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jessnotfoundd · 10 months ago

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Unholy- Max Verstappen (Praise kink)

5! KINKTOBER! MINORS DNI

Remember this contains sexual descriptions, nudity, and intercourse.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader!

Being a babysitter was one thing, but taking care of the three-time Formula One champion, single father, daughter was another level. Even if it seemed like the little girl would be a little brat who had everything she wanted as soon as she wanted, I could tell Max tried to keep her humble and in the shadows, and of course, he would try his best for Jos, his dad to not interfered.

I was standing in his bedroom doorway since he called me. I could tell he was tired, he spent a whole day dealing with Daisy's tantrums and her bratty responses. Normally she would be like this just with him so she can get what she wants, but today it didn't work and I was there to calm Daisy down and make her breath.

"You did good today," I say, moving my eyes along his back, he was fixing his bed to sleep. "She was a bit irritable today; her teeth are growing, which really makes her mood swing."

"Still, she can't be this bratty" he states. I nod.

"Yeah, I know, but overall, you really did good with dealing with her tantrums" I look at his face now, he's facing me but the distance between us can hide the heat my body is feeling under his gaze.

"You think?" I can feel the uncertainty in his voice.

"Yeah, you almost didn't need me, you did an amazing job" I smile wide, trying to prove my point with the grin.

"Thank you, i feel terrible though, i know I'm not as around as she wants me to be and it kills me" I can tell there's sincerity in his voice and I move closer, without actually thinking about it.

"Don't beat yourself so much, I think you do your best between racing and taking care of Daisy" I say, my voice gentle but firm, reassuring.

He let out a soft scoff and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm barely keeping it together" he sits on the edge of the bed and I sit beside him.

My hand reaches his thigh. "You are actually keeping it together, a mean, a five-year-old and three world championships in a row are impressive" I chuckle softly, and I sense how his shoulders relax at the admiration in my voice.

His gaze is on me, his eyes piercing into mine, looking for a sign of me not being sincere, but he finds none, he smiles, almost shyly.

"Do you how proud I am of you?" I whisper, my hand leaving caresses on his thigh. "Every time I see you with her, every time you make time for her despite your insane schedule, It makes me admire you."

Max's breath grows uneven, from my words and the light touches on his thigh. He moves slightly, to see me and we are almost face to face.

"You work harder than anyone I know" I grow bolder and move my hand a little higher, reaching the hem of his shorts. "You don't give yourself enough credit" I lean my face a bit closer to his now redder one.

"I don't know what to say" he whispers and our lips almost brush. He moves a strand of hair out of my face.

"You are an incredible dad, well, everything about you is incredible" I mutter, my eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips I was almost drooling to prove them.

"I don't know what to say" he groans again and I can sense he wants this as much as I do. "I'm not used to this" he chuckles softly and I smile.

"I can fix that" My hand moves to cup his cheek."If you let me, of course"

He nods a little too quick and the shyness overpowers him, his arousal and the red of his face growing equally.

"Yes.... please" he whispers and my lips are attached to his the moment the plead leaves his mouth. "Let me shower how much do you deserve this" I whisper against his lips once we move to breathe.

Max lets out a soft groan, a mixture of both relief and desire. He wasn't used to all the praising, but either for not being the one in control.

He always had control, he was always the one pushing for more. But right here right now, he was willing to give that power, to let me take over that power and soak him in praises, all those praises he never heard from anyone else.

My lips traced away all over his face, leaving no space for doubt to hit him, his usual composed demeanor slipping away as the soft kisses trailed down his neck, every touch, every whispered word of praise seemed to make him more willing to give the power away.

"You are so good, so pretty" i suck a bit on his neck, leaving a small mark.

He gasps and I smile. "You like that huh?" I feel his hands moving to my hips to sit me on his lap. "Hearing how good of a boy you are" I whisper in his ear and leave a kiss behind it. "You don't even know the number of unholy thoughts I have about you Max" My hips grind almost unconsciously against his.

"I h-have too" he admits, never I thought I would see him so nervous.

"you do?" I grind harder and he groans "A good boy with unholy thoughts, dangerous" I smirk and I feel him shiver.

I stand up to close the door and lock it. Once I'm back in front of him I move my hand to the hem of his t-shirt.

"You're so perfect, so pretty, so good" My fingers brush against his skin as I remove the piece of clothing. "Perfect for me"

"I- i'm not" he whispers, i almost didn't hear it.

"You are, and tonight I'm going to show you how worth it and pretty you are" I move my hand along his jawline and tilt his chin to make his eyes look into mine. "You're going to be a good boy and let me show it to you?" he nods, but I can tell he's struggling to let go of the feeling of needing to be the one in charge. "You don't have to have the power all the time and most importantly, you don't have to be in charge right now" I leave a gentle caress on his cheek.

He opens his mouth, like he is about to say something but closes it.

"Good boy" I whisper to stand up, getting rid of his shorts, I kneel down, leaving kisses on his thighs, his well-worked but not-so-marked body would make me wet with just the sight of it. "Such a good boy Maxie" I kiss all over his big thigh, I stand up again and start undressing, my summer-long dress falling to the floor, and taking my underwear off under his following gaze.

"Fuck" he mutters and i smile confidentially.

I remove his boxers, slowly, wanting to take my time with him.

"Please" he whimpers and I smirk. "I need you" he squirms and I take them off completely.

"Eager are we?" I take the silver pack in my hands and ripped it open to put the condom on his cock and I can feel the way it twitches with my touch.

He gets his back against the headboard and I straddle him again, holding his cock in my entrance, doing a circular motion.

"I'm going to reward you today, for being so good" I let a kiss on his forehead and he smiled.

"Am i a good boy?" he whispers along with a sigh.

"The good boy i always knew you were" i stop teasing him and sit down, his length completely inside. "I want to hear you today max"

"H--how?" he says and holds my hips, i was still, trying to adjust to his big cock.

"I want to hear how you sound. stop biting your lip" I pass my finger to undo the bite. starting to move slowly. "good" I smile and lower my face to kiss him as I start to pick up the pace slightly. "You look so good under me" I whisper against his lips.

"You don't know how much i-" he cuts himself as I pick the pace again. He takes a sharp inhale.

"Tell me, babe, I want to know" My lips brushed his cheek. "I want to know what you're feeling".

"I need you to keep talking to me like that" It's hard for him to say the words in between the moans.

"You need to hear how good you are?" I smirk and he nods.

"Please," he whispered, the word barely audible. "I can’t… fuck, I can’t take it," he groaned.

"Yes, you can" i hold his shoulders while my moves turn a bit harder. "Be a good boy for me and release".

He is trying to hold it back and make the moment last, but I know he knows better.

"You're doing so well" i whisper "You don't have to hold back for me, Max. Just let go, I want to see you come undone under me, make a mess". I say but it's more like an order for him.

A deep groan escaped him, his head tilting back against the headboard, his eyes closing as he tried to keep his composure. But the combination of your words, the touch, and the intimacy of the moment was too much for him to handle. His control was already lost and for once, he wasn't fighting it. He was letting himself be vulnerable under me.

"I can’t" His voice was desperate now, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "I’m-"

"Let go, i want to see you let go for me"

And with one final move, I felt his body tense, his head falling back against the bed as a guttural moan escaped his lips. He came undone completely. His hands gripped me tightly as he released everything he'd been holding in.

My body shudders and i let out a final moan.

He stares at me a few seconds before i see his lips curve into a smile.

"You did so good" i whisper, my hips still, i was tired, my chest resting against his, my head in the crock of his neck.

"I've never let anyone do that" he whispers"

"Get used" i smirk "i'll never get tired of taking care of you"

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after-the-end-times · 3 months ago

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Fellowship of the Babysitters

Rating: T❤️Words: 3.7k❤️Tags: No UpsideDown, Getting together, The older teens are Actual Babysitters, The Party are 10yo's, Gay Steve Harrington, General concern for 80's homophobia, Lots of eye staring and banter, Children unknowingly asking invasive questions For @steddiebingo Squares: Babysitting, Company, Arcade Ao3

“Do you have a job?” Dustin asked, looking up at Steve from the dining table. He’d just finally grown tall enough to not need a booster on the chair anymore and had grown even more precocious because of it.

“Yep!” Steve said, putting Dustin’s lunch down in front on him. He ruffled Dustin’s growing out curls, “I get to hang out with you! Best job I could ever have!”

“Do you have friends?” Dustin said around his mouthful of sandwich. “I have lots of friends!”

Steve chuckled, “Yep, I have friends. You’ve met Robin, remember? Well, she’s my best friend in the whole world!”

Steve went to clean up the kitchen from breakfast and now lunch. He had already eaten his sandwich while Dustin played earlier.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Will’s brother has a girlfriend; they hang out all the time. Mike says they’re really annoying.”

Steve hesitated a moment, but kept a smile on for Dustin. “I used to, but not anymore. And that’s ok! Sometimes people don’t have girlfriends and that’s fine. Everyone’s different-”

“Can I play with Will and them today?” Dustin interrupted, blithely unaware of Steve’s attempted after-school-special speech. “At school, Mike told us he got a new toy we should go over and see.”

“Yeah, I can call and see if we can set something up today.” Steve sighed in mild relief and wiped the counter down, brushing crumbs into the sink. “Maybe we can even swing by and rent a movie? How’s a movie afternoon with popcorn sound?”

“Oh! Can we go to the arcade too? It’s been forever since you took us.”

“Well yeah, that’s because I need another adult with me to watch you all.” Steve chuckled, walking back over to plop down in a seat across from Dustin. “Can’t take all of you there by myself, now can I?”

“Can’t you just ask Will or Mike’s babysitters? They can help watch us!” Dustin clasped his hands under his chin while wiggling in his seat, pleading his case hard. “And we’ll be on our best behavior! Pleeeease!”

Steve laughed at his antics, “Ok, ok. I’ll ask when I call about meeting up. Not promising anything though! Just in case, be prepared for just renting a movie and going to play.”

“Yes!” Dustin pumped his little fist in the air, excited and bouncing in his seat. Steve couldn’t help smiling. He loved when he saw his own mannerisms show up in Dustin and the other kids, it was so cute and made him yearn for a day when he could have kids of his own.

“Oh yeah! There’s a new kid at school that wanted to play with us. Can she come too?”

“Sure, more the merrier. You get her phone number so I can call her parents up?” Dustin looked at him, then shook his head, curls flying.

“Oooook, what’s her last name? We’ll just look them up. Oh wait, they just moved here? Welp, they won’t be in the book yet. Ok, did she mention where she lives? Maybe we can swing by and just ask.”

“Her name’s Max! Annnnnd I think she said she’s in Forest Hills!”

Steve chuckles, “Ok, we’ll swing through, see if there’s a moving truck or boxes out for trash. If we find her great, if not, maybe get a phone number from her at school on Monday.”

20 minutes later, Steve was driving Dustin through Forest Hills looking for any sign that screamed We Just Moved In!

Turning a bend, Dustin started pointing at a girl playing outside, yelling “That’s her! That’s Max! We found her! Go faster!”

Steve drove slowly up to the mobile home where Max was chalking on the cracked pavement. He parked and Dustin flung himself out of the car to rush over to Max while Steve went to the door, leaving them to it.

He knocked a couple fingers against the side of the screen door and stepped aside. After a moment he saw movement from inside the dark screen. “Hi there, I’m Steve Harrington. I’m watching Dustin, he’s Max’s class? He wanted to know if Max can come play with him and a few other kids. I can give you their parents’ phone numbers. We might stop at the arcade for a while or just play at Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler’s for the afternoon.”

The figure inside didn’t respond after Steve finished his speech. Waiting a few more seconds, Steve decided no response was probably a no. “Ok, well thank you for your time. We’ll get out of your hair.”

He headed down the steps, walking back toward Dustin. “Hey, bud. I think we’re gonna have to pick another day to play, ok?

“You didn’t ask her babysitter if she could come though!” Dustin pouted, standing up and putting his tiny fists on his hips.

“I did. They didn’t say she could come with us. And I’m not going to just pluck a kid off someone’s driveway. That’s how we end up in jail. And I can’t take you to the arcade from jail, can I?”

“You didn’t ask, though!” Dustin stomped a foot, Max standing off behind him. “He went home to get lunch for Max!”

Sudden concern for Max rolled through Steve, her babysitter went home? “Ok, and where’s his home?”

Dustin and Max turned to point across the narrow street, the door swung open to reveal Eddie Munson carrying a plate of sandwiches and chips. Eddie saw them and went on Babysitter Alert, walking more briskly their way.

“Hey man, what’re you guys up to over here?” Eddie said, faux pleasantly, the universal tone for trying not to upset the kids while silently asking Steve, who are you and why are you near my kid. Steve could respect that.

He stepped forward, with a little wave. “Eddie! Hey. I’m watching Dustin and we swung by to see if Max wanted to come play with some kids from her class today. We might hit the arcade if I can find another adult to help watch them, but they’ll probably just play at the Wheeler’s house for a few hours. I told all this to the person inside, but I didn’t get a response. You think it’s ok for her to come with us?”

Eddie looked at Steve and Dustin, walking over to Max. Handing her the plate of food, he crouched down to eye level and asked, “How ‘bout it? You wanna go play with these kids? You don’t have to. We can just keep drawing here.”

She looked up at Steve and back to Eddie. “I wanna go. Can you come too?”

“I’ll definitely come with you! The arcade’s fun, lots of games to try out! Maybe we can stop next door and grab a movie, too? How’s that sound?”

A cautious growing smile crossed Max’s face, getting bigger as the afternoon of fun became more real. Suddenly, she started for Steve’s car. “Let’s go!”

Steve put a hand out. “Woah woah, we can stay here til you finish your lunch. Looks like Eddie made you some good stuff there. Dustin, why don’t you start helping picking up the chalks while she eats? Then we can leave once she’s done.”

Max heaved a sigh, but went over and plopped down on the ground with her plate, while Dustin ran back over to pick up the chalk. Steve was happy he was still in his Wanting to Help phase. He dreaded the day he would have to start being stern about cleaning and helping.

Steve glanced at Eddie who’d moved to stand next to him. And who was apparently already looking over at Steve, heat rushed to Steve’s cheeks. It felt like Eddie could see right through him.

“Hey, sorry if I overstepped there,” Steve said. “Didn’t mean to babysit your kid.”

That seemed to snap Eddie out of whatever reverie he was in. “Nah, nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad she’s excited. Not a lot of kids around here her age to play with, so thanks for inviting her. And for stopping to pick her up?”

