#because i’m kinda being mean about steve so i don’t wanna put this in the steve tag

[runninguplenorahills]

it is such an odd paring because i like steve more than mike but the question is how is the better protagonist is and that is obviously mike since he is more of a main character😭

Literally!!! THE KIDS ARE THE CENTER OF THE SHOW!!! They have special protagonist status over the teens!

I personally like Mike better than Steve but Steve has been my favorite for years before Mike!! I still love Steve so so so much but Steve is not as much of a Protagonist than any of the kids are! I’d even argue that Steve is the least protagonist-like teen [Jonathan, Nancy, Steve] as well and I feel like season 4 also put Robin in front of him because Steve literally has nothing good going on in s4! Like Steve just wasn’t it this season. He was still enjoyable but his arc….. or rather his character regression, was so uninteresting. And I mean, Jonathan also didn’t have much going on this season but at least there was something new for his character in s4, not like with Steve who did a 180 and is now back to chasing Nancy. I also really didn’t like how Steve was whining about having to be the babysitter….. like, I kinda get it but it felt so out of character. I really need them to fix this in s5 because what do you mean Steve went from waiting weeks for Dustin to return from summer camp and being excited to do their little secret handshake to sighing out of frustration because he’s paired up with Dustin?!?!???? Genuinely: wtf

[estrellami-1]

Pay the Price

In which Steve needs Eddie’s help stopping the boys’ asshole behavior towards Lucas. He didn’t think he’d get anything more than a tentative alliance out of this, but best laid plans and all.

Part 1

“Eddie Munson,” Steve starts. “Heard you’re the man to talk to about teaching someone a lesson.”

A pause. “Uh,” Eddie says, “I mean, I don’t really do anything physical? But I won’t tell either, man, to each their own, I guess, unless you mean withholding weed, because that I can do. Depending on the lesson being taught.”

Steve chuckles. “No, nothing physical, and no weed withholding, either. Or at least, there shouldn’t be, considering they’re kids.”

Eddie sighs. “Okay, I get it. Prank call, right? Ha-ha, very funny, wanna get your laughs out now before I end the call?”

“Not a prank call,” Steve says evenly. “‘S about the kids I babysit. They’re in Hellfire. Mike’s being a little shit to Lucas.” A pause, “Dustin too, kinda, but Mike’s definitely the ringleader, y’know?”

“What the actual fuck,” Eddie says slowly, “is happening?”

Steve chuckles. “Like I said. The kids’re being shits to Lucas and I need your help curbing their behavior.”

“Who the fuck are you, man?”

Steve chuckles again. “Tell you what, ‘cause I doubt you’re gonna believe me unless you see me. You busy for the next hour or so?”

“You’ve piqued my interest. I’ll bite. No, I’m not busy.”

“Y’know Loch Nora?”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“Last house on the right. Twenty minutes. See you then, Munson.”

Steve puts the phone back on the receiver and breathes out a sigh as he grins. This is gonna be fun.

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[munsonkitten]

“Can I tell you something?” Steve whispers, tugging Eddie in closer to his body.

Eddie hums in response, nuzzling his face into Steve’s neck. “Sure, baby.”

“You know how we got you out of the Upside Down and brought you back here?” Steve asks. He rubs his hands up and down Eddie’s back, and continues without waiting for an answer. “I carried you up to the bathtub in my parents’ bathroom, got your pants off, and you were covered in so much blood, and I was already fighting off an infection myself, so I wasn’t all there, and I honestly… Man, I honestly thought the bats ate your dick and that I’d have to break the news.”

Eddie snorts, a quiet laugh pressed to Steve’s skin.

“Then you said to me, and you were half-conscious and kind of delirious, you said ‘if you wanna look at my pussy, at least buy me dinner first,’” Steve whispers. “Figured maybe it was fine, then.”

“Wait,” Eddie says, pulling back. “Is that why you always brought food when you started coming over?”

