist, pulling you against him.
Fingers tangle in his hair.
Breaths mix.
Heat blooms across your cheeks.
When you finally break apart, he's flushed and panting, eyes half lidded as he stares at you devotedly. He laughs, and you laugh too, close enough to kiss again. He looks starving: A parched man in the desert, and you are his oasis.
"Convinced?" You taunt.
His fingers twitch against your waist, exhausting physical effort in holding himself back. His gaze flicks to your eyes, your lips, then your eyes again: Brimming with want.
"You're killin' me, Love," He mutters. "Lookin' at me like that."
"Like what?" The words prod with fraudulent innocence.
"You know damn well 'like what'. You with those big, pretty eyes— Batting your lashes at me and grinning like you're up to no good. D'you have any idea how maddening it is?"
"I might have a clue." You murmur, dragging your fingers along his jaw. He shivers, eyes fluttering shut, impossibly weak for your affection and undone by the mere brush of your hand.
Your fingertips trail the warm skin of his neck. A barely audible gasps escapes him. When his eyes open again, he watches with a dazed, adoring expression.
"You think you're real cute, don't you?" He rumbles, lovestruck and drowning in your presence.
"I think you think I'm cute." Your fingers slip under his chin, urging his face closer. He tilts into your hold without thinking.
"You've got so much power over me." He breathes. "D'you even realize it?"
You don't answer. You don't have to. It's written in the way he looks at you, in the way he follows you everywhere, no questions asked. His commitment is a natural law.
You lean in, pressing a peck to the corner of his mouth before bravely crawling into his lap. You straddle him easily, and he releases a surprised, helpless sound as your weight settles over him.
His hands grip your hips like an anchor, confirming reality. Your lips find his again: Deep and consuming. Your mouths fit like they were made for each other. He is your missing puzzle piece.
"You— " Newt pulls back for air, stunned. "You are absolutely lethal."
"Why, thank you." You whisper, locking lips again before he can recover.
A pleased hum erupts from his chest as he drags you into him, impossibly closer, strong arms winding around your waist until you're practically molded to him.
"Shite— " He curses, suddenly pulling away tightly shut eyes. Before you can express your concern, you realize the hardness poking on your thigh. His nails dig into your hips as he lifts you out of his lap, halting you over him. "S-Sorry." He barely stutters out. "Bloody hell—" Newt's face buries in your shoulder, the tip of his nose prodding the side of your neck.
"Hey," You breathe, lightheaded from the kiss. "Newt, it's okay— " Unfortunately, he doesn't hear you through the avalanche of mortified rambling spilling out of him.
"S'not something I can control— Just happens when... It's— " His voice is small, tight with shame. His whole body has gone stiff, bracing for you to pull away in disgust.
"Newt— "
"S'no disrespect— "
"Newt— "
"Just happens when I'm around you— "
"Newt— "
"Dunno know how to stop— "
"Newt!" Your voice sharpens. Not angry, but urgent to pull him out of this spiral. His head lifts a little, and he looks up at you with those pitiful eyes.
You take his hands, the ones gripping your waist, the ones desperately trying to hold you off him, and interlace your fingers. Then slowly, deliberately, you settle back down into his lap. The sound that erupts from his throat is guttural and astonished. His eyes fly wide and his thighs tense beneath you.
"You're not repulsed?"
"No." You squeeze his hands. "Newt, I like you just as much. You know that, right?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Yeah." You persist, shifting your body. Your thighs rub against the stiff tent in his pants, and he jolts, grasping your hips to hold you still.
"Oh, Shuck— Careful with me, Love." The way he speaks is strained, intoxicatingly pathetic, like he's holding back a string of whimpers.
"...Hey, Newt?" You're not sure where the bright idea comes from. You're always overflowing with catastrophic ideas, but this one? This may just be your magnum opus of brilliant impulses.
"Yes?" His voice cracks.
"...Can I see it?"
He freezes, pupils blown wide and lips parting in disbelief. For a moment, he looks less like a boy and more like a machine someone's short circuited.
"See..." The word leaves him in a strangled, embarrassingly high pitch. "See what?" His face ignites: Scarlet across his cheeks, up the bridge of his nose, and all the way to the tips of his ears. "You mean my—?"
"Yeah."
"Good heavens." He shuts his eyes as if he may wake up from this. He doesn't. When he opens them again, you're still here and he's still hopelessly captivated. "You're serious? You absolute madwoman. You're actually serious?"
"Yeah." You nod, pretending your heartbeat isn't thrumming frighteningly loudly in your ears. "Dead serious. Griever-attack serious."
"You never do things in halves, do you? Just... Go straight for the kill." A beat of hesitation passes before he nods sharply. It's a decisive motion, like he's bracing for impact. "Alright."
"Really?" You perk, surprised by his quick agreement.
"Yeah." Newt's eyes bounce between your face and the way you're perched so comfortably in his lap. "Just... Promise me you won't laugh?"
"Cross my heart."
"Okay. Right then... Good." His whole body is coiled beneath you: Uncertain, eager, and trying so hard to be composed when he's anything but. Slowly, his hold loosens on your waist, and he brings his hands down to the button of his jeans.
"Good." You parrot.
He whispers 'okay, okay' under his breath, so quietly, you're not sure if he means it for you or for himself. It's as if he's steadying himself through the repetition, coaching himself past the unreal fact that you are here.
You ease back as he fumbles with the denim. His trembling fingers hook the waistband of his pants and tugs them down ever so slightly: Just enough for you to get a glimpse of that delicious v-line.
Part of you almost expects smooth, plastic bareness: Like a Ken doll. Sometimes, Newt doesn't even feel real. He moves through your life with uncanny intuition, always a step ahead of your thoughts, always knowing exactly what you need before you have time to name it.
"Still sure?" He asks quietly. "If this is some sort of twisted joke—"
"I'm not joking." You scoff, though you suppose he has some reason to doubt. You've definitely subjected Newt to more than his fair share of humiliating pranks. Oh, but not this. Never this. "I want to see. Please."
He shivers at the word 'please', like it's something physical, something that reaches right beneath his ribs and twists. He swallows hard, head tipping back and eyes fluttering shut. Your voice alone undoes him.
"Christ, you bloody menace." He mutters. "Look at what you've done to me. Just sittin' there, lookin' sweet as a peach and asking me to show you things like—"
"Newt." You lay your hand over his, thumb sweeping slow and soothing motions across the back of his knuckles. "Relax. It's just me, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I know." He shivers again under the weight of your tender touch. His eyes open slow, and the moment he sees that loving expression on your face, the tension bleeds out of his shoulders. "I know it's just you. That's the issue. It's you. It's always been you."
He doesn't need to elaborate: You feel the truth of it in your bones. From the moment you first locked eyes, something in you rewired itself. Nights were spent thinking of him, dreaming of him, desiring him. You've turned over every word, every smile, every interaction.
He is truly your best friend. Your fiercest constant. Wherever you move, he moves, not out of obligation, but devotion. If you should ever need a shield, he becomes one. If you need a sword, he offers himself without hesitation. If all you need is a shoulder to fall apart on, he will sit you through every tear.
He always has.
Finally, in one quaking breath, he frees himself. His hard length slaps up against his clothed stomach, and he lets out a pained hiss, eyes darting up to your face while he waits for disgust or pity.
"Woah." The word slips out, a reaction pity and disgust never coming. His size is impressive to say the least, precum oozing from his glorious, twitching tip.
"Happy now?" He rasps, fingers trembling at his sides before curling fists into the fabric of the couch. He's already wrecked just from being exposed under your gaze: Shaking, and so obviously hard that it hurts.
"Mm, can I try something?"
"Christ, you want more?" He shivers at your hungry stare, thighs flexing beneath you. There's a mixture of apprehension and curiosity on his face. "Hell, anything you want, Love. I'm all yours anyway."
He looks so incredibly vulnerable: Open in a way he never lets himself be with anyone else. Oh, God, he trusts you. He trusts you so much it presses against your heart. It's an aching, pulsing reminder of the responsibility you hold.
For a moment, you wonder how you'd ever became the keeper of such a faith. How could someone like him, so steady, so selfless, so endlessly brave, decide that you were safe enough to unravel for? Still, you don't pull back. You never will. You trust him too. His weakness comforts you almost as much as it terrifies you.
You hesitantly reach down, poking at the head of his leaky cock. His breathing hitches, and when you pull your finger back, it exposes a translucent string between your finger and his tip. His body jerks, a strangled sound escaping past his gritted teeth.
"Ah— Love—" He gasps, quaking. "God that's so— You can't just—" His eyes are trained on the glistening mess on your finger, mouth hanging open like he's never seen anything so sinful. You've left him speechless.
"Don't worry." You mutter. "I'm not done."
Your fingers carefully wrap around him, a painfully thin touch. After all, you're not really sure how much pressure to use. You've never done this before, and you wouldn't want to hurt him.
He chokes: A real, audible sound of desperation leaves his throat as your fingers adjust around him. His hips jerk up, and he forces them still with a pained groan.
"You don't have to be gentle." He speaks in one quick breath, hands clenching the couch fabric like he's physically holding himself back from grabbing at you. "I won't break."
With that, you wrap your whole hand around him. He's so hard, and warm, a surprising combination, all under your fingertips. He gasps, back arching, his body seeking friction to ease the growing ache. He's already a panting, trembling mess and you've barely even touched him.
You let out your nerves in one shaky exhale before jerkily stroking him up and down, testing the unfamiliar movements. He lets out an obscene growl before his hand suddenly comes up over yours. He guides your movements until they're smoother, gently correcting the angle of your hand.
"Like this?"
"Mhm— That's it—" He moans a low, throaty noise. He doesn't even sound like himself. His hips rock into your hand reflexively, unable to keep himself still. "J-Just like that."
"You're so pretty, Newt." You can't help the greedy praise as he twitches in your hand. The sight of his surrender dizzying. His mewls only fuel your confidence as you pick up your speed, spreading your thighs and slotting his knee between your legs in the process. He nearly sobs, hips jerk erratically, chasing your hand while his knee rises to press between your legs.
If you'd told yourself an hour ago that you'd be grinding against Newt's knee and jerking him off in some unfamiliar room, you wouldn't have believed it. He wouldn't have either. Yet here you were.
Your arousal pools through your clothes as you fall forward, pressing your lips harshly to his in a pleasure filled daze. He groans in your mouth, hands flying to your hips, holding you tightly as his knee presses up harder. The kiss is messy: All teeth, panting breaths, and stifled moans.
His hips lurch wildly, and he lets out a sharper sound against your lips, pulling back in one quick motion.
"Wait— Wait— Wait—" He groans, and you stop immediately, eyes scanning over him in worry. His nails dig into your skin as he flips you over, back pressed against the couch. "Shuck— Not yet. I just... I need to..." His chest heaves as he hovers over you, like he's just run through the entire Maze. "I want to see you too." His fingers skim the inside of your thigh. "Please."
You nod, a breath leaving your lips with both understanding and relief as you prop yourself up slightly, pulling your shirt over your head. There's no room for insecurity. Not with Newt. He washes fear out of you entirely.
He freezes the moment your shirt comes off, fabric hitting the ground with a soft thud. His eyes drag over every inch of exposed skin and his fingers drift near your waist, like they're afraid to touch you now that there's nothing between him and your warm skin.
"Hey," You whisper, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it. "I'm not going to be the only shirtless one here, am I?" Your tone is playful enough to ease his nerves. He laughs, obediently reaching down and yanking his own shirt off, tossing it over yours to form a pile.
"Better?" He murmurs, lips curving into a lopsided smirk.
"Much." Your gaze traces the lines of his toned figure. He was a Track-Hoe once, and before that, a Runner. Of course, he knows how to use his beautiful body. Every motion he makes is practically designed to unravel you.
His hands advance experimentally over your stomach, causing a shiver. His expression shifts between smug pride and pure adoration. Strong palms map your body, memorizing every dip and swell beneath his fingertips. His thumbs toy with the edge of your bra. (He has no idea how to take it off).
"You're a vision, you know that?"
"Says you." You arch slightly, moving to unclasp your bra for him. It falls away, exposing your chest to the cool air and Newt's eager eyes.
"Shuck, look at you." He gasps, hand hesitating over you for a second before it slowly cups your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple in agonizing tenderness. He kneads it curiously, and your body tingles at the foreign feeling. Then, once, he pinches a little too hard.
