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@tvserie-s-world i’m so happy you enjoy this story so much 🤭🤭
AND YOU KNOW WHO SHE WAS THINKING ABOUT WHEN SHE KISSED BILLY HEHEHEH
I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 19
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Warnings: slight angst, mentions of drugs, alcohol consumption, reader getting high, spin the bottle.... don't hate me,
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!reader, Robin Buckley x Chrissy Cunningham
Summary: The last high school party ends in a way you never thought it would
Word count: 8k+
A/N: @hellfire--cult Roe, you are such a big help, thank you so so much for always helping me with ideas and dialogues, ilysm
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The dreamy look in Chrissy’s eyes isn’t very hard to miss, it’s been there for weeks now. The smile that lingers on her soft features matches the lovestruck eyes. Lost in her thoughts, she completely dismisses the things you and Heather are talking about. You don’t take it to heart.
It took you a moment but once you noticed how her eyes light up and how her cheeks flush a deeper color every time Robin comes around, you realized what was happening to your sweet friend. 
And by the look on Robin’s face every time she sees Chrissy, you know that she is feeling just the same. 
Chrissy giggles more than usual whenever the taller girl speaks – she could say anything to her and Chrissy would smile and look up at her dreamily with her cute red cheeks. She probably doesn’t even notice how flustered Robin gets or how she stutters over certain words sometimes. 
You are happy about Chrissy’s newfound feelings for her, knowing that Robin reciprocates them. She doesn’t have to hurt anymore. 
“Are you gonna wear that to the party?” Heather asks, eying the dress on your frame. 
You stop applying mascara and pull back to look at her reflection through the large mirror on Chrissy’s pink wall. 
“Yeah, why?” You ask, looking down at yourself – self consciously. 
She shrugs, closing the magazine she was previously reading, she throws it on Chrissy’s bed. 
“It’s a shame that Munson isn’t coming tonight, I know he would’ve loved you in that dress,” she says, winking. 
Chrissy stops brushing her hair and turns her head to look at you. 
The look on Heather’s face is smug, she is twirling her curls with her finger, wiggling her brows at you. 
It is a shame that he isn’t coming but tonight is his last campaign before he gives up his beloved Dungeon Master position to someone else, Gareth probably. High school is over and Hellfire club will no longer be a part of his life – he will still play but it won’t ever be the same again. 
You are no longer Cheer Captain and Eddie is no longer the Dungeon master. 
There is something sad about having to say goodbye to your High School days but there is also something exciting about stepping into the unknown and getting out into the world. 
You and Eddie celebrated by having lunch with your mom and his uncle after the graduation ceremony. It was nice, you had fun but a part of you couldn’t rest, knowing that Steve’s parents couldn’t make it to see him graduating. 
You haven’t seen much of him either, you saw him in the crowd and on stage when he got his diploma but that’s all, you couldn’t find him anywhere else afterwards. You couldn’t congratulate him. 
A part of you hopes that he will be at the party tonight, though you doubt that he will come. 
You don’t feel your cheeks warming up, nor do you notice the look in your own eyes. You shift uncomfortably, breaking eye contact, you lean closer to the mirror again. You place the mascara bottle back in your little bag and reach for the powdered blush. 
“Oh honey, you don’t need any more of that,” Chrissy says, giggling as she touches your hot cheek. 
You roll your eyes and shake your head at them, “you are both insufferable,” you mumble, “it’s a normal dress, he wouldn’t think anything of it.”
Heather giggles behind you, “oh my sweet y/n,” she sighs as she kneels down behind you, carefully wrapping her arms around you, she leans her chin on your shoulder, “you are so oblivious.” 
You wonder what she would think if she found out that Nancy would agree with her words. 
“And so blind,” Chrissy adds. 
“Maybe our girl needs a pair of cute glasses,” Heather says, running her fingers through your hair. 
“I don’t need glasses!”
“Sure, you don’t.”
“Heather,” you mumble, raising your brows at her, “how about we talk about you and pizza guy.” 
“Pizza and weed guy,” Chrissy corrects you with a smile. 
Unlike you, Heather doesn’t blush or get flustered. She smiles and shrugs, “what about us?”
You and Chrissy face each other with surprised looks on your faces. 
For weeks, you have been speculating about Heather and Argyle, wondering if the two of them are a thing or not. Heather had been secretive about the meetups. At first, you both thought that she continued seeing Billy but then you saw him making out with a girl from the cheer squad. 
Apparently Heather and Billy have never been a ‘thing’ in the first place. It was a ‘no strings’ kind of thing until one of them got sick of the other – which, you could easily suspect Billy to be the one who got sick but it was the other way around. 
Heather had stood him up for Argyle. Billy didn’t give much of a reaction to it but unfortunately, he set his eyes back on you – much to your dismay. 
“There is an ‘us’?” You ask in surprise. 
Heather smiles brighter, she bites her lip and leans back, “maybe,” she grins, “I mean he just asked me to be his girlfriend the other day,” she says casually as she looks down at her nails. 
You and Chrissy gasp at her words, you both turn around to face her and squeal in excitement as you both throw your arms around her, catching her off guard. She falls down against the carpet and you both join her, giggling. 
“Oh my god!” Heather laughs.
“Heather has a boyfriend!” Chrissy says in a sing-song voice. 
“We gotta celebrate it,” you say, squeezing your friend tightly. 
