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andy. that’s my heart. and you just stomped on it.

my poor girl and steve 😭😭 oh steve c’mon son

the edges of your soul (i haven’t seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter nine

⭐︎ Pull the trigger on the gun I gave you when we met

warnings: fluff, post apocalypse au, alcohol consumption, drinking game, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, mention of virginity, hurt/no comfort (i guess?), angst, sunshine x grumpy, jealousy jealousy jealousy

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: during a game of never have i ever you find out things you weren’t prepared for

word count: 9k+

authors note: i wrote this part in two days, that’s how excited i was to write it hehe. shoutout to @hellfire--cult as always 🤍 we came up with this chapter months ago and now it’s finally here! roe added the last bit aka THE PAINFUL ONE! I am so excited for the upcoming chapters hehe

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The air is crisp. The wind is cold and harsher now than it was a few weeks ago. The first snow started falling about a week ago, making the journey a lot harder and slower, which isn’t in your favor at all. You want to go home sooner rather than later. You have already lost so much time, when you were alone and even now too. Your sickness slowed you down, slowed them down.

You are much better now. The fever had gone down five days into your antibiotic treatment. Your cough is still there, not as strongly as it was before but it’s there. On top of that, you don’t perform as well as you used to before the sickness. You get tired quickly, your muscles get sore and you struggle to breathe.

Nancy told you that it’s normal, that it might take a longer while for you to recover fully. Her brother Mike suffered for nearly two months after falling sick with pneumonia, carrying an inhaler with him at all times, just like you do too, now.

It frustrates you a little, because now they all watch you like hawks to make sure that you are not moving around too much. You are not allowed to go on runs or scavenge areas, at least not until you’re healthy again. Steve is scavenging with Eddie now mostly, but today Nancy joined him instead, leaving you and Eddie to stand guard on the snowy parking lot.

You don’t mind. You like spending time alone with Eddie, but you want to do something. Not being able to help is driving you crazy.

You play with the hair tie around your wrist, the one that Steve left on you, the one you haven’t taken off yet because he told you to keep it when you tried to give it back. You didn’t question where he got it or whose it was. You have a hunch.

“Fucking Nebraska.” Eddie murmurs as he leans against the side of the RV, looking up into the grey sky.

“What’s wrong with Nebraska?” You ask, chuckling.

Eddie shrugs at you, raising his axe, and he points all around at the snow. “That.”

“Nebraska isn’t the only state that’s covered in snow right now, Eddie.” You smile in amusement. You rub your glove covered hands together as you turn your body towards him.

He narrows his eyes at you, sighing loudly.

“Yeah well, we should have been in uh… Wyoming, Idaho or freaking Utah by now but instead we’re stuck in this godforsaken state. I swear it’s only gonna bring us bad luck.”

You furrow your eyebrows and giggle at him, shaking your head.

“This state is really on your most hated list, huh?”

Eddie scoffs as he turns to face you. His cheeks are red, his nose is too. His bottom lip is trembling from the cold. A few snowflakes adorn his curls.

“Yup.”

“Well… if it makes you feel any better… It took me a year to get to Indiana from New York,” you admit, shrugging. “Something always gets in the way. Just like now, if it isn’t the blocked roads then it’s the time we use for scavenging. If it isn’t that, then it’s the time we spend looking for gas… and if it isn’t that then… It's a sickness.” You sigh, looking down at your feet as you kick the snow on the ground.

Eddie’s eyes soften. Sympathy flashes in them. You felt guilty for falling sick, for slowing them down, for being a ‘burden’ as you had called yourself. He felt a little angry for the way you talked about yourself, for the way you thought you had to apologize for not feeling well.

A soft huff falls from his lips as he bumps his shoulder into yours. He reaches for your hand and gives it a tight squeeze.

“Sweetheart, if you mention that one more time… I swear to Ozzy I will eat all your Kitkat’s.”

Your dimples show when your lips curl into a smile. You shake your head at him, looking back into his eyes with a mean look on your face. You raise your hand up and point your finger at him.

“Not my Kitkat’s.” You threaten, making him chuckle.

Eddie grins at you.

“Stop feeling guilty and I won’t steal your candy, Sweets. It’s simple.” He shrugs.

You roll your eyes at him and he gasps at that, looking at you offended. He throws his hand to his chest and leans back.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me, Sunshine?” He asks shocked, using the nickname Steve calls you by.

You shake your head at his act, giggling at his dramatics. You lean down and sink your hand into the snow, scooping some up into your hand. You move back up, smirking evilly at him before you throw it at his face.

“You’re such a dork, Eddie Munson.”

Another louder gasp falls from his lips when the coldness hits his skin and he stares at you bewildered. He brings his hand up to his face and wipes away the snow that is now stuck to his skin.

You are slowly backing away, eyes glinting with amusement as you giggle loudly.

“You did not just…” He glares at you, taking a step towards you. “You little witch.”

Your eyes widen when he leans down and scoops some snow onto his palm before he charges at you. A squeal falls from your lips as you turn around quickly, trying to run from him.

“Oh, now you’re trying to run?” Eddie chuckles loudly behind you. “Don’t you wanna finish this little snowball fight?”

“Nope!” You giggle loudly, hoping that Steve won’t come out of the store and catch you and Eddie running around like little kids.

“Come here!”

“Nuh uh!”

You make the mistake of looking back at him, not controlling your steps like you should. Your foot catches onto ice under a layer of snow and you suddenly lose your balance, slipping on the ice with both feet. You try to steady yourself but to no avail, you are falling. Though you don’t feel the rough concrete underneath you like you were expecting. Instead you fall on something soft… well, softer than the concrete would have felt.

“Oof…”

Only when you’re on the ground and you feel the arms around your waist and your head protected against a chest, do you realize that you didn’t fall on the ground because Eddie caught you and you landed on top of him instead while he took the fall for you both.

“Ow…” He murmurs underneath you, grunting at the pain in his back.

“Oh my god,” you mumble as the shock wears off and you quickly turn around to face him, not getting up just yet. Your eyes are wide and your face is serious, at least until you look at him and all the snow in his hair.

You stare at each other in silence, breathing heavily. His lip twitches first and then yours follows suit. His eyes flash with amusement and before you know it, you both burst into laughter.

Tension falls off your shoulders. Tension you didn’t realize you even had. But this feels good, you can’t remember the last time you laughed. Especially like this, to the point of tears.

“Goddamn, you’re a klutz,” Eddie laughs as he leans his head back into the snow, not caring anymore at this point.

You shake your head, unable to stop the laughter that keeps falling from your lips.

Eddie lets go of your waist and brings his hand up to your back, patting it softly.

“Are you okay?”

You bring your hand up to your face, wiping away the stray tear that escaped from your eyes. You nod at his question.

“I had a safe fall,” you giggle before it gets cut off by a cough.

Eddie continues to pat your back. He presses his palm against the snowy ground and pushes himself up into a seating position, grunting a bit. You turn away from him and cough into your elbow, clenching your eyes shut.

“Shit, Sweets.” He mumbles. “Do you need your inhaler?”

You shake your head at him. Once you calm down, you press your hand against your chest and turn back to face him. Your eyes are a little glassy from all the coughing.

Eddie’s eyes soften, he gives you a tight lipped smile as he pats your back one last time.