Steve chuckled, rubbing his neck with a hand. “Ah yeah, Dustin said he invited her to play this weekend, but then didn’t get a phone number or parent name. The only thing he knew was that she lived here somewhere, so we just swung through, hoping to see some signs of moving in. I was hoping to get her parents’ phone number, but I’m not sure whoever’s inside wants to give it out.”

“Yeah no, her mom’s a bit out of it most of the time. But you can have mine? If you want? For setting up play dates, of course.”

Steve sent him a crooked smile. “Of course.”

A pink flush spread over Eddie’s cheeks and he pulled at a curly lock of hair.. “You look really familiar; did we go to Hawkins together? Since you already know my name and all.”

“Oh! Wow, sorry about that! Yeah, I was in the class under you!” He reached a hand over, Eddie clasping it in his warm hand to shake. “I’m Steve. Harrington. Dustin’s babysitter, after school and every other weekend, while his mom works. You watch Max, I take it?”

“Yeah, a bit. Even when her Mom’s around, she isn’t really around, you know? So, I watch over her when I can. Not sure if it’s officially babysitting if I don’t get paid for it, but yeah.”

“Hm, well if you ever do want to get paid for babysitting, some friends and I have, like, a group? Club? Companybusiness, type thing. Whatever want to call it, where we share resources about what families need babysitters and recommend each other to families if we’re busy. Sometimes we arrange play dates to make certain babysitting gigs easier. Most of us have taken some CPR classes at the rec, too. I can teach you some basics if you want? So yeah, if you want to join us, just let me know?” Steve pulled in a breath, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I should really get that spiel down better if I actually want to recruit other babysitters, huh?”

Eddie smiled over at him. “Nah, I got it. So, like, a fellowship of babysitters, huh? You all work together for a common goal? That’s rad.”

Steve barked a laugh, looking over at Dustin who was helping Max eat her chips. “Fellowship, huh? Yeah, I like that. You get that from that cartoon movie? The kids were really into it last summer, watched it until I thought the tape would break.”

Eddie quirked an excited smile over at him, “Well, it was a book first, but yeah the movie’s fun. So, the kids like that kind of stuff then? You must have some pretty cool kids there.”

“Yeah, they’re really great.” Steve said, looking fondly at Dustin. He coughed, trying to cover the sad lilt that had crept in there and spoke toward the kids, avoiding Eddie’s eyes. “Hey bud, if you guys are just about done, we can head out.”

“Yessss! Let’s go!” Dustin popped up, running for Steve’s car. Steve chuckled and opened the car door just before he would’ve bounced off it. He watched him pull the seat belt across his lap before shutting the door.

Steve turned to Eddie. “You wanna follow us? Or I can drive?”

Eddie gave him a long shrewd look, before smiling and walking around the car. “You drive. Come on Max, this side.”

She came around and handed him his plate. He put in on top of the car while he got her in. Once she was seat belted in, he walked the plate back to his house, setting in on the porch and jogging back to the car.

“Alright!” He knocked his knuckles on the roof twice. “Let’s get this show on the road! Next stop- uh, where are we going?”

Steve grins at him over the car. “Gotta meet up with the rest of the fellowship first.”

Eddie threw his head back laughing, dimples on full display, curls spilling down his back. Steve swallowed hard, bewitched, unable to look away.

Eddie stepped back, still grinning and pulled his door open. “Alright big boy, first stop, Rivendell!”

After confabbing at the Wheeler’s, they piled all the kids into the cars and drove over to the arcade, releasing the chattering children to run free with handfuls of coins.

Nancy and Jonathan sat on a bench, getting to spend some time together while also keeping an eye on the kids. Barb sat on a bench next to Nancy and pulled out a book.

Leaving Max to play on a machine with Dustin on one side and Lucas on the other, Steve wandered over to the main counter, Eddie following behind.

“Steven Marie! Why?” Steve went for a hug when Robin came around the counter, but she started swatting at his shoulder. “I told you, this isn’t a daycare. You can’t just bring four, ugh five, toddlers to run around!”

Steve laughed, “And this is why you’re not part of our fellowship of babysitters, Robin. They’re not toddlers, they’ll be in middle school next year! Look at them! Soon they won’t even need a babysitter anymore.”

Steve felt that same old sadness he kept at bay trying to creep in. Hoping no one could tell, he sent Robin a crooked smile, quipping, “Besides, I think we could take them if they started something.”

“Hey, man,” Eddie reached out, setting a warm hand on his shoulder, “Dustin seems to really love you. He might want a babysitter longer than you think.”

Steve looked at him, getting caught in his eyes, Eddie’s thumb sweeping back and forth. “Thanks, man, I appreciate that.”

“Eh hem.”

“Oh!” Steve gestured at Robin. “Eddie, this is Robin, my best friend. Robin, Eddie. He watches Max, the redhead over there.”

Robin leaned against the counter, smirking at Eddie. “So, you got recruited into Steve’s whole babysitting club he’s got going?”

Eddie leaned a hip against the counter, hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes on Steve. “Yep. You know, kids aren’t so bad when they’re as cool as these ones.”

Steve smiled at him, warmed by his words. He didn’t even know this guy, not really, but for some reason he really cared what he thought. Or maybe he just had a weakness for pretty guys with expressive eyes.

Robin groaned, head falling back. “But their hands are always sticky!”

Eddie looked at her then grinned at Steve. “Not a kid person, I take it?”

Robin grimaced, mumbling to herself about icky sticky children, while Steve laughed. “Nope. We became friends scooping ice cream and then I horrifically betrayed her by going into babysitting instead of joining her here.”

Eddie laughed, dimples showing, eyes dark and crinkling. He was beautiful, Steve wanted him.

He felt a pencil poke his arm and looked over at Robin. She opened her eyes wide, telling him to stop gazing at Eddie like that.

He raised an eyebrow back telling her to leave him alone, he was in love and distraught.

Her eyebrows fell flat over her eyes, then do something about it.

He rolled his eyes and huffed a breath, looking away, noticing Eddie watching them like a tennis match.

“That was fun. You guys do that a lot?” Eddie grinned.

“No,” Steve said.

“Yes,” Robin said at the same time. Steve flicked a glare at her, she smiled back innocently.

“Steeeeve!” Robin flinched and Steve turned toward the shrill sound of Dustin calling his name. “It’s my turn! We agreed to take turns and Mike’s hogging the machine!”

Steve knocked his knuckles against the counter. “Welp, duty calls.”

He walked around the bank of arcade games, finding Dustin shoving at Mike who was clamped onto the front of the game. Jonathan and Nancy came over from the other side and together they were all able to calm the situation and get the kids cooperating again.

Steve backed away, turning around and running right into Eddie’s chest with an oof. Eddie grabbed his upper arms, steadying him; Steve’s hands automatically grabbing onto Eddie’s hips. Steve sucked in a breath, blinking wide eyed at him.

“Hi,” Steve breathed out.

“Hi there.” Eddie smiled, hands sliding down his arms, falling away from Steve’s hands. “Wanna sit? Keep an eye on them from over there?”

Steve nodded. “Sure. Lead the way.”

They sat on a bench with a clear view of all the kids. They weren’t touching, but Steve could feel Eddie’s heat along his side as if they were pressed together; Steve wished they were pressed together.

Hereallyneeded to gently suss out if Eddie was even into guys first. “So-”

“You wanna-”

Steve smiled, huffing in amusement. “You go.”

Eddie looked over at him, catching his eye, smiling small and nervous. “You think you might want to hang out sometime? Without the kids, I mean? We could go walk around the mall or something.”

Hope flared within Steve, sending his heart fluttering, heat warming his cheeks. But, he needed to be sure. He knew his face betrayed his nerves, glancing around the arcade, hands gripping the bench, before looking over at Eddie. “Do you, uh, happen to know Dorothy?”

Eddie grinned at him, eyes lighting up. “Oooh yeah, we’re really good friends.”

Steve let out a breath of relief, tensed shoulders relaxing, belly erupting in butterflies. “Yeah? That’s great, really great. Then yes, I definitely want to go to the mall with you.”

“I look forward to it,” Eddie said, eyes crinkling. His eyes were so pretty and dark, bottomless, Steve could live in them forever.

Steve flinched away, startled out of his reverie when something touched his hand.

Looking down, he saw Eddie’s hand resting on the bench and he realized what had happened; joy, and embarrassment at ruining the moment, flushed through him. He looked at Eddie and put his hand back down, hoping Eddie would try again, his belly tightened in anticipation.

Eddie smiled, small and private just for him, and he felt Eddie’s pinkie brush his, slow and on purpose. He felt so brave and daring, even with just his friends in the Arcade. They were still two men sitting in Hawkins, Indiana, touching, practically holding hands for all to see.

Steve kinda loved Eddie for it. He made a promise to himself that he’d wait until at least the third date to tell him.

The kids ran up then, unknowingly interrupting their perfect, amazing, transcendent moment, wanting to go rent a movie and go back to the Wheeler’s.

The kids ran off with Eddie, Jonathan, Barb, and Nancy corralling them toward the door. Steve quickly ducked over to Robin. She was gleefully waving bye to the kids when Steve ran into the counter, slapping his hands down.

“Robin. Call me when you get off tonight. We need to talk,” He said walking backwards toward the door, opening his eyes wide telling her something happened with Eddie!

Her eyes widened in surprise as she whisper yelled, “What?! When?!”

He mimed a phone at his ear, laughing as he ducked out of the door, her outraged shriek cut off by the door closing.

He caught up to the group inside Family Video, the kids running down the animated movie aisle, chattering about which ones they wanted. Eddie looked up at him over the wall of videos, smiling at him, he nodded over at the arguing kids and shook his head in shared amusement.

Dustin ran over, bonking off of him, and held up a movie. “Can we get this one? We got it before and remember no one was scared? Max is picking one too, but she’s taking forever ‘cause she’s never been here before. Are you sure Mike’s mom has popcorn? ‘Cause there’s some over here that says it’s like the popcorn at the movie theater!”

Steve chuckled, plucking the movie out of his hands. “Why don’t you go ask Nancy? She should know if they have popcorn at home, right?”

Steve smiled to himself as Dustin ran off, zigzagging through the aisles toward Nancy. He was always so amazed at how much energy that kid contained.

Eddie and Max walked toward him, Eddie wiggling Max’s video selection to show they were ready. Steve waved at Barb, indicating that they could heard the kids toward him, that they were ready to go after he paid for the movies.

It was always a bit of a production getting the kids back in their cars, but they were all finally on their way back to the Wheeler’s for their promised movie afternoon. Eddie rode with him again, though it felt different than their drive there, Steve so much more aware of Eddie sitting near.

At the Wheeler’s, the kids poured into the living room, grabbing all the blankets they could find and claiming their spots on the couch and floor. Steve popped in Max’s movie first, made sure they were all watching, and joined the adults in the kitchen. Nancy already had a bag on the stove, starting to pop.

Steve leaned against the counter beside Eddie, making sure their arms oh so casually brushed against each other. Eddie smiled over at him, leaning a little more against Steve’s side. Warmth flooded his belly, he was so excited to see where this would go.

“Take these out. And the drinks, here.” Nancy interrupted their smiley staring, shoving bowls of popcorn in their hands. Steve blinked over at Eddie who shrugged back, pulling a small smile from Steve. Eddie took Steve’s popcorn bowl, so he grabbed the pile of cups and pitcher of kool-aid, and they headed into the living room.

The kids were all, surprisingly, still focused on the screen and didn’t even clamor for the snacks, just accepted them quietly, eyes never wavering from the tv.

Eddie grabbed his wrist loosely, gently pulling him over to an open spot on the couch. They fell onto the couch. sitting flush against each other, making it look like an accident.

After watching the movie for a few minutes, Steve leaned in close, whispering in Eddie’s ear, “This is nice.”

Eddie looked over at him, eyes dark and knowing, and whispered back, “Yeah, really nice.”

Grinning, Steve leaned harder against Eddie’s shoulder, turning forward to watch the movie. He looked around the room, realizing this was one of the happiest moments of his life; surrounded by children he loved and sitting flush against someone he could have a future of happiness with. Oh, he couldn’t wait.

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demigodsanswer · 4 months ago

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Little sequel to this, because I wanted to write about how much Annabeth loves her babies.

Annabeth let herself steal one final moment of privacy with her husband. An hour ago, she'd made him pull over into the JFK parking garage, manipulate the mist, and get knee deep in the passenger seat after her flight. Now, they were outside their apartment door, and she could already hear the familiar, lovely chaos coming from inside. But right now, it was just her and him, in the quiet of the hallway, and she wanted to savor it.

They kissed slowly, her back against the outside wall of their unit, Percy's hands on her hips, her arms over his shoulders. It wasn't lazy, but it wasn't frantic or desperate. There wasn't any desperate pulling at clothing or hair tugging, just the comforting and familiar movement of his lips on hers.

On the other side of the wall, she could hear her older girls chasing each other around, and the occasional intervention of their aunt, who, at seventeen was to be idolized in every way. While Stella was a good babysitter, she knew Sally and Paul were in there somewhere too, probably making dinner and keeping an eye on the baby.

"I think we should go inside," Annabeth said, breaking the kiss and running her hands through his hair.

"Okay," Percy said softly, before seducing her into another kiss.

"C'mon Max," she heard Paul say as their front door opened. They barely tried to pull away from each other, but Max forced them apart, bounding into Annabeth and tugging on his leash the moment the door opened.

"Oh!" Paul said, "that's why he was pawing at the door. How was your trip?" He asked her.

Annabeth was sitting on the hallway floor rubbing her dog behind his ears while he licked her face.

"It was good," she said, "yeah are you a good boy? Yes you are! Were you good for Daddy while I was gone?" She asked the dog.

"He was maybe the most well-behaved," Percy said. "Trouble makers, all of your kids."

Annabeth just smiled as Nella's voice started to ring through the hallway, a loud and welcome "Mommy!"

Soon, her almost-three year-old was crashing into her, and Annabeth pulled her into a tight, tight hug, trying to squeeze two weeks of love into her baby girl in a single embrace.

With Percy's help, she did manage to get up off the floor, Nella still in her arms. Nella clung onto her tight; a few weeks before Annabeth left, Nella had a dream that Annabeth died, and all Saturday she'd held onto her mom much like she was doing now.

Nella proved to be a sensitive, easily overwhelmed little kid, much like Annabeth herself had been. But where Annabeth had a single dad who could barely pull his head out of his research to notice she was in tears, Annabeth was absolutely unable to put her daughter down as she desperately clung to her, as if her mother might disappear again any moment.