“Oh we’re going to,” Chrissy smirks at you. 
“I guess we’re getting drunk tonight.”
You would be lying if you said that you aren’t feeling the slightest bit nervous. You haven’t had any alcohol since the night you went on a date with Ray and that night ended badly. 
By the time you actually make it to the big graduation party at Tina’s place, it’s already in full swing. The music is picked and chosen by her best friend Faithe – who strictly listens to 80’s pop music; Duran Duran, Wham!, Madonna – especially Madonna. 
Your friends scatter away from you the moment they lay their eyes on Robin and Argyle – Argyle who scoops Heather up in his arms and kisses her in front of everyone to see. You can’t help but laugh. 
Robin and Chrissy disappear in the crowd, giggling and leaning closer to each other, both sporting deep blushes on their faces. Cute. 
Now that you’re alone, you can’t help but wish that you didn’t come. You wish Eddie was here. You are not mad at them for leaving you behind – they’re in love and in their own little worlds. You don’t blame them. 
Though you can’t help but feel out of place and awkward standing here in the doorway, all by yourself. 
Is that how your friends always felt when you would leave them just to be with Steve?
With a sigh, you walk further into the house, pushing through the crowds until you make it to the kitchen. You feel relieved to see that it isn’t as crowded as the living room or even the hallway. 
The kitchen counter is littered with various drinks and snacks, greasy junk food that will surely look more appealing to you when you’re drunk. You grab yourself one of the red solo cups. Just as you’re about to pour yourself some punch, you get interrupted by a hand closing in around your wrist. 
“Don’t drink that shit.” 
You look over your shoulder, only to roll your eyes in annoyance when you notice the smirk on his face and the gross look in his eyes. 
“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you mumble as you push your hand off your wrist. 
“Let me make you a real drink, baby.” 
Once again, you have to roll your eyes at him. You place the cup down and turn around to face him, “what and spike it with drugs?” 
He raises his brows, lifting his hand up, he places it on his chest – of course, he wears the shirt unbuttoned, well almost. 
“What do you think of me?” 
“You don’t wanna know,” you murmur under your breath. 
His blue eyes glisten with something, the smirk of amusement never falls. He takes a step closer – at least, he smells good. 
“You look like you can use a drink, let me make you one. It’s better than the shit you were about to drink,” he says as he reaches for the bottle of whiskey behind you, purposely leaning closer until his chest is almost pressed against yours and you can feel his minty breath on your skin. He glances down at your lips. 
“Billy.”
“Yes, sweet thing?” 
You put your hand on his chest and push him away, “you’re not slick, stop trying to get in my pants.”
He chuckles and leans back again, he unscrews the cap of the glass bottle. 
“Tell me,” he reaches for the red up and pours in some of the whiskey, “don’t you want to have a good time?” 
“Uh, I am having a good time,” you lie. 
He chuckles again and places the bottle back on the table before he reaches for another. He gives you a doubtful look, “you don’t look like you’re having fun.” 
“I just got here.”
“And you already look like you wanna get out.”
You clench your jaw and look away, not saying anything. 
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Eddie is not my boyfriend,” you mumble, narrowing your eyes at him. 
Eyes smug and lips curled into a smirk, he shakes his head, “how’d you know who I was talking about?” 
Crossing your arms over your chest, you huff. 
“Is he not here tonight?” He asks as he holds out the cup to you.
You look down at the mixed drink, hesitating before you give in and take it from his hand. 
“No,” you shake your head and lift the cup up to your lips, ignoring the way he looks at you as you take the first sip. The strong and bitter taste trickles down your throat, you can’t help but squint your eyes, “wow, that’s strong,” you say before taking another sip.
Billy groans, “shit, and here I thought I could make him jealous enough to finally confess his feelings for you.”
You swallow the drink just in time before you start choking. 
You have been good at avoiding that topic after your conversation with Nancy. 
“Are you okay?” He chuckles, stepping closer to pat your back gently, “do you need me to make you feel better?” 
“Billy!” You groan as you push his hand off. 
“It’s so hot when you say my name–”
“Leave her alone, Hargrove.”
Steve.
His voice sends shivers down your spine but it also fills you with relief. 
Billy is not a threat, at least not to you. He might get on your last nerve but he is not Ray. Still, you are always annoyed by his presence. 
Billy’s eyes light up like the ones of a kid on christmas morning. His smirk widens and he turns around. 
Eddie may not be here but Steve is. Steve who wants you just as much as Eddie does. Steve who got jealous at every small interaction you had with Billy – Steve who still gets jealous. 
Steve glares at Billy, with his hands on his hips, he waits for the latter to step away from you. 
They look at each other and you are surprised to see Billy so relaxed, the sight of Steve usually makes him angry. Tonight, he seems to be in a different mood though. The scowl is replaced by a smirk. 
He looks back at you before he steps away, “if you wanna have a good time, you know where to find me,” he winks. 
“No thanks,” you scrunch your face up in disgust. 
He chuckles and finally walks away, passing by Steve only to halt beside him. Billy stares him down, another chuckle of amusement falls from his lips. He slaps Steve’s shoulder, “lighten up, Harrington. Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight.” 
Steve shrugs his hand off, he clenches his jaw and glares at the blond. 
