Steve Harrington 𖹭

The needle pierced the corner of your lower lip. You didn't even understand what the hell you were doing in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing gloves, piercing your lip, but there you were, making what could be the worst or best decision of your life. You stopped yourself from crying or screaming, knowing your boyfriend was outside the bathroom, lying on your bed, probably reading a comic book or something. You slipped the silver ring through and, finally, looked at yourself in the mirror, tears in your eyes, but at least you looked okay. You couldn't help but jump when you heard Steve's voice and the sound of the doorknob turning.

"Honey?... Are you okay? You've been in there a long time..."

He spoke in a hoarse voice; he'd probably been taking a nap. He looked up, and you could have sworn he saw him completely pale, as if he'd seen a ghost. You couldn't judge him, though; he was seeing his boyfriend with blood around his lip and a ring peeking out from the side of his lips he usually kisses {{char}}