By the time they got into the threshold, Nella was crying into her shoulder. Annabeth just rubbed her back and tried to sooth her, but the chaos of her homecoming turned the apartment into cacophony. Max was still barking, Sophia was bossing her aunt around, while Sally tried to set plates for dinner and get pots off the stove. Nella pressed her hands over her ears and cried harder.

Annabeth looked at Sophia, who was setting up the couch for Annabeth to feed Olivia (if Nella had inherited all of her sensitivities, Sophia had inherited her bossy, control freak nature), and Olivia was just looking at her, quietly observing the chaos with her big owl eyes. She was, without a doubt, their quietest and most well-behaved child.

With her other two girls sufficiently, if temporarily, occupied, Annabeth slipped back into the hallway to find a moment of calm.

For a few moments, she didn't say anything or shush her. She just rubbed her baby's back, (avoiding her hair as she was incredibly tender headed), and bounced her as if her three year old were still a fussy baby. She felt Nella relax against her, her hands coming off her ears, and her tears slowing down.

"There we go," Annabeth said in a calm tone. Nella lifted her face off her shoulder and Annabeth wiped away her tears with her thumb. Nella had inherited Sally Jackson's wide, deep brown eyes. In fact, with the exception of her dark black hair, she seemed to resemble Sally more and more every day. Annabeth liked to see that their mortal sides also came through, especially Sally Jackson's influence.

"Do we have words right now?" Annabeth asked her.

Unlike Sophia, who learned how to speak at eight months and had not stopped for a waking minute since, Nella often went into long periods of quiet, especially after a big emotional melt down. Paul thought she might be autistic, but Annabeth and her father had been the same as little kids. Although when she told Paul this, he just exchanged a glance with Percy that she didn't understand.

Nella nodded. "I miss you," she said. Annabeth pulled her in for another hug.

"I missed you too," Annabeth promised, giving her another squeeze. "Can we go back inside now so I can say hi to your sisters?"

Nella nodded, apparently out of words.

The apartment was quieter when she came back in. Max had calmed down, and Sophia had been corralled to the coffee table with a handful of colorful lego. Nella scurried to the couch, ready to cuddle up next to her as Annabeth sat down with her big breast feeding pillow.

"Hi Stells," Annabeth said, as her sister-in-law, an unbelievable seventeen years old now, handed Annabeth her baby. She'd missed all of her kids and equal amount, but there was something primal in her that felt the unnatural absence of her infant daughter. Her monkey brain seemed calmed by the small weight back in her arms. She opened her shirt and undid her nursing bra without concern or shame around her in-laws. After three kids, her nipples were a non-event.

Stella tried to ask Annabeth about her trip, but when Sophia sensed conversation, she sat on Annabeth's other side, and started to talk about her two weeks. Not to be out done, Nella found her words, and started to do the same. Usually, when the kids started trying to have two conversations with her at once, she put a careful end to it. But now, she just relaxed back in the couch, comforted by their little voices.

"Come on, ladies, time to get ready for dinner," Percy said, finally, shuffling the older girls away from her and into the kitchen.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" Sally said in a soft tone to give Annabeth a break from loud voices, before she also started crying and covering her ears in the chaos.

"So happy to be home you can't even imagine," she said with a smile, as she switched Olivia to the other boob.

"I bet," Sally said. "Percy did a good job, but they all missed you."

Annabeth smiled. "I know." She had no doubts about Percy's ability to take care of their family without her, but she liked to know her absence was felt. Annabeth looked down at her little baby, big gray eyes staring up at her as she suckled. She had a family who loved her, missed her when she went away even for just a few weeks. She had three little girls who looked like her, acted like her, and who had needs like she had. And they all knew they were loved, and missed, and cared for. She had a dog!

Annabeth felt herself tear up, and Sally reached for a tissue from the box on the side table. "I'm sorry," she squeaked out, "I just really missed them too."

Sally just smiled and gave her a little squeeze.

Percy slipped onto the couch on the other side, and Sally carefully passed her back to her husband.

"You alright?" He asked, his lips pressed to her temple in a gentle kiss.

"Just overwhelmed," she confessed. "And so happy to be home."

Percy tilted her face towards his to give her lips a kiss this time. "We're so happy you're home."

Olivia pulled off the boob, and Percy scooped her up to burp her. Annabeth redid her shirt, before saying: "Where is my Sophia hug?"

It was her oldest's turn to run into her arms. "We got the good Parmesan cheese, the kind Daddy has to grate himself," she told her.

"Oh really?" Annabeth said. "And how many handfuls did you eat?"

Sophia held up five fingers.

Annabeth laughed. "Did you leave any for the rest of us?"

Sophia shook her head, but Annabeth knew it was a lie. Annabeth flipped her daughter upside down and wiggled her until Sophia was cracking up with laughter. When she turned her upright again, Sophia's blonde curls were sticking up in every direction, and she was still laughing hard.

One kid laughing, one snacking, one sobbing. Her and Percy's kids indeed.

Ask me about my good mom Annabeth agenda. You think that sweetheart isn't loving those babies with her whole heart and soul?

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #sally jackson #percababies #future canon

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devieuls · 2 years ago

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ˋ One more time.

Mike Schmidt x Ex gf reader (one shot)

Synopsis : After five months of mysterious disappearance, a young woman returns to the life of her ex-boyfriend. As they both try to piece together the pieces of their past, they will face buried secrets, unresolved questions and the possibility of a future different from what they had imagined. But also a more intimate rapprochement

Warning : SMUT MDNI. Semi-"vanilla"

Lenght : 2.5 K

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You returned to "home" with a sense of trepidation in your soul. The evening had fallen, and the cold winter air penetrated your bones as you approached the entrance to what was once your refuge, but now it seemed to you only an empty and impersonal place. The air was icy, the dark lighting cast disturbing shadows on the walls. You haven’t been back in months, and it just seemed so neglected and gray. As you walked through the door, you could feel the emptiness filling the room. The couple photos with Mike were gone, some small gifts for the house were placed on the third floor, almost hidden. You felt like a stranger in that house where once love and warmth overflowed from every pore. You started to wonder if maybe it was a mistake to come back, show up after you’d been gone for so long, but Abby ended up calling you and asking you to come back. You had hoped to find Mike in the living room, maybe sitting in the chair watching something on TV, but he didn’t. Just pizza boxes and empty drinks. You found yourself with a strangely heavy heart of pain that you had come to know all too well over the years.

"Y/n!" Abby’s voice made you smile slightly and you turned to her to lower yourself to her height and hug her gently, God, if you missed that little girl. "How are you, honey?" Your voice was warm and affectionate as you squeezed her, she started twisting you with information, not even giving you time to ask questions or ask her where Mike was. "Do you hear me?" she asked after a few minutes and you looked at her shaking your head, passing a hand through your hair and laughing awkwardly. "Yes, I listen to you… it’s that-" before you could finish talking she look at you with the look of someone who had already understood too much for her young age. "He’s out. I’m talking, you know he got a new job? But it’s at night, and I have to hang out with that obnoxious Max. Remember? Here, she is. "A little laugh came out of your lips and then you hear footsteps behind you. You noticed a beautiful blonde in a police uniform when you turned around, beautiful blue eyes, a perfect face, and she looked like she came out of one of those model magazines. Then you noticed Mike and a knot formed in your throat. The first thing you thought was that she was his new girlfriend, otherwise why were they smiling until just before? Why that closeness? Why did he seem so relaxed in his presence? The saliva was now bitter and your breath became more irregular, getting up from the ground and taking laborsa that you had dropped to embrace Abby. Mike had a similar reaction, unable to look away from your figure. "Mike, she’s back! Y/n!" Abby began with a sunny voice, while that blonde smiled back at her as if she knew her and was happy for her. Did she think you were some kind of old babysitter? A new friend? Because it seemed like within those months your person had been cut off from that world that once belonged to you as much as they did. "Y/N.." He started, but you passed the gaze from him to the blonde and vice versa. "umh… I'm… Abby, I’ll visit you another day. Excuse me" you whispered, leaving your house key on a bedside table. You passed the beautiful blondie and Mike, being swept away by the icy winter wind that somehow seemed warmer now. Quick steps followed you from behind, and you could tell that it was Mike following you, surely looking for the right words to address you.

"Y/n… Y/n wait!" You pretended not to hear, but it was useless when he grabbed you by the wrist, stopping you on the spot and forcing you to look him right in the eye. Mike’s eyes were heavy, tired, which you also said from his dark eyes and the look on his face. "Let me go Mike…" you muttered quietly, tugging your arm. And that’s when you really realized you weren’t ready to face him again, not after the time you spent in total coldness in the final part of your relationship, not after you ran away from him for some bullshit. "We need to talk" "No. We don’t have to do anything… it was a mistake to come back. Tell Abby I’m sorry, I-I have to go." Mike pulled you even closer to him and looked you in the eye, bending your face to the side. "At least tell me why you left… come back here like nothing happened, look at me like I’m a piece of shit and walk away" "I didn’t look at you like you were a piece of shit." "You did. You looked at me, then Vanessa and-" "Vanessa, huh" you couldn’t help yourself and he looked at you confused. Moments later, he seemed to understand, and you waited for him to set you straight, not deserve it. He owed you nothing, he was allowed to move on with his life. After all he was young, she was beautiful and certainly would not have waited for his ex-girlfriend with anger and depression problems. "Listen. Let me go. I was wrong to come back, you certainly did not expect me to come back and that’s fine. Come back from… Vanessa" Her name looked so dirty coming out of your lips. "Y/n, Vanessa is a friend" "So you said of me" "She really is… Listen, I was out with her for work." "Is that what you say now? 'Work'" your voice was clearly ironic, and that hurt him. "God, Y/n. is really work… In the place where I work some people broke in e-" "You don’t have to explain anything to me, Mike." His look almost seemed sorry. You felt silly. It was you in the wrong, you had run away, you had ruined your relationship, you had been a bitch that night blaming your couple problems on his trauma with the brother. But now you were making that wound, the one they shouldn’t blame. "No. Holy shit Y/n you disappeared for 5 months and now you come back as nothing. You lecture me and make me feel like an asshole again. You don’t tell me where you’ve been, you haven’t even called me in months, let alone answered my calls. What’s your problem?" His gaze hung over yours, burning your irises until you felt cold chills down the back. He was right…

"I was gone." you whispered, looking down. "Gone? Gone where? All those months? Abby was asking me about you," he replied disappointed and incredulous. "I know… I’m sorry" "I was worried about you, I thought you were dead. I even called the police." "I’m sorry, I know" "Abby spent months crying for you. She started hating Max because she didn’t want her to babysit." "I know it" "Stop saying you know, don’t say it. you don’t. If you knew you would have come back. You would have contacted us, you would have called or written." "I’m sorry, okay? I needed a break." The exchange of jokes between you seemed to get colder and more detached, as if you two were accusing each other of who knows what, but never going straight to the point.

You don’t know exactly how they got you to stay with Abby while Mike was working. You knew you were in the kitchen cooking mac and cheese for dinner like the five months before never happened. Abby would tell you about Mike, and then Vanessa, her imaginary friends, and her school. You took care of her all night, and you deluded yourself that you were back where you were waiting for Mike at home and then you were all sleeping together. But you knew it was just an illusion. You read some stories to Abby and she quickly fell asleep. You allowed yourself a few minutes to wander around the house, noticing the slight change. You went into your room, no, not anymore. You walked into Mike’s room and you noticed the slight clutter, the piles of clothes, the messy desk, the practically half-empty closet, the bedding, and the smell of closed. You noticed the poster on the ceiling was gone. God knows how long you tried to get him to come back, and you recklessly blamed that Vanessa for that change. You went back to the living room and fell asleep in front of the television, too tired to visit other rooms or tidy up. At 6:45 in the morning, Mike came home, and he woke you up because of the door he accidentally slammed. You wrinkled your eyes and yawned before you got off the couch. You noticed the boy in front of you, he was visibly tired and had a bandage on his arm. Before you could even mention the wound, Vanessa came into the house and returned him a black gilet. You sighed and made to leave right after Vanessa. Mike stopped you and looked at you.

"Abby is still sleeping, I should go" whispered with kneaded voice from sleep "You can stay… please, stay. Abby would be happy to have you for breakfast" his voice was as sweet as it used to be. He was always sweet, he wasn’t the kind of guy with an aggressive or sour tone, he wasn’t you. "No, I should leave now… really." You turned to leave and your hands touched. You missed a breath, you turned slightly and bit your lip slightly. You sought within yourself the strength to leave, but its smell was now pressing against your nostrils. His free hand went to rest on the side of your neck, making you approach him. Your noses grazed, your breaths harmonized for the same speed and depth in which they took breath of air. You looked at her lips and wanted to try them again. "I have to go…Mike" you whispered, trying to put a brake on everything before you crashed into the same loop again. "Yes… you must go" he said quietly, not letting you go. You sighed and after a few seconds, your lips were within inches of each other, but you were still trying to resist desperately. You couldn’t, you didn’t have to kiss again, you didn’t have to go back to the cycle. Not after you put a stitch.

Mike now held your face with both hands, caressing your soft skin lightly and gently, longingly, just as he did long ago. Your eyes became more and more intense, with eyes drowning in each other. After a brief moment of hesitation, the resistance gave way and your faces slowly approached. Your lips brushed lightly at first, but soon the kiss turned into an overwhelming passion. His hands began to explore the contours of your body, as the clothes were removed with a growing desire. The kiss was consuming the lips of both of them, as the room warmed more and more as the clothes were taken off, your breaths that now seemed uneven because of the heat that had kidnapped both. Mike didn’t hesitate to take you by the thighs and get up to lean on the table, his lips went down your neck with speed and desire. His nimble hands had already left you half-naked, he took off your panties quickly, slipping two fingers into your already soaked intimacy. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth to leave a groan that he was about to choke with his free hand. "Abby will wake up soon, don’t let us hear" he mumbled, as he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. You whined silently, looking at the ceiling as you begged for restraint and that sweet little girl to stay and sleep in her warm crib. You didn’t notice right away when Mike came inside you with his hard erection, you were busy looking at the ceiling and holding back the desperate moans. Your lips met again as the pressures intensified and became increasingly bumpy, rough, almost animal. His fingers ended up digging into your hips, holding you to him as he took back what was his. He broke away from the kiss, not giving you time to realize the situation, starting to mark your body. You sighed heavily, your hips against him as much as you could. You bit your lip as you whimpered for more, and he fulfilled that little silent wish, making it deeper and a little slower, as if to make you feel every inch of him rubbing against your walls. You could feel the vein of his muscle pulsating inside you as the strokes became so damn satisfying, albeit exasperating. Your eyes rolled backwards, feeling closer and closer to orgasm. You were sure you were coming, your hands were tight around her bicep panting in a low voice, trembling slightly for pleasure. He grunted in a low voice, enjoying as much as you for that newfound intimacy, you could hear how he hit your weakest point as if he had never stopped cheating in those 5 months of absence, remembering where you liked and how you liked.