Billy shakes his head, “you sure need to blow off some steam,” he smirks, raising his brows, he gestures to you, “she needs it too – although, I’m sure Munson helps her with that,” he whispers with a smug look on his face. 
“Fuck off,” Steve grumbles, though he can’t stop himself from feeling jealous. 
Surprisingly, Billy drops it and walks away. Though, both you and Steve know that this isn’t the last you will see of Billy tonight. 
Steve rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance before he makes his way over to you. 
Still with the drink in your hand, you stand in the same spot as before. Staring at him, unknowingly making him nervous. 
“Hey,” he smiles. 
He takes in the sight of you in your little black dress, your hair is falling softly over your shoulders, the front pieces are secured with glittery clips, your lips are a soft pink, shiny with gloss. Your manicured fingers are wrapped around the red solo cup. 
You look beautiful. He wants to say, but he’s not sure if that’s something you want to hear from him again. 
“Hi,” you smile up at him. 
“Did your friends ditch you?” 
“Yes, actually,” you chuckle, “Chrissy is hanging out with her… new best friend Robin and Heather is with Argyle.” 
“Oh, the new guy with the long hair?” He asks, gesturing to the hair. 
“Yeah!” 
“Ah,” he nods. 
Steve looks better, there are no dark circles under his eyes anymore, though his eyes still hold the same sadness as before. 
You didn’t expect to see him here tonight. Him and Tommy aren’t friends anymore and now that he and Nancy are broken up, he doesn’t have her either. Steve always hated coming to parties alone so that leaves you wondering… 
“Are you here with someone?” You ask, feeling a rush of jealousy at the thought of him being on a date with some other girl.
He shakes his head. Watching the way your features soften and your shoulder slump with relief when he says ‘no’.
“You’re here by yourself?”
“Yeah, I-I didn’t want to come but it’s the last high school party,” he says, shrugging. “I didn’t want to miss it.” I didn’t want to miss you. He reaches for one of the beers on the table, though when he opens the can and takes the first sip, he scrunches his face up in disgust. He hates lukewarm beverages, especially alcoholic ones. 
“You don’t look like you’re having fun.” 
“You don’t either,” he chuckles, eying the bored expression on your face. 
“Well, getting drunk by yourself isn’t fun.”
Steve’s eyes are soft in a way they had never been before, not even when you just started dating, when things were still good, when he was still good to you. And just his eyes alone, the look in them is enough to cause a whirlwind of emotions inside of you. 
You remember your night together. The one back in december. The one that was supposed to be your last night together. The one when you said goodbye – the one that was supposed to be your last goodbye. 
There will never be a goodbye for you and Steve, not really. 
“But… we could spend some time together.” 
The look in his eyes is one of surprise. You may have been kinder to him in the past few weeks, but he still didn’t expect you to want to spend time with him.
“Y-You want to spend time with me?”
A mixture of emotions rush through him. Excitement, happiness but also nervousness. The last time you had spent a night together, it ended with you both crying. 
You look around and he just now notices the sadness in your eyes. 
The last time you went to one of Tina’s parties, he got smashed and he broke your heart. You want to replace those memories with new ones. As though it could ever kill the old ones.
“You don’t have to say yes, there’s plenty of girls who’d want to–”
“I wanna spend time with you.” 
A shy smile appears on your face when your features relax again. 
He smiles back, though he can’t help but wonder where Eddie is. 
“Eddie isn’t here tonight?” 
He watches you closely, the way your lips set into a slight pout and your brows furrow. 
“No.”
Did something happen? He wonders. Where you go, Eddie goes. It’s odd to see you without him after seeing you with him, everywhere. 
“Right so… Uh, what should we do?” 
“What do you mean?”
You give him a smirk, placing the drink back on the counter, you lift your hand up. Steve can’t help but follow your movements with his eyes, only to stare in surprise when you lift your hand and reach for something… in your bra. He just now notices how the locket rests perfectly between your boobs. 
He clears his throat and looks away with a blush on his cheeks. 
“Are we getting drunk or high?” You hold the joint in front of his eyes, giggling when his eyes widen even further. 
He grabs your hand and pulls it down, trying to hide the joint in your hand. 
“Y/n!” He yells in a whisper, looking around to see if anyone saw, but there is no one looking at the two of you, there is no one in the kitchen at all. He turns back, looking down at you with a bewildered look on his face. 
“Or both?” You giggle, “Eddie and I do both sometimes.”
He knows that it’s not only your looks that have changed in the past few months – it’s nothing drastic, it’s only different clothes, different makeup and your hair that you wear differently – maybe your perfume too. Clearly, you have changed too. You will always be a sweet girl, the one that is too kind to the world despite how harshly it treated you in the past, but he wasn’t aware that your opinion on drugs has changed.
He shouldn’t be surprised about the joint in your hand. You do hang out with Eddie, after all. Though, he didn’t expect you to be so open about this. Now, he can’t help but wonder if there are other things that you do with Eddie. 
Steve won’t ask questions that he might regret asking. Instead, he agrees to both and pushes any thought that only leaves him upset, away. He wants to have a good night. He wants to have one good last high school party with you. 
So, he takes the joint from you with the hand that is still holding the beer and with his free hand, he reaches for yours. Interlocking his fingers with yours. He feels his heart skipping a beat when you don’t pull away. 
“Let’s do both.” 
A smile tugs at your lips, you grab your drink from the counter, “let’s go outside.” 