"Newt!" You hiss.
"Sorry." He swallows, eyes flickering from your chest, to your eyes, then to your chest again. "...Let me kiss it better." He grins, slowly lowering down and pressing his lips on your sternum, peppering across your torso in soothing lines. "Should've known you'd be sensitive. M'sorry." He lavishes open mouthed kisses over where he'd pinched, hands rubbing soft circles in your thighs with his thumbs. Your head goes fuzzy as his tongue swirls around your nipple meticulously. "So sweet, Love."
His lips move to your other breast, leaving no part absent of saliva. It's like he's made it his personal mission to make you feel good, testing what sounds he can draw out from you.
"You're so cheesy." You stutter out, fingers tangling in his hair. His hips jerk forward at the contact, hard cock rubbing on the inside of your thigh.
"Can you blame me?" His mouth drags lower across the soft planes of your stomach, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses. His tongue darts out to savor the skin above the waistband of your pants. "Can I taste you?" He whispers, hands sliding up and down your legs.
"Are you sure?"
"Never been more sure of anything." He reassures. "Let me take care of you."
You nod, and he tugs the rest of your clothes down in one quick motion, fingers squeezing you in a way that betrays his gentlemanly self-control.
His eyes are dark at the sight of you, and he kisses the inside of your thigh, working agonizingly slow until he reaches your glistening folds. He nuzzles the sensitive skin, tongue prodding out tentatively.
"Don't tease." You groan.
"So ready for me, aren't you?" His tongue drags over you in a slow, delicate stroke, and he hums, relishing in the flavor. "You taste so good. So sweet." He mumbles, tongue diving into you again.
You let out a lewd sound, and he groans against you, the vibration sending electricity through your body. His grip tightens as he licks into you again: Slow and taunting, drowning in you.
His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it lightly, and both of your hands tangle with his hair, tugging as he experiments with intensity. He growls in response, working quickly, alternating between long licks and sharp sucks that leave your legs trembling.
He's surprisingly talented for someone who's never done this before. You feel the rocking motion of his hips thrusting against the couch, desperate for friction.
His hand slides up to cup one of your breasts again, thumb brushing over the stiff bud as his mouth worships you with everything he has. His eyes flick up, watching you through his lashes.
Your legs wrap around his neck and he lets out a strangled sound, hips jerking hard against the couch as he pants against you. His grip on your waist must be bruising at this point, but compared to the way his tongue moves on you, you barely notice.
"Newt—" You choke out his name, but he doesn't hear at first, too immersed in his desire to please you. He looks like the mere act of satisfying you is enough to gratify him. "Newt!" You repeat, tugging his hair urgently a couple times to catch his attention.
He pulls back, lips glistening and swollen from your taste. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, pupils so wide you can barely see the color in his eyes anymore.
"Yeah?" His voice is wrecked. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" His grip on your hips loosens slightly in concern.
"Come here." You command, propping yourself on your elbows. He obeys, crawling up the length of your body until he hovers over you again, eyes searching your face to gauge your reaction.
Your lips find his in an instant, and he kisses back hungrily, like you are his oxygen. He moans into your mouth, raw with impulse. It's messy, and you can taste your own arousal on his lips.
Your legs spread, locking around him, and his throbbing cock ruts against your slick cunt. A shudder runs through him, and he pulls back, reading you.
"You... Are you sure?" Newt's voice cracks, and he clears his throat. "We can stop here. You're not obligated—"
"Please don't stop." You interrupt immediately. "Please. I'm sure. I want you."
"Shite... Alright." He inhales sharply, forehead dropping against yours. "Alright." He shifts just enough to press the blunt head of his cock against you. "You're really sure?"
"Newt, I'm sure!"
"Alright!" He hesitates for a second before sinking in with the slow roll of his hips. There's a sharp sting as he pushes into you: Too big, too fast.
"Slower—" You grit, eyebrows furrowed as you try to catch up with the new sensation. He freezes, and his grip on your hip tightens, like he's straining under the pressure of not shoving in completely.
"Sorry." He breathes. "Too much? We can stop."
"No. No, don't stop. Just slow down, please."
"Okay." He nods obediently, taking a few deep breaths as he slows. "S'okay. Just breathe, Love." He murmurs, eyes squinted with unwavering focus. "J-Just try to relax for me, yeah?"
"Y-Yeah."
Slowly, but surely, he pushes onward. You watch closely as the entirely of his magnificent length disappears inside you. He pauses for a moment to enjoy the feeling: The tight heat sucking him in.
"You okay?"
"I'm okay." You nod. "Are you okay?"
"Am I okay?" He lets out a choked laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm bloody amazing. You feel just... Amazing." He presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your jaw. You involuntarily pulse around him, and his hips jerk forward without warning. "Shuck— M'sorry—"
"No. It's okay." You let out a quivering exhale, the sting subsiding. "You can move."
"You sure?" He whispers raggedly, pressing another kiss to your forehead. It's a gesture so wholesome, it almost contradicts this whole situation. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't."
"Okay." He barely manages to sputter out. "Okay. I'm... I'm gonna move. Okay?"
"Newt, just do it."
"Alright! Okay!" He nods rapidly, trying to ground himself through the nervousness and inexperience. "Please, just tell me if you need to stop or slow down." He pulls out almost completely before slowly— Oh, so slowly, pushing back in. His eyes flutter shut briefly and his breath hitches. "You— Oh God—" He swallows. "M'not hurting you, am I?"
"You're not." You groan. Although, his ceaseless concern is endearing. "I promise, you're not. If you are, I'll tell you. Okay? Now, please, shut up and keep going."
He nods, finally giving in to the primal need to move. His hips snap forward with a rough groan, burying himself inside you again. His hands slide up your body as he finds his pace: Still so slow and careful.
You can't help the lewd sounds that escape your lips with every thrust, and your hand finds his bicep, right beside your head, nails digging into his skin. Newt whines: An actual whine. His eyes roll back momentarily before locking on your face.
Oh, those pretty eyes.
Pornographic mewls and the sound of wet slapping skin fills the room. He groans out a string of shaky, unintelligible words, losing himself in you.
"Shit— Love, I can't last—" He pants, burying his face in your neck, pressing sloppy kisses on your skin: Nipping, biting, and leaving marks that'll have you blushing later. You reach down, rubbing circles over your clit before he swats your hand away, replacing it with his. "No, let me. Please, let me make you feel good." He begs.
You oblige, and he moans in relief as you let him take over. His thumb rubs slow, teasing rotations over your clit as he continues to thrust into you. His eyes are glazed with pleasure, determined to satiate you.
"Newt—" You whine, and he sobs, bringing his lips down against yours. He moans in your mouth, tongue sliding against yours longingly. He's trembling as his hips jerk forward, hard.
"P-Please, Love— So close—" He whimpers. "Please— Just—" A broken sound leaves him as he suddenly pulls out, coating your stomach in his release. It takes a moment for your mind to catch up to what's just happened. "Shuck— I'm— Sorry— I tried—" He grunts, panting and shaking uncontrollably.
"Don't apologize." You whisper, running a finger along your cum painted abdomen, gathering the liquid and wiping it on your tongue. The taste is interestingly clean and neutral: Very Newt. He shudders, eyes following as you sample his release, jaw hanging open in shock.
"Blimey— You ate it." He mumbles to himself before swallowing. "I didn't—" He begins, but then cuts himself off, taking a positively determined tone. "I'm not done with you yet."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." He insists, hands sliding along your thighs to push them apart again. "You won't get off that easy." He chuckles, fingers finding you again without hesitation. His thumb rubs rapid circles on your clit as his head drops, kissing the sensitive spot below your ear. "So wet, sweet girl."
Two fingers prod into you with ease, and you gasp at the sensation, still craving your release.
"C-Curl your fingers a little." You stutter out, and he nods at the instruction, still scattering messy kisses against your neck and jaw. His long digits curl, and your legs begin to shake at the added pressure. "Like this?"
"Yes! Yes! Right there!" You gasp, and his breath hitches at the desperate tinge in your voice. His fingers move more confidently now: Curling just right every time he drags them back in.
"That's it. My pretty girl..." He purrs in your ear, and the praise goes straight to your core. His fingertips brush that perfect, spongey spot inside you, and you whine his name loudly. This only fuels his concentration. You pulse around his fingers, and he hums, licking your sweat-stained skin.
You find your release among a string of ragged gasps, and he watches in awe, thumb dragging it out until you're shuddering from oversensitivity.
"O-Okay!" You tap his shoulder repeatedly, the overstimulation becoming achy. "Okay! That's enough!" He pulls his hand back, licking his fingers clean and humming with delight.
"Sorry." He murmurs, pressing an apologetic kiss to your forehead. "Got carried away." A soft chuckle follows as he nuzzles into your neck, all affection now that the heat of the moment has fizzled. His arms shift beneath you, scooping you into an embrace. "You okay? Was it too much?"
"I'm okay. Just a bit of a mess." You whisper, acknowledging the fact that his cum was still splattered all over your stomach. "Are you okay?"
"Understatement of the year." He snorts, pulling back to examine you. "You look good like this. All messed up for me."
"Messed up, huh?" You huff, rolling your eyes. "I'll try to take that as a compliment." You attempt to sit up, muscles still aching from what had just transpired. His hand immediately slips to the small of your back, guiding you with an instinctive steadiness.
"Slow and steady, you messy masterpiece."
"Mm. 'Messy masterpiece' that needs a shower."
"Hold still." He grabs his discarded shirt from the ground, wiping your stomach in slow, careful motions. Any trace of embarrassment has long vanished from him. If anything, he looks annoyingly proud. "Let me help you."
Piece by piece, he eases you back into your clothes, reassembling you with precision. He presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder before sliding your shirt back in place, fingertips brushing your ribcage.
"Feel like sneaking around with me again?" You already know the answer.
"To where?" He sighs, resigned.
"Showers?"
"...Okay."
Crawling back through the vents feels impossibly harder now. Even the Maze was easier than this tight, metal hell. Newt leads, muttering curses every time he bumps his knee.
Strangely, it's comforting to be led by him. You're not usually the 'follower' type, but with Newt, you don't mind. Your thoughts drifts back to the Glade: How easy it was to obey him, and how naturally he stepped into the role of being your compass.
You're lost in memory when the sharp clang of metal snaps you back. You're still in the vents, messily dressed and covered in sweat, searching for whichever room houses the showers.
"Are we lost?" You tease.
"We are absolutely not lost."
"You certain? Cause I'm pretty sure we just took 3 left turns."
"We are probably not lost."
"Great. Brilliant leadership."
"Keep talking, Love." He glances over his shoulder at you, unamused. "I'll leave you up here."
"You wouldn't."
"No, but I'd think about it."
"Oh, how evil."
Finally, a large metal grate below you opens up into the warm, echoing tile of the showers. Newt leans forward, measuring the distance, then, he drops. He hits the tiled floor with a muted thud, knees bending, and one hand touching the ground to steady himself before he straightens.
"Alright." He looks up at you, opening his arms and bracing his stance. "Jump."
"What? No!"
"I doubt your legs could handle the landing after everything we just did." He states so matter-of-factly, you could choke on the sheer simplicity of it.
"I'm fine!" Your face burns.
"Uh huh. Just jump."
"Newt, what about your leg? I'm not making you catch me."
"Oh, please." He scoffs. "I've carried sacks of potatoes heavier than you."
"How romantic."
"Ain't I just?" His arms stay open: Steady, patient, and infuriatingly certain.
"...Don't drop me."
"I won't."
"You'd better not." You take a breath, let it out slowly, then push off.
He catches you cleanly, like the idea of dropping you doesn't exist in any universe he inhibits. His arms slide under your back and knees with practiced ease. The impact barely nudges him, though his fingers tighten around you like instinct.
"Told you." His voice is low near your ear. "I've got you." He sets you gently on your feet, his hands lingering at your waist a moment longer than necessary. "You still alright?"
"Yeah." You nod, breath evening. "Just need to get clean."
"Right." He hums, dragging his gaze away from you to the line of showers, as if only just remembering the point of sneaking down here in the first place. "Clean. Right."
"Turn around."
"Turn around?" His head whips back to you at comical speeds. "Seriously? I've just seen every inch of you, and you still want me to turn around?"