"Mike… Mike, is breakfast ready?" Abby’s sleepy voice was heard above the stairs. You cursed yourself for not praying more intensely for his sleep. Mike came out of you, putting his sore erection back into his sweatpants and black boxers. I recovered your pants and panties and passed them to you, hoping to block Abby before she got into the kitchen. You put your clothes on with an unheard of speed, slightly puffing for the missed orgasm. You felt discomfort between your legs, you knew you were close and your body made you weigh it now. Your swollen clitoris palpated between your legs. You rubbed his thighs, hoping to ease the pain, and you sat in the chair, pretending a few seconds before you weren’t getting fucked on the dining table. "Not yet… emh… now I’m going to make it, go brush your teeth" Mike replied to his sister, gently pushing her down the stairs, sending her to the bathroom to brush her teeth. He turned to you with a sorry expression. "Don’t worry" you calmed him down, as he couldn’t help but notice his erection in his pants, and feel slightly mouth-watering. " We’re in this together, right?" "Definitely," he replied, putting his hand through his hair, then going into the kitchen, trying to calm down.

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Notes:

Not exactly my thing, but something to start with. I didn’t want to start with a too heavy smut but I definitely will in the next one shot of the other characters.

-Mel

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 years ago

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Eddie had lost a lot of blood. He blinked rapidly at the man carrying him out of hell. This was straight out of a romance novel. Steve even looked like a goddamn prince. It wasn't fair. Wait. . .does this mean that Eddie's a princess?

"I'm not a princess," Eddie slurred.

"Okay," Steve said, looking at him strangely.

"If I'm alive because of you, ser Stevie, I'll tattoo your name on my chest," Eddie said, and then he promptly passed out.

He made good on his promise after he healed up. He tattooed Steve’s name right above his nipple. Of course, he neglected to tell anyone about it, and he didn't think about it when he spilled soda on his shirt while he was hanging out with Steve at his house.

"Oh fuck!"

"Hey, it's alright. Pop it off, I'll put it in the wash and you can wear one of my shirts," Steve said.

"Not a polo!" Eddie said as he whipped off his shirt, and he handed it to him. "What?"

Steve stared at Eddie's chest, his mouth open in a perfectly plump oval shape.

"You have my name tattooed on your chest," Steve pointed out, his cheeks red.

"Oh, yeah, that," Eddie said and winced when Steve reached a hand out.

He was surprised when Steve gently cupped his tit, brushing a thumb over the tattoo. His thumb was also brushing over his nipple, causing Eddie to suck in a breath. Eddie bit his lip, smiling at the touched look on Steve’s face. His perfect lips stretched into a smile. It wasn't Steve. Above the his nipple was the name Stevie.

"Why does it have a heart, Eddie?" Steve said, looking at him with a soft look.

"Because I - I - ," Eddie stuttered.

Steve was no longer rubbing the tattoo with his thumb. He was now pressing his thumb directly into his nipple now, putting pressure on it the longer Eddie didn't talk.

"Fuck! It's because I heart you, Steve," Eddie said, his face flushed.

"Now, was that so hard?" Steve asked, and Eddie cursed at him as Steve laughed. "I heart you too, Eddie."

Steve cupped the back of his neck and kissed him. Eddie kissed him back eagerly, and just as he did that, Steve broke the kiss.

"You know what this means, don't you?" Steve asked.

"That we're boyfriends?" Eddie asked.

"Well, yes, but this means that I need to get a tattoo now, too," Steve said.

Steve was true to his word and let Eddie watch as they tattooed his name on his chest. When they got back to Steve’s house, Eddie asked his burning question.

"So. . .why a crown above the I?" Eddie asked.

"Because. . .you're my princess," Steve said with an amused smirk.

"I was suffering from blood loss, Steven!" Eddie exclaimed. "I am NOT a princess!"

"You're certainly acting like one," Steve said. "A very pouty princess."

Eddie straddled his waist and pushed his shoulders back.

"Am I going to have to punish you, big boy?" Eddie asked.

"Oh yeah. . .princess," Steve laughed, and Eddie growled.

A few weeks later, they announced their relationship to the group at a pool party Steve threw. They walked around without their shirts, hoping someone would notice. Of course, it was Dustin who noticed first.

"Hey, did you guys get girlfriends with the same names as each other?" Dustin asked with a grin. "That's hilarious."

"Oh my God. How can you be so smart and so dumb at the same time?" Max asked.

"You know, getting your girlfriend's name tattooed on your chest is pretty permanent. You must be serious," Dustin said.

"Someone, please hit this idiot," Erica said. "Shake his marbles lose. Do something."

"Yeah, It's about as permanent as the bat bites I share with my girl," Eddie said, throwing his arm around Steve’s shoulder and leaning his head against Steve’s.

"Wow, your girlfriend was bitten by bats?" Dustin asked.

"Dustin!" Mike yelled. "Our dungeon master is fucking our babysitter!"

"Yes! I know that, Michael! I wasn't sure if they wanted us to know or not," Dustin snapped. "I was giving them an opportunity to say it themselves."

"I'm pretty sure they were saying it with their tits!" Mike yelled.

"Don't talk about their tits!"

Meanwhile, Steve and Eddie had relaxed into a couple of lawn chairs.

"Should we let them go on, or should we stop them?" Eddie asked.

"Well, I figured if we let them go, they'll tire themselves out, then we don't have to fight them later when we're getting them to go to sleep," Steve said.

"Sounds like a plan," Eddie laughed and clinked his beer with Steve’s. "We're great 'dads'."

They laughed as they watched their 'kids' bicker.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fan fiction #a little bit of a crack fic

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sweeter-innocence-fics · 4 months ago

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Sequels Week Day 6: Let Me Dream, Let Me Stay

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader, one-sided Billy Hargrove x reader, side Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Work Summary: Sequel to She Has No Idea (That I’m Even Here). One year later, you're back at camp.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2310

Read on AO3.

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Taglist: @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

this is quite Billy-centric, sorry. also probably a bit more rushed than previous fics so I apologise for that also. warnings for underage drinking and drugs and sex mentions

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Billy wasn’t used to being early. He had awoken this morning before his alarm, and since he’d been unable to get back to sleep, showered and dressed reluctantly. Once he was ready, he didn’t think there was much point in sticking around.

It was still early when he made it to Neil and Susan’s. Back when he still lived with them, Max had always been the one badgering him to leave for camp, but this morning it was the other way around.

Max was still asleep when he got there, much to his chagrin. He had been hoping that she could get straight into his car without him having to see his dad and stepmom. Alas, that was too much to hope for, so he was forced to have a very awkward breakfast with Neil and Susan while Max got ready.

“So,” said Susan, taking a sip of her coffee. It had been months since he’d seen either of them, and he’d wanted it to stay that way. “Are you seeing anyone, Billy?”

He blanched at the question. He’d slept with plenty of girls but none that he would introduce to Neil and Susan. There was only one girl that he really wanted to be ‘seeing’ and that simply wasn’t happening.

“Not currently. I’m focusing on work at the moment, so I don’t really have time,” he said stiffly. He didn’t meet his father’s eyes. Neil always seemed to know when he was lying.

Thankfully, he was saved from any further awkwardness by Max coming down the stairs. She made to sit down at the breakfast table but Billy stood up and ushered her away.

“We’ve gotta go.”

“What?” She glared at him. “It’s still early.”

“We need to leave now if we want to beat traffic.” He would’ve had some choice words for her had they been alone, but he didn’t dare chew her out in front of his father. Neil would take Max’s side in any fight.

“… Fine.” She shoved her bag into his hands and snagged a piece of toast. “I’ll just eat this on the way.”

Billy clenched his jaw. He hated when Max ate in his car. She always got crumbs everywhere. But that was the lesser of two evils right now.

He put Max’s bag in the trunk for her while she said goodbye to their parents. He’d just closed the trunk when a hand landed on his shoulder. He tensed instinctively and Neil squeezed his shoulder harder than was necessary.

“Look me in the eyes, boy,” he said, and Billy reluctantly turned his head. “That’s better.” Neil’s expression was cold. “Take care of your sister.” Somehow, his father managed to make that sound like a threat.

“I will. I always do.”

“Good.” He patted him sharply. “Better get going if you wanna beat traffic.”

“Yes, sir.”

The drive was mostly quiet. Max hated Billy’s music, so she put her headphones on and stared out of the window. For the most part, Billy was content to let her, but as they got closer and closer to camp, something was gnawing at him.

Eventually, he shut off the radio and poked Max in the shoulder.

She removed her headphones to glare at him. “What?”

He cleared his throat. “You seen Harrington lately?” Steve Harrington always seemed to be playing babysitter with Max and her pack of bratty little friends. Billy didn’t know how he could stand it.

She looked at him shrewdly. “They’re still dating, if that’s what you’re angling at.”

“I’m not angling at anything,” he sputtered, “why would I care who Harrington is dating?”

Max rolled her eyes. “You’re not slick, Billy,” she said, and then she put her headphones back on. If he hadn’t been driving, he might’ve punched her.

Strictly speaking, campers weren’t supposed to be arriving until tomorrow, but there were a handful of kids – Max, El, Will, Mike – who had older siblings or parents working as counsellors or staff, who were allowed to come a day early as long as they didn’t get in anyone’s way.

El mentioned something about a new camp counsellor, which all of the kids seemed to be excited about. That was strange. The four of them disappeared into the girls’ cabin before Billy had a chance to ask questions.

Provisional rotas had been sent out weeks ago and he hadn’t noticed anyone new on it. He was still wondering about this when Steve Harrington’s BMW pulled into the parking lot.

A frown flitted across Billy’s face as Harrington got out of the car and jumped over the bonnet to open the passenger door for you. It was already half open when he made it to you, but that didn’t deter him. You stepped out of the car and gave him a peck over the open door. It made Billy want to gag.

“Little help here?” called Buckley from the backseat. Her door was open but she seemed to be wrestling with some luggage. In fact, the rest of the backseat seemed to be full of luggage. That was strange too. Harrington helped Buckley with the suitcase she was struggling with, while you went around and popped the trunk.

It immediately became clear why you’d been storing the suitcases in the backseat rather than the trunk. Most of the trunk had been taken up by a dog bed, and a large golden labrador leapt out as soon as the trunk was opened.

“Roxie!” you called. The dog paid you no heed. It was running in a wide circle around the parking lot, barking excitably. After a few laps, it ran over to Hopper and jumped up on him. He petted its head and gave you a stern look.

“I thought you said you could keep her under control.”

“I can!” You hurried over and took Roxie by her collar, leading her away from Hopper. “She’s not normally this energetic. It’s been a long drive, she just needs to stretch her legs.”

So this was the newest ��camp counsellor’.

Hopper probably wouldn’t have allowed anyone else to bring their dog to camp, but he was soft on you. Not that he was wrong to be. You were, after all, the camp hero.

In the year since you had rescued Billy from drowning in the river, the story had ballooned into something more ridiculous and heroic with every telling. You had always seemed embarrassed when anyone brought it up, which unfortunately was very cute.

Speaking of which, you were looking very cute right now. You were wearing shorter shorts than he’d ever seen you in. Maybe that was Harrington’s influence. You certainly seemed more relaxed than you had last year. Confident, too. It was a good look on you.

You led Roxie away from the parking lot so that she could run around on the grass. Billy watched you the whole time. You hadn’t noticed him yet. From beside him, he heard someone clearing their throat.

He turned to find Steve Harrington standing there, one suitcase in each hand and a backpack over his shoulder. He was watching Billy as Billy watched you. Billy didn’t move, wondering what exactly Steve was going to do.

“Hargrove,” he said stiffly.

“Harrington.”

“We gonna have a problem?”

Billy cracked a smile. “Only problem I see here is you.”

“… Right.” Harrington hitched his backpack higher up on his shoulder. Evidently he was done with this conversation because he lifted up the suitcases again and started heading towards the cabins.

It was supposed to be lights out, but as long as you didn’t make too much noise, Hopper and the rest of the staff wouldn’t bother you. After all, it was the last opportunity you all had to hang out before the campers arrived.

You and the rest of the counsellors had all packed yourselves into an unoccupied. It had a reputation for being the ‘party cabin’, due to the fact that it was too dilapidated to be used by campers and was on the far side of camp from the staff cabins. You had it on good authority that it was also used for the occasional illicit tryst.

You were leaning out of the window, sharing a joint with Eddie. It had been a long, mostly dull day of meetings and setting up the camp in preparation for the campers arriving. The kids could be hard work, but at least it was never boring when they were around.

Speaking of which,

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Billy’s voice rang out through the cabin, and you turned to see that the door was open. Standing in the doorway was Max. Behind her, on the cabin’s porch, were El, Will and Mike. You stubbed out your joint with such ferocity that it made Eddie wince, and then slipped it into your pocket.

“We were bored,” said Max, “we wanted to come see what you guys were up to.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve hide his can of beer behind his back. Nancy and Robin, who were sitting side by side on the one bed that still remained in this cabin, shuffled away from each other.

“You’re supposed to be in bed. Scram,” Billy barked at them. Most of the group hadn’t been thrilled by Billy’s inclusion in the party, but all of the other counsellors were here, so it was hard to stop him from coming. Steve in particular hadn’t been pleased when he’d shown up.

You couldn’t blame him. Steve had every reason to hate Billy. But you were trying to give Billy a second chance. At the very least, you weren’t going to actively antagonise him by telling him to fuck off.

“Does Hopper know you have beers in here?” asked El. Shit.

“Aren’t you underage?” asked Max, looking at Chrissy, who had just tried and failed to surreptitiously slide her plastic cup of vodka lemonade into her hoody pocket, spilling some on herself.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough,” said Nancy, getting to her feet. Mike looked like he was about to argue, but she held up a hand to stop him. “You can stay.”

“What?” said Billy and Steve simultaneously.