“No laughing for you anymore, young lady.” He gives you a pointed look.

You snort and roll your eyes.

“Hey guys, we–” Steve halts in his tracks suddenly when he finds you on the ground with Eddie. His face falls and his eyes flash with confusion when he takes in the position you’re in – Eddie is sitting up on the ground while you are on top of him, in his lap. By the look on Eddie’s state, he knows you both must have slipped and fallen but how did you get to that point in the first place? And why is Eddie’s arm around your waist?

He clenches his jaw without realizing it. The sourness inside of him spreads quickly, burning in his chest and taking over his whole body. He clenches his fists around the basket he is holding, gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turn white. He stares at Eddie’s hand and how he places it on your hip. Eyes burning with anger.

Steve doesn’t like this and he doesn’t even realize why.

Your head snaps towards Steve and you frown at the look on his face. Before you even begin to question it, your eyes fall on the basket he is holding and curiosity gets the best of you. You carefully get off Eddie and place your feet back on the ground, accepting his hand that he offers to you.

Steve’s eyebrows knit together strongly and the fire in him spreads further and up to his face, causing his cheeks to redden.

You don’t notice but Eddie does, especially when he catches Steve watching how you help him up. How you remove the snow from his jacket and his cheek, making sure that he is clean again before you make your way towards him.

Eddie raises his eyebrows in surprise, seeing the glare that is directed at him, the murderous gaze. If looks could kill, he would drop dead by now. If he didn’t consider Steve to be one of his best friends, he would have feared him right now. But Eddie only feels smugness and amusement.

If jealousy had a name, it would be Steve Harrington.

Eddie’s lip curls into a smirk, and he snickers under his breath.

“This is too good,” he murmurs under his breath. He is gonna tease him. Oh yeah. He is gonna enjoy this one.

“What’d you find?” You ask cheerfully as you make your way towards him, smiling brightly already.

Steve looks away from Eddie and down at you. His eyes instantly soften when they meet yours. The sourness remains in his chest but something else spreads even quicker… warmth.

You grab the edge of the basket with both hands and peek inside. Your smile falls and your eyes widen. A gasp of excitement falls from your lips when you catch sight of the knitted scarf.

You look up at him, mustering up your best puppy eyes.

“Can I have that one?” You plead.

Steve’s heart skips a beat at the look on your face. Those eyes. He feels his knees falling weak every time you look at him like this.

He swallows the growing lump in his throat and he nods.

He almost wants to laugh at your question though. He spent fifteen minutes picking out a scarf for you. He didn’t want just any one. He grabbed the pink one at first before he caught sight of this one. He was unaware of Nancy’s smug face.

“I picked it out for you.” He mumbles, lip curling upwards when your wide eyes meet his again.

“You did!?” You nearly squeal as you grab it from the basket, jumping on your feet slightly as you wrap it around yourself.

Steve’s eyes sparkle as he takes in the pure happiness on your features, all because of a pastel yellow colored scarf.

“How’d you know this was my favorite color?” You ask, feeling the fluttering of your heart so strongly at this moment, especially when you look into his hazel eyes.

Steve feels caught and he sinks into himself a little. Heat creeps up to his cheeks and he grows flustered… embarrassed. He clears his throat, shifting from one foot to another.

He clears his throat, wanting to punch Eddie now more than ever as he catches sight of the smug bastard in the back.

“I honestly didn’t know… I– I just… remembered you said you had a sunflower field behind your house, so I thought…” he trails off and looks back down into your eyes. They are sparkling for him. Your smile is wider than it was in weeks. You’re happy. “Good to know, though…”

Your heart skips a beat, and your stomach flutters wildly. He remembered your sunflower field? You told him that in the very beginning, when he didn’t even talk back much, when you just rambled his ear off. You didn’t even think he listened to you, let alone remember what you talked about to him.

“Thank you so much, Stevie!” You smile widely as you take a step closer to him. You rise to your tippy toes and grab onto his shoulder as you press your lips to his cheek, pecking it softly.

Steve freezes. He tenses up. Not because he didn’t like it but because he did. He liked it. He liked the feeling of your lips on his skin. A little too much.

You pull away and brush past him when you notice Nancy coming out of the store, carrying two bags. You leave him standing with glowing cheeks.

The need to escape takes over and despite feeling like his feet are glued to the ground, he forces himself to make his way towards the RV, ignoring the racing in his chest.

He walks past Eddie but not without sending a glare towards him. He reaches into the basket, and picks out the grey beanie, throwing it at the metalhead without a single word.

Eddie catches it before it hits him in the face. A loud snicker falls from his mouth when he realizes why Steve is so salty and why his cheeks are like the color of a ripe tomato. He follows him. Of course he does. Eddie sees the perfect opportunity.

“Thanks for that, man.” Eddie holds up the beanie.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Steve grumbles under his breath. He throws the door open to the RV and steps inside. Dropping the basket on the table, he starts taking out the cans of food he found and starts stacking them up in the cabinets.

Eddie leans against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest.

“What were you two doing out there?” Steve asks after two minutes of silence.

“Had a little snowball fight.” That is an exaggeration, and he knows it, but he wants to see Steve’s reaction. “And then we fell.”

Eddie can’t see his face. Steve’s back is turned to him as he fills up the cabinets. Though he can see how he tenses up and falters a little.

“Right…” Steve scoffs. “She fell on your lap?”

There it is. Eddie is surprised; that was quick.

He doesn’t bother hiding his snickering. He pushes himself off the wall and moves up beside him, tilting his head at the former jock. He smiles smugly when he sees the clenched jaw.

“Is that jealousy, Big Boy?”

Steve narrows his eyes at him. He grips the edges of the counter and slowly turns to face him.

“I’m just…–”

“You’re just what, Steve? Jealous?” Eddie cackles, enjoying this far more than he should. He raises his hand up and places it on Steve’s chest, patting it roughly. “Don’t worry, man. She is all yours, I promise.”

Steve huffs and he shakes his head, opening his mouth to speak.

“Yellow is her favorite color huh? I didn’t know that. You didn’t either, she didn’t even tell you–”

“Stop.” Steve sighs. He brings his hand up to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. The tension in his shoulders rises when he realizes the weight of Eddie’s words. Deep down he knows he is right, he knows it. He doesn’t want to acknowledge it. He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to admit it. He fears it. He can’t have those feelings. He can’t allow himself to care more than he does right now. He knows where this will end – how it almost ended a few weeks ago. If he allows these feelings, if he lets them out only for something to happen… he will never recover.

The smug look on Eddie’s face falls when he realizes the seriousness of this situation as he reads the look on his face.

Steve is holding back. He is holding back out of fear, not realizing that this could potentially make everything so much worse.

“Steve…” Eddie sighs as his hand moves to grip his shoulder. “I know what you’re trying to do here–”

“Don’t.” Steve warns him. Like he doesn’t want to hear it, like he doesn’t want to even consider his words. “Just don’t, Munson.”

He couldn’t even finish the sentence. He couldn’t even utter a single word and it frustrated him a little but he also understands it.

“Fine…” Eddie sighs, and he lets his hand fall back to his side.

Steve takes a deep breath. He runs his fingers through the mess of his head. His hair got so long in the past few months. The past self of him would be mortified at the sight of him now.

Steve glances at Eddie. He can’t stand the sympathetic look in his dark eyes. He doesn’t want to be pitied.