"Yes." You deadpan, leaving no room for negotiation. He blinks once. Twice. It's a long, stunned moment where you can hear the gears turning in his head. Then finally, he exhales, the most dramatic, theatrical sigh known to man. He pivots away from you fully, both hands flying up to cover his eyes like a child playing hide-and-seek. "You're ridiculous." You mutter, stripping out of your clothes.
"You're ridiculous."
The water hisses to life, a sharp rush that quickly softens into steady warmth. The first touch of heat pulls a sigh out of you, muscles loosening and the ache in your trembling subsiding. For a moment, there's only the sound of water and the slow unwind of your own exhaustion. Then, there's a shuffle behind you. It's enough to snag your attention and bring your eyes gazing over your shoulder.
Newt is still there. Still facing away. Still standing exactly where you'd left him. His posture is absurdly stiff. He hasn't budged an inch. He's just waiting, for you, like the world would end if he broke whatever invisible rule he's decided to follow.
You almost feel guilty, but there's a thrill in it too: The thrill of a man who listens without hesitation. A man who follows your word without the need to understand it. A man who obeys, no matter how nonsensical the request may be.
"Newt, really?" You laugh, unable to help yourself. His fingers part just enough for him to squint through them, as if to check whether you're laughing at him or with him. You list your hand and curl 2 fingers, beckoning him forward. Oh, you can't resist him. "Come on."
The effect is immediate. A wide, boyish grin blooms across his face. He strips in hurried, clumsy motions, nearly tangling himself in his own trousers before stumbling into the steam with you.
Water droplets glitter along his eyelashes and his hair is plastered to his forehead in uneven strands. He looks good like this. Then again, he looks good all the time.
He lathers soap between his palms and works it into your hair, gentle fingers massaging your scalp. When he cradles your head beneath the showerhead again, he studies your face with earnest reverence.
What an unspoken blessing it is to be loved by a gentle man.
You pull him close, sliding your arms around his neck, drawing him into the warmth of you. His hands settle on your waist, squeezing, before he leans in. His mouth meets yours with such tenderness. There's no need for words in the small space between your lips. Everything you have yet to say is already known.
You love him.
He loves you.
It's a simple truth.
You only part when the water begins to cool, a faint shiver reminding you of the world outside yourselves. He rests his forehead against yours, clinging to the intimacy of this moment.
"We should probably get back before anyone notices we've gone." He whispers, though his hands remain exactly where they are.
"Probably." You agree, but neither of you moves. The world could collapse around you both, and you doubt either of you would notice for several long seconds.
Eventually, reluctantly, he forces himself to step back, hands trailing along your skin in a slow farewell as he helps you redress. There's not a single inch of you he hasn't seen, touched, or tasted tonight, and somehow that only makes the moment gentler.
He smooths the fabric of your shirt over your shoulders, giving your sleeve a soft tug, making sure you're put together before he even thinks about dressing himself.
When you're both decent, he crouches beneath the open vent, with linked fingers, creating a foothold to boost you up.
"Alright. Up you go."
You step into his waiting hands, and he lifts with a quiet grunt, guiding your balance as you pull yourself back into the narrow tunnel. The air is colder here.
You glance down, and he's looking at you. Of course he's looking at you. How could he ever pull his eyes away? His expression speaks volumes: He's never seen anything quite so sincere as you.
"Need help?" You offer.
"Nah." He shakes his head with that easy, lopsided smile. :You go on and get your rest, Love. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." You echo.
"And the next day," His smile widens. "And the next, and the next after that too. You can count on it."
His certainty settles in your soul.
You slip back into the darkness as quietly as you'd came, but this time, the night is different. This time, you carry the warmth of his hands, the taste of his kiss, and the memory of that devoted expression. You carry his phenomenal heart, and he carries yours.
You'll continue to carry his love with you: Tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. You'll carry it in your heart as long as life allows. A love like this never fades away.
summary: steve’s a dick. everybody in your little circle knew that. the two of you hated each other so much, at times all you both ever wanted to do was piss each other off. thing is, there’s always been this weird tension between the two of you… and the tension snaps at a house party in a way you would’ve never expected…
word count: 2886
tags: heated argument (they’re in denial haha), angry love confession, cussing, yearning, angst, kissing/making out, touching
You’ve known Steve since middle school. And since then, you’ve always hated him. The feeling was mutual. The two of you would always do something just to get a rise out of the other— that’s just the way it was.
Now, even as high school graduates, both of you still clung rather desperately to the idea of hating each other. As much as you would rather die than call it “clinging desperately”, everyone else around you could see it.
You could admit that Steve had gotten somewhat better since high school, he had finally left the shallow people he used to always surround himself with and hung around some more cooler people.
Guess that Nancy girl that broke up with him really did take a toll on him, for the best some could say. Now he was working at Scoops Ahoy— a place the both of you used to bicker at after school. And he’s working with Robin. She’s pretty cool, but you don’t know how she could possibly talk to Steve.
He should still be insufferable. The idea of Steve being anything else felt foreign. And the idea that maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought felt even worse.
Huffing to yourself, you decided Steve didn’t deserve to take up this much space in your head, and you should just focus on actual important things. Like work. Which is what you should be doing now, but instead you’ve been zoning out— staring at a mannequin.
Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you quickly move to start folding a pile of clothes stacked messily, hurrying over to put some pieces back where they belong. In the heat of the moment, you run into a body. A body that belongs to someone who feels rather familiar…
You look up, ready to start apologizing cause this day really wasn’t it for you, when you see him. Steve.
The two of you stare at each other for a good moment, and it was clear by the look on his face that he hasn’t expected you either.
“Oh, uh.. hey.” Steve mumbles, hand reaching up to snake around his neck awkwardly.
“…hey.” you respond. Usually, silence between you two felt good, as it meant you wouldn’t have to listen to his annoying voice— but now it just felt weird. The tension felt so weird that it was almost tangible.
You look to his left, and there’s Robin. She gives you a smile, eyes flickering between you and Steve. “You guys old friends?” She asks.
Steve looks at you. You look at him, eyes meeting. Then you both jerk back like the eye contact was a physical burn.
“No. No way. You should’ve seen him in high school. A complete dick.” You say quickly, trying to prove your case to Robin. She laughs out loud, so Steve retaliates.
“Come on. Don’t act like you were any better. I’m a changed man now.” Steve says, voice rising as he tried to prove himself now.
“Oh yeah? Well, it seems to me that you still spend way too much time doing your hair.” You pause, taking all of him in. “And you look the same. Doesn’t look changed to me.”
Steve crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “It’s the summer. You’re acting like we graduated ten years ago.”
Robin looks around awkwardly. It seems like things didn’t change between you and Steve at all, as your silly little arguments had always made people around feel awkward. Like they were walking in on something.
Robin then lights up like she has just gotten the best idea ever. She turns to you. “Hey! You should come to a party one of Steve’s old classmates is throwing. Why don’t we all go? Isn’t that such a great idea?”
“Not happening.” Steve said quickly, not even turning to look at Robin, eyes locked onto you.
“Oh yes, it is happening. I’m going, Steve. And Robin, it is a great idea. In fact, it’s an excellent idea.” You said cuttingly, the harshness in your tone clearly aimed towards Steve.
“Fine.” Steve says. And to that, you repeat what he just said like a challenge.
“Great! See you there.” Robin grins at you again, then grabs Steve’s elbow, dragging him out of the clothing store where you worked.
Oh boy…What did you just get yourself into… and this summer you had sworn you wouldn’t even talk to Steve, let alone go to a party where you both were bound to bicker again.
You had been pacing in your room for the past hour. And for that long, all you’ve been doing is hesitating about even going and worrying the whole thing is just gonna be one big, awkward mess that you’d regret.
Finally pulling yourself together, you scramble to get ready. You weren’t even gonna do much to get ready, as you were already late by a bit, and it felt a bit traitorous of yourself to get ready to look good when you knew you’d be seeing Steve.
You climbed down your window in a haste, somehow managing to close it after getting down. Scurrying around the back, you make it to where Steve and Robin are, waiting in his car.
You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. Getting in a car with Steve. Going to a party with him out of all people. Only when you got in the backseat did you start to rethink everything and regret you ever agreed to this.
“In fact, it’s an excellent idea.”
You recall yourself saying, mentally face palming yourself as the words replayed in your head. You knew you had only said it in spite of Steve. And you knew the consequences of saying and doing stuff in the moment when Steve’s around, yet you always tend to completely dismiss it all in the moment.
You wanted to blame him. It constantly felt like his fault that you act impulsively whenever he’s around, just to get a rise out of him. Yet you didn’t seem to acknowledge the fact that both of you are more alike than you think.
There he is, sitting right in the front, driving all responsibly. His jaw was locked, eyes intense on the road, sometimes meeting yours in the rear view mirror— causing the both of you to rapidly move your gaze somewhere else. And still, you never considered the possibility that he’s probably rethinking everything he’s said and done rashly to lead to this car drive.
Robin reaches around her seat to hand you some canned beer. “Here. For the road.”
You take it, giving her a small nod. “Thanks. I don’t think i would’ve drank anything at the party.”
Wanting to blur all your thoughts, to let the night blend with everything else so you wouldn’t have to think about it all, you drank all of it as frantically as you could. Steve’s searing eyes locked with yours in the mirror again, and at that he shook his head, letting out somewhat of a laugh.
The next few moments of the drive went down in a blur.
His knee began to bounce up and down erratically, and you couldn’t fully register the movement before Robin turned to you again and asked if you’d like another one, impressed by how quickly you downed the first can.
You take the second one from Robin, and she tries to down hers like you did the first time. It seems like you set quite the bar. Your eyes shift towards Steve in the front again.
“This is called not being a coward.” You slur, tongue tripping over the words. Clearly, drinking way too fast didn’t do much for you except impress an already gone Robin.
“Sure.” Steve murmured, one corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “Okay, that’s enough. You can have more later, but not now.”
“I’m fine, reaaaally. You jus’ focus on getting to the party now.”
As you had wanted before, the night blended together and you couldn’t even tell how long it has been or how many canned beers you’ve had. All you could feel was the music pounding in your ears, voices shouting over one another, the amount of people you’ve collided with…
You stumbled through the surprisingly secluded hallway. It seems like the party was most active in the living room and kitchen. Every face that you passed was unrecognisable, every voice unfamiliar, every touch foreign. You didn’t even know whose house this was.
Finally finding refuge in some dimly lit bathroom, you close the door weakly and curl up on the floor. Your thoughts drift back to Steve, no matter how much you tried to resist it.
For some reason, a part of you felt like it wouldn’t mind if Steve was right next to you in this moment. A part of you felt that insulting him to his face would bring quiet to the chaos surrounding you.
Things really have changed over the years. Insulting him then meant saying the worst things you could possibly conjure up, while insulting him now just felt like making comments that sounded pathetic.
Like how much you hated his stupid smile. Or that little look he gives solely for you. Or how much you hated his hair, and how much he cared about it.
It made you want to just reach up into those carefully perfected styles and just tug and run your fingers through it. Oh no. You just realised how weird that probably sounded. But the way you felt right now, lying on some random bathroom floor, you couldn’t care less.
That feeling and thought scared you a little. If Steve really did find you like this, who’s stopping you from voicing all this out, acting on it?
You swiftly sit up, mustering up all your strength to stand up. Your hands hold onto the countertops in the bathroom, depending on them to keep your balance.
When the door flew open, it nearly knocked you off your feet.
“SHIT!” Steve let out a startled yell. The both of you are breathing hard, eyes finding its way to each other’s— in a way it always did now.
“Ever heard of knocking, Harrington?” You muttered under your breath.
“I didn’t know anybody was in here, alright! What the hell were you doing in there anyway, with the lights off?” Steve turned around and closed the door behind him.
“None of your damn business. Why are you here?” You demand for answer.
“To take a piss. What else?” Furrowing your eyebrows at his response, you walk right past him, hand landing on the doorknob.
Steve goes right up behind you, his hand gripping your wrist. “Trust me, you don’t want to be back out there. It’s hell.”
Exhaling rather loudly, your body turns around— facing his. You lean against the door, reminded of what you were just thinking about minutes ago out of the blue. The crease between your eyebrows deepens, and you felt a faint flush creep up your face. It felt like he could tell what you were thinking about, even if he couldn’t.
“Alright. You go back out there.”
“No- I’m not going back out there. I mean, have you seen how chaotic it’s getting?” Steve retorted.