“For twenty minutes only. No touching the booze. And if any of you tell Hop, you’re dead.”

The kids were eager to accept this compromise. The counsellors were less eager, but accepted it with a grumble. You couldn’t bring yourself to continue smoking in front of the kids, so you covertly handed your massacred joint back to Eddie and walked over to where Steve was standing instead.

Roxie was lounging happily at his feet, but she stood up when you approached and nudged your leg with her nose. You petted her absentmindedly.

She was a good girl. Although she was yours – you had adopted her six months ago – she probably spent more time at Steve’s house than she did at your house, mostly because you were always at Steve’s.

Most nights, it wasn’t a hard choice. It was between your family home and Steve’s enormous, deserted mansion that had a pool. You had met his parents twice in the year you’d been dating although you spent most nights at the house where they supposedly lived.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked, looking down at you with a fond smile.

“Honestly, I’m fucking exhausted.” You had been on your feet for much of the day, and the weed wasn’t helping with the sleepiness.

“I figured. You wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please.”

Any hope you’d had off sneaking off alone was dashed by the fact that you had to take Roxie with you. There was a chorus of complaints as you stepped out onto the porch of the cabin and Roxie followed you, followed by Nancy loudly shushing people, for fear of drawing the attention of the adults.

Max, you noticed, wasn’t directly her wistful looks at Roxie. She was looking at Steve instead. You figured she had a crush on him. A lot of the girls did. You couldn’t blame them. He was gorgeous and a total sweetheart.

And he was all yours.

Robin was leaning on the porch railing, holding a plastic cup of some kind of ungodly mixed drink.

“You wanna leave her here?” she asked, nodding at Roxie. “Me and Nance can bring her back later.”

“You sure?” Steve asked.

“I’m sure. I love this stupid mutt,” she said. “Come here Roxie!” Roxie leapt at her with excitement. Robin crouched and petted her head aggressively.

“She does seem to be having a good time,” you said. “I’d hate to tear her away from all the fun.” In truth, Roxie was a lot more social than you were.

“She’s in good hands,” said Robin.

“Alright. Stay with Robin, okay Rox?”

Roxie let out an affirmative bark, and Robin quickly shushed her.

As soon as you were away from the party cabin, you turned to Steve.

“You wanna come sleep in my cabin tonight? The girls won’t mind as long as we don’t get, ya know, frisky.”

He chuckled softly. “Frisky?”

“You know what I mean.”

“And what if I want to get frisky?”

You giggled, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks. “…Steve.”

“Maybe we can… take the scenic route?” His hand slid down your arm and he laced his fingers with yours.

“I’d like that.”

Billy watched as the two of you snuck off to the woods together. He could taste stomach acid. He was far too sober for this.

By the time you and Steve got back to your cabin, Robin, Nancy and Chrissy were all already in bed. Robin’s bed was unoccupied as she had snuck into Nancy’s.

Your mind was hazy with booze and drugs and sex. You lay there in your too-small bed, with Steve’s arms around you, wondering how you had ever got so lucky.

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Notes:

Stay tuned tomorrow for the start of a new series, which is a sequel to an old series. It's a surprise <3

#sequels week 2025 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

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With A Little Help From My Friends ⋆⁺₊❅.

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Formula 1 college hockey team social media AU! Instagram Edition

The tight-knit college hockey team, the Silver Blades, run by team captain Max Verstappen, isn't just about scoring goals—it's a chosen family. On and off the ice, the team has each other's backs, whether that's through college assignments, throwing awesome parties, or winning the championship together. Follow these overworked, tired, college students as they post through their day-to-day life.

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Request: Steve & El being siblings in front of Hopper. Steve and his younger sisters as he refers to them (El, Max & Erica) being ridiculous together. Max teaching them how to skateboard. Steve teaching El how to take care of her hair & they do martial arts classes together. Erica & Steve being space & rock nerds together. Just Steve & his lil sister's confusing the hell out of their respective parents by referring to Steve as their older brother, once the Sinclair parents, Hop & Susan Hargrove realize who their daughters are referring too its hard for them to not find it both hilarious & charming that Steve is the one their girls go too for comfort.

MY LOVE!!! I didn't quite get ALL of that request in here, but I got the FEELING of it all I think. I love that Steve probably acts like he's just being a good babysitter but these three are ready to kill someone for him in a heartbeat. Erica genuinely loves him more than Lucas, that's what I feel in my heart. Enjoy some cute big brother Steve moments! - Mickala ❤️

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“Okay, what are the rules?” Steve asked the car full of girls.

He didn’t have to look behind him to know that Erica was rolling her eyes.

“My only rule is to not break any more bones,” Max said from the passenger seat.

“That’s not entirely-”

“We have to wear our helmets and pads the whole time,” El said from directly behind him.

“Thank you, El. And?” He put the car in park, staring out at the empty skate park in front of them.

“And stay where you can see us at all times. Check in every ten minutes,” Erica sighed.

“Alright, have fun, don’t hurt yourselves, don’t talk to strangers!” Steve exclaimed.

They all got out of the car and grabbed their boards and protective gear from the trunk, taking a few moments to get ready.

Max was giving them some basic tips for getting started, how to balance when standing still and when moving, and how to take it slow.

Steve set a towel out on the hood of his car and sat on it, watching them all make their way to the flat area for beginners.

He smiled to himself as he watched Max adjust them on their boards, making sure their stance was going to keep them balanced.

As tough as Max was on the surface, she was a soft marshmallow on the inside, especially when it came to El and Erica. Steve loved to watch her share her passions, to show true happiness when so much of her life had been just getting by.

“Steve! I’m doing it!” Erica’s voice rang out.

“I see! Lookin’ great!” he yelled back.

He heard a car pull into the parking lot, but didn’t turn to see who it was. It was most likely a parent with their kid or maybe a couple teenagers with nothing better to do.

He didn’t expect Max’s mom to sit next to him on the hood of his car.

“She said she was coming here with her big brother and I was a little worried that her medications needed to be adjusted again. I’m certainly glad that it’s you,” Susan said.

“Oh,” Steve smiled. “Yeah. She wanted to show El and Erica how to get going. It seems to be going well already.”

He felt Susan’s eyes on him as he kept watching the progress the girls were making.

“You work at Family Video still right?” she asked out of nowhere.

“Oh, yes ma’am. Today’s my day off.”

He finally turned to see her nodding, taking in her nurse’s uniform and the dark circles under her eyes.

“They’re lucky to have you, Steve.”

“I dunno about-”

“They are. Thank you,” she said sincerely before smiling at him and standing up. “Tell Maxine I’ll be pulling another double. She’s welcome to stay with El again.”

“Sure thing.”

He watched as Susan got in her car and left, frowning slightly at the fact that Max would be alone again. Well, not alone. Not if she stayed with El.

He knew Susan didn’t have a choice, had to pay the bills somehow and couldn’t just not work. But it hurt him to know Max’s life was so similar to his in that his parents were never around either.

At least she had good friends.

And she had him.

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Steve was half asleep when the doorbell rang.

It was late, much too late for anyone who would ring the doorbell to be there.

He yawned as he made his way to the door, hoping it would be quick.

“El?”

El was standing on his porch, small cosmetic bag in her hands.

“Steve, I need help.”

“Come in,” he gestured for her to come in, checking behind her for something or someone to be following her.

Of all of them, El was the most likely to be able to defend herself, so he wasn’t sure why she was seeking his help.

He turned to see her sitting on the couch, already taking things out of her bag.

A hairbrush, some rubber bands, a headband, and a ribbon.

“What exactly do you need help with?” Steve asked as he sat down next to her on the couch.

“I need to know how to braid my hair. Max usually does it for me, sometimes Will, but I do not know how to do it myself.”

“And you thought that I could help with that? Why not ask Max to show you?”

“Because she is not a very good teacher when it comes to these things. She just knows how to do it but does not know how to show me. So can you?”

Steve couldn’t possibly say no to her big eyes looking at him like that. She wasn’t even doing it the way the other kids did when they just wanted to bribe him into saying yes. This was just El.

“Yeah. But a comb would be much better for parting your hair. Let me go get one,” he said, trying to shake off any exhaustion he was feeling before.

It was a long process.

El was incredibly smart, but sometimes the simplest thing to someone else would be extremely difficult for her, and her frustration would make it even harder.

But Steve had patience, especially when it came to El.

“Close! You just want to try to do it a little tighter so it doesn’t fall out while you put the band at the bottom,” he smiled at her encouragingly. “Feel how I’m tugging just a little bit tighter while braiding over here?” El nodded. “Try to do that on that side.”

El started over, and Steve could tell this time would be the time she got it right.

“There you go! It’s perfect!” he jumped up and took her hands in his, pulling her off the couch so they could jump up and down in excitement.

“I did it!” she laughed.

“Next lesson: french braiding,” Steve said when they both calmed down.

“The braiding is in a different language?” El asked, confused.

“No, honey, it’s just a different style. It’s a bit harder, but if you practice regular braids more, you’ll be able to do it no problem.”

“Oh, okay!” El beamed at him. “I should go home now.”

He glanced at the clock and frowned.

“It’s close to midnight. Does Hop know you’re here?”

El shook her head.

“He’s working. Joyce said it was okay though. I told her I was seeing my big brother and she did not mind,” El said casually, like the words wouldn’t completely shake Steve at his foundation.

“I’ll drive you home. Don’t want you taking your bike this late,” Steve sighed.

“You look tired.”

Steve startled, but relaxed quickly. Of course, El would notice that.

“I just haven’t slept well lately.”

“Is it because Robin and Eddie are gone?”

“Maybe,” Steve squinted at her. “I’ll take you home and then try to get some sleep before my shift tomorrow.”

“I can sleep in the guest room. Maybe it will help you sleep to have someone in the house,” El suggested, as if it wasn’t a big deal that she offered or that she clearly knew Steve’s problem was that he was alone in this house.

“Only if you call and let Joyce know first.”

Once El was settled in the guest room, Steve got in his own bed and closed his eyes.

It was the best sleep he’d had in days.

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Erica’s birthday party had been mostly family and her best friends from school, but for some reason, she’d invited Steve.

Not just invited, insisted that he attend.

So he did. He switched shifts with Robin for it and everything.

He went to Macy’s to buy her the skirt she’d wanted for months, ended up buying matching shoes, too.

She’d loved them, of course, as he knew she would.

But he got her a third gift, something he didn’t want to give to her in front of everyone. Something that meant a lot more.

He’d asked the Sinclairs if he could stay for a bit after the party, explained to them that the real present he got her couldn’t be given until the sun had fully set.

“Oh, of course, Steve! She likes you more than any of us anyway. Keep her busy while we finish cleaning up!” Mrs. Sinclair exclaimed.

So after everyone left, after Erica was sorting through her gifts and organizing them, after the night set in completely, Steve sat down next to her.

“Hey, littlest Sinclair.”

“Hey, biggest Harrington.”

“I’m…the only Harrington?”

She snorted, but didn’t respond.

Steve cleared his throat, not wanting to stay on something that confused him for too long. Erica would run with it if she thought she could tease him more.

“I got you another gift. You have to come outside, though.”

Erica stared at him.

“If I have to go outside, I don’t think I’ll like it very much,” she said with a raised brow.

“Trust me.”

She sighed and set down the purse she got from her cousin, standing up from her spot on the floor and gesturing for Steve to lead the way.

They went to the backyard, finally stopping where her telescope was set up. She’d gotten the telescope last Christmas, and often had meteor shower parties with Steve and El.

“Alright. So. Find Ursa Minor.” He waited until she gave him a thumbs up. “Now find Kochab.”

She’d been working on mapping constellations since she got the telescope, and had focused on Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. She’d gotten pretty good at locating a lot of things.

“So a bit to the left and a little up, there’s a star. And it’s probably already millions of years old, and will probably be around for millions more. But for right now, that star is named E.S. and was adopted in your name,” Steve pulled the certificate from his pocket.

He’d already found the star a week ago during one of his visits, or at least what he thought was the star. It was close enough anyway.

She pulled away from the telescope and looked at Steve with her mouth wide open.

“What?”

“Sorry it’s not a very creative name. I knew you’d hate if I named it Erica, and I didn’t wanna come up with something even worse.”

“You got me a star?”

The light from the moon was enough to see the tears forming in her eyes, and Steve instantly felt some gathering in his own.

“Well, someone who’s gonna change the world as much as you needs a permanent place in the galaxy, don’t you think?”

Erica fell into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. His shirt was already wet with tears, but he refused to comment on it, knew she would hate it if he did.

“You’re the best big brother,” she whispered, probably trying to hide her emotions.

“You’re the best little sister,” he whispered back.

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(a bonus "to crumble" ficlet | this is to be read after to surrender; the entire collection is here: 🩹) pairing: mike schmidt x blackfem!reader summary: abby needs a savior. you come to the rescue. wc: 4.2k tags: angst through and through mostly (some light violence, arguing, child neglect ): , drug and alcohol mentions, infertility mentions, angry feelings about a shitty situation [mike you suck]), fluff towards the end with reader and abby (: a/n: so, i hit 1k followers the other day (which thank you so much??? what a nuts accomplishment!!) and i'd decided a while back that this is what i wanted to give you all as a surprise, considering that a lot of you enjoyed the to crumble fics 🥹 this was originally supposed to be longer, but i may do a part 2 just because i didn’t want it to be super long and i wanted to finally put it out cause it's been overdue lmao. enjoy!

you'd been used to silence at night, but now, it was different.

before, the dead of night was peppered with stressful, anxious energy. you'd lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering how everything would manage to stay glued together. you begged yourself to dream instead of think. you'd wanted to be whisked away from the incessant, compulsive thoughts you had about work, home, your relationship; every second you could spend with your eyes closed, turning that silence into a fantasy you could almost taste, was better than being awake and facing your reality.

sleep had been your way to escape the quiet then, but these days, you enjoyed every second of it.

for the first few weeks of being away from mike and abby, you'd been unnerved by the still air of your parent's house. everything was calm and collected and unlike anything you'd experienced in the past two years, and you'd wanted to accept it with open arms, but your body held you back with a bit of apprehension.

everything felt so relaxed, but when would it blow up?

the thought had lingered in the back of your mind as you went about your life---another semester of school went by, and another birthday, grocery store trips, gas station visits, lunches with your parents and friends; soon, you're not thinking of anything going wrong ever again.

you were uncomfortable with peace at first, but now, you realized how invaluable it was. everyone deserved peace, and since you'd gotten yours, you hadn't wanted to let it go.

you were resting in this peace once more, curled up on the living room couch and leisurely clicking through your gradebook when it's shattered down the middle by ...baby one more time.

it was abby's ringtone, the one you'd selected specially for her. it would've filled you with glee, getting a call from your favorite girl, if it weren't for the fact that she never called. she was more comfortable with texts and emails and you respected that. you wanted to make this time in her life as serene as possible, and wrote her back once that phone calls will only be for emergencies then, okay?

it was 10:27 pm, and she should've been asleep, watched by max or whoever mike had hired as her babysitter now. you answer the phone after the second ring, closing your laptop. "is everythi---"

"y/n," she sobs, and suddenly you're fully alert, placing your computer on the couch cushions and shooting to your feet. "can you please come get me?" you don't hesitate to dash to your room and throw on clothes at her distressed tone, keeping your phone between your shoulder and cheek. your heart pounds, the sound wooshing through your skull.

still, you muster up the courage to ask, "abby, what's going on? are you okay, are you hurt? where's max?"