“You know what you need–”

Steve rolls his eyes and he pulls back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I said don’t–”

“Hear me out, will you?” Eddie mumbles in annoyance. He rolls his eyes back at him and turns around, opening the cabinet where you have put all the special things. He reaches for the bottle. A grin spreads on his face before he turns around. He holds it up with a wiggle of his brows.

Steve shakes his head, “nope.”

“Oh yeah.” Eddie nods and by the look of his determined face, Steve knows he will lose this argument. “You gotta let loose a little. Swallow those feelings down with a little help of my former best friend.” Eddie grins at the whiskey bottle.

Steve sighs.

“We’ll play a little drinking game… and who knows, maybe we’ll find out some dirty truths from your girl's past.” Eddie cackles.

“She’s not my–”

The door bursts open and you come rushing in, carrying one of the bags you grabbed off Nancy’s shoulder. You halt in your tracks and look between them. The frustrated gaze in Steve’s eyes and the excited one in Eddie’s tells you everything you need to know.

Nancy comes stumbling in behind you.

Eddie turns towards you, smirking at the two of you as he holds up the whiskey bottle.

“Wanna play a game?”

The fire keeps you brittle warm, allowing your cheeks to burn a little. The cold doesn’t even touch you right now, you’re so close to the heat. The bowl of soup is warm in your hands. You keep glancing towards Steve as you watch him eat.

Eddie is rambling his ear off about DnD, something Steve couldn’t care less about. He keeps humming and grumbling in response.

Nancy had already finished her dinner. She is rubbing her hands over the fire, warming herself up.

You found a little hidden spot, behind trees and ruins, allowing you to let the flames burn higher than usual. Allowing you to feel a little more comfortable. You did a perimeter check with Steve before dinner, and he demanded to do it slowly for you, and this area seemed pretty safe and clean.

“So… how about some good ‘ol never have I ever?” Eddie smirks as he picks up the bottle of whiskey he carried outside before.

Your eyes light up. The urge to let loose, even if just for one night, for a few hours is so big. You nod at him, putting your now empty bowl on the ground beside your feet.

“Yes, please!”

Nancy chuckles at the enthusiastic smile on your face. Eddie’s eyes lock with hers and she shrugs at him, mumbling “sure.”

Eddie grins at her, knowing she wouldn’t have given in so easily in the past. She sure has changed.

He looks at Steve last to find him staring at you. Eddie knows that he is curious, it’s in his eyes.

“I’m not drinking—“

“Oh come on!” Eddie groans, throwing his head back.

“If I am willing to drink then you gotta do it too, Steve!” Nancy says, shrugging at him.

“Someone’s gotta stay sober.”

“Not like we’re gonna get blackout drunk, man. Besides the area is safe—“

Steve sighs, shaking his head. “You can never know.”

“Steve…” You sigh, pulling the attention on you. You tilt your head to the side, pouting at him. “Please…”

Steve huffs softly.

Your features, your skin, your hair look so soft in this light. The golden flames make you look even more beautiful. Something flutters in his chest when you bat your eyelashes at him.

He breathes in shakily, and by the way Eddie snickered beside him, he knows he heard it.

Steve clears his throat as he shakes his head.

“You’re not drinking either, Sunshine. You’re still coming down from your sickness and you’re still on pain meds.” He says sternly.

Now your frown and your pout deepens. Your stomach sinks a little and the excitement wears off instantly.

“Oh… right.” You whisper.

Steve watches the way your face falls and your shoulders slump. A saddening look flashes in your features. He is surprised to see you giving up so easily, he expected you to put up a bit of a fight.

“Shit,” Eddie murmurs. He didn't think about it either.

You sigh deeply. You look between all of them and straighten your back again.

“You can still play!”

Steve can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt bubbling up inside of him. He saw how excited you were when Eddie suggested the game.

“Hold on,” Steve mumbles as he pushes himself up from his seat. He disappears into the RV, making you all frown in confusion. You hear some rustling, some cans moving around before he comes out again, holding a can of Dr. Pepper in his hand. He makes his way to you, lips curling into a small smile. He holds it out for you. “I know it’s not the same but… you– we can still play.”

You stare at the red soda can in his hand. Your soft eyes light up as you look up at him.

His throat bobs when he swallows nervously. His heart skips yet another beat as he looks down into your eyes.

Steve couldn’t care less about the game. If it wasn’t for you, he would call it a day and go to sleep.

“Yeah,” he whispers softly.

You are both unaware of the eye contact Nancy and Eddie are holding. To the looks on their faces and of the mischief crossing Eddie’s face as he grabs the plastic cups he had already prepared before. He unscrews the lid and pours the whiskey.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you take the soda from Steve’s hands. Blush rises to your cheeks and your hand warms even more when your fingers brush against his own.

Steve only smiles at you before he makes his way back to his seat. He curls his fingers into his hand, clenching it tightly as he still feels the mark of your touch. A sigh leaves his mouth when he sinks back into his camping chair.

Eddie holds the cup out to him, and Steve only accepts it reluctantly.

“Don’t think too much,” Eddie says to him. “It’s gonna be good for you, trust me.”

“If you say so.” Steve snorts as he accepts the cup. He can’t remember the last time he even smelled alcohol.

A pop sounds through the circle as you open the can. You bring your knees up to your chest and tug the blanket tighter around you, getting comfortable as giddiness rushes through your body. This reminds you of high school… only this is even better. You’re around friends.

Eddie puts the bottle back down after handing Nancy her cup. He leans back and looks around the circle, smirking at Steve – the latter already knowing that this means nothing good.

“So…” Eddie starts, wiggling his eyebrows. “Who’s starting?”

Steve sinks deeper into his seat, he looks down at his drink, sloshing it around in the cup.

“Never have I ever played DnD.” Nancy says, making both you and Steve chuckle.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at her, tilting his head as he brings the cup up to his lips.

“You’re doing me a favor here, Wheeler.”

Before he can even down the drink like he had planned to do, Steve leans forward and grabs Eddie’s wrist, “hold on. You ain’t downing that drink. We’re not in high school going home safe after. Doesn’t matter how safe this area seems to you, we’re still in the middle of nowhere… during the goddamn end of the world. We’re taking sips, not shots.”

Steve’s face is stern as he lectures Eddie, who looks like a kid getting scolded by his father.

You can’t help but giggle.

“Okay, dad.” Eddie mumbles with wide eyes. “Sips, not shots, got it.”

Nancy laughs at their interaction.

Eddie takes a sip, keeping his eyes on Steve, who watches him closely, warning him with his eyes.

“See.” Eddie shows him the cup. “I just took a sip.”

“Good.” Steve grumbles before he leans back into his seat.

Eddie turns back to Nancy, grinning evilly. “Alright Wheeler. Never have I ever… gotten straight A’s in high school.”

A groan falls from her lips, she rolls her eyes at his lame attempt at making her drink. She brings the cup up to her lips and takes a sip.

Steve glances at you, expecting you to take a sip as well but you don’t. Your can remains propped up on your knees.

“No A’s?” Eddie raises his brows at you. “I’m surprised.”

You shrug. “The best I got were B’s.”

“Something I could only ever dream of.”

Nancy rolls her eyes at him again, “you were just lazy, Eddie.”

“Are you saying I’m smart, Nancy Wheeler?” He smirks at her.