“You can’t just be in here while i’m here! We’re in a fucking bathroom.” You bark back, arms crossing over your chest. “Did anybody see you come in here?”
“No- I- that’s not even the problem here!”
The two of you found yourselves arguing like old times, except this time it carried a new weight.
“Well what is the problem then?” You ask.
“Everybody’s too busy focused on themselves, of course they didn’t see me come in.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, chin tilting up, sounding exasperated.
You tilt your head to the side. “Good.” You say firmly.
“Is that all you care about right now? Nobody’s gonna care about what I do, who i’m with anymore. It’s not high school anymore, nobody cares about these things!”
“Well, I do—“ You tried to counter, but then he took a step closer.
“God, you are always like this. Why are you like this? So fussy, like you’ve always got to have the last word on everything—“ He complains. The two of you give each other a long look.
“Look, Steve, i don’t even know why you’re here. Why you’re in here, in this random bathroom, arguing with me.” You pause for a second. “I mean, you could be with literally anybody right now. I don’t understand why you’re still here!”
Steve’s lips part, but he doesn’t speak, seeming as if he’s at a lost for words.
“Why don’t you go on out there, grab any girl you’ve talked to before from your peak high school days—“ Your voice started to rise, carrying heat to them.
“Or better yet, Nancy or something, and just lose yourselves in them. You’ve always done that before, why’s it so hard now, huh?” You continued, hands gesturing rapidly.
Steve takes another step closer, effectively pinning you against the bathroom door. You stop at that, breath hitching.
“Nancy and I aren’t like that anymore— okay? Yeah, i mean she was great. I did really like her, but being apart from her just made me realise how much it’s been you! How it’s always been you!” Steve admits, surprised with even himself.
You’re shocked beyond belief. You always felt like whatever thing that’s been simmering for a while between you two was always something that might’ve been just you. Or something that isn’t real.
“Can’t you just see?” Steve says, almost pleadingly now, like he’s begging you to finally confront everything that’s been going on.
The fear starts creeping in again. At first it was a thrill, then something warm that settled in your chest, something you’ve grown to like. But now it’s just fear. Fear that something that could be so good, with as much potential as this, will just be broken in a matter of time.
You start to shake your head, “No. No, Steve, I can’t see—“
In a blink of an eye, Steve reaches out and grabs your face, pulling you in as he presses his lips desperately against yours. At that, you melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.
Steve steps so impossibly close to you that your body is pressed flushed to his, back right against the bathroom door. His free hand slides down to lock the door.
Your hands explore his hair, from bottom to top, tugging and holding the way you imagined. Every tug seemed to pull out a low sound from him against your lips, sending vibrations that reminded how real this is.
One of his hands snakes around your thigh, and you wrap your legs around his waist, hips fitted to his. You could feel yourself sandwiched between the door and Steve, leaving little to no space. His hands slip down to grip your hips securely, then start to roam as soon as you start to let out little sounds into his mouth.
“I hate you.” You gasp out in every little moment the two of you pull back. “I hate how good you feel right now. How right this feels—“
Steve cuts you off as you let out a soft moan when you feel how badly he’s reacting to this, pressing insistently against you with no shame. His lips trail down messily to your jaw, then all over your neck.
“Keep hating me.” He murmurs cuttingly against your neck, one hand squeezing your ass. “But i want you. And I’m not holding back, not anymore. Not now.”
You whimper and nod, grinding down against him. You expected him to shut up, but he didn’t.
“All those little glances, all those sharp remarks, and now i finally get to have you.” He lets out a disbelieving laugh as he continues to worship your neck. Your head falls back against the bathroom door, mouth agape on a silent moan.
Steve pulls back randomly, one hand cupping your face as his thumb strokes rhythmically against your cheek. He looks longingly into your eyes, even though he’d never admit that anytime soon. He leans into whisper against your ear, his voice rough with want.
“I don’t know why. I can’t put it into words. But now I can’t fight it anymore. All I know is that I want you. So badly it’s incomprehensible.”
You smile lightly at his words. “You’ve told me how much you want me like, a thousand times now.”
“I can’t stop.” He says, eyes searching yours. At that you laugh, and it’s infectious enough that he lets out that stupid laugh of his you’ve come to secretly like. “I swear, I can’t stop. I’m serious!”
“Well, keeping saying it. Another thousand times won’t hurt.” You grin cheekily, and he leans in and steals your lips in a kiss again.
“Okay, we’re not doing this in some fandom’s bathroom.” Steve laughs again, then looks at you more seriously. “I want to take my time with you. So you really feel it. Feel me.”
You bite your lip at his words. You were not at all surprised that Steve knew exactly what to say and do to make you feel like this.
author’s note: i had so much fun writing this!! i gotta say i do love a classic enemies to lovers trope. plus THE angry love confession. i eat it up every time. i might make a part two….anyway, i hope you enjoy reading!!!
also if you liked this one, please check out my other steve fic!!
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summary: steve’s a dick. everybody in your little circle knew that. the two of you hated each other so much, at times all you both ever wanted to do was piss each other off. thing is, there’s always been this weird tension between the two of you… and the tension snaps at a house party in a way you would’ve never expected…
word count: 2886
tags: heated argument (they’re in denial haha), angry love confession, cussing, yearning, angst, kissing/making out, touching
You’ve known Steve since middle school. And since then, you’ve always hated him. The feeling was mutual. The two of you would always do something just to get a rise out of the other— that’s just the way it was.
Now, even as high school graduates, both of you still clung rather desperately to the idea of hating each other. As much as you would rather die than call it “clinging desperately”, everyone else around you could see it.
You could admit that Steve had gotten somewhat better since high school, he had finally left the shallow people he used to always surround himself with and hung around some more cooler people.
Guess that Nancy girl that broke up with him really did take a toll on him, for the best some could say. Now he was working at Scoops Ahoy— a place the both of you used to bicker at after school. And he’s working with Robin. She’s pretty cool, but you don’t know how she could possibly talk to Steve.
He should still be insufferable. The idea of Steve being anything else felt foreign. And the idea that maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought felt even worse.
Huffing to yourself, you decided Steve didn’t deserve to take up this much space in your head, and you should just focus on actual important things. Like work. Which is what you should be doing now, but instead you’ve been zoning out— staring at a mannequin.
Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you quickly move to start folding a pile of clothes stacked messily, hurrying over to put some pieces back where they belong. In the heat of the moment, you run into a body. A body that belongs to someone who feels rather familiar…
You look up, ready to start apologizing cause this day really wasn’t it for you, when you see him. Steve.
The two of you stare at each other for a good moment, and it was clear by the look on his face that he hasn’t expected you either.
“Oh, uh.. hey.” Steve mumbles, hand reaching up to snake around his neck awkwardly.
“…hey.” you respond. Usually, silence between you two felt good, as it meant you wouldn’t have to listen to his annoying voice— but now it just felt weird. The tension felt so weird that it was almost tangible.
You look to his left, and there’s Robin. She gives you a smile, eyes flickering between you and Steve. “You guys old friends?” She asks.
Steve looks at you. You look at him, eyes meeting. Then you both jerk back like the eye contact was a physical burn.
“No. No way. You should’ve seen him in high school. A complete dick.” You say quickly, trying to prove your case to Robin. She laughs out loud, so Steve retaliates.
“Come on. Don’t act like you were any better. I’m a changed man now.” Steve says, voice rising as he tried to prove himself now.
“Oh yeah? Well, it seems to me that you still spend way too much time doing your hair.” You pause, taking all of him in. “And you look the same. Doesn’t look changed to me.”
Steve crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “It’s the summer. You’re acting like we graduated ten years ago.”
Robin looks around awkwardly. It seems like things didn’t change between you and Steve at all, as your silly little arguments had always made people around feel awkward. Like they were walking in on something.
Robin then lights up like she has just gotten the best idea ever. She turns to you. “Hey! You should come to a party one of Steve’s old classmates is throwing. Why don’t we all go? Isn’t that such a great idea?”
“Not happening.” Steve said quickly, not even turning to look at Robin, eyes locked onto you.
“Oh yes, it is happening. I’m going, Steve. And Robin, it is a great idea. In fact, it’s an excellent idea.” You said cuttingly, the harshness in your tone clearly aimed towards Steve.
“Fine.” Steve says. And to that, you repeat what he just said like a challenge.
“Great! See you there.” Robin grins at you again, then grabs Steve’s elbow, dragging him out of the clothing store where you worked.
Oh boy…What did you just get yourself into… and this summer you had sworn you wouldn’t even talk to Steve, let alone go to a party where you both were bound to bicker again.
You had been pacing in your room for the past hour. And for that long, all you’ve been doing is hesitating about even going and worrying the whole thing is just gonna be one big, awkward mess that you’d regret.
Finally pulling yourself together, you scramble to get ready. You weren’t even gonna do much to get ready, as you were already late by a bit, and it felt a bit traitorous of yourself to get ready to look good when you knew you’d be seeing Steve.
You climbed down your window in a haste, somehow managing to close it after getting down. Scurrying around the back, you make it to where Steve and Robin are, waiting in his car.
You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. Getting in a car with Steve. Going to a party with him out of all people. Only when you got in the backseat did you start to rethink everything and regret you ever agreed to this.
“In fact, it’s an excellent idea.”
You recall yourself saying, mentally face palming yourself as the words replayed in your head. You knew you had only said it in spite of Steve. And you knew the consequences of saying and doing stuff in the moment when Steve’s around, yet you always tend to completely dismiss it all in the moment.
You wanted to blame him. It constantly felt like his fault that you act impulsively whenever he’s around, just to get a rise out of him. Yet you didn’t seem to acknowledge the fact that both of you are more alike than you think.
There he is, sitting right in the front, driving all responsibly. His jaw was locked, eyes intense on the road, sometimes meeting yours in the rear view mirror— causing the both of you to rapidly move your gaze somewhere else. And still, you never considered the possibility that he’s probably rethinking everything he’s said and done rashly to lead to this car drive.
Robin reaches around her seat to hand you some canned beer. “Here. For the road.”
You take it, giving her a small nod. “Thanks. I don’t think i would’ve drank anything at the party.”
Wanting to blur all your thoughts, to let the night blend with everything else so you wouldn’t have to think about it all, you drank all of it as frantically as you could. Steve’s searing eyes locked with yours in the mirror again, and at that he shook his head, letting out somewhat of a laugh.
The next few moments of the drive went down in a blur.
His knee began to bounce up and down erratically, and you couldn’t fully register the movement before Robin turned to you again and asked if you’d like another one, impressed by how quickly you downed the first can.
You take the second one from Robin, and she tries to down hers like you did the first time. It seems like you set quite the bar. Your eyes shift towards Steve in the front again.
“This is called not being a coward.” You slur, tongue tripping over the words. Clearly, drinking way too fast didn’t do much for you except impress an already gone Robin.
“Sure.” Steve murmured, one corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “Okay, that’s enough. You can have more later, but not now.”
“I’m fine, reaaaally. You jus’ focus on getting to the party now.”
As you had wanted before, the night blended together and you couldn’t even tell how long it has been or how many canned beers you’ve had. All you could feel was the music pounding in your ears, voices shouting over one another, the amount of people you’ve collided with…
You stumbled through the surprisingly secluded hallway. It seems like the party was most active in the living room and kitchen. Every face that you passed was unrecognisable, every voice unfamiliar, every touch foreign. You didn’t even know whose house this was.
Finally finding refuge in some dimly lit bathroom, you close the door weakly and curl up on the floor. Your thoughts drift back to Steve, no matter how much you tried to resist it.
For some reason, a part of you felt like it wouldn’t mind if Steve was right next to you in this moment. A part of you felt that insulting him to his face would bring quiet to the chaos surrounding you.
Things really have changed over the years. Insulting him then meant saying the worst things you could possibly conjure up, while insulting him now just felt like making comments that sounded pathetic.
Like how much you hated his stupid smile. Or that little look he gives solely for you. Or how much you hated his hair, and how much he cared about it.
It made you want to just reach up into those carefully perfected styles and just tug and run your fingers through it. Oh no. You just realised how weird that probably sounded. But the way you felt right now, lying on some random bathroom floor, you couldn’t care less.
That feeling and thought scared you a little. If Steve really did find you like this, who’s stopping you from voicing all this out, acting on it?