"she got into a-a fight with mike. she didn't come when s-she was supposed to, and mike was u-u-upset that she was gonna make him late for work. they had been yelling at each other so he left, and then max did too. i don't think she t-t-old him." you stop all of your movements at her hiccupping, squeezing your eyes shut.

"she just left you alone at the house?"

"y-yes, and i've been trying to call and text mike but he's n-not picking up."

you'd always known that mike put his phone on Do Not Disturb when he went to work, but that was before. that was when you were the one watching abby at night. you don't understand why he still keeps it on, and why abby's not able to bypass the setting.

"when did he leave?"

"l-like 30 minutes ago. max left like f-five ago."

"how many times did you call him?"

"eight."

you bite at your bottom lip as you fight to hold back tears. your hands ball into fists at the rage that you feel inside, hot and searing and aimed at the two adults that left an eleven-year-old unaccompanied.

"i want you to pack a bag with enough stuff for a couple of weeks, okay? i'm gonna come get you and you're gonna stay with me for a little."

abby's calmed down enough to say, "but isn't your parents' house too small?" without stuttering. it was, but that was irrelevant. in the grand scheme of everything, the amount of space didn't matter. you just wanted abby to be safe.

"doesn't matter, sweet girl. they'll understand, and we'll do all the fun stuff we used to do together. we're gonna do karaoke, and watch movies, a-and we can paint again. don't you miss that?"

you can hear abby nod, and when she sniffles, murmuring, "i miss it a lot," you're like an olympian sprinting to your car, cooing, "lock the front door and wait for me in your room, yeah? everything's going to be okay, abby, i promise."

you're throwing your car into gear like you drive for a living, speeding all the way across town. you'd be fearful for cops if the pure adrenaline of your past hadn't been coursing through your veins; you feel transported back to the days of rushing over to abby's school, sweeping her into your arms as she wailed about mike forgetting her day in and day out.

you were her savior then, and though you loved her beyond words, you'd never wanted to be that. when you'd left, you thought you'd finally shed that title, but here you were again. you'd wrap her up in your arms and she'd see that halo over your head again, thanking you for saving her from the common denominator in both of your problems; the one person that had roped you two back into this pattern.

you still do the wrapping when she runs into your arms in the foyer, of course, holding her so tight that you're afraid you might break her, and as you do, you take in her environment.

the house hadn't been in complete shambles like you'd expected, but it still wasn't anywhere near what it should've been. there were dishes piled in one side of the sink, surrounded by buzzing gnats, and clothes thrown all around the living room. none of them are abby's.

"max's been trying to help me clean, but mike just ruins our progress," abby sits next to her bags on the couch once you let her go, staring up at you with red-rimmed eyes that take you back to the day you left.

"help you clean?" you gripe, glaring at empty, sticky-looking cups and the heap of mail, mostly bills, on the dining table.

"mike..." abby drops her eyes down to her feet, picking a piece of skin off the edge of her thumb. "nothing really changed when you left." she continues on, telling you about how everything had gotten worse in the six months that you'd been gone.

mike had quit his other job and started locking himself in his room again. sometimes, he even forgot to take abby to school after work, despite her shouting and banging against the door to get him to do so.

after her failed attempts, she'd sit in her room all day, falling asleep in her fort after sobbing for hours upon hours, while mike showed up to the pickup lane of her school in the afternoon bleary-eyed and disheveled.

"mr. schmidt, abby was never dropped off."

he'd come back home to find her curled up and snoring under her tent; safe and sound in this strange way that should've disturbed him. it should've made his blood boil, anger directed towards himself when he realized that he'd just dreamtthat he'd taken her to school instead of tangibly doing it. it should've worried him that her school might pick up on that, and get higher powers involved.

with his latest cocktail, an ambien and a beer (or two), however, he felt nothing at all.

once he'd seen abby in her room, he'd closed the door and sent them back into the same cycle he'd created.

max had tried her best to take care of abby, but considering the fact that mike wasn't paying her anything, she couldn't always afford to help abby in the way she wanted and mike hadn't been much help. he'd always leave without a word when she showed up at night, and even when she'd begun taking abby to school in the mornings, he hadn't shown any gratitude. he'd only used it to feel better about his irresponsibility, feeling on top of the world when he dropped by abby's school and she was actually there to be picked up.

max's generosity had allowed mike to wholeheartedly slip back into his previous neglectful autopilot; he saw his duties as guardian done when food was in the fridge, toiletries were in the bathroom, and his sister was enclosed in the house, and that pissed you off to the highest degree.

you understood max's stance with fighting against him, but you wondered why abby had to be hurt in the process. she was just a child, someone that shouldn't have been brought in the middle of a petty squabble between two adults. max should've never left her alone, and you're desperate to chew her out as well.

"i think i might get kicked out of school too," abby solemnly tells you now as you throw her bags into the backseat of your car and buckle her up in the front. "i don't think he can afford it anymore. they pull him aside to talk every time he comes and gets me. 'just give me more time', he always says."

your eyes fill with tears again, and you let them fall. she was only eleven and deserved none of this. you were sure that if you had nothing to live for, you'd kill mike. you felt like there was no remedy for anything he'd done until he was gone, completely separate from you and abby in every way, shape, and form.

an idea that wouldn't land you life in prison formulates in your head, and it's this idea that propels you to freddy's, your hand smoothing down abby's flyaways as you drive with an aching heart.

"stay in here, okay?" you tell her once you've stopped the car in the desolate parking lot of mike's job. "lock the doors behind me."

"y/n, i'm sorry for not telling you anything about what was happening," she seems genuinely disappointed in herself, closing her own teary eyes. a single droplet cascades down her cheek and you caress it, placing a soft, forgiving kiss on her forehead. her emails and texts had made it seem like everything was okay, but you couldn't blame her for putting on a front.

you'd let go from them and she'd understood why. she didn't want to worry you about her and her brother, the brother who'd made you wear a smile while he dragged you through hell. none of that was her fault, but still; she was related to him and felt like a mess, a burden by association. "i didn't tell anyone because i was afraid they would send me away an---"

"it's okay, abby," you purr, opening your car door and sticking your leg out. "soon, you won't have to be afraid anymore. i'll make sure of it."

you remind her of your original instructions and she nods, clicking the electronic lock on the door panel as you march to the dated entrance of the pizzeria. you grit your teeth, bashing your balled fists on the door.

"open the fuck up, mike!" you scream, turning your flaming face towards the security camera as you continue your assault against the building. your hands prickle with the feeling of the solid glass on your skin but you push it aside, pounding as hard as you can. "mike! i swear to fucking god, open this fucking door!"

your throat is nearly raw from shouting for so long, and you begin kicking at the door when it finally swings open, and your feet and hands are connecting with mike's loose frame.

"y/n, what the fuck..." his speech is slurred, and it only angers you further. you don't stop your movements, smacking at his body with a fury you don't think you've ever felt in your entire life.

mike feels nothing of the sort. he barely feels anything, disoriented and numb from the drug-induced nap he'd been taking.

you'd been in his dream; shit, you'd been in them forever, but more so since the two of you had broken up. it felt like a part of his punishment for everything he'd done, though he thought that was the only way he'd ever see you again. he doesn't expect to feel the weight of your small fists beating against his chest, or that he'll have to wrangle his arms around your waist to stop your attack on him. you're still as beautiful as ever, so red-faced and irritated in your favorite sweats, but he knows it doesn't matter. it's just a thought, one that doesn't even work to deflect his attention from your violent efforts. "jesus christ, stop---hitti--"

"get the fuck off me, mike!" you screech, forcefully shoving your hands into the center of his chest. his arms around your waist made you feel dizzy once upon a time, but feeling them now, for any reason, makes you want to throw up, and you're nearly crying as he tightens them around you. "get off!"

"stop trying to beat the shit out of me, then!" he retorts, stumbling back as you push into him once more when he finally drops you. you're both staring at each other, your breaths labored and emotional, and you launch straight into your tirade, jamming a finger in mike's face.

"well, why don't you stop dragging me back into your life! max left abby at home alone and i was the only person who could help her, mike," he opens his mouth to tiredly protest, but you turn your finger into an entire hand, halting his words. "and before you say, 'well, she could've called me', she did. she called you eight times, but you didn't answer. abby would've been home by herself all night because of you and now, i have to be wrapped up in this again. was almost two years not enough?"

mike's slow mind begins to jog with the mention of abby being alone, but he's still slurring, sunken eyes dark in the low lighting of the vacant pizzeria. "y/n..."

"you're taking the ambien again, aren't you?"

he's licking his lips and letting out a deep sigh, his eyes fluttering to the ground. you begin to hiss, "tell me the truth" when he finally mutters, "i need it."

your laugh is sharp and bitter and aimed towards the sky, tears cresting your lash line again. "like you needed it then, too?"

you never thought you'd see mike again, or at least not so soon. it's saddening to you that your reunion is filled with such distress. you couldn't be happy to see him even if you tried, and that thought pricked at your body with the intensity of a million needles.

how pathetic, all that time you'd been together, all that love and affection reduced to anger pulsing in your heart.

"you're so hopeless, mike." the words sting your tongue, filling the air between you with bitter animosity, but both of you know it's not a lie. "i don't understand why you won't change; not even just for abby, or for me, but for yourself. this wasn't what this was supposed to be," you dig your teeth into the plushiness of your bottom lip as you weep on. "we alldeserve better than this. we were supposed to better our lives together."

"yeah, we were, and then you left."

you wrinkle your forehead irritably, snapping, "you don't get to use that against me. you know exactly why i left."

mike stares at you, grinding his molars together with a tight, clenched jaw. "that's also why i'm gonna take full custody of abby."

it's mike's turn to chuckle now, the sound rumbling through his chest and causing him to place his palm on his abdomen. he bends over slightly, rolling through the motions of an exaggerated belly laugh, and you cross your arms over your chest, straightening your posture. "this isn't some kind of joke. i'm serious, mike."

"yeah, okay, y/n." his groggy, nonchalant tone irritates you; it makes it impossible to not think about how he's probably like this at home, hiding away and drugging himself to sleep, ignoring the one person that needs him more than ever.

"you're in no position to take care of her! you get home from work and lock yourself in your room, forget to take your little sister to school, and ignore her calls when you're at work so you can sleep through your entire shift!" you hadn't yelled that intensely since you'd found out mike had cheated on you, and it didn't even feel good. there was nothing rewarding about it, and it made swallowing to soothe your throat more painful. "so i'm taking her far the fuck away from you. she's had it hard enough, and it's me, your aunt, or the state. i refuse for abby to have to grow up in an environment that's not safe for her, and you're going to have to deal with that."

you're giving him a tight smile, holding your shaky hands in surrender as you pace backwards towards the entrance. you shrug your shoulders at mike's expression, pinched and angry and pointed as you begin to push the main doors open.

“yeah, you wanna play mommy to my little sister cause you can’t have kids of your own?”

you freeze in place, painfully furrowing your eyebrows. there's a piercing ache in your stomach, the poke of mike's dig at you spreading to every nerve in your body.

something you'd revealed to him when you two had seriously talked about living together and settling down, all tearful and dreary and apologetic, now used against you like it had the weight of some kind of crime deserving life.

he'd held you that night, kissing your cheeks and comforting you, whispering, "you don't have anything to apologize for, baby. me, you, and abby can be a family."

you hadn't wanted to be some young parent, but you'd loved the idea of a support system and a place that was actuallyhome, the hub of everything family. you'd been raised in that and wanted to continue it, carrying on that closeness in your own time.

so many doctors visits had told you that it wouldn't be possible. you'd worked hard to accept it, and though it pained you every time thoughts of growing old and settling down swirled in your head, mike had helped you truly come to terms with it. "who knows what miracle could happen? even so, family can be created or chosen. we can build our family in so many ways, okay?"

you're back to freddy's as quickly as you drifted, wondering if mike had thought about the same memory as you after he'd let the words foolishly tumble from his mouth. his face reveals little, his hooded eyes looking to the dust-covered information board beside you.

mike was able to play both roles; he could be the sweet, gentle, affectionate type, but recently, if you provoked him in any way, he turned grating and cruel. you didn't understand him anymore. you hadn't in a long time, but in this particular moment, he's completely and totally lost on you.

in the past, he was asking why you hadn't left him, so guilty and ashamed and saying he didn't deserve you, but even after leaving, you'd gotten sucked back in, every single second in his presence a punch to the gut as he showed you exactly what he meant.

you're giving him room to say something, anything, maybe even apologize, but there's just silence that you can't enjoy. something you'd become so fond of begins to drive you up a wall, so you huff despairingly and mutter, “it's for her own good, mike.” before leaving.

accommodating your life for abby hadn't been on your bucket list, but you were surprised at how effortlessly you'd fallen into being her full-time caretaker again. you'd immediately sprung into action, letting abby inhabit your bedroom while you sorted everything out with your parents. they hadn't been overwhelmed with joy about the circumstances, as they'd never cared for mike much, but they don't judge you.

though what you're doing is big, they understand what you're doing it for. someone you'd do anything for, someone that you wanted to protect and nurture. you were willing to put it all on the line for abby's well-being, and they admired you for that.

they'd fortunately helped you get into a small apartment, one close to abby's school, and you'd gotten in contact with abby's aunt, pleading your case for custody to her with a highly-detailed portfolio over brunch.

she wasn't your favorite person, the stick up her ass unbearable at times, but you'd needed her to see you as competent enough to go through with transferring her petition for full responsibility of abby. you'd been nervous at first, but the massive amount of damning evidence and "shit-talking" on mike's behalf had been enough for her to see you as fit, in addition to your "stable, ordinary career".

though she'd been easy to win over, you hadn't expected mike to be as well after your encounter at freddy's. with the way he'd reacted when you broke the news, you'd thought you'd be arguing with him constantly, bickering about how he wasn't in a good enough spot to keep abby in his charge.

only that never happened, and you'd let out a big sigh when you received signed documents in the mail, relinquishing all of his rights and privileges as abby's guardian. his name wass scribbled across the signature lines in thin, inky strokes, slanted and sloppy.

like everything regarding your connection, it was bittersweet. abby had even expressed the same sentiment when you'd picked her up from her newly-attended after school program. you'd told her aunt about her schooling, and she'd agreed to help pay for most of it considering that abby was in your care now.