“I’m saying you could have been better, dumbass.”

Eddie waves her off and looks between you and Steve, “who’s next?”

Steve shrugs and gestures to you, holding his cup.

You blush a little when he flashes you a smile. You tug your blanket tighter to you and look back into the fire.

“Um… never have I ever…” You pause, trying to think of something you have always wanted to do. “Gone on a picnic date…?”

Eddie sits still, not bringing the cup up to his lips. Steve is not drinking either. The three of you glance at each other before you all look towards Nancy, who is the only one to take a sip of the whiskey. She scrunches up her face at the bitter taste.

A sullen look takes over her face and if you didn’t look close enough, you would have missed the way her eyes flashed with sadness before she took that sip. She breathes in sharply and clears her throat before she plasters a smile onto her face as she looks back to you.

“You have never gone on a picnic date?”

Steve glances at you too with curious eyes.

You shake your head. You always wanted to go but no one ever asked you out. Your ex-boyfriend always told you that he wasn’t a fan of date nights – must have been because he was too busy taking other girls out.

Steve’s chest pains a little at the saddened look on your face.

“No, but anyways… It’s your turn, Steve!”

Steve blinks as he stares at you, your eyes now gazing into his. His cheeks flush under the weight of your eyes. He shifts on his chair.

“Uh…” He can’t focus when you look at him, especially with that little tilt in your head and the innocent eyes. He looks down, at the crackling wood and the golden flames. His heart skipping a little harder. This is ridiculous. “Never have I ever uh…”

What stupid thing would Robin say?

What silly line would escape her mouth?

“Been arrested…?”

Eddie chuckles loudly beside him. “See for someone who doesn’t want me to get drunk, you sure are doing a bad job, Harrington.” He laughs before he takes a big sip of his whiskey.

You gasp and lean forward, “how, when, where, why?” You ramble.

Steve’s shoulders shake when laughter escapes him at the look on your face. The wide eyes and the dropped jaw.

“Oh, Sweetheart…” Eddie trails off. “I got arrested several times.”

“For what!?”

“For being an idiot!” Nancy chuckles. She witnessed it herself once, Hopper running after a handcuffed Eddie who somehow managed to escape before he was forced into the cop car.

“Then Jonathan must’ve been an idiot too!” Eddie scoffs. “Didn’t you get arrested with him!?”

She shakes her head at him, “nope. I just went to the station with him.”

You don’t notice the way Steve looks away, awkwardly and tense at the current conversation.

“Why are you all getting arrested!?” You ask, confused.

Nancy shrugs at you.

You glance at Steve and raise your eyebrows at him, “did you get arrested too?”

He purses his lips and shakes his head, “nope. Always managed to get away before the cops were at the crime scene.” He jokes.

You roll your eyes at him but chuckle softly.

“So I’m friends with a bunch of criminals, is that it?” You joke.

“Oh yeah.” Eddie nods his head, making his curls bounce. “Bet you’re the worst of us all though.” He points his finger at you.

You press your palm against your chest, humming. “Cold blooded killer, you said it before.” You joke, looking at him seriously.

“Exactly.”

The game continues and the lines get sillier as Eddie keeps refilling the cups with Whiskey. You notice how the tension in Steve’s shoulders disappears after a few bigger sips of the liquor, how the redness in his cheeks glows stronger beneath the orange hues of the campfire. Your heart flutters every time his eyes flash with amusement, with happiness. Every time his laughter echoes, you feel something in you heating up in a way it never has before.

For a moment, the world out there is gone. It’s just the four of you, being normal people. You aren’t out here trying to survive. You aren’t out here surrounded by death. You aren’t out here barely pushing through this world. Right now, you can be a group of friends having fun… just that. And you enjoy it so much. You have never felt more welcomed than you do with them.

Nancy’s eyes shine with tears of laughter as Eddie continues his story of the girl who threw up on his shoes when he tried flirting with her. His goal was to ask her out on a date, not realizing that she was fully drunk until it was too late.

“God… why do you always have the lamest dating stories, Munson?” Steve laughs, blinking away his own tears.

“That poor girl! She must have been so embarrassed!” You mumble, trying not to giggle as much.

“Sweetheart, I threw up right after. We were both embarrassed.”

You break into laughter again, though your face cringes in disgust at the image of it in your head.

“Did you ever see her again, after?” Steve asks, his lips twitching as he tries to stop laughing.

“Yeah, in the school hallway. It was awkward as hell.” Eddie admits with wide eyes.

“God…” Nancy mumbles, amused. She leans back and tilts her head up, looking up into the sky with a lazy smile on her lips.

“Yeah…” Eddie chuckles to himself as he looks into the fire. His finger traces the rim of his cup.

For a moment, silence takes over. Only the crackling of the wood is heard around you. You watch the flames too, contentment filling you.

You don’t notice his eyes on you or the way they scan your face, the way they look at you. You don’t realize that he is smiling or that his eyes are sparkling. If only you looked up.

“Never have I ever had sex.” Eddie snorts, knowing he will make everyone drink this time.

“Of course,” Nancy snorts and straightens up in her seat again, bringing the cup to her lip, she finishes the remains of her whiskey.

Steve rolls his eyes as he follows suit, finishing the last bit of his drink. He turns to face you and a frown appears on his face.

Eddie notices the look on his face when he has taken the biggest gulp of the night.

You avoid their eyes, blushing furiously as you continue to stare into the fire. Your shoulders, your whole body is tense. Embarrassment is written all over your face. You sit still. The soda can frozen in your lap. You haven’t taken a single sip and you don’t plan on taking one as your fingers play with the loose string on your blanket.

Steve’s eyes widen when the realization hits him.

Oh.

Nancy’s lips part in surprise, her eyes soften when she sees just how flustered you are.

Eddie is the last to realize but when he does, he nearly chokes on the whiskey. He gulps down and coughs a little. Bringing his hand up to his chest as his wide eyes search for yours.

“You… You’re a virgin, Sweetheart?” He gasps, knowing he should be approaching the topic a little more gently but he is too shocked, too intoxicated to let that rational voice in his head tell him what to do.

Eddie is flabbergasted.

And Steve… Steve’s eyes are filled with confusion and disbelief. His heart is pounding in his chest. How?

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry but… how?”

Eddie asks the question that repeats itself in Steve’s mind.

You bite your lip and look at him, avoiding Steve’s eyes. You feel too embarrassed.

“You’re not fucking with us, are you?” Eddie squints his eyes, finding it hard to believe.

“Nope.”

“But… You said you had a boyfriend!” Those words come tumbling out of Steve’s mouth.

Eddie’s and Nancy’s heads snap towards him. This is something they didn’t know about you.

You roll your eyes and huff, “just because I had a boyfriend doesn’t mean that I slept with him. Besides… that was the exact reason why he told me I was immature… the exact reason why he cheated on me.” You mumble, looking down.

Steve’s eyes harden at that. His chest burns with rage over that prick that was given the chance to date you only to fuck you over.

Nancy leans forward, her protectiveness kicking in, shooting off the roof.

“He cheated on you because you weren’t ready to sleep with him?” She scoffs, slurring her words a bit. Her blue eyes burn with anger for someone she doesn’t even know. “What– Men! Men fucking suck!”

You smile a little.

Eddie moves closer and pats Nancy’s back.