You swiftly sit up, mustering up all your strength to stand up. Your hands hold onto the countertops in the bathroom, depending on them to keep your balance.
When the door flew open, it nearly knocked you off your feet.
“SHIT!” Steve let out a startled yell. The both of you are breathing hard, eyes finding its way to each other’s— in a way it always did now.
“Ever heard of knocking, Harrington?” You muttered under your breath.
“I didn’t know anybody was in here, alright! What the hell were you doing in there anyway, with the lights off?” Steve turned around and closed the door behind him.
“None of your damn business. Why are you here?” You demand for answer.
“To take a piss. What else?” Furrowing your eyebrows at his response, you walk right past him, hand landing on the doorknob.
Steve goes right up behind you, his hand gripping your wrist. “Trust me, you don’t want to be back out there. It’s hell.”
Exhaling rather loudly, your body turns around— facing his. You lean against the door, reminded of what you were just thinking about minutes ago out of the blue. The crease between your eyebrows deepens, and you felt a faint flush creep up your face. It felt like he could tell what you were thinking about, even if he couldn’t.
“Alright. You go back out there.”
“No- I’m not going back out there. I mean, have you seen how chaotic it’s getting?” Steve retorted.
“You can’t just be in here while i’m here! We’re in a fucking bathroom.” You bark back, arms crossing over your chest. “Did anybody see you come in here?”
“No- I- that’s not even the problem here!”
The two of you found yourselves arguing like old times, except this time it carried a new weight.
“Well what is the problem then?” You ask.
“Everybody’s too busy focused on themselves, of course they didn’t see me come in.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, chin tilting up, sounding exasperated.
You tilt your head to the side. “Good.” You say firmly.
“Is that all you care about right now? Nobody’s gonna care about what I do, who i’m with anymore. It’s not high school anymore, nobody cares about these things!”
“Well, I do—“ You tried to counter, but then he took a step closer.
“God, you are always like this. Why are you like this? So fussy, like you’ve always got to have the last word on everything—“ He complains. The two of you give each other a long look.
“Look, Steve, i don’t even know why you’re here. Why you’re in here, in this random bathroom, arguing with me.” You pause for a second. “I mean, you could be with literally anybody right now. I don’t understand why you’re still here!”
Steve’s lips part, but he doesn’t speak, seeming as if he’s at a lost for words.
“Why don’t you go on out there, grab any girl you’ve talked to before from your peak high school days—“ Your voice started to rise, carrying heat to them.
“Or better yet, Nancy or something, and just lose yourselves in them. You’ve always done that before, why’s it so hard now, huh?” You continued, hands gesturing rapidly.
Steve takes another step closer, effectively pinning you against the bathroom door. You stop at that, breath hitching.
“Nancy and I aren’t like that anymore— okay? Yeah, i mean she was great. I did really like her, but being apart from her just made me realise how much it’s been you! How it’s always been you!” Steve admits, surprised with even himself.
You’re shocked beyond belief. You always felt like whatever thing that’s been simmering for a while between you two was always something that might’ve been just you. Or something that isn’t real.
“Can’t you just see?” Steve says, almost pleadingly now, like he’s begging you to finally confront everything that’s been going on.
The fear starts creeping in again. At first it was a thrill, then something warm that settled in your chest, something you’ve grown to like. But now it’s just fear. Fear that something that could be so good, with as much potential as this, will just be broken in a matter of time.
You start to shake your head, “No. No, Steve, I can’t see—“
In a blink of an eye, Steve reaches out and grabs your face, pulling you in as he presses his lips desperately against yours. At that, you melt into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.
Steve steps so impossibly close to you that your body is pressed flushed to his, back right against the bathroom door. His free hand slides down to lock the door.
Your hands explore his hair, from bottom to top, tugging and holding the way you imagined. Every tug seemed to pull out a low sound from him against your lips, sending vibrations that reminded how real this is.
One of his hands snakes around your thigh, and you wrap your legs around his waist, hips fitted to his. You could feel yourself sandwiched between the door and Steve, leaving little to no space. His hands slip down to grip your hips securely, then start to roam as soon as you start to let out little sounds into his mouth.
“I hate you.” You gasp out in every little moment the two of you pull back. “I hate how good you feel right now. How right this feels—“
Steve cuts you off as you let out a soft moan when you feel how badly he’s reacting to this, pressing insistently against you with no shame. His lips trail down messily to your jaw, then all over your neck.
“Keep hating me.” He murmurs cuttingly against your neck, one hand squeezing your ass. “But i want you. And I’m not holding back, not anymore. Not now.”
You whimper and nod, grinding down against him. You expected him to shut up, but he didn’t.
“All those little glances, all those sharp remarks, and now i finally get to have you.” He lets out a disbelieving laugh as he continues to worship your neck. Your head falls back against the bathroom door, mouth agape on a silent moan.
Steve pulls back randomly, one hand cupping your face as his thumb strokes rhythmically against your cheek. He looks longingly into your eyes, even though he’d never admit that anytime soon. He leans into whisper against your ear, his voice rough with want.
“I don’t know why. I can’t put it into words. But now I can’t fight it anymore. All I know is that I want you. So badly it’s incomprehensible.”
You smile lightly at his words. “You’ve told me how much you want me like, a thousand times now.”
“I can’t stop.” He says, eyes searching yours. At that you laugh, and it’s infectious enough that he lets out that stupid laugh of his you’ve come to secretly like. “I swear, I can’t stop. I’m serious!”
“Well, keeping saying it. Another thousand times won’t hurt.” You grin cheekily, and he leans in and steals your lips in a kiss again.
“Okay, we’re not doing this in some fandom’s bathroom.” Steve laughs again, then looks at you more seriously. “I want to take my time with you. So you really feel it. Feel me.”
You bite your lip at his words. You were not at all surprised that Steve knew exactly what to say and do to make you feel like this.
author’s note: i had so much fun writing this!! i gotta say i do love a classic enemies to lovers trope. plus THE angry love confession. i eat it up every time. i might make a part two….anyway, i hope you enjoy reading!!!
also if you liked this one, please check out my other steve fic!!
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@rynwrites4fun
✧.* only you ✪
After seeing Superman in action earlier that day, you’re still reeling, heart racing, thoughts spinning. You unload all your unhinged thoughts about Superman to your best friend, Clark Kent—how hot Superman is, the things you’d do if given the chance. You don’t hold back. What you don’t realize? You’re saying it all to the man himself. And what he doesn’t know? Your real feelings aren’t for Superman at all—they’re for Clark.
@pellucid-constellations
⚠︎ Can't Lose You
Clark always made you promise to run at the sight of danger. You listen to him—usually.
@anon-188
✧.* off the record
married life with clark kent means soft words, warm baths, and problems that mysteriously take care of themselves.
@marvelwitchergilmore
✧.* First of Many
After you reveal to Clark that you know his secret, things start to change.
@luveline
✧.* I know, I know, I know
You confess your affections to an unsuspecting Superman, but your best friend Clark can’t know about your crush, okay? You’d die of embarrassment. (Or, Clark falls in love while Superman does most of the wooing.
@skyefiles
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@bodhiscurls
⚠︎ you didn't kiss me goodbye
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you're used to your co-worker doing everything and anything for you. until one day he decides to take advice from jimmy olsen and discovers willpower you didn't know he had.
@fawnindawn
✧.* he's all mine.
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@orobaxis
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Superman gets into another scandal when someone posted a picture of him online wearing what looked like a wedding ring. His PR team (Batman) does damage control.
@mcrdvcks
✧.* safety net
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@cursedheartsclub
🔞 to whom it may concern
You start getting anonymous love notes at the Daily Planet—soft, sincere, impossibly romantic. You fall for the words first, then realize they sound a lot like Clark Kent. And just when the truth begins to unravel, you start to suspect he might be more than just the writer… he might be Superman himself.
@kissmyglxck
🔞 I'm Gonna Kill Jimmy
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@dearwalker
🔞 Just one more
When Clark gets poisoned with sex pollen, he tries everything in his power to stay away from you. Until he ends up crashing into your living room, and you have a god on his knees, with your name in his mouth and your body at his will.
@fromsil
🔞 BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE ME, DOES HE?
there was one thing you knew for sure, absolutely certain : clark kent didn’t like you. not in an angry or rude way, he was still polite, still himself. but you could feel it. his body language and attitude gave everything away. your coworkers kept insisting you were wrong, but then why did he keep avoiding you?
@heavenlybodies333
🔞 No Sex until Friday -C.K
It starts with a bet. A stupid one.
@kryptoclark
🔞 have you ever tried this one?
standing ovulation, or whatever they say. (or, in other words, you want clark to fuck a baby into you)
@miedei
🔞 bringing you back to earth
a stressful day has you running to clark, and he knows just how to set you straight.
@sceletaflores
🔞 MAKES PAINTINGS WITH HIS TONGUE
you and clark have a conversation about superman…
@louisaskywalkerani
🔞 THE INTERVIEW NO ONE CAN EVER KNOW ABOUT | @louisaskywalkerani
(yes, that one. the countertop one.)
🔞 NOT TONIGHT, SWEETHEART | @louisaskywalkerani
In a moment charged with desire and restraint, Clark Kent shows that real control isn’t about power, it’s about patience, care, and knowing when to say no.
@anon-188
🔞 dnd (do not disturb)
clark’s too pussy drunk to care that there’s an alien invasion in the city.
@runa-falls
🔞 night routine
you have a hard time falling asleep so clark becomes your night pill.
@maiamore
🔞 CUFF IT
You tell Clark that it's impossible for him to lift you up just on his biceps — he proves you wrong.
Summary: You and your boyfriend Steve had never spoken about the future, as you both knew it wasn't a promise. But now, as the end of this chaos seems near, you both begin to explore what a normal life could entail. But you have to defeat Vecna first, a task that has clearly proven to be nearly impossible thus far.
A/N: This is my longest fic so far and I'm pretty proud of it! If you enjoy it too feel free to comment/reblog! I'm also grieving the end of the show I grew up with, and I know you are too 😔. ALSO, I kinda make small references to events that happened in my others fics, so if you catch them, cool!
Warnings: SEASON 5 FINALE SPOILERS!!! Depictions of violence.
Word Count: 7.2k (Wow)
Henderson! Reader
Basically a Season 5 Ep. 8 rewrite.
Not proofread.
Boarder from @strangergraphics-archive
When you were 16 years old, one your little brother Dustin's best friends, Will Byers, had gone missing on November 6th, 1983.
Since that night your life, and the lives of your friends and family had never been the same.
You had all gone through unexplainable traumas. So much death, so much loss, so much regret and grief. And yet here you all are, marching towards God knows what to finally put an end to the massacre that as plagued all of your existences for years.
After your boyfriend Steve explained his plan, that he cutely called "Operation Beanstalk", which involved the entire gang climbing to the top of the Hawkins radio tower in the Upside Down to create a bridge to Vecna's lair in the base, ultimately rescuing the children, you all wasted no time preparing.
You had all fought your asses off for years. What was about to happen would be your toughest battle yet, and you were terrified.
You have spent years being the protector of the kids...Well, you and Steve. Ever since you and him got tasked with protecting the kids from the demos in the Byers's house all those years ago you had become inseparable.
Each of your protective natures is what caused you two to get so close in the first place, well that and your shared fear of loss.
When everything happened with Max, you and Steve were distraught. You both took Lucas to the hospital to visit her everyday for three months straight, mainly because you knew he needed to see her, but also because you and Steve lived in a constant state of guilt.
You guys didn't protect her like you always promised to.
Now, Max is back. But that relief was short lived as Operation Beanstalk is now in full swing. Max is back at the WSQK with Vickie, El is with Hopper and Kali in the Upside Down, and the rest of the kids are with you, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Joyce in the Abyss.
As you trudged on your mind was racing.
What if you couldn't rescue the kids from Vecna? What if the worlds merged anyways? What if you lost your closest friends? Or your brother?Or your boyfriend?
Steve noticed you spiraling next to him as you all slowly approached the tower.
He grabs your hand softly, pulling you out of your trance, and kissing your knuckles softly, "Hey, what's going on in that pretty mind of yours?" He asks softly.
You shake your head softly before speaking, "What if we can't do it, Steve?" You ask, fear lacing your speech.
His eyes soften as they take in your face. He notices how tears prick your eyes and your brows are furrowing in evident fear.