As Steve leads you out of the kitchen, he pulls you even closer to him before you walk into the crowded hallway. Neither of you notice the eyes that have set on you. 
“Would you look at that?” Carol smirks as she turns her head to look at Tommy, who is looking down at his beer in boredom. 
He lifts his head, looking down at Carol, he raises his brows at her. 
She rolls her eyes and nudges her head in your direction. 
“Oh,” he chuckles when he sees the two of you. 
“Let’s make this party more interesting.”
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Chrissy is drunk, not drunk on alcohol, drunk on something else. 
Robin is talking about her favorite bands, the ones she wants to see live at some point. She’s waving her hand around as she talks – rambles. Robin’s cheeks are flushed but Chrissy doesn’t know whether it’s from the heat, the alcohol or something else – she hopes that it’s from something else. 
Chrissy nods along with a smile on her face, admiring the girl in front of her. Loving the way Robin leans closer to her so she doesn’t have to scream over the loud music. She can’t unsee the small differences between them; Robin’s nails are painted black, silver rings adorn her long fingers while Chrissy’s nails are painted a baby pink color, a single golden ring is on her middle finger. Robin’s clothes are dark, Chrissy’s clothes are bright and girly. Their music taste is not the same, though Chrissy is open for changes. She loves how different they are. 
Robin’s hair is short, her curls are messy, her bangs are long and they need to be cut, Chrissy can’t help but raise her hand to brush them away from her eyes so she can see her beautiful eyes. 
Robin’s eyes widen at Chrissy’s action, the already pink blush on her cheeks takes on a red color and the blonde girl in front of her can’t help but giggle to herself when Robin stops all her rambling and starts staring at her instead, in silence. 
Neither of them know how the other actually feels, if they weren’t so scared, they’d see the obvious signs. 
They look into each other’s eyes, both trying to fight the smiles off their faces. Neither of them notice the girl that stopped in front of them with a worried look on her face.
“Hey, lover girls. Have you seen y/n?” 
Both of them tear the gazes away from one another, clearing their throats and looking awkwardly at the brunette. 
“W-What?” Chrissy asks, feeling grateful for the foundation she had put on her face earlier tonight. She can feel her hot cheeks. 
Heather looks around the room, trying to spot you in the crowds but you are nowhere to be seen. 
“I haven’t seen her since we got here.”
Robin straightens her back, a worried look takes over her face as well. She hasn’t even greeted you properly, too focused on the blonde beside her. 
“Oh,” Chrissy mumbles, getting up to look around as well, “do you think Eddie came?”
“No, he takes his campaigns very seriously,” Robin says with wide eyes, “he got mad at me for even asking if he’d come. It’s the cult of Vecna tonight – whatever that means.” 
“I’ve looked for her everywhere but–”
“She’s playing spin the bottle with Carol and the others.” 
All three of them turn around to face the girl that chimed in. Tina. 
“She’s what!?” 
Tina chuckles in amusement, she nudges her chin into the direction of the dining room. 
“Looks like she’s having fun,” is all she says before she walks off again. 
The three girls share a look of confusion before they make their way over to the other room. Trying not to bump into any of the drunken girls who are dancing carelessly.
They all expect to walk in on a very drunk you. Because, usually it takes a lot to convince you to join a game of truth or dare, never have i ever and let alone spin the bottle. You don’t like kissing strangers or risking the possibility to kiss someone you cannot stand. 
Though when they walk into the room and they see you sitting in a circle with a few people you don’t like, they can’t help but halt in their tracks and stare in confusion. 
Tommy, Carol, Billy, Nancy, Jonathan, and a few girls from the cheer squad are sitting in the circle. None of them which you can stand – well, except for Jonathan, maybe. 
And then there is Steve, who sits beside you.
You look… sober. Maybe a little intoxicated but very far from drunk or high. Although, when Robin takes a closer look at you, she notices the redness in your eyes, maybe you are a little high. 
“What the hell,” Chrissy mumbles, looking at all the people in the circle. 
Your lipstick is still intact, you probably haven’t kissed yet. 
Carol is the first to notice the three girls, a smirk appears on her smug face, “oh, why don’t you join us?” 
You turn your head, suddenly feeling flustered when you see your friends. Heather’s face says it all, ‘what the fuck?’ 
“No thanks, Carol.” 
Billy smirks at Heather, “oh come on, Heather. Don’t you want a little kiss?” 
She scrunches her face up in disgust, “no thanks, Hargrove. I’ve had enough of you.” 
Chuckles sound through the room and Tommy claps his hand on Billy’s back, “you got burned.”
Billy chuckles, “not really, I’m gonna kiss someone else tonight,” he smirks, turning to look at you. 
You don’t even know how you let yourself get roped into this. This wasn’t even supposed to be a game of spin the bottle, it was supposed to be truth or dare – though Tommy changed his decision at the last minute and managed to convince all the others as well. You didn’t want to chicken out, so you stayed and luckily, you didn’t have to kiss anyone yet. Neither did Steve. 
For the first time tonight, you feel relieved that Eddie isn’t here.
You glance at Robin and Chrissy who stare at the men in the circle – both sporting looks of disgust. You smile in amusement. They both take a seat on the loveseat, clearly not interested in joining the game. 