“Hey, not all of us are bad,” Eddie chuckles.

Steve looks down at his cup. His heart aches at the thought of how you felt back then. He knows your heart was crushed and you were devastated. You don’t have to tell him that for him to know.

“I hope he died. Gruesomely. Fucked in the ass by an infected–”

You crack up at her words. The tension slips away as amusement takes over and you and Eddie start laughing loudly at her.

Steve leans forward, he puts the empty cup down and presses his palms together, entwining his fingers. He glances at you, his eyes tracing your features while you are distracted.

“So uh… nothing?” Eddie asks after your laughter dies down. His curiosity gets the best of him. His eyes keep glancing towards Steve to catch his reactions.

You shake your head shyly.

Nancy eyes you, wanting to make sure that you are comfortable talking about this.

“No… It’s not like I don’t have the need…” You admit, surprising yourself even. But you feel safe talking about this, comfortable. Like you won’t get judged. “I mean– I had my own you know…”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, playing coy, playing dumb.

Steve straightens up a bit, nerves growing wild inside of him as he stares at you.

Eddie bows his head a little. “No? I know what?”

You avoid Steve’s eyes still. Heat rises to your cheeks, not from the fire but from the embarrassment inside of you. From talking about this in front of the guy you… you like.

You blink. Tapping your fingers against your knee.

“A helper…?”

Eddie almost bursts into laughter. He enjoys seeing you like this. He enjoys the way Steve is cracking his knuckles beside him, shifting on his chair.

Nancy licks her lips, holding back her smile when she realizes what he is doing, when she realizes how red Steve’s cheeks are.

Frustration bubbles up inside of you when you notice the mischief flashing in Eddie’s brown eyes.

“For fucks sake! A vibrator! A fucking vibrator!”

Nancy giggles loudly beside you. She is definitely gonna bring that up later.

Steve nearly falls over. His heart almost beats out of his chest. His eyes are glued on you. Heat spreads across his whole body and before he can even stop it, images start cursing through his mind. Images of you… of you on your bed, of your hands on your body, on your bare body that he had seen already. The realization strikes that he was the first to see you like this, to touch your soft skin, to hold you.

Suddenly his heart does more than just flutter.

Eddie smirks at you. His shoulders shake.

“Yeah, just wanted to make sure it was that.”

You roll your eyes at him.

“You fucking dick!”

Nancy and he chuckle at you, sharing amused glances.

“Now…” You start after a moment of silence. “I don’t know if it’ll ever happen, and I regret not giving my virginity to my ex…” You admit a little shamefully.

The three of them look at you in question.

“Why do you say it won’t?” Steve asks.

You chuckle softly and shrug as you look up at Steve, “look around us, Steve. It’s the end of the world… I could die tomorrow and I think it’s obvious to say that the chances of finding someone in the apocalypse are pretty scarce.”

They all fall silent, looking at you with pity – something that you don’t want, something that you hate.

But they notice that you are actually afflicted by it.

Eddie narrows his eyes, shifting in his seat. He looks at Steve, noticing the way he watches you intently. A sliver of yearning in his hazel eyes.

If he doesn’t take the chance…

Eddie clears his throat. Licking his lips, he looks back at you.

“Listen, if I didn’t have my sweetheart, I’d offer to make your first time the best night of your life,” he says cockily. A smirk tugging at his lips when he feels Steve’s angry eyes on him.

You don’t even pay much attention to his comment. You nearly give yourself a whiplash by how fast you turn towards him.

“You have a sweetheart!? Wait! Are you talking about your guitar? You showed me pictures of it and–”

“Of course not my guitar!” Eddie interrupts you, grinning. “I have my love waiting for me in California!”

Your eyes lighten up and you sit up straighter, curious to hear about his love story.

But Steve and Nancy roll their eyes and groan.

“Don’t listen to him, he never wanted to tell us… so obviously he is bluffing.” Nancy murmurs. “If he had a sweetheart we would have known about her or him!”

Eddie scoffs, though the smile on his face doesn’t disappear, instead it grows even wider.

“Honestly Nancy… If I were really single, I would have tried my luck with this young lady I have in front of me the moment I saw her. She’s funny and sweet and she’s hot as hell. Who wouldn’t try to make a move on that piece of ass?”

Your eyes widen, and you instantly grow flustered, cheeks burning like crazy.

The bitter taste on Steve’s tongue returns and he can’t even hide his frown this time when he looks at the metalhead beside him, only to realize that he fell right into his trap. Eddie is already looking back at him with a smug smirk on his face.

Nancy is watching you, how you flush all over while you sip your soda. She holds back her smile, thinking that it’s cute.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I see you as nothing more than a friend.” He makes the message very clear… to Steve.

Yet, it does little to calm him down. The same sour feeling as he felt before spreads through his chest.

Silence fills the space around you for a moment and the air suddenly shifts. You don’t know what it is yet. You don’t notice the look on Nancy’s face and how the amusement slowly fades as the alcohol kicks in differently, affecting other kinds of emotions now.

“Well.” Eddie looks around, clapping his hands together. “Anyone else got a confession to make?”

Steve shakes his head just like you.

Nancy hesitates. A sullen look suddenly takes over, crossing over her features out of nowhere. She blinks rapidly as she stares into the fire, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I love Robin.”

You slowly look towards her, unlike Eddie who snaps his head into her direction, looking at her in surprise.

But Steve, he already knew, well– he suspected it. He knew about Robin’s feelings. He knew that she fell in love with Nancy. He remembers how guilty she looked when she confessed to him, fearing that he would hate her for falling in love with his ex-girlfriend. He remembers how scared she was, how she looked at him, like she thought that she was about to lose her best friend. He hugged her then and promised that it was okay. His love for Nancy was in the past and it was never real love to begin with, nothing to mourn over. Puppy love. And the thing that happened back in ‘86 was nothing more than a moment of desperation to feel the only real thing he once thought he had.

Eddie’s smile slowly fades, lips curling downwards as he stares at Nancy’s glossy eyes. She is his best friend but it’s something he didn’t know. It’s something she wasn’t ready to confess. To speak into the universe. To let out.

“She… She confessed to me. She told me that she loves me… that she’s in love with me. And then she died…on the same day.” She whispers and bows her head to hide the tears that are about to slip down her cheeks.

Steve breathes in shakily, he looks away and closes his eyes.

“I never said it back.”

Your heart breaks for her. She kept it all to herself for such a long time, it must have been eating away at her. Her sniffles pains you even more. You lean forward and place your hand on her knee.

“Shit…” Eddie whispers, staring at her with sad eyes as the realization slowly sinks in. “I didn’t know, Nance.”

“Yeah…” She whispers, not looking up just yet. “And now… I can never say it back.”

You don’t know what to say. Eddie doesn’t either. You’re both not even sure if words are what she needs or if she just needs to let this all out.

“I-I honestly never made a move on her before that because I thought she hated me…” She confesses, talking without a filter now. Her emotions take control, guided by the alcohol in her system.

You frown at her words, gripping her knee tighter as you try to see her face but it’s covered by her long hair.

“Why would she hate you, Nancy?”

Eddie looks between you both, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Because of what I did to Steve.” She whispers, slowly looking up at you.

Anxiety builds up inside of you and you begin to feel nervous.

“W-What did you do to Steve?”