"But what if we do it?" He says, "What if we kill this bastard? The kids will get to graduate, Nance will get to finally go to Emerson, Johnathan and Robin will get to get out of this town..." He pauses for a moment, his gaze is genuine as he looks into your eyes, "And you and I are gonna move in together and have those 6 little nuggets I told you about last year." He winks at you.
This earns a small giggle from you, "Like I told you last year, you need to cut it back from 6, Stevie." You said and he rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Fine. Well, regardless, when we kill this bastard and this shitty world disappears, you and I get to finally start our life." He says, confidently, his stride never lighting up.
"Our life together?" You say through a smile.
"Oh yeah, I got it all planned out. " He started, "You and I will move in together, probably in some shitty apartment until I can afford that beautiful house on Montauk Avenue you love, you know the blue house with the big tree in the front. Until then I'm gonna get a steadier job than WSQK....Don't let Robin know that part.. " He ranted enthusiastically.
You starred at him with wide, loving eyes. You have never felt loved by anyone the way Steve makes you feel. You two had talked about the future before, but not in detail. When living in Hawkins the future was never promised.
But Steve continued anyways, "Then...I'm gonna get you to marry me." He said smugly, this time his gaze stayed forward.
Your head whipped in his direction, "What?" You ask breathlessly, you had to make sure you heard him right.
"What? You thought after everything we've been through I'm letting a girl like you get away?" He said to you, chuckling a bit, "You damn near took a bat to Billy Hargrove's crotch for me and these goofy kids, you withstood Russian torture with me, taking one hell of a beating too, and despite everything you've been through....You're still you. You're still a good person...And we deserve a chance at a future." Steve said, putting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in so he could place a kiss to your temple.
Before you could tell him how beautiful his plans sounded and how you'd give anything for them to become a reality, Dustin interrupted.
"Hey! Lovebirds! We're here." He said pointing between the two of you.
You and Steve both rolled your eyes and caught up to the rest of the party where the plan was discussed.
The plan was to ascend the tower and slip into the abyss, a plan that was risky and could harvest many flaws, but it was the only viable plan.
After climbing the tower for a decent while, you stopped on one of the ledges where Dustin was standing, taking in the eerie sight of red before him.
Steve joined you on the ledge, after all he was right behind you on the ladder so he could keep a close eye on you.
"What are you thinking about, Dusty?" You ask, standing next to your brother as Steve approaches the other side of the young boy.
Dustin wipes his eyes slowly, "I just hope this works...I hope everyone is ok...I-If I don't make it-" Dustin starts before Steve cuts hims off.
"No, dude, don't even say it. I'm not letting anything happen to you." Steve says pulling him in for a tight hug.
"Hey! I'm not letting anything happen to either of you!" You say, join the hug as Steve puts his arm around you, pulling you into the group.
You all stood huddled for a second before Dustin finally spoke, "We should get back to climbing, but before we do, I want you to know how special you guys are to me..." Now it was your turn to interrupt him, "Hey- tell us all about it when we kill this asshole." You say, winking at him and nudging him towards the ladder.
You go to follow Dustin when Steve grabbed your arm softly, holding you back for a moment.
"Y/N, if something goes wrong I need you to retreat." He says lowly.
You looked at him with wide eyes, "What?" You ask, a harsh tone leaving your lips.
Is he saying this to protect you? Does he not think you could handle yourself? You've surely more than proven yourself.
"You can't get hurt, this group needs you...Dustin needs you...So if something happens you need to run." He says softly.
You take a deep breath, "Steve, in case you've forgotten I've been protecting Dustin from this world longer than you have and I've been just fine. Retreating is not an option..." You say, the harshness that previously riddled your tone have turned into a more stern-like tone.
You know that this is coming from a protective part of him, but this is not the time nor place for him to lose trust in your abilities, for him to let fear drive his emotions.
"I know that, I know that Y/N..." He starts, "It's just, we don't know what we're about to witness and you always throw yourself in the way of danger for others. Christ, you almost climbed over stairs that were actively melting for Nancy-" He says, rubbing his face in clear frustration.
"Steve, Nancy is my best friend so of course I was willing to risk my life for her-" You begin to say before he cuts you off abruptly.
"Yeah but in doing that you sent your brother into a panic attack, if I hadn't pulled you back you would've died and I can't lose you...So for once put pride and others aside and just run, please." Steve practically begs.
You stand in front of him unmoving, staring into his pleading eyes that are desperate with agony.
Although you know that if push comes to shove you won't hesitate to leap into action, you decide to recognize that Steve Harrington, your Stevie, is begging you...Something his prideful self would typically never be caught dead doing.
You nod slowly and press a quick peck to his cheek, "We'll get that house one day, Stevie..." Is all you say before you take a few step forwards to the ladder and continue on upwards.
Your words were good enough for Steve. His sudden pleas came from a place of excitement, something he hadn't let himself feel very often. He knew that the world could change in the blink of an eye, he knew time was finite, more so to this group of people than anyone else.
But after telling you about all this dreams, the ones he secretly thought about during your quiet moments together, he realized that those dreams are nothing without you.
He had also knew you had the incapability of holding back, something he both love and admired, but he needed you to plant your feet instead of running now more than ever.
When you and Steve had eventually reached the top of the tower with the rest of the gang, the scene before you was chaotic.
Lucas had noticed that the tower did not perfectly align with the abyss.
You were standing between Robin and Steve as everyone looked up in shock and fear, unable of what to do except cling so hard to the tower railing that your fingers are molding to the metal.
The needle hit the tower with a great, and startling blow, sending everyone off balance and shifting every-which-way.
You stumble across the platform, narrowly grabbing onto another railing and stabilizing yourself.
Everything was so loud, so hectic.
You look up with wide eyes as you noticed the needle bend harshly, it was about to snap.
Your eyes scan around the platform hurriedly, you knew Dustin was safe as he was right next to you, holding onto your arm harshly, certainly to ground himself in more ways than one.
When your eyes land on Steve his are already starring back at you, as if he's thinking about how he could get to you.
Your mouth moved but no words came out, you weren't even sure what to say to him. All you knew is you wanted him to get to safety.
But the very next moment the needle snapped, heading directly towards where Steve stood, completely knocking down the protective railing behind him and knocking him completely off balance.
You watched him fall backwards, a sense of fear and dread...An ultimately unexplainable feeling coursed through your veins.
Steve caught the edge of the tower with just one hand. He dangled before you, as if this world was just trying to place a cruel trick on you...Making you suffer and watch the love of your life struggle to maintain his existence.
"STEVE!" You and Dustin shouted out, although you had trouble hearing with the ringing in your ears.
Fearful tears immediately began to fall from your eyes as you attempted to stagger forward and help him.
But Dustin pulled you back, he pleaded with you to stop, but the ringing in your ears only grew louder but your gaze never left his own, the one that was piercing you.
It looked as though his eyes were trying to remember every portion of you, and you felt sick.
You starred at the scene in front of you, you knew you weren't strong enough to pull him back up, but you also weren't strong enough to watch him fall to his death.
You saw his fingers slip as you yelled in agony, throughout your panic you had failed to notice Johnathan make his way towards Steve.
In the knick of time Johnathan grabbed Steve, hosting him up quickly and skillfully.
You felt the air back in your chest as Steve came to his knees on the platform, his chest rising and falling quickly.
Dustin ran over to him, helping him to his feet and hugging him tightly.
Robin walked over to you, checking on your shaken state, to which you cried harder.
Steve let go of your brother and made his way over to you quickly, pulling you into a tight hug.
One of his hands rested on the back of your head as the other found your waist.
You let yourself cry into his chest as he whispered to you, "I'm okay, I'm okay, sweetheart."
You pull back slightly and he gently wipes your tears with his thumbs, "Don't you EVER get yourself in a situation like that ever again." You say to him, planting your hands on his chest.
He nods and kisses your lips slowly but passionately, a kiss that said a million words, but mainly portrayed the message of relief.
"Alright, cute reunion but we need to get going." Robin says patting Steve on the back, his hands slowly glide off of your body as he turns to Robin and pulls her in for a sloppy hug, much to her annoyance.
"Oh c'mon Robs, I know you were worried about me." He says and she rolls her eyes, "It's not too late for me to throw you off this tower, now climb!" She said gesturing towards the ladder.
Steve lets go of her so she can follow everyone else's lead up the ladder.
He turns to you and grabs your hand softly, "Like you'd ever let her do that." He says winking at you.
Your heart rate has finally calmed down and he earns a giggle out of you, "Hey, I almost ran across the platform to go get you but Dustin stopped me." You say as he helps you up the ladder.
Steve sighs, "Yeah I noticed...Didn't take my eyes off of you the whole time, I'm glad Henderson grabbed you when he did." He says the last part under his breath, but you hear him anyways.
You knew he wanted you to stay put, but you disregarded him anyways. You had to save him, and he wanted you to stay to save you.
Once you made it to the abyss the gang all stood for a moment, recollecting themselves.
From then on you all had to march forward, once again to certain doom.
-----
You walked alongside Dustin and Robin as Steve was behind you talking to Johnathan, no doubt thanking him.
"Soooo...Are we gonna talk about how terrifying that was orrr...." Robin says, hesitantly.
You let out a deep sigh, Dustin starts to speak, "It was a terrifying reality check for sure. What we're doing, all of this, is beyond dangerous. And we could lose someone...Just like that." Dustin says, snapping his fingers together.
You rub his back gently, you of all people knew how hard Eddie's death hit him. You knew if something happened to Steve he'd never recover.
"Y/N, I'm honestly surprised you didn't fly across the tower and use your adrenaline rush to pull him up...Like Wonder Woman level strength or something." Robin jokes, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
You chuckled a bit, "I was in shock, and I tried to move but Dustin held me back, which was the right thing to do." You say, looking at him and giving him a slight smile and a wink.
"Yeah well, I wasn't about to lose my two favorite people..." He said with a sad smile.
"You're not losing us, Dustin. You're an idiot if you don't think we're not watching you cross that stage next year." You say to him.
"Yeah, so you can see me get Valedictorian while you only got Salutatorian?" He jokes and Robin lets out an "Oooooo".
You give him a side-eye, "Sureeeee, look you may be slightly smarter than me but don't forget who taught you everything you know." You say to him, nudging him slightly with your shoulder.
He smiles slightly, an expression of his you surely missed, "I just hope by then you and Steve are married or something and I can finally make your room into my DND room." He said.
You blush slightly at the mention of marriage when Steve comes up behind you, slipping his hand around your waist lovingly.
"Hey, in a fit of rage in that creepy lab you told me you'd never let me marry your sister, now you've changed your mind?" He says to Dustin who rolled his eyes, clearly not thinking Steve had overheard him.
"Don't make me take it back!" Dustin said, "Please. Like you could stop him. This guy is whipped, he's marrying her regardless of your approval." Robin said and Steve gave your waist a loving squeeze.
But this pleasant chatter could only last so long, because just then Will cried out in agony...Shit, the plan isn't working, is it?
-----
Some time later you all had come across the Mind Tree.
You all stood, weapons in hand, starring upwards at the creature before you.
It was larger than you could've ever imagined. The air around you felt thick, this was the moment you had dreamed about for years, the moment where you could all put an end to this massacre that has been plaguing the town for awhile now.
The Mind Tree began to move as the shock began to wear off from the group. All you could do was start running.
Steve grabbed your hand quickly, digging his nails into your rough skin, dragging you with him.
Your legs moved quicker than your mind could comprehend, you had never ran so fast in your life.
You heard someone fall behind you, looking back, you noticed it was your brother.
"DUSTIN!" You cried out, attempting to break free from Steve's grasp when his grip tightened on you.
Steve stopped in his tracks with you before both of you took charge towards him, but you weren't moving quick enough.
Lucas dove onto Dustin, rolling him out of the pathway of the creature when you and Steve changed your path to head towards them.
You both pick them up quickly and continue to run, but you hold onto Dustin's hand so tight that he had to be numb.
The creature began to slam it's limbs down, effectively trapping you all.
You all looked around, searching for anyway to free yourselves.
However, the creature's attention suddenly shifted...El was here.
You all watched in astonishment as El jumped directly into the creature, clearly about to fight Vecna.
"We need to help her!" Nancy says, speaking for everyone.
Dustin explains his plan for everyone to spread out and attack the creature, to take the high ground atop the mountains.
"That's a good plan, but who's going to be bait?" Robin says breathlessly.