"money won't go to waste now. i wanted mike to work for it, the lazy fool. i wasn't gonna let my money go down the drain with him."

you'd simply nodded at her confession, unsure of why all of the adults in abby's life had failed her. not paying for her school because of mike was idiotic to you, but you'd brushed it aside with the thought that she could finally be fully enriched now.

all of the new possibility, for both you and abby, rode on your shoulders, and though you'd been curious as to why you were the one chosen for this responsibility, you'd accepted it with open arms.

"y/n," abby's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you're back to sitting at the small dinette in your new kitchen with her, lo mein weaved around your wooden chopsticks. the noodles slip when you jolt with a soft, "huh". her eyes are wide and inquisitive, and you close your own to recollect yourself. "are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm sorry. just thinking about...things."

"not about shrimp lo mein, i see," abby giggles deviously, reaching her hand into your container to snatch a shrimp. she pops it into her mouth with a hum as you gawk in fake disapproval, getting her back for a piece of her sesame chicken.

"and you're not thinking about sesame chicken, so take that," you retort, the both of you falling into hushed, familiar laughter that makes the rapid change of your life so worth it.

you'd taken a bit of time off from work to deal with constant meetings and court dates, and even though abby had already been staying with you during the entire case, you were now her appointed guardian and it felt unreal.

you'd seen how happy she'd gotten. it was like the old days, when you'd first met; she was so lively and joyous and curious then, and you'd been so thrilled to see that sparkle return to her eye with every trip to the children's museum, morning conversation on the ride to school, and dragged out bedtime story.

you knew that every signature, every eerie government building, every early morning and late night, everything----it had all gone into ensuring that abby had endless moments like that, and ones like the present; eating her favorite chinese food after finishing up homework and bathing, and giggling with you as she was reminded that she'd never have to worry about being taken care of ever again.

you couldn't let anyone down, especially not her. you'd taken the biggest risk to change her life, and in knowing that, savior didn't feel like such a heavy title.

now, it was freeing; to save didn't feel so crushing anymore.

"don't worry about my things," you stretch your arm across the vinyl table for her hand, brushing your thumb across her delicate skin with a warm, loving smile. "all that matters right now is that you're here with me, safe and cared for. that's a thing we can both think about."

(,: didn't think i'd write anything else for this au but they get me every time. how sweet. i hope you all enjoyed! thank you so much again for 1k, i love you all!!

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jonathanbyersphd · 6 months ago

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Since you have phd on subject I want to ask you something. I sometimes get so mad how less blorbo got to do in s4 but when some of his anti says especially fan of that guy says that he did nothing I feel like fighting them(which I dont bcz of their lack of media literacy and for my own mental health). Like he their fav guy did practically nothing in entire season. He didnt saved anyone life (if anyone give max's life saving credit to him I will just explode), didn't figured out any mystery with his tiny brain, didnt even had any emotional or deep scene, didn't fight anyone,even in the last ep creel house scene he was just standing their. It was Robin and Nancy who did all the work for hawkins grp.( If he did something was touching the watergate which activated the hive mind which led to him being dragged to UD whicb led to Nancy and robin jumping after him bcz of survival guilt making their life difficult.If he wouldn't have doubted Nancy and let her go there is no way she would have done that.) On the other hand he jonathan made this whole plan of escaping from cali, saved mike and will,took everyone to utah,helped save el,helped her piggyback to save everyone else and ofc his scene with will had so much emotions and depth. Even for comic purpose cali crew was way better than whatever banter they were trying to show with him and dustin. Like yes he had more screen time but for most of it he was just existing there not doing anything.

(Lol idek why I yapped way too much like I wasn't even that serious in the beginning but idk what happened then😭💀)

Hi Nonny,

Honestly I try not to bash on a certain character too much because I enjoy my peaceful existence here. But simultaneously I did argue last week that s4 is Jonathan's best after s1 and I think for me a large part of that is the agency in his own storyline.

Like whether or not people want to acknowledge it, he makes the choice for the Cali Crew to try to get to Hawkins. Granted he spends a bunch of time being the getaway driver but still he's the one who approaches Mike and Will. And without them finding and rescuing El who knows how bad things could've gone.

In contrast, s4 for Steve really feels like he's just there. Like if we want to point fingers at guy who's just driving others around we need to talk about Steve existing as the “babysitter”. Furthermore, the choices he does make (jumping into the lake, pursuing Nancy 🙄) end in cringefail.

Like for me personally s4 hammers home that they haven't known what to do with Steve for a long time. There's this vague idea of an RV and six children but you can see Nancy's face fall and you see him slunk away. Which imo that's a resolution for the “revival” , even if stans want to argue otherwise.

Whereas Jonathan's storyline puts him back into the limelight. His entire plot of college evolves his entire network of relationships, not just Nancy. We know his fears, we see them directly contrast his wants. We see him lie about his letter which leaves his plot open to resolve in s5.

TLDR: Jonathan has agency in his s4 story and Steve doesn't

#you wanted a five paragraph essay right?#you could also argue Steve doesn't choose to pursue Nancy Eddie and Dustin thrust that upon him #which like DO NOT get me started on the holy shit “Steve and Jonathan are character foils again” of it all #which at the core you see in Steve's pursuit of Nancy and Jonathan's willingness to give her up #but the haters don't want to speak on that #anyways #if any of the haters find me please leave me alone #stranger things #jonathan byers #anti stancy #st analysis #Anon asks

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1lostsoul0fishbowl · 8 months ago

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been feeling suuuuper down about myself and my writing lately, so i decided to go back and pick out some snippets i was especially proud of, and maybe occasionally share a few here.

this first one is from little help chapter 41, titled “i walk alone” (because that song was giving me such ‘lost and aimless steve nostalgically pining for nancy’ vibes). the chapter was about steve returning home after traveling with his parents for a few months. he’s attempting to get back into the swing of things with his friends, but somehow nobody told him about the demise of mileven/onset of greatmage, and he has a rather explosive reaction.

i’m starting here because i’m very intimidated by trying to write steve and i don’t usually think i do a good job with him, but i felt happy with my interpretation of him here. enjoy. 😘

“Jumping right back into babysitting, eh?” Eddie teases, and Steve realizes with a jolt that as much as he complains about being the babysitter, there is nothing else he’d rather be doing. Spending time with his parents for the last few weeks— or was it months? who even knew anymore?— had been such a painful shallow void. There was nothing to do but look the part; be paraded around like an elite accessory to make his parents seem more… something, caring or doting or possibly just human. Stand here and be pretty, Steven. But for goodness sake don’t talk to anyone. You have nothing important to say. No career, no fiancée, no aspirations of any kind. Nobody wants to hear about your little high school friends and your movie rentals, Steven. Just wear that new three piece suit— the blue one, not the gray— and smile. Yes, that’s our son. Quite a heartthrob, isn’t he?

He knows he could be so much more, if he could only figure out what more he wanted to be and which direction to head in to get there.

Quickly shaking off the dismal thoughts, he smacks Eddie’s hand away from swiping another one of his cookies, and casually says, “Gotta stick with what I’m good at, right?” Eddie laughs, and Steve relaxes. Good. He’s starting to remember how to be himself again. And he’s willing to scorch his eardrums with heavy metal for an hour or two if only for the sheer pleasure of being invited, being remembered, being wanted. Nobody in his parents’ circle of acquaintances (were they even really friends?) seemed to actually want him around, not even them. Eddie seems overjoyed at the prospect of his company, reminding him that the rest of his friends (and his are real, actual friends) will be too.

But he feels a little strange when he walks into the club later that night. A little awkward, a little lost. (Like everyone else is too busy having fun to notice him?) Robin is already there, but she and Vickie are chatting and laughing about something with the bass player whose name Steve can never remember. He’s not sure he remembers any of the Coffin guys’ names, come to think of it. The three of them have always sort of lumped into one amorphous mass of “Eddie’s bandmates” in the peripherals of his mind. Is it because they aren’t part of the Party, so they’re not important? He frowns at himself. That sounds like something his parents would say. Tonight, Steve decides, he should actually try to talk to these guys and then the next time he sees them he’s determined he’s going to remember their names.

Where is everybody else? He spots Mike, Dustin, and Will up front by the stage, talking with Eddie and the other guitarist (John? Jim? J-something) while they set up. Lucas, Max, and El are hanging out with Red Plaid Flannel Guy who by process of elimination must be the drummer. Steve rolls his eyes at himself, scolding himself to cut it out. He’s being such a snob and he doesn’t even mean to. All that time with his parents has really done a number on his brain. A night with his real friends will do him a world of good.

But wait. Something is weird here. Something’s wrong. Why isn’t El with Mike? He’s right there with them, talking to Lucas now, and El is by Max, but Flannel McFloppyhair is standing way too close to her, and for some reason he’s got his arm around her shoulders, and he’s leaning in looking for all the world like he’s about to kiss her and why the hell doesn’t this seem crazy to anybody but him?

Steve doesn’t think, he just reacts. In approximately two seconds he’s across the room and wrenching Flannel away from El by the collar of his shirt, holding him fast with one hand and swinging hard with the other, and in the approximately two seconds before his fist connects with the kid’s face he belatedly realizes two things: one, that El had actually had her arm around Flannel’s waist; and two, that she had looked completely relaxed and happy and almost like she was eagerly anticipating the kiss she’d been about to receive when he—

CRUNCH

Overlapping screams echo around him, including a stunned and pain-filled yelp of “Jesus Christ, Harrington!” from Flannel, and somehow that’s the worst part of this whole confusing thing, that this guy knows Steve’s name and Steve can not, for all that is holy, recall his.

He’s surrounded in an instant by Eddie and Jamie (or is it Joe?) and T.B. Player, and the other two band guys hustle Flannel away somewhere, probably to clean him up— in all Steve’s years of fighting he doesn’t think he’s ever seen somebody’s nose bleed that much that quickly— while Eddie looks at Steve as if he’s just sprouted two extra heads, before stating (shouting) rather eloquently (furiously), “What, and I cannot stress this enough, the actual fuck, Stevie?”

“I— what— he was— what are you yelling at me for?” Steve protests, well aware he’s made a huge mistake but completely unable to process what it was. “What the fuck, yourself, man! What is going on here? Mike, are you okay?”

Honestly, Mike looks like he’s trying not to laugh, and if Steve had been asked to try and guess his reaction that is not at all what he would’ve picked. El, on the other hand, is on the verge of tears, and Max seems like she’s seriously considering punching Steve the way he’d just punched— goddammit what is that guy’s name? Dustin and Eddie, meanwhile, are exchanging puzzled glances.

“Oh shit, he doesn’t even know,” Dustin suddenly blurts out.

“You didn’t tell him?” Eddie demands, voice high-pitched with disbelief. “I thought that would’ve been the first thing you guys told him.”

“Obviously not, and how come you didn’t think to tell him?”

“Can someone tell me now, please?” Steve says faintly. He clearly owes either Mike or El an apology, but he still has no clue what for.

Surprisingly, it’s Mike himself who finally speaks. “El and I aren’t together anymore.” He genuinely doesn’t seem bothered by that, and Steve stares at him in bewilderment. “Haven’t been for awhile now. We’re just friends again. So, uh, thanks for defending my honor, I guess, but— totally not necessary.”

“Gareth is my boyfriend,” El adds in a stunned whisper, and Steve just barely manages to catch himself by the skin of his teeth before he says ‘who’s Gareth?’ Gareth, of course, is Flannel Guy. When the hell did all of this happen? El is gazing at him with wide, wounded eyes. “You hurt him,” she adds, voice trembling a little, and he honestly wishes the floor would open up beneath him and swallow him whole. “Why would you hurt him, Steve?”

“I— I didn’t know. I thought he was— and you were— Jesus, El, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought he was bothering you.” Steve looks helplessly around at his friends. Is he imagining things or are they looking at him oddly? How come nobody told him? And more importantly, why hadn’t he just asked, instead of flying off the handle like that? He’d done exactly what his father would do; assessed a situation without having all the facts, drawn entirely the wrong conclusion, and confidently acted on his judgement without regard for the consequences to others. Now his knuckles are splattered with someone else’s blood and El is crying and if Max is actually going to murder him he wishes she would hurry up and get it over with.

“I’m sorry. Really. I’m so sorry, everyone, honest. I’ll— should I go make sure he’s okay?” Steve doesn’t wait for an answer. An awkward conversation with a guy he’s just punched sounds infinitely better than staying here with his friends all looking at him like that and the shadow of his father’s self-satisfied smile patterned across his fist. “I’ll be right back. I’m really sorry.” He ducks away abruptly and rushes in the direction the other guys had headed.

The bassist and Julian (or maybe it’s Jorge) are just coming out of the bathroom as Steve approaches, and he notices they both immediately move out of his way, eyeing him warily, like he’s a stranger’s dog who may or may not be inclined to bite. “Guys, I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” he tries to explain, but they’re already hurrying away from him. Great. It’s high school all over again. Had his parents, in just a few short weeks, turned him back into King Steve, terrorizing the freaks, way too focused on his father’s ideas of who were and were not suitable friends? Was that why he’d reacted so violently, was it the thought that someone was with El who wasn’t supposed to be?

Jesus Christ. He exhales sharply, pushing the bathroom door open. Gareth— well, Steve’s never going to forget his name ever again, at any rate— is just scrubbing the last traces of blood from his face with a handful of damp paper towels. Steve can already tell there’s a wicked black eye forming. “I’m sorry, man,” he blurts out immediately. “Is anything broken?”

“If I say no,” Gareth cautiously asks, “are you gonna try to finish the job?”

“What? No! I came to apologize. I didn’t know you were dating El. I… I haven’t been around for a little while.” It isn’t good enough. What could he possibly say that would be good enough?