“Heather, come on,” Tommy smirks, eying her up and down, “it’s the last time you get to play one of these silly games. After this night, we’re all adults.”
“No thanks,” Heather snorts as she crosses her arms over her chest, “you still need to grow some, Hagan.” 
This time it’s Billy who laughs at him, he leans closer, “burned,” he chuckles. 
Nancy rolls her eyes, “I’m done playing.” 
“Oh but Nancy, the game hasn’t even started yet,” Carol smirks at her, stopping her from getting up by placing her hand on her upper arm. 
Nancy glares at the redhead and pushes her hand off. Jonathan looks tense beside her, he sits there awkwardly, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here. 
How did Carol even convince these two to join?
Tommy and Billy look like they are having the time of their lives. The cheerleaders look… bored. Carol looks smug as always. You and Steve? You are both trying not to burst into giggles. 
When Carol found the two of you in the backyard, you were laying on the grass, passing the joint back and forth and laughing about things that weren’t even funny. She got you at the right time, you and Steve would have said yes to anything in the states you were in. You were looking for amusement and now, well, now you got it. 
Sarah kisses Tommy. Tommy kisses Hailey. Carol looks pissed. 
You guess that the rumors about them are true. They are broken up. But what is new? No one has a messier on and off relationship than these two. 
Hailey, one of the girls from the cheer squad, is the one who always makes up all these rumors that the people love so much. Her bright red hair makes her skin appear even more pale, though they match with the red lips which are now smudged. She spins the bottle and finally it lands on the one who has been waiting to be kissed. 
Billy. 
You are pretty sure that Billy had a taste of the redhead before – there aren’t many girls he hasn’t been with yet. He gets around. 
You scoot a little closer to Steve and glance at him in disgust at the makeout session that is happening in front of your face. Gross. 
Steve can’t help but chuckle at the look on your face. 
“Dude,” Tommy laughs at his friend, “calm down.”
From the corner of your eye, you see Robin and Chrissy leaving. 
When Billy pulls away, he gives Hailey a pat on the cheek. She giggles at him and licks her lips as she sits back in her place. 
“This is gonna appear in my nightmare tonight,” Steve whispers to you. 
You hold your hand in front of your mouth as you laugh at his words. 
When Billy spins the bottle, your night changes for the worse. 
You watch it spin with a pounding heart, for the first time, you watch it nervously. 
Please don’t let it be me, please don’t let it be me, please don’t–
The glass bottle stops spinning and it’s pointing right at you. Oh god. No. 
The music in the other room is still playing just as loud as before, though the laughter from Tommy and Carol somehow sounds louder than Billy Joel’s voice blaring through the speakers. 
You don’t notice the way Steve tenses up beside you or the way his eyes flash with anger and jealousy.
“Fuck yes,” Billy chuckles. 
You only feel the despair in your body and the annoyance that rushes through you when you look at a smug Billy, who looks like he’s won the lottery. His eyes are filled with excitement, his lips that are now red thanks to Hailey’s lipstick curl into a smirk. 
“Come here, y/n.”
Steve clenches his fist and his jaw. The fire inside of him is burning. 
“Yeah, y/n,” Carol tilts her head as she takes in the hesitation on your face, “don’t be such a pussy.” 
Of course these words would come back to you. It’s what you said to her when she refused to kiss Lily, who already left after a few rounds. 
You roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink before you put the cup down. 
Heather, who is still around, gives you an apologetic look. God, you are glad that she doesn’t like him anymore, you would have preferred to be a ‘pussy’ than kiss some guy that your friend likes. 
You meet Billy in the middle. 
He doesn’t even hesitate to cup your cheeks with his hands. He doesn’t lean in, right away. He looks over at Steve for a split second, almost laughing at the look on his face. He turns his attention back on you. 
You really don’t want to do this. You really don’t want to kiss him. You’d honestly prefer to kiss anyone else in this room except for Billy Hargove. Anyone. You feel the eyes on you. You feel Steve’s eyes burning into your skin. You feel Carol’s eyes on you. Heather’s and even Nancy’s. 
Billy smells like cigarettes, whiskey and cologne. 
He smashes his lips against yours and kisses you. You close your eyes to make it less awkward. You begrudgingly kiss him back. He slides his hand down to your waist and pulls you closer until your chest is pressed against his. 
You want to roll your eyes at Tommy’s whistle and at Carol’s giggle but you ignore them. 
Billy kisses you roughly – it’s not as bad as the kiss you have had with Ray but you still can’t shake the fact that you are kissing him. At least, his lips are soft. They taste like strawberry – probably thanks to Hailey and her strawberry lip gloss that she always wears over her red lipstick. 
Billy’s lips move slower now but still just as deep, you feel his breath on your skin, his touch that is surprisingly soft. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he is trying to savor every second of the kiss. 
You make the mistake of letting yourself get lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, it’s not Billy kissing you anymore, it’s another man. 
It’s his lips that you are kissing, his shoulders that you are touching, his ring that is digging into your waist, it’s him, it’s–
Billy. You are kissing Billy. You instantly pull away when the realization sinks back in, you push him away and pull back. 
Billy chuckles, he looks at you through hooded eyes and leans closer, “that made me really fucking hard,” he whispers.
You scrunch your face up in disgust and turn away from him, wanting to escape him quickly. You glance at Steve, who is looking at the ground with an angry and powerless look on his face. Shit. 