Steve snaps his head towards the two of you, shaking his head with a panicked look on his face. “Nancy–”

“I cheated on him. Hurt him. I thought Robin would hardly forgive someone like that. That Robin wouldn’t even like someone that did that to her best friend… Even if that happened a long time ago…”

Steve closes his eyes with a sigh, murmuring a quiet ‘fuck’.

Eddie winces under his breath.

You draw back instantly, your hand falling off her knee. You take in a sharp breath. The realization rushing through you coldly. You grip the soda can tighter and look down.

Nancy was the girl he told you about.

She was the one who hurt him, who broke his heart.

All this time you have been traveling with them and you didn’t even know.

You feel like a fool.

And it’s sadness and insecurity that hits you the hardest. She was the girl. And you are nothing like her, not even in the slightest.

Steve looks up at you slowly. He tries to catch a glimpse of your face but it’s tilted so far down.

You don’t know what to feel, what to think.

How can he be around her? You’d never be able to travel with your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, lied to you, acted like he loved you. You could never be around him, let alone be his friend… unless you still loved him.

Suddenly it’s nausea that bubbles up. Your heart sinks to your stomach. And now you wonder, would you have known sooner if you just put two and two together? If you would have taken a closer look?

“I never knew.” Eddie murmurs, patting her back.

“I didn’t want anyone to know,” Nancy whispers. “A-And that’s all… that’s all I got to confess. What about you…? Do you have anything…?”

You suddenly feel suffocated and you no longer want to sit here in this circle. It’s all become too much and all these questions running through your head begin to drive you crazy. You want to be alone. You need to think.

You clear your throat as you get up, picking up your discarded bowl from before and your empty soda can. You take a quick look around and force a smile on your face when Nancy looks up at you with her big eyes.

“I’m gonna go to sleep. I’m tired and my head is starting to hurt again.” You lie. You avoid both Steve’s and Eddie’s eyes.

“Oh.” Nancy mumbles, her shoulders slumping.

“Good night.” You whisper before you brush past Steve, ignoring the way he looks up at you in concern. You quickly make your way into the RV and shut the door behind you before any of them can question you.

You set everything down on the kitchen counter. Gripping the edges of it, you lean against it and close your eyes, sighing loudly.

You are confused and shocked, not understanding how it all went over your head for months. You could have known sooner. You should have. You wish you did.

A part of you wants to know more, the other part doesn’t.

You clean up your bowl and put everything away before you make your way into the tiny bathroom to brush your teeth. You hurry, wanting to be asleep before anyone comes in to check on you.

Not even the mint flavor of your toothpaste can get rid of the bitter taste on your tongue though.

“Sunshine?”

You almost groan in annoyance. Almost. You would have if it wasn’t him. You spit out the paste and rinse your mouth before you walk out. You plaster a smile on your face when you notice him standing by the kitchen counter.

He offers you a smile, “I uh… are you okay? Do you need anything?”

Your eyes soften. You press your lips together and shake your head, “no, I just… I wanna get some sleep.”

He brings his hand up to the back of his neck as he nods, “alright…”

You don’t move and neither does he.

Steve is so selfless. He’s so kind and sweet when he allows himself to be. He would do anything for his friends, showing you that he would do absolutely everything for the one he loves. There is not a single bad thing about him. So… how could she do this to him?

“I’m–”

“So Nancy…”

Steve can’t read the expression on your face nor can he figure out the emotion in your voice but if he didn’t know any better, he would think it is hurt… sadness. But why?

“Yeah…” Steve whispers.

He doesn’t know why he feels the urge to show you, to tell you that he doesn’t feel anything for Nancy, that he hasn’t felt anything for her in years, that he could never again.

You swallow harshly and nod. You take a seat on the bench and he follows you after a second, sitting down beside you.

“Do you…” You pause, not knowing if you’re actually ready to find out.

“I don’t love her anymore if that’s what you think.” Steve confesses, wanting – needing you to know.

He wishes he could ignore the way your shoulders slump in relief or the way your eyes fill with something that looks like hope.

“No?”

He shakes his head, “no. It was uh… It was puppy love but not real love, if it makes sense?”

“Oh.”

Steve takes a deep breath. He continues to look into your eyes, wanting to catch each and every one of your reactions.

“It was the first time someone else… cared for me. That someone seemed to like me for me and not because I was this popular guy… I only knew loneliness thanks to my parents being complete assholes.”

Your eyebrows furrow as though you’re in pain. The sympathy and the sadness the flashes in your eyes reminds him of Robin.

Steve runs his fingers through his hair, swallowing the lump that grew in his throat.

“I’m so sorry, Steve.” You frown, knowing how that ended for him.

“It’s okay, Sunshine.” He shrugs, his whisper is soft.

How could she look into his hazel eyes and not fall for him harder every day? How could she look at him and think that he wasn’t good enough? That there could be someone better out there? How could she look at him and not think that he was the best thing that’s ever happened to her?

There is little distance between you and your hand finds his before you can even think rationally.

Steve looks down at it. It’s not the first time he feels your touch like this. It’s also not the first time he feels that electric feeling cursing through him.

“But then… Robin came.”

“Wait then… you for Robin–”

“God, no, no…” Steve shakes his head, interrupting you quickly. “She just… She just filled that loneliness, and it made me realize that I was just chasing Nancy… pretending to be in love… Just to noy feel alone again…” He explains, cringing a little. “And then, Robin kind of started dating this girl, and I felt that bit of bitterness inside of me cause she was spending a little less time with me.”

You nod in understanding as he keeps talking.

“I tried dating around as well… But nothing worked out, no one wanted me for anything other than sex.”

You frown at his words, feeling anger and a sliver of jealousy burning in you.

“So I kind of… set my eyes back on Nancy again, not because I still loved her but… She was just the closest thing I had to a ‘real’ relationship. It was dumb to chase her again, to go after someone who hurt me. It took me a moment to realize that there are other versions of love that can be fulfilling.”

“Robin.”

He gives you a small smile, tapping your hand with his finger. He eyes the lilac hair tie around your wrist. It’s yours now. For safekeeping.

“Robin.” He nods.

He stopped seeking her out when he let go of a love he thought was… love. Maybe it should calm you down a little but it doesn’t.

“And now… that Robin is… gone?”

He knows what you’re asking.

You want to know if he will do it again, if he will chase after her again.

Steve shakes his head, humming. “I would never make that mistake again,” he chuckles, cringing at his younger self. “Besides, I don’t feel lonely.”

“Oh… Eddie and Nance?” You ask.

You secretly hope that you are the reason for that he doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

“No, I felt lonely with them too. I was… grumpy, remember?” He asks, cocking his eyebrow as his eyes flash with amusement.

You shake your head, “then what–”

“You came.” He confesses.

And it makes your heart flutter like crazy. Your eyes fill with so much hope. You straighten up and curl your hand around his as you gaze into his hazel eyes.

“You are… as stubborn as Robin was.” He whispers. “You remind me of her.”

Oh…

And then it hits you.

It hits you harder than anything else ever has before.

He never liked you for you.

He gave you a chance because you reminded him of the one person that meant everything to him. He gave you a chance because he saw her in you, because he could pretend.

You were never to him what he is to you.

You are a replacement. A placeholder.

And here you thought you found someone who likes you for you.

But of course not.