#steve harrington #eddie munson #el hopper #gareth emerson #steve harrington’s parents are the worst #but his friends have his back #losty can actually write #gareth stranger things

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bookishjules · 11 months ago

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you made the owie situation so much worse because max 100% would have chosen izzy as his suggenes 😭 i’m reading qoaad right now and i miss sizzy so much. cassie really missed the mark by not having them be more involved in the plot and politics, especially because simon had his whole downworlder and shadowhunter equality advocate arc in tftsa. not that i’m saying they didn’t have any opinions on the cohort, i just wish simon and isabelle had more vocal moments in the book and it’s council meetings, especially considering that simon is jewish!!! and the registery hits very very close to home if you get what i mean. i’m surprise that simon didn’t have a moment during a council meeting or any scene where he mentioned how close the actions the cohort wanted were to nazis. izzy was kinda just a babysitter for most of the times she was mentioned, i miss her badassery BUT i do understand that this book is from emma and the blackthorns’ povs and they’re closer to clace and malec… let’s hope simon works more with the new academy and we see him and izzy be mentors to dru (izzy trainer era would be elite)

okay i'm so glad someone else saw my vision... even if it hurts. i just can't help but imagine that in the universe where max lives, he gets closer to izzy into his teen years. i think izzy would spend more time with him when she's trying not to think about simon, bc both of her other brothers are in happy committed relationships, and then after the events of tfsa, he would get closer with simon through her bc of comics and anime etcetc and that would pull them tighter. plus, izzy isn't protective older brother like alec, and she isn't idolized like jace. she's a lot more .. accessible i guess is what i'm saying. as a sibling. she also ends up having a lot less responsibility than jace and alec, as you said, so it makes sense for him to go to her when he needs someone to talk to, or to her and simon's place when he needs a comfortable place to relax. ... anyway i have a lot more thoughts on this but it is not the point of this ask at all lol

i am also reading qoaad rn!! and i know exactly what you mean. i've thought similarly with simon. like he blazed through the sa in a very political manner, and yet we don't see him speaking up against the wrongs being committed here? and with something of this magnitude, and with his perspective.. there's no way he wouldn't feel a responsibility to speak up, especially now that they're all adult shadowhunters and are able to sit in on those meetings and have the voice they didn't always have access to as teens.

so basically yes i fully agree with everything you said <3 and i also really really really hope for more sizzy involvement in twp. i may have my hopes up too high (i.e. they exist), but just the knowledge that there will be a scene with simon at the pandemonium feels like it could imply a tilt in that direction. and i really think it's only fair o7

plus i mean.. not to go back to the max thing. but IF all of what i said above did happen, there's a world where sizzy would be more familiar with ty and dru bc they bracket max's age and would likely have ended up being friends, just by the nature of how involved clary is with emma, and emma potentially expressing worry about the kids not having friends their age etcetc you see where i'm going. so it just feels.. right. yk?

#i am incapable of answering an ask about simon or izzy or sizzy with any amount of brevity it seems..#and i really did try so hard with this one lol #sizzy #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #max lightwood #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #qoaad #tda #the dark artifices #twp #the wicked powers #asks #anon <3

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ducklooney · 1 year ago

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How would the Ducks react to Julius The Cat? I feel like he'd be another foe for them to fight, given how sadistic he can be in MANY of the Alice Comedies shorts. Especially in Alice Gets Stung, I felt bad for the rabbit and the bear.

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To be honest, I never even thought about it until now, except for Julius the cat to be with Oswald and Mickey as a trio of brothers and the first positive Disney characters. I agree, unfortunately many call Julius the cat a rip-off of Felix the cat, since Felix came before Julius and I think he deserves to be featured more often. If Oswald can do it, why not Julius. It could especially be for Epic Mickey 3, if it could ever come to fruition. By the way, the bear is Peg-Leg Pete, who later became a cat. It's like how Betty Boop went from a dog to a real woman. Although the story is a bit complicated, that's mostly how the characters were developed.

Hm, well as for the ducks, in my opinion, Donald would probably get to know Julius first and resent it at first, because he's not really in the mood to be with Mickey's team except Oswald, at least in my opinion, but he could easily get along with him. . Daisy too. Not sure about the others. I know that for Donald's nephews (classic version) and Max Goof (Goof Troop), it was certainly easy to be with Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, but the ones with Mickey and Oswald would be kind of a babysitter for them. Even though he has 420 nephews and nieces. Morty and Ferdie (Mickey's nephews) could easily hang out with Julius and have Julius be their babysitter. Oh, yes, Horace could easily do with Oswald and Julius and he will understand them best, because unfortunately Horace has been neglected a lot in recent times, if not decades.

However, this is my opinion and this is a good idea, you should make some drawings and fanfiction related to it. And thank you for your question, and if you need anything, feel free to ask me.

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himbosandhardwear · 1 year ago

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“Max, please. We're just worried. You don't have to come out, just let me know you're alive at least and I'll leave.”

His forehead is pressed against the door, waiting for a sign. The girl is stubborn, fearless, which is great usually but in this context it's pissing him off.

He thinks about trying for a more stern tone, a real dad voice, but before he decides yes or no, someone says, “Hey, asshole.”

Steve turns just in time to see a fist flying towards his face, enough time to drop back against the door and avoid taking one on the chin. Unfortunately, the attacker didn't expect Steve to dodge so he ends up flying forward, into Steve, who catches his full weight in momentum.

And that's when Max opens the door.

They fall backwards into the living room with twin grunts of pain. Steve gets a whiff of Irish Spring and weed while the guy spralls out on top of him.

“What the fuck is going on?” Max snarls. “Get up.”

Steve receives a nudge to the ribs, which is rude. None of this is his fault. He pushes the guy over and finds none other than Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson laying next to him.

“What the hell was that, dude?!” He shoves Munson's leg off where it was still laying across his own. “Are you on coke?”

“Fuck you!” He growls back while he attempts to fix his wild hair. “I'm not the one sniffing around Freshmen girls like a pathetic creep.”

“Sniffing around-” He looks up at Max, who looks down at him, eyebrows up to her hairline. They both burst out laughing.

Munson does not appreciate this. “You know what, fuck this. This is what I get for trying to be a decent person. Never doing that again.” He goes to get up but Steve grabs his jacket sleeve.

“Dude, she's a kid! You can't really think I would-”

“I'm not a kid!” Max ruins his speech by yelling. “If you think Lucas and I never-”

Steve has to let go of Munson to slap both hands over his ears, yelling ‘La la la’s to drown out whatever horrific shit she’s trying to say.

He looks up to check to see if she's done and finds her in her usual pose, arms crossed, scowl in place. He removes his hands but she immediately takes advantage by snapping, “Like you're such a saint. If you weren't fucking at my age I'll eat my hat.”

Steve blooms bright red, hoping Munson isn't looking. “Shut up! You're not wearing a hat.”

“Oh, yeah, Sherlock?” She snarks back.

Steve grins, so happy to be pissing her off.

She doesn't like that. “Why am I entertaining this? Get the fuck out of my house. Both of you.”

“Well excuse me for thinking you needed rescuing.” Munson turns to leave, Steve's still on the floor so he gets an eye full of a black clad ass, bandana hanging out of the left pocket.

“Like I would stoop so low,” Max says with a scoff, and it's Steve's turn to be offended.

Before he can get out more than a, ‘Hey!’ Munson's hand cuts through the air and motions, dramatically, to Steve's face.

“You're expecting me to believe you're immune to this?”

Steve blinks up at him, confused.

“Clearly you're not,” Max says, earning a dramatic gasp. “I don't date jocks,” she responds with finality, sneer well and truly in place. Her eyes cut back down to Steve. “And you can tell Lucas I said that. I don't need a babysitter.”

Steve, finally tired of being on the floor, stands up and brushes himself off. “Really, Max? I want you to think long and hard about that. Really picture his face if I actually told him that. You know the one. Sad but being so brave about it. You really want that?”

She's still trying for cold indifference, staring at the TV, but she doesn't answer either.

“Fine, I'll go. Just needed to check in, make sure you were still alive. It's not too late to go to the Sinclair’s for dinner,” he reminds her.

“Me and mom are doing Chinese.” She pushes Steve the rest of the way out the door and slams it in his face.

“Jesus. Ungrateful brat.” He tugs his jacket straight and turns to find Munson staring at him, sort of the way you would look at a weird bug you found in your bathroom. “What?”

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Eventually he just walks away. Steve trips down the steps to follow him.

“Hey, wait!” He jogs in front and follows Munson's trajectory, skipping backwards across the street. “Seriously, I just wanna say thanks.”

That stops him. “Thanks? For what?”

“For looking out for her. She won't let anyone else do it. I'm glad she has someone making sure she's okay.” He watches Munson try to shrug it off, like what he did was nothing. “Seriously, it was really cool. For all you knew I was trying to perv on a teenager. I know my reputation doesn't help any.”

Munson snorts. “Yeah, forgive me for thinking you'd scraped the bottom of the barrel. I did think it was weird you weren't going for a Junior at least but.” He shrugs again.

He follows Munson to his trailer. For some reason he doesn't want the conversation to end.

“She's a huge pain in my ass but I love her like a sister. Which is why she can't stand me right now.”

Munson tilts his head, asking without asking. Steve huffs. It's hard to explain but he wants to talk to someone about it. Robin is his usual sounding board these days but it's hard to replace the solidity of guy friends.

Not that he wants to be friends with The Freak… But Dustin vouches for him so maybe he's not as bad as Steve remembers.

“Billy Hargrove was her stepbrother.”

Munson sucks a breath through his teeth. “Jesus H. Talk about trauma.”

“Yeah. We, uh,” he scratches at the back of his head, “we were there when it happened. She saw him die. He actually kinda helped save us at the end. So, she hated him but then redemption and death and change and now here we are. She's had it harder than the rest of us.”

Eddie stares at him, wide-eyed and sympathetic. “You were there? The fire?”

He sniffs. Eddie’s van has a key mark running the length of it. Echos of slurs passing easily from jock to jock bounce around Steve's skull.

“Yeah. I was working at Scoops. It was…crazy.” Wild understatement.

“Fuck, man. Yeah. I forgot about that.”

Steve winces. Of course. Of course Eddie Munson saw him in that stupid uniform.

“Not my proudest moment but I made a friend out of it, so…”

“Friend?” He asks, swinging himself up onto the porch and onto the dilapidated couch. Steve follows again.

“Yeah. Robin Buckley? She saved my ass like a hundred times that night.”

“Hmm.” He pulls a pack of Camels out, offers Steve one, which he gladly takes. “Henderson seems to think you guys are set to be married.”

“That little shithead. I've told him a hundred times it's not like that between us. Thanks,” he says when Eddie lights him up. “Don't know why he can't drop it.”

“She's not your type?” He blows smoke out of his nose like a dragon, which seems like such a nerdy thing to do, but he's weirdly pulling it off. Steve really needs to stop romanticizing these fucking dweebs, it's getting ridiculous. He used to be cool.

“I mean, she's definitely cute. Super smart, really funny. It's more like I'm not her type.”

“So, what, you stick it out, see if you grow on her?”

Steve chuckles lowly. “Fat chance of that.”

Eddie doesn't respond. When Steve glances over he finds Eddie looking thoughtful.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just- Nothing. Happy she has a good friend.”

They stare at each other. Steve's not good at these types of subtle communications but he's pretty sure Eddie figured it out from the little bit that Steve has shared. If the rumors about him are true he probably won't out Robin. Hopefully. She'll kill Steve stone dead if he does.

“No reason not to be,” he says. He hopes Eddie gets what he's saying. Wants to be a good ally or whatever.

A quirk of a smile dents his cheek, which Steve takes as a win.

They don't say anything for a bit, just finish smoking in the cold. It's unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving but still, enough to make your fingers and your nose feel numb after twenty minutes.

“I gotta ask, man. How'd you end up babysitting all these fucking kids? Henderson would have me believe you two are like brothers.”

Oh, fuck, that's too much. He really hopes he doesn't start crying like a fucking idiot loser.

“I mean, we kinda are? He grows on you.”

“Like a fungus.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah. It wasn't something I was looking for, half raising a bunch of asshole kids, it just sort of happened. You know Mike, Nancy's brother.” Eddie gives him a look that conveys ‘Unfortunately.’ “Yeah, so he was just kinda around, while we were dating, and then some shit went down that Dustin roped me into, helping him and the Party. And one thing led to another and now here I am. A mother of four. Five if you count Erica.”

“Erica?”

“Lucas’s sister. You'd remember if you ever met her. She makes Sourman look like Sparkle Princess.”

Eddie stares blankly. “What the fuck is a Sour Man?”

“You know,” Steve waves, “the bad guy from your nerd books. Lord of the Rings.”

A very real smile breaks across Eddie's face, almost a grin really. “You mean Sarumon.”

“Tomato, tomahto.” Steve ignores the warmth sliding through his stomach. It's probably gas. “You having dinner with your parents?”

He cracks a laugh. “Wouldn't that be something. No, man, it's just me and my uncle and we're not cooks. I think he's getting leftovers from some chick he works with. I don't know.”

“Oh.” Weirdly, that is comforting. Steve didn't have anywhere to be today either until Dustin invited him over. “You wanna come with me to the Henderson’s? Claudia makes a mean sweet potato casserole.”

He fidgets with his lighter, not meeting Steve's eyes. “With the marshmallows on top?”

“Duh.”

“And they wouldn't care if I came?”

“Are you kidding? Dude thinks you're the coolest thing since Han Solo.”

He likes that, smiling down at his feet. “Oh yeah? Well if I'm Han you're definitely Luke. Henderson thinks you're some kinda ninja.”

Aww, fuck, he really might cry. “That's cool.” He sniffs. “If I'm Luke then Robin is Leia, cause we're, like, bonded and stuff. But you guys can't date cause, uh…”

Eddie snorts. “We're not each other's type?”

Steve stares, pulse jumping for some reason. “Yeah.”

“That's fine. Kinda always thought Han and- Uh. Nevermind.” He slaps his knees and jumps up. “If you're sure about dinner at the H’s, let's do it. I wanna see the look on his face when we show up together.”

It takes Steve another second to stop staring but he does eventually snap out of it. “Right. It's gonna be amazing. You think he'll pass out?”

“I hope so. If not, what's it all for, you know?”

#pre-S4 #different first meeting #eddie munson #to the rescue #sort of #steve harrington #ficlet #st #my writing

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