“Well, that was one hell of a kiss,” Tommy laughs, not looking at you, not looking at Billy but at Steve, he is looking at Steve and he is smirking. 
“You must feel stupid, huh Harrington?”
“Shut up, Tommy.” 
He pays you no mind, his attention is solely on Steve. And the others are staring at him as well. You can’t help but glance at Nancy, she’s looking at him with an almost pitiful look in her eyes. 
You quickly reach for the bottle, wanting to kill the awkward tension in the room. 
This night can’t get any worse. You think to yourself. 
You spin the bottle as you inwardly curse at yourself for letting Carol convince you to join this stupid game. You didn’t even want to kiss anyone, let alone Billy. You didn’t want to upset Steve. You didn’t want to think about–
“Oh!” Carol laughs loudly, clapping her hands together. 
Hailey snickers next to her, looking at you in amusement. 
“Oh damn,” Tommy snorts. 
Your heart begins to race in your chest but you don’t even know who it’s pointing at yet. You have a feeling who it is. And when you see the apologetic look in both Jonathan’s eyes and Heather’s eyes, you know. 
You blink and take a deep breath before you glance at the bottle. 
The bottle that is pointing right at him. Steve. 
The girls around you are giggling, giving you smug looks. Carol is staring at you expectedly. Bitch. 
Steve is staring at you already, suddenly, every ounce of anger has faded away. His eyes are wide, lips parted as he looks at you. 
This isn’t ideal. This shouldn’t have to happen this way. But, he would be lying if he said that it’s something he doesn’t want. Maybe, this will be the last time. Maybe, this will be the only chance he gets to feel your kiss again. 
“You don’t have to,” he whispers to you, but you are already moving closer to him. 
You won’t walk away now. It’s exactly what they want, they want to see you running away. But you won’t run away, not now, not yet.
You ignore the pounding in your chest, the butterflies that dance in your stomach when you lean closer to him. He looks at you, wide eyed. 
You don’t want it to happen this way but would you deny a kiss with him, right now? No. 
“It’s just a kiss right?” You whisper as you gaze into his hazel eyes. 
How could it ever be just a kiss? 
You are the one to move even closer to him. You are the one to cup his cheeks. 
Steve’s heart is surely about to explode. 
He hates that this has to happen like this – that it’s caused by a game. That this isn’t supposed to mean anything. 
Despite the others in the room, the loud music, the eyes on you. You both fade out everything around you. 
It’s just you and him now. 
You lean in, he leans in. 
And for the first time in a long time, your lips brush against Steve’s and that is enough to set all your insides on fire. Just a simple touch. 
You peck his lips, you only peck his lips and Steve is already in bliss. But then you smash your lips against his and suddenly, he is back in heaven. The light is shining again, the warmth is flooding back in, the sweetness of your lips is enough to mend his heart that he broke himself. 
He doesn’t hesitate for a single second to kiss you back. He cups your cheeks and pulls you as closely as he can. 
Everything around him stops existing. 
All there is, is you and him. 
He feels you, he feels your touch, your lips, your kiss.
He feels your love that is pouring back in. 
He feels you. 
You, you, you. 
Everything falls back into place again. 
Your lips are moving ever so softly with each other. Desperately but still passionately. Your lips still taste like cherry, his still taste minty. 
His heart is racing, yours is too. 
He holds you tightly but gently, he doesn’t want this moment to end, he doesn’t want to stop kissing you, he never wants to stop kissing you again. 
This is right. This is what he is meant to do. This is all he’s ever dreamed of and more. He missed this. He missed you so much. 
But the moment could never last long enough and he crashes back into reality when you pull away in need of air. Your lips part from his, your touch leaves his body and everything that is left behind is the kiss that lingers – the kiss that will linger for the rest of his life if this is the last one he gets from you. 
His lips tingle and he fights the urge to touch them.
He doesn’t want to open his eyes, he doesn’t want to crash back into a world where you aren’t his anymore.
When he does open his eyes and he sees the look on your face, the shock in your eyes, the emotions that are still there, the love. He knows, he still has a chance. 
He can still have you. 
He can still fight for you. 
He can still get you back. 
But, for now, he lets you walk away when you make up some weak excuse and rush out of the room. 
Heather doesn’t even hesitate to follow you out, calling your name and rushing after you. She passes by Argyle who is talking to a group of guys, she gives him an apologetic look. 
You push past Jason Carver, pushing him out of the way. 
“Hey!” He yells, “watch where you’re going!”
“Shut it, blondie,” Heather snaps at him. 
You grab the leather jacket that you have left on the counter earlier and finally leave the house. The fresh air calms you down in an instant, you embrace the silence and feel grateful that there is no one out on the porch, right now. 
No one except for you and Heather. 
She shuts the door behind her, she crosses her arms over her chest when the chilly wind touches her bare arms. 
“Are you okay?”
You lean against the railing and sigh. 
“Yeah. You should go back inside, Heather.”
“No.” 
She refuses to leave you alone when you’re upset. 
“I’m okay.”
“But–”
You turn back around, “I’m okay,” you repeat, trying to smile at her. 
“I promise, I just need a moment to myself after all of… this.” 
“Are you sure?”
The sincere look in her eyes makes you smile, genuinely, this time. 
You nod. 
“But if you need anything, you tell me and I’ll take you home and we can have a girls night with Chrissy. Robin too.”