You and Nancy look at each other suddenly, you then spoke in sync, "We will."
Steve's eyes snapped to yours, "What?!No, no way. No fucking way are you going to be bait." He says putting his hands out.
But you're already loading up your gun as he protests.
You then look at him, "Steve..."You say softly, you already know what's coming.
"No! Y/N, I just told you how you can't just go running into danger and now here you are, literally BEING bait!" He says, frusturated.
"Steve..." Dustin, of all people, interjects and everyone's gaze flicks to him, "If anyone's got this, if anyone is able to do this...It's them. They have the best shots, they're crazy fast, and God are they quick-on their feet..." He says, emotion evident in his words.
Steve looks back at you hastily before tightening his lips and nodding slightly, "Please be safe..." He says before everyone begins to take off to reach the hilltops.
You mouth a quick "I love you" to him which he returns before running off.
You then turn to Nancy and she looks at you, "You ready?" She asks.
"Let's finish this shit." You reply.
-----
You and Nancy were a wicked duo. Always had been since you were children.
However, you never thought you'd be saving the world with the girl you invited to color with you on the first day of Kindergarten.
You were each landing critical hits on the creature, taking turns reloading your weapons accordingly.
The plan was working well until you both became corner in a cavern, bulletless.
"Nancy!" You said in fear, "They need to hurry!" She replied, the same fear lacing her tone.
Just then the group began attack from multiple directions.
Fire, bullets, the works began soaring through the air, allowing for you and Nancy to make your escape.
You both watched as the creature eventually came falling down in roaring flames...Was it finally dead? You wondered.
You and Nancy were the first ones to run into the creature, Nancy had made a B-line for Holly Wheeler, who was plastered aganist the walls.
You ran straight to El, pulling her into a tight hug as tears pricked your eyes.
"You did it kid...You fucking did it!" You say to her and you hear her let out a chocked sob of her own.
Eventually the rest of the group ran inside, splitting up to let all the kids free.
But Steve ran straight to you, picking you up in a tight hug and twirling you around.
"We did it, baby!" He said to you, causing you to giggle.
He drops you to your feet and you look into his eyes, it's almost like you can see the hope within them.
"I'm so glad you're safe." He whispers, inches away from your lips.
"God, I'm so glad you're safe." You whisper back, closing the gap between your lips.
Before you guys could get carried away, Dustin threw himself onto you two, making a group hug.
You and Steve pull away and wrap your arms around him.
No words had to be exchanged to know that this was a moment of brief peace, of proof of survival.
Your attention was then pulled away from your boys when Joyce approached Vecna's body.
The once positive mood switched quickly as everyone turned towards her.
Joyce stood before him with an axe and muttered, "You messed with the wrong fucking family." She hissed.
With that she began swinging, each swing more powerful than the last.
Vecna had taken things from all of you.
He had taken loved ones...Bob, Barb, Billy, Will, Max, Eddie...
He had traumatized you all...Will's disappearance ruined the town, Max's incident had left you all nightmare-ridden, Eddie's death was a gruesome sight to behold, one you see often when you close your eyes.
He had stripped you all of many of life's promises...Childhood innocence and college to name a few.
He had forever impacted the people that surrounded you in ways nobody else could image.
He had fucked with the wrong family.
A family that stood before him.
-----
He was dead. You were all safe.
You, Robin, and Steve were in one of the trucks, laughing and talking about the future for the first time ever.
Because now, the future wasn't an uncertain anomaly, it was promised.
"I'm gonna move to New York for school...Wonder if I could get Vick to follow me. We could get a cute studio apartment and maybe a cat or something." Robin says looking out the window, giggling.
Your face began to ache from smiling as you looked at her, "New York? Wow, I can't wait to visit you." You replied.
Steve was looking in front of him with a smile on his face, one hand rested on your thigh.
"What about you two? What's your plan?" Robin asks, nudging you.
Before you could say anything Steve began to speak, "We're moving into an apartment on Hawk Lane...Already got the lease approved." He said smuggly.
You look at him with wide eyes as Robin gasped happily, "What?!" You said with a smile, in awe.
He looks at you for a moment, "Yup. Been talking to the landlord for a few months now, signed the lease last week. It's ours." He said, rubbing your thigh lovingly.
You let out a giggle and kissed his cheek rapidly, causing him to laugh, "You haven't even asked me if I wanted to move in with you!" You say to him and he rolls his eyes, "Fine, sue me for assuming you loved me! Y/N Henderson...Will you please move in with me now that we've been together for 4 years and just saved the world." He says.
You pretend to think before letting out a loud, "Yes!"
Robin was laughing, "I was waiting for him to ask you! God, I didn't know how much longer I could hold that secret in...God the amount of times I almost let it slip!" She blabbers.
"You knew!?" You ask and Robin chuckles nervously, "Oh, I've seen it...It's adorable." She said to you. Your smile never faltered as you rested your head on Steve's shoulder.
You let your mind wander for the remainder of the ride. Thinking about the dinners you two would host for the gang, about you two dancing in the kitchen and singing into utensils.
You thought about making the place your own, together.
And you were ready for it all.
-----
But your peace was short lived when you entered back into the real world.
The military was waiting for you, and they were pissed.
"What the hell is happening-" Steve says to you both before the doors on either side of the truck swung open.
The guards began to pull you all out of the truck harshly, so much so that it was painful.
"HEY! HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" Steve yelled while being restrained and pushed up against a military vehicle.
You were pushed right next to him, facing him with wide eyes.
"Y/N...It's gonna be ok baby-" He said trying to sooth your fear, as if he too wasn't terrified.
"Y/N-" Dustin said from next to you and your head snapped over to him.
"She...I think she escaped." He said as low as he could, as to not draw attention to himself.
El. They want El.
Slight relief filled you knowing she isn't in this mess right now, that she wasn't under their grasp once again.
There was so much screaming, so much anger and fear in the air.
You had no idea what was happening around you, everyone was pleading, trying to explain themselves, all while the upside down was destroying itself before them.
"We just fucking saved the world you assholes!" You yell out as one of the guard pushed Steve's head into the wall harshly, demanding to know what you all were doing in the upside down.
"Oh bullshit-" A guard said behind you as you felt the tip of a gun push into your back.
Steve looked at you with tears in his eyes, his eyes begging you not to argue, not to say another word.
The chaos was unnerving, but the weapon slowly fell from your back and the guard loosened his grip on Steve.
Hopper began screaming, a scream filled with a horror you've never heard before.
You looked towards the gate, Eleven stood still.
Mike began screaming, pleading for her.
"No...NO!" You shout out, tears falling from your eyes.
El closed her eyes slowly and squared her shoulders.
She let the upside down take her, and a moment later she and that universe were gone.
The military did not know what to do, their weapons fell to the ground and they let you all move.
Everyone was in a state of shock.
Joyce held Hopper as he cried out in pain on the ground.
Dustin, Will, and Lucas huddled around Mike as he screamed in disbelief.
Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin all stood in their places, unmoving and shocked.
You grabbed onto Steve and sobbed harshly into his chest as he wept into your hair...You hadn't protected her, you had lost one of your kids now...Surely for good.
On November 6th, 1983 Will Byers went missing. The next day you met a strange girl who held a special place in your heart.
A girl you thought you'd lost once before.
A girl who's return changed your perspective on protection.
A girl who used to join Max in begging you for a girls night and free ice cream at Scoops Ahoy.
A girl who moved away and came back a woman.
A woman who had just disappeared before you, now seemingly a forever memory.
-----
18 Months Later
"Babe! Do you know where my tie is?" Steve shouts from your shared bedroom as you stood in the bathroom, finishing up your makeup.
"On your nightstand!" You reply as you swept your lipstick carefully over your lips.
You hear scuffling before he comes up behind you, tie in his hand.
He lets out a low whistle as he takes in your figure, you roll your eyes.
"I was gonna ask if you could help me with this stupid tie do we could get going to this graduation, but I think I'd rather stay here with you." He says, his eyes raking your figure.
You turn around and grab the tie from his hands, tossing it over his neck, "You are unbelievable, Steve Harrington." You say.
"And you are beautiful, Y/N Henderson." He says adoringly, looking at you with pure love in his eyes.
You giggle slightly as you finished up tying his tie and patting it softly, letting your hands rest on his chest as you look up at him.
"I can't believe they're all graduating..." You say to him.
He sighs, "I know...God, it seems like yesterday we were kicking Billy Hargrove's ass because they were too small to defend themselves, and now they're going to college..." He says, his hands dropping to your waist.
"They don't need us anymore...We did good." You say, planting a soft kiss onto his lips.
In classic Steve fashion, he tries to deepen the kiss even though you should've left five minutes ago.
"Steve-" You giggle trying to cut him off.
His lips trail down your neck hungrily, ignoring your protests.
"STEVE!" You laugh, pulling back, "We have to go! We can't be late to their graduation because you couldn't control yourself." You say to him and walk out of the bathroom, an offended Steve hot on your tail.
"Hey! I don't remember you controlling yourself all the other times we were late for something..." He says crossing your small apartment and grabbing his suit jacket.
You face flushes and you turn around to face him, "Don't start, Steve." You scold him jokingly.
He puts his hands up, innocently, "I'm just saying!" He says.
You roll your eyes and make your way to the front door when Steve stops quickly, "Um, just one sec, I forgot something!" He says, turning around and heading into your bedroom quickly.
You stood confused in the doorway waiting for Steve to return.
When he did a minute later you quickly questioned his actions, "Where did you go?" You ask as he placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of your shared place.
"Just something for later..." He said to you before placing a kiss atop your head.
-----
You and Steve sat with your mom and Robin on the bleachers.
You couldn't believe this day had come, not in the conventional sense, in the sense that you had all done it. You survived the unimaginable horrors this world threw at you, and now you get to watch your little brother and his friends graduate.
The ceremony began slowly, honestly it was pretty boring until Dustin took the stage as Valedictorian.
When he stepped up to the podium you and Steve stood up, clapping and cheering for him.
He hadn't let anyone hear his speech, not even Steve...Which shocked you.
His hands were at each side of the podium, he took a deep breath before he began.
"I just wanted a normal childhood. But that childhood was stolen from me." He began, and tears already pricked your eyes.
"It was stolen from us. And this past year, if you wanna know the truth, I've been pretty pissed about it. But then I thought back to the past six years, and I realized that, even though there was a lot of bad, there was so much good too."
You had never been so proud in your fucking life.
"There's this game I like to play... It's called Dungeons and Dragons. And in this game, there are two types of chaos classes. Chaotic good and chaotic bad. Now, bad chaos bring anarchy, destruction, war. But good chaos can bring innovation and change."
You couldn't help but see the shy little boy who used to come home from school crying after being bullied all day, you couldn't believe how much he'd grown.
Steve must've noticed you getting emotional and he grabbed your hand and softly kissed your knuckles.
"And this school, frankly it needed to change...Because we were so divided into the jocks...the nerds...the freaks. And in the chaos, all those walls broke down, and I made new friends. I made friends who were never supposed to be my friends...."
You heard Steve sniffle next to you as you looked at him, you knew how much Steve loved your brother, he was his brother too.
"This wasn't just me. I saw this happen with so many others. When you get to know people who are different front you, you begin to learn more about yourself. You change. You grow. I'm a better person now. I'm a better person because of them, because of my friends...Friends who I now consider family above anything else..."
Dustin looked around the audience for a moment and your face changed slightly, "I know that expression..." You start, "He wouldn't..." Steve said.
"Because now that the chaos is over, Principle Higgins and every square life him is gonna do their damndest to put everything back in order and I don't want order..." You and Steve let a shocked laugh fall from your proud faces.
"Which is why it's pretty hypocritical that I'm wearing this thing, I mean, we look ridiculous. What is this? We look like Roman senators. I mean, it's not who I am. I don't think it's who any of us are...So honestly, just screw it all..." He says looking down at his gown before ripping it off, revealing his "Hellfire Lives" tee shirt.
You and Steve began whooping, LOUDLY.
Dustin grabs the mic from the podium, dodging the flustered Principle Higgins, "Screw the school! Screw the system! Screw conformity! And as my sister Y/N told me everyday I came home crying from school because someone was trying to get me to change...Screw everyone and everything trying to hold you back! Screw everything that tries and tear us apart!" He finishes, dropping the mic and flipping off Higgins.