How did you never see it? Every time he talked about Robin, every time that he mentioned a memory, and– His eyes, they are looking at your wrist. At the hair tie, and– It was him… he put that on you, and now you knew. This wasn’t just anyone’s hair tie… this was Robin’s.

Your hand slowly slips away from his, looking down at the floor. You caught feelings only to find out that he saw you as a replacement for his soulmate. For someone he thought of as family, as a sister. He sees you that way, he will always see you that way and not as a woman. Not as someone who can try to give the love he wants and needs.

Because you are like Robin… and you are the opposite of Nancy.

You’ll never be like Nancy. She looks like… a woman, a strong woman that knows what she wants, that is experienced, that is mature, that knows how to handle most of the situations with a clear mind and you– You are reckless, a klutz like Eddie had called you, and you also were–

“You want a kitkat before bed, Sunshine?”

Immature.

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ash5monster01 · 4 days ago

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yay to pickford fics omg so hard to find!!! could you do fem!reader pls angsty with a little smut is fine, love your fics all the same so i’m not too picky <3

Hate To Love You

Pairing: Kevin Pickford x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral - male receiving, fingering, semi-public, dirty talk, angst, enemy/lover relationship, it's really dirty - my bad, no use of y/n

Summary: Kevin Pickford is your mortal enemy but he also turns out to be extremely good in different ways that you plan to exploit for future use.

word count: 3.1k

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"Slater, you can't be serious," you scowl, kicking rocks along the sidewalk as you near the house you'd rather set on fire. Though if you did that, it might only get the entire town high. Slater is too greened out to recognize any of the weight to your words, head in the clouds, and amused smile on his face.

"C'mon, I just need Kev to hit me with an ounce or so and then we'll be on our way," he reminds you, elbow nudging your arm as you spot the driveway. The orange GTO is the only car in attendance, which was a relief when you realized you wouldn't have to fake any pleasantries with the parents of your sworn enemy. Kevin Pickford had been a nightmare since middle school. Not only did he have a wealthy family who provided him everything but he also had spent the past five years dedicated to torturing you. It started with spitballs, then moved to leaving various unwarranted items in your locker, and now relied solely on the consistent teasing from him at every social event you both attended.

"Kevin doesn't like me Slate, I can sit this one out," you huff, arms crossing over your chest as you both stop in front of the boys house. It had been a month since Kevin and Michelle had broken up and despite the good news of gaining a friend back, it had also been the worst. Kevin's lack of a partner had turned Slater's visits to almost triple the amount and he had dragged you along for almost all of them.

"Well maybe we should all just get along, he's my buddy man, and you are too. I say we even cruise with him to this party tonight," Slater says in his normal dazed tone, finding the simplicity in your long and horrible relationship with the boy. Discovering you're now expected to cruise with him tonight has become even more dreadful. Yet you have no more time to complain when Pickford appears in the doorway, unbuttoned shirt barely hanging on his shoulders as he grins at you both.

"Customers, welcome," he nods his head, holding onto the 'S' sound in customers for far longer than appropriate. The instant reaction of rolling your eyes is opposite of the happy nod Slater greets him back with but it doesn't stop you from getting dragged into the house after him. Begrudgingly you climb the stairs up into the familiar room despite how many times you've tried to stay away, and settle on one of the various seats that had been set up for many weed induced visitors.

"C'mon Sweetheart, a smile at least," Kevin calls, sly lips closing around the end of a roach he had left behind and you just shake your head, the sound of the nickname annoying you only further. Your heart used to flutter at such words but since Kevin had referred to using that instead of your name, they no longer held such weight.

"Nothing to smile about when it involves you," you say, a pointed look directed at him but Kevin doesn't take any of it to heart, only laughs as he settles into his chair.

"Well sweetheart, you're not getting rid of me anytime soon," and you can only scowl because it was true. Your circle of friends had always been the same, a million threads tied between you both, and no matter how much he pushed your buttons he was here to stay. So instead of giving him more reason to annoy you, you scoop up a magazine off the table and open it while him and Slater discuss their weed. Counting down the minutes until you could get away.

When night time appears it feels as if you'd been in Kevin's house longer than intended, but luckily he finally puts on a shirt and some shoes before leading you both out the door. Slater slides into the back seat, not even realizing he had left you with one of two options. Get in the back and face lip from Kevin all night for avoiding him or ride shotgun and put yourself in the intimate position of being a riding partner on a night out. Neither sounds appealing but the latter is the safer bet, so as the engine roars to life you slide into the leather seat and avoid his eyes paired with the knowing smirk on his face.

"Emporium or Benny's?" Slater asks once on the road, adjusting the rear view mirror. He looks different in his car, something about the colorful dash lights reflecting on his face and wild long hair ruffling in the wind. It would be silly to not notice the boy's attractiveness, there was a reason he always had his abs out. Kevin not only lucked out in everything in life but had the beauty to match. You despised him, but for some reason when he pushes in the clutch and shifts the car so seamlessly, his hand barely brushing the side of your pants, you can't help but push your legs together.

"Benny's, Emporium is probably dull man," Slater answers, a cloud of smoke following his response. He’s more than likely right since it wasn’t often Benny threw parties, the rarity would bring the majority of the crowd, including them.

“I don’t care either way,” you answer as if you had a choice anyways. If you had given an answer, Kevin would’ve probably picked the opposite just to push your buttons.

“Benny’s it is,” he agrees and speeds in the direction of the red head's house and past the Emporium with only two cars in the driveway. When you arrive, the cluster of vehicles is a dead giveaway of whatever madness is happening inside. Your hand reaches for the car door but Kevin reaches across, stopping you before you have the chance. You flash him a confused look, his long arm overstretched across your chest and trapping you in.

"Slater, why don't you go in while me and Sweetheart have a quick chat here?" he says, eyes never leaving your own and Slater doesn't even question the request as Kevin pops the back of his seat and pulls it against himself so Slater can slide out.

"See you in there guys," the boy grins before sauntering away and Kevin closes you both back into the dark cab of the GTO. When he cuts the engine, the lights from the dash disappear and make it even darker. He was good at making you uneasy but he was even more unnerving when it was just the two of you. In fact, you were certain this was the very first time you both had ever been alone with each other.

"Any particular reason you're holding me hostage?" you inquire, feigning confidence in hopes he can't see the way you shift in your seat. What you didn't understand was that you weren't scared, or even uncomfortable, so whatever had you on edge was something you hadn't felt before, at least with him.

“I think it's about time we hash out this little thing between us," he grins, a determined look on his face and your shoulders tighten at the suggestion. You couldn't stand Kevin and you probably never would.

"I didn't think you were even capable of having that kind of mature conversation," you say, arms crossing in front of you and you don't miss the way Kevin's eyes drop and fixate on your cleavage, your breasts pushed up due to your crossed arms. The notion makes your cheeks flush and you're thankful for the dark car.

"Such a sassy mouth you have, need to find something to shut you up," and his heavy and deep voice paired with the gaze on your body has your knees pushing together again, goosebumps traveling down your arms, and since his eyes were already on you he noticed it all.

“You wish,” you mutter, eager to get into the party and maybe find the comfort of Jodi or Cynthia, hell even Pink would suffice at this point. You weren’t certain what dangers lurked while you were stuck in the car with Kevin but he at least could’ve let you find a drink in the party before trapping you in here.