Steve laughs, then shakes his head. Quietly, he answers, “Nah, man, that was because you lost like forty pounds from not eating.”

“Well, that’s not as fun,” Eddie huffs. “Can we pretend you’ve just been trying to catch a glimpse ever since?”

“Sure,” Steve whispers. “I mean, not that I wasn’t trying to catch another glimpse, I mean that much is pretty obvious at this point, but, nah. I was just worried you weren’t eating enough.”

Eddie hums again and rolls over onto his back. “I don’t remember much. Being here, I mean. I just… I mean, I have bits and pieces, but then I remember waking up in the hospital with Wayne next to my bed. I didn’t think that was real, to be honest.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs. “Yeah, it, uh… I tried taking care of you, and after I kinda put the pieces together, I wasn’t gonna let anyone else see you or touch you, I mean, I kind of knew what it meant, you know, to be transsexual, and I didn’t know everything, but I figured it was enough that I found out without your permission. I mean, I think about… Never mind, just… Yeah, so I tried taking care of you, but, like I said, I was sick, too. I think, um, it was Nancy… She kind of found us half-dead in my bed after not hearing from us for a couple days. She got in contact with Wayne, got us both to the hospital. You were there longer than me.”

“Does Nancy know?” Eddie whispers. “I mean, we talk a lot, and she’s never… She’s never mentioned it, but would she if she did?”

“She doesn’t know, baby. As far as I know, she doesn’t. I’m telling you, man, I didn’t let anyone else see you for days. I was…”

“My guard dog, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Steve chuckles.

“Mhm,” Eddie hums. “Should give you a treat.”

Steve smiles, presses a kiss to Eddie’s temple. “I’ve got it already.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie mumbles. “You can’t break out the Harrington charm right now.”

“Why not?” Steve asks.

“Because I’m gonna need to fuck you again for that and I don’t think I can move.”

Steve laughs and curls himself around Eddie. “Alright, I’ll cool it with the charm, then.”

They both sleep soundly that night, but Steve finds himself thinking about all of those complicated things before he drifts off, and again when he wakes up in the morning, as he watches Eddie fix his hair and slide on his rings over painted nails.

from chapter 5 of “you make me feel like i am whole again” on ao3

[steddieas-shegoes]

more than everything else

For @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt ‘proposal’ wc: 999 rated m cw: suggestive language | tags: domestic fluff, sappy and romantic

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“Steve! Freezer’s working again!” Eddie yelled from his spot on the floor behind their previously defunct freezer.

Eddie insisted he could fix it himself, hence the hours he’d spent on the floor with tools that weren’t doing anything and a lip bitten until it bled.

“Told you if you took your shirt off it would work faster,” Steve said from the doorway, hands on his hips as he took in the sight of Eddie being half naked.

Sweat dripping down his chest.

A bruise forming on his side where he’d dropped a wrench on himself earlier.

His newest tattoo peeling because he’d forgotten to put Vaseline on it earlier.

“I always listen to you, sweetheart,” Eddie smirked as he stood up. “You got any plans later?”

“I actually do remember something on the calendar.”

Eddie walked over to him, covered Steve’s hands with his own and rocked him side to side. “Damn.”

“Why? You wanna make plans?” Steve raised a brow.

“I thought I could get a reward for all my hard work today,” Eddie pouted his bottom lip out, eyes widening as he leaned further into Steve’s space. “Maybe in the bedroom?”

“Reward? For fixing the freezer that you broke?”

“I seem to remember someone saying that the freezer was just ‘old’ and that this ‘could’ve happened to anyone.’ Or am I mistaken?” Eddie let go of Steve’s hands but stayed close to him.

“I’m not sure who said that. I do remember someone saying that if you turned it down too far for too long, it would break, though. Maybe you can recall who said that?” Steve leaned in to peck his lips softly, teasing just a little with his fingers along the waistband of Eddie’s pants. “Seems like a smart guy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well