You stood up cheering with Steve and your mom, "YEAH DUSTIN!"
The crowd was going wild, kids screaming and chanting, "HENDERSON! HENDERSON! HENDERSON!"
"He is so your brother." Steve said as you both sat down.
"Oh please, that was all him...Minus my little shoutout." You say smugly as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
When the ceremony ended you and Steve ran up to Dustin, encapsulating him in a hug.
"You are insane! That was amazing! I'm so proud of you." You say to Dustin, kissing his head.
"Thank you, thank you...I learned from the best." He said to you.
"Told ya!" Steve said, pulling Dustin in for a hug.
"So...anything engaging going on today?" Dustin says, smacking Steve's chest slightly as you raised your brow at them.
"I mean, we're meeting everyone at the WSQK after this for a little reunion." You tell him and Steve looks slightly panicked.
"Yup! Gonna head there right now..." He said looking at Dustin who was smiling like an idiot.
"You guys have fun...I'm gonna go catch up with the party." He says, giving you both one final hug before running off.
"What was that about?" You ask Steve, confused.
"I'm not sure...Let's get going to the WSQK, maybe if we're the first ones there we can revisit the studio, that was one of our best make-out spots." He says, winking at you.
"What is wrong with you?" You say rolling your eyes as you take his arm and he leads you to his car.
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Steve holds your hand across the seat as you take in the town around you.
Just over a year ago you all saved the world, and nobody knows.
Nobody but your small group.
Some of whom live on the East Coast now.
Some of whom just graduated high school.
And one of whom who sits in this car with you, the love of your life.
You snap out of your daydream when Steve zooms past the WSQK.
You look at your boyfriend, "Ummm, Stevie? You passed the WSQK." You say to him as a small smile creeps onto his face.
"Yeah, I know baby...I have something I need to show you first." He says.
"If you show me some monster you found in the woods, I think it's up to the other residents of Hawkins to save the world now." You say cheekily, earning a laugh from him.
"Well, it's definitely something better then that." Steve says as he turns down Montauk Avenue.
Your eyes take in the beautiful neighborhood, the neighborhood you used to bike down everyday as a kid because the road was freshly paved and the beautiful trees provided cooling shade.
But the real reason you always loved this neighborhood was because of the beautiful blue house on the corner.
The one who's driveway Steve just swung into.
The one with a large "SOLD" sticker on front of the real estate sign in the lawn.
Confusion painted your face as Steve turned off the car and jogged over to your side, opening your door.
"Stevie? What are we doing?" You ask as he took your hand, helping you out of the car.
"C'mon, follow me." He says leading you to the front door and pushing open the door.
"Uhhh Steve, should we really be in here?" You ask nervously.
"I wanna show you something." He says as he leads you into the living room and in front of the large bay window that had a perfect view of the large-vibrant tree in the front lawn.
He stands in front of you, starring at you as you look around.
"Steve...I-I don't get it-." You say before your eyes land on his.
He is looking at you with a shy smile.
"I just wanted to stop home before we meet up with the gang." He says casually, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.
"W-What?" You ask, making sure you heard him right.
He reaches into his pocket and grabs a golden key from his pants and holds it up in front of you.
"Well, I got that coaching gig at Hawkins Middle School...You got your English teacher career flourishing at Hawkins High...I've been saving up since Scoops to get you this place...It's ours baby." He says, placing his free hand around your waist.
You grab his face in your hands and kiss him deeply, he smiles wide into the kiss.
When you finally pull away he hands you the key and you look at it glisten in your hand.
"I-I can't believe this...It's ours!" You say to him.
"It's ours!" He echos, laughing.
"Is this what you had to run back and grab?" You ask him, twirling the key in your hand.
"Well, not exactly." He says, reaching into his inner-jacket pocket.
Your head tilts in confusion at his actions.
He pulls out a small velvet box and drops on one knee.
You gasp, your hand flying to your mouth in suprise.
Steve opens the box slowly, "Y/N, when I met you, really met you, that day Dustin had us spreading animal guts all over Hawkins I knew I was a goner. I knew it from the first time I saw you smile that I would do anything to see it for the rest of my life. For the longest time we never spoke about the future, we both knew it wasn't promised. But deep down I was still putting away a majority of my paycheck ever since Scoops Ahoy so one day we could be exactly where we are right now...In our dream house, about to start the rest of my life together...So, Y/N Henderson, will you marry me?" He says to you, adoration falling from his lips with every word.
You knelt down in front of him, wiping the tears from your eyes, and grabbed his face between your hands, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
You pulled back slowly and replied softly, "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you, Stevie."
His face lit up as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately.
When he pulled away, he placed the beautiful ring on your dainty finger.
"God, that looks so right." He says softly, running his thumb over the diamond.
"I can't believe this is the second place you've gotten without me knowing...Mr. Sex Ed." You joked and he groaned.
You playfully slapped his chest and he pulled you in for a hug, both of you still kneeling on the floor.
"I love you so much, Y/N...So, stupidly much." Steve says softly in the quiet room.
"I love you more, Stevie." You say to him, planting a soft kiss to his chest.
You both stared out the bay window, while you didn't know what he was thinking about in your shared silence, you like to think he's thinking about the same things as you.
About decorating this beautiful home.
About the summers spent in the large backyard.
About the dinner parties in the dining room.
About the holidays and birthdays.
About the nuggets running around this place one day.
"God, this was the future I always wanted to have." Steve said, kissing the top of your head.
"Me too, we're finally getting our future together." You replied.
After all you had gone through together, all you lost, all you've experienced...You deserved this beautiful reality you were going to build together.
STOLEN KISSES - STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!READER - ONE SHOT
summary: you’re attempting to do your homework, unable to stop thinking about Steve Harrington, when he shows up unexpectedly through your window and pulls you right out of your thoughts
word count: 1497
tags: a little fluff mixed with very suggestive content, explicit wording, kissing/making out, touching, MDNI
The air in your room smelled sweet and artificial, like candy dissolved in chemicals. The bed you sat on as you did your homework (that you had just started even though it's due tomorrow) holds a delicate pattern of roses scattered across the comforter, and the faint aroma of your sugary perfume clung to it desperately like a lifeline.
Your eyes kept running over the same words in the textbook again and again, trying to bring back your attention because all you could think about was him. You were almost starting to get dizzy from the constant haze put on your mind, all because the words that you were barely even reading from the textbook is just like white noise, and all you could see is him. Finally, you shut the book with a huff, giving up on even trying.
It's been going on for a while now-- him throwing rocks at the window, all the ruckus caused by him being drowned out by all the noise made by your family from outside your room. You didn’t even why you were with someone like him. All he did was live rent free in your head, go to absurd lengths just to capture your attention— even if only for a moment, and leave your mind spinning with all those dizzying little kisses he’d give you.
And gosh, that lazy grin he gave you every time before stealing the breath out of your lungs. It drove you practically insane— at times you wished you had never seen it, and other times you wished you could see it again a thousand times more. You hated how much space he occupied in your mind, and how much you yearned for him despite it all.
A familiar sound tapping at your window shook you out of your thoughts. Although it was familiar, it brought the same thrilling sensation in your chest that would never quite get old. Carefully, your hand reached out to push the pile of books to the side on your bed.
The next thing you knew, your window was open. Steve fucking Harrington could never stay away from your damn window for long, after all. Pushing off your bed, a huff escaped your lips. The look on your face only brought back that stupid little grin you could never get enough of.
“Sorry, was out babysitting these damn kids again. I don’t even know why I do this anymore.” Steve explained casually, making himself at home as he closed your window and strutted across the room to lock your bedroom door.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” you declare, your chin lifting as your arms folded across your chest. Steve knew he was going to have to work for it after that one, not like he minded. In fact, he loved it. He loved the way your lower lip pushed forward, the way your eyebrows furrowed, the way your eyes narrowed when you were annoyed with him.
But above all, he loved the way he could make that look melt in an instant. It was endearing to him— the sweetest little thing he’s ever seen, something he’s come to memorise after every time. Steve walked on over to you, hand reaching out before stopping: waiting for the indicator that you weren’t that mad at him so he could touch you.
When he saw your eyes softening a fraction, his hand finally gave in, brushing your hair back. He stepped closer and closer until he was as close as he could possibly be to you, one hand cupping your cheek as the other slung around your waist naturally. Steve leaned in, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
He exhaled, and you could feel his breath hot against your neck, sending a shiver up your spine. Earlier, you wanted to act all high and mighty due to the annoyance you felt, but now all you wanted was him. In every way.
“Steve…” you pleaded quietly, hating how just his proximity could do such things to you. Make you want such things.
“Yeah, baby?” Steve drawled out lazily, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck. “Use your words, okay?”
“Oh, shut up.” You whined, earning a laugh from him as he pulled back to gaze at you. “Just…”
“Let me steal this kiss from you. Will you let me do that, doll?” Steve asks, both hands sliding up to cradle your face. You give him a look that says everything, eyes searching his.
“Fuck.” Steve groaned, forehead dropping to yours. “You drive me crazy, baby. With that look of yours.”
Steve finally titled his head, lips parting as his hand flew to the back of your head. You let out a soft sound as your lips connected. It was that soft, tender kiss he’d give you at first which made you chase for more. He pulled back ever so slightly, just to whisper against your lips.
“Drives me crazy.” He says again— just for the sake of saying it to you. His half-lidded eyes looked into yours. “You know that?”
You nod desperately, leaning into capture his lips again. This time around, his tongue delves into your mouth, and a groan escapes him. Steve’s hands grip tighter onto you, as if you might vanish if he lets go.
Steve lightly bites your bottom lip, swallowing the gasp you let out, then runs his tongue over it. Your hands dive into his perfectly done hair, tugging on it, encouraging him to keep going. The tugging earns a moan from him, causing you to smile against his lips.
As the kiss deepens rather frantically on Steve’s side— as if he can no longer contain his desperation, his hands travel up and down your body in various places. One hand grips the side of your neck while the other clings tightly to your hip. He pulls you in further, leaving no space between your bodies.
You could feel all of Steve with his body pressed so closely to yours, including how hard he was getting… Steve didn’t even care, lips now trailing down your neck, hands moving erratically as if trying to find another way to pull you even more close. It was like he wanted you to feel it.
Every little thing Steve did in the moment caused you to whimper.
“Shhh..” Steve whispered, pulling back from your neck to whisper against your lips, forehead pressed to yours. “We don’t want anybody hearing how loud you’re getting for me, do we?”
You shake your head, pulling yourself onto your tippy toes— practically shoving your neck in his face just so he could put his attention back onto it. Steve leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, lingering at certain spots just to make a few marks he had left more prominent.
Meanwhile, your hands find its way down to the waistband of his jeans. One hand tugs at it while the other hesitantly moved towards his growing hardness. Steve’s hand pulls away from your waist to slide down and redirect your hand, putting it right over the now very obvious bulge straining against his
jeans.
You gasp at the feeling of it— big even like this, and the jeans did very little to stop you from feeling how much it throbbed against your palm. Gosh, he wanted you so bad. It was evident in how it was pressed so tightly against the front of his jeans in a way that made it impossible to hide.
Steve’s breath hitched at the feeling of your warm palm over it, but he kept kissing at your neck and collarbone. However, as much as Steve tried to conceal how good it felt with his sounds, he couldn’t stop the almost involuntary rocking of his hips against your hand.
That’s when he abruptly jerked back, and you nearly whined at the feeling of the closeness between you two unexpectedly being pulled away.
“Steve? You okay?” You ask, clearly confused. But soon you were frozen in place, after hearing the sounds from downstairs getting louder and more apparent.
As good as it felt, you knew this wasn’t the place for you and Steve to get intimate. It was a school night, you had unfinished homework due the next day, and your parents were just downstairs.
Steve broke the space between you two for a second, to kiss your temple. “Sorry, baby. But next time, i’m having you. No distractions. Just us. Okay?”
“Okay, but—“ you tried to finish, eyes flickering between his face and the problem he was still faced with.
“I’ll deal with it myself,” Steve declares, just about to slide right out your window. “See you tomorrow.”
Your eyes follow his every movement out of your room, until he was no longer in sight. At that, you sigh, collapsing backwards onto your bed. You still felt so giddy with everything that happened tonight, kicking your feet against your bed.
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author’s note: first post! kinda scared haha. what did u think abt s5 stranger things?
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