Your eyes soften. 
“We should actually do that sometime.”
“We should.”
“Now go back inside, I’m sure your boyfriend misses you.”
She looks down and smiles, “alright..”
She turns back around, hesitantly. 
“I can’t believe you used to kiss Billy all the time.” 
Heather turns around to glare at you, “don’t ever mention that again.”
You giggle at the look on her face. 
“I can’t believe that you kissed Billy and Steve in one night,” she smirks, winking at you before she walks back inside, leaving you by yourself. 
“Right..” 
You want to forget about the kiss, the one with Billy at least. 
You reach for the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, walking over to the porch steps, you sit down and light a cigarette. You don’t smoke very often, only when you’re stressed. 
You enjoy the silence, though, it doesn’t last very long. Someone steps out on the porch and you inwardly pray that it isn’t Steve or Billy. 
The footsteps give it away, it’s neither of them. 
You lift your head to look, it’s no friend of yours either. 
It’s Nancy Wheeler standing in front of you – no, sitting down beside you. 
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
For a moment, you both sit in silence. You offer her a cigarette, to your surprise, she takes one and lights it up. 
“So, did you start paying attention?” 
You shake your head with a small smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, sure you don’t,” Nancy chuckles. 
You turn your body towards her, you lean back against the railing and look at her curiously. 
Nancy crosses her legs and smokes the cigarette, giving you a tight lipped smile.
“Still oblivious, I see.”
You’re not fully oblivious. Not anymore. 
“Y-You think that Eddie and I like each other.”
“No.”
You furrow your brows. 
“I don’t think, I know.” She shrugs, “I guess, I just wonder why you and Eddie aren’t dating.” 
You’re a little flustered by her words. 
“Because he is my best friend?” You mumble as you stub out the cigarette and look down.
“Yeah, that’s what you already said, last time and it still doesn’t look like it.” 
You give her a questioning look, you stare at her, and suddenly, she feels flustered. 
“Why do you even care?” 
Nancy hesitates, she looks down at the cigarette between her fingers. Her shoulders are slumped but she is still tense. Nancy pities Steve because she can see how much he is suffering, how much he loves you, how much he still wants you but she can’t deny that you have been in pain for so many months, some of the pain which has been caused by her. The least she can do is help you, help you understand, help you to see. 
“I’m just, I’m sorry.”
She folds her hands in her lap after stubbing out the cigarette. She glances at you, almost shyly and with a hint of guilt in her blue eyes. 
“What?” 
She closes her eyes, she fidgets with her fingers and takes a deep breath before she opens her eyes again. 
“For everything.” 
Oh.
“I’m sorry for taking him away from you. I-I saw the way you two looked at each other back there. I guess, I just now realized what I’ve ruined.”
“It would’ve been someone else if it wasn’t you, Nancy.” 
She furrows her brows, looking at you, almost bewildered. 
“No, I don’t think so. He loves you.” 
“Well, that realization came a little too late.” 
“Did it?” Nancy asks, carefully.
You hesitate before you say ‘yes’. 
She nods. 
“But, why do you always bring Eddie up?” 
“What?” 
“You always talk about.. Eddie,” you frown, “do you want him now?” 
The thought of it angers you. Does she always want what you have? 
“Do you want Eddie now that you realized that Steve isn’t the prince you thought he was?” 
Her eyes widen, “no! No, it’s not that! I-I just, I was jealous of you, not because of Eddie,” she says, shaking her head at the thought of Eddie. “I wanted what you two have.”
“A best friend?” 
“That’s the thing.. I never thought you two were just… friends.” 
You wait for her to continue. 
“I wanted that hand holding in class, that cute bantering in the hallway, someone to lend me a shoulder whenever I need it, I wanted to be free like you were. Showing my love openly – and I found that in Jonathan. We started of as friends b-but that would have never been enough. He taught me about true love, about feeling cared for, and he waited for me. He waited and waited and I hurt him over and over by not breaking up with Steve.. Does that sound familiar?” 
“Oh.”
By the look in your eyes, she knows that you begin to understand a little. Your eyes that soften when you think about him. 
She opens her mouth, but she never gets to say the words she’s been meaning to say all night, because the man you have been talking about steps out. Interrupting your conversation. 
Both you and Nancy turn to look at him. 
He looks taken aback by the sight in front of him. He figured that you weren’t by yourself, he didn’t expect Nancy to be the one out here with you. 
“Uh, can we talk y/n?” He asks, still looking between the two of you with a confused look on his face. 
You and Nancy can’t help but share a look of amusement. 
“Yeah, sure.” 
Nancy pushes herself up with a sigh, she glances at you and gives you a small smile before she walks past Steve and walks back into the house. 
Steve scratches the back of his neck, he stands there, awkwardly for a moment. 
He still hasn’t told you about the break up but, he knows that you know. Everybody knows. 
“Are you okay?” 
“Yeah,” you nod, “are you?”
He walks towards you and you get back up on your feet, looking up at your ex boyfriend. Your ex boyfriend that you just kissed. 
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks. 
You shrug, “you just kissed your ex girlfriend in front of your other ex girlfriend.” 
His mouth set in a hard line before he looked away with a chuckle. 
An amused huff escapes you. You try to walk around him but you trip and stumble, almost falling backwards but his large hands catch you, he wraps them around your waist and pulls you closer. This time you stumble forward, right into his chest. 