“Actually I do, it would be fun,” and the way he says the words suggests so much more. His smirk is now gone, serious eyes boring into your own and a shiver licks up your spine. It’s in this moment you discover the uneasiness you had felt was nothing more than attraction. A need in you pulling you towards him which only made you uneasy because you normally wanted to get as far away as possible. So what you decide to say next shocks you both.

“Yeah, and how would you do that?” Kevin’s eyebrows raise, a little taken back by the question but mind running with a million possibilities. He had only tortured you for so long because of how bad he wanted you. It was weird to feel that need pulling in him when he hadn’t needed anyone before.

Instead of answering the boy just smiles, a hand falling to your knee while a small gasp leaves your lips. He leans close and panic fills your lungs, crazed eyes trying to determine his next move. When he’s an inch away from your lips, nose barely brushing against your own, he lets off a heavy sigh.

“Relax sweetheart, it’s just me,” he reminds you and it should be amusing. He had done nothing but embarrass you but what you hadn’t realized is during all that time, you had also gotten to know him. He was a safe, someone to rely on, and that’s why your shoulders ease. He slowly closes the gap and at first his lips feel weird against yours, something unexpected, but when you kiss back it’s so much more. The hand not on your knee travels into your hair and he starts kissing you like his life depends on it and it kills you to admit that it’s better than any kiss you’ve had before.

“This is your bright idea?” you mutter between kisses, teasing him for thinking he could kiss you stupid but then the hand on your knee travels up. Fingers heavy on your inner thigh and the words get caught in your throat all over again.

“I had a few other things in mind,” he says breathily, lips dragging over your jaw and neck when his fingers finally nudge against your heat. Your legs tighten around his hand and he grins because you have yet to mutter another word.

He continues to kiss you anywhere he can reach, skilled fingers popping the button of your jeans and dragging down your zipper. None of this could be real, your head fuzzy with the feeling of your mortal enemy pressed against you like this. You're practically on autopilot when he starts to tug at the hem of your pants and your hips lift to speed up the process. Pretty soon you're just another girl in the front of Kevin Pickford’s orange GTO with her pants pooled around her ankles.

“Cute panties,” he teases, eyeing the yellow ones with lace trim that you wear. You blush a deeper red but this time you don’t care because the desperate need for him to touch you is stronger. He grins when he discovers you’ve still lost your voice and he drags two fingers across the fabric. You can feel how soaked they are when he presses the underwear against you. Your chest rises fast and heavily with anticipation as you crave his touch. It’s scary how quick you’ve folded for him.

“Too bad I didn’t wear them for you,” you tease and something blazes behind his eyes, a hunger that makes you instantly regret sassing him again. Especially with the implication that you had intended for someone else to see them.

Keeping his eyes locked on yours, his hand dips under the hem, a finger slowly pushing through your folds as he absorbs every reaction that flashes on your face. You gulp nervously as he swirls his fingers around, collecting your arousal and finding his ground. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth when his thumb brushes against your clit and the deep whine that leaves your throat only encourages him more.

“You may not like me, but your pussy sure does,” he states matter of fact before pressing two fingers into you and the moan you let out should be humiliating. You want to say something, anything to debunk this confidence he now has, but the feeling of his fingers stops you. He studies you like a mysterious object as he continues to pump into you, enjoying how desperate you are for him and how perfect you feel clenching around his fingers. He discovers you make the cutest pouty face when his thumb brushes across your clit but he doesn’t want this to end just yet.

“Okay shit, faster,” you whine, hand slapping against the window for some stability when his lips find your neck. You’re certain he’ll leave a hickey and that will be impossible to explain, but it wasn’t of concern at the moment.

“I want to take my time with you Sweetheart,” he says against your neck before kissing down your chest. The low cut of your shirt had provided good cleavage for some attention at the party tonight but Kevin’s chin catches the neckline and drags it down further as his lips press kisses between your breasts. Wanting to feel like you have some control, your hand not keeping stability reaches and tugs the neckline further down. Slowly you reveal your bra and then you tug one of the cups down, baring yourself to the boy. Your nipple peaks in the cold night air and he takes this as an invitation to reveal your other breast.

“Who’s at a loss for words now?” you ask and he just shakes his head at you before moving to kiss each one. It’s intimate and gentle, much different from how he normally treated you. Yet it doesn’t last very long because when he pushes a third finger into you he latches onto a nipple and you’re a moaning mess all over again. His thumb finds your clit again, this time relentless and he offers every sensation possible. Without being able to stop yourself, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. He continues to fuck you through it, the sound off his fingers pumping in you dirty in the quiet cab of the car.

“Good girl,” he praises when your body finally stops trembling. When he pulls his fingers out he rewards you with a soft kiss to the lips and you hate how it makes something flutter in your chest.

You’re out of breath and a little dazed as he settles himself back into the driver's seat. You notice how his hair has fallen into his eyes and his chest rises heavily with each breath. The sight of you would shock anyone but he had the tent in his pants to match. When he pushes his hair back out of his face you find yourself leaning over and grabbing the button of his jeans.

“Woah, you don’t have to,” he says quickly, getting painfully harder as you crawl onto your knees in the front seat. Your tits dangle out of your shirt still and your ass is in perfect view of anyone who could go by the window. Yet you’re determined to free his cock from his jeans.

“It’s your turn to shut up Pickford,” you say before tugging his pants. He helps you push them off his hips and suddenly his cock is free. Angry and red, springing against his pelvis and it makes your mouth water. Of course he would have a pretty dick too.

Slowly you wrap your hands around his shaft, smirking at the way he shifts at your touch. He’s so needy but you don’t have it in you to tease. You suck his tip into your mouth quickly and he lets out a moan of defeat. You take your time sliding further and further down, tongue tracing along the vein under his cock. One of his hands tangles into your hand and the other grips the door, grounding himself in this moment and trying not to finish when you just got started.

“You’re a lot less sassier when you have my dick in your mouth,” Pickford groans and you speed up, determined to make him finish and eat his words. It should be dangerous this little relationship you have now. Hating his guts but also wanting him buried in yours.

You take him as deep as you can, letting your spit and tears run down your face and his cock with no remorse. Where your lips don’t meet you use your hands and the way his legs twitch gives away that he’s close. The hand that was once in your hair travels around your back and to the curve of your ass. His cock jumps in your throat and it should be a curse how attracted you both are to each other just to despise each other any other time. Taking him even deeper than before he reaches his end, ropes of cum filling your mouth and you swallow it all as best you can.

When you pull away, you’re a mess, and you don’t even have to check to know it. Kevin just chuckles as he eyes your mascara stained cheeks and ruffled hair from his hands on your head. You roll your eyes and tuck your boobs back into your bra and shirt. He watches as you pull your pants back up over your hips and button them close. Finding napkins in his dash box, you do anything you can in the visor mirror to fix your appearance.

“You’re a mess Sweetheart,” he states and you sigh as you accept your messy hair for what it is. Hopefully all of your friends were either too high or drunk to notice your swollen lips and tugged hair.

“Put your dick away, Pickford. I’m getting a drink,” and just like that you leave him in the car, shocked and a little impressed. He had fun plans to torture you the rest of the night but even better ones including fucking you until you couldn’t walk. Maybe you both could get used to this new arrangement you have.

“What a dirty bitch.”

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