He uses the opportunity to wrap his arms around you fully. 
“Let’s not repeat your fall from years ago.” 
You gape at him. 
“Can’t you let it go?!”
His eyes crinkle with amusement. 
“Fuck no, I’m not letting it go. I saved you and you panicked and pushed me down – I still have the scar on my hip from it!” 
You roll your eyes, chuckling. 
“What did you want to talk about?” 
He doesn’t answer your question, instead, he takes your hand and leads you away from the entrance, away from the porch lights, away from the place where people can see you. 
You don’t question him, you follow him, just the way you always did. 
Behind the house, there is no light but the moon shining down on you. And Steve can’t help but want more of what he just had. 
He whispers your name and you know, you know what he wants. 
“Will you forgive me for what I’m about to do?” 
“What–”
He cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you. He needs more of what he just had. 
You gasp against his lips but you so easily melt into the kiss. 
And the moment you kiss him back, he wraps his arms around you and suddenly, his hands are all over you, your back, your waist, the back of your neck. He is pulling you in, closer and closer until there is no space left between the two of you. 
You are kissing him. You are kissing him back. Not because of a game. You are kissing him because you want to kiss him. You want him. 
His heart soars. 
Everything inside of him screams in joy. 
He needs you, he needs you closer and closer. 
He kisses you desperately. 
Your tongues meet and the kiss gets more feverish, more passionate than before. Maybe more passionate than ever. 
You whimper into the kiss and he is sure that it’s enough to make his heart explode. 
You kiss him just as desperately. You are needy, like him. 
Warmth blossoms Steve’s chest. His heart is feeling whole for the first time in a long time. 
You are both breathing heavily in between kisses. He can’t get enough of you. How could he ever get enough of you? How could he ever throw this away? How could he ever push you away? 
His feelings, his emotions seem to get in the way – they seem to get in between the two of you because you can feel it, you can feel what he is thinking about. 
Because you begin to feel it too. The more you open your heart to him, the more you let him in – the more it hurts. You curse at it, you curse at the pain and at the dark stain that he had left on your heart.
You savor the kiss, just like he does. 
He savors it too. Your kiss isn’t a promise. Not even your love is. 
He destroyed too much.
And though you don’t want it, you push him away and ignore the way you already miss him and the feeling of his lips on yours. 
“W-What are you doing?” Your voice is shaky and your eyes are glossy. You look up at him with saddened eyes. 
Steve’s hair is disheveled, his lips are puffy from the kissing.
And he looks defeated because the look on your face tells him that this won’t mean anything. 
“I-I’m sorry.. but I-I just needed to do that, at least one last time.” 
You frown at his words. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he can’t help but think that you look cute. 
“You can’t just kiss me after everything!” You snap at him and push past him, walking away from him. 
“Dolly!” 
“No!” 
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Hii how many chapters will dwoht have?
Hi! i’m not sure yet! so far i’m thinking 20 chapters!
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They should also just have her lay on her front and he kisses her all over her back and massages her then rocks her world 🥵 HOT I’m so into this couple lmao
omg yes 😩 gotta include that somewhere hehe
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I'm just wondering who 'Blondie' is. I'm new to your blog and would love to know what everyone is talking about :)
omg hi!!!
Blondie is reader in dancing with our hands tied! It’s Steve’s nickname for her, which he always used to mock her with. She dyed her hair as a teen but instead of getting the light blonde that she wanted, she got yellow blonde hair, so Steve has been using that nickname for her ever since 😅
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I just woke up, what’s happening in this fandom again?
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"this character wouldn't-" i had sex with him in my mind palace. come back with a warrant.
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Joe Keery on the New Hit List
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this fit is doing things to me
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hey just curious i’m loving dwoht and was wondering if blondie losing her parents is ever gonna be brought up again. like i can imagine that she isn’t fully healed no matter how much of a mask she puts up, will she ever let steve in🥹🥹
hiii! oh yeah, definitely!
she lost family and friends, you never truly heal from that and there will always be some bad days 🥲
she will need some time, but she will let him in! and who knows, maybe he will be the one to give her comfort :)
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STEVE STEVE STEVE
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLrRYAsD/
YESSSSS he’s a cutie pie
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I’m excited for blondie and Steve to just make love and not just have sex 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈
that’s gonna take a while until that happens 🥲🥲
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blondie and steve should have shower sex
i’m extremely sorry for this inappropriate vent but i couldn’t keep it in any longer
oh no this is not inappropriate at all 🤭 they should absolutely do that and they will
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Idk if you’ve ever seen modern family but phill dunphy is sooo Steve coded to me and I feel like phill and Claire are very Steve and blondie
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLrrCTWt/
i have never watched that show but that video is so cute 😭 that’s definitely them omg
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I want the entire chapter! But I’ll take what I can get 😮
here it is hehe
you’re getting the new chapter soon 🤭
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dwoht — chapter ten sneak peek
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who wants a sneak peek of the next chapter? 😌
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andvys · 15 hours
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I have a long weekend ahead of me and have just started reading DWOHT and oh my god, the way it just grabs a hold of my heart and the fact that I want to cry while reading is a testament to how talented you are as a writer!
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you are so sweet😭 thank you so much omg!!! i’m so happy you like this story and my writing so much 🥹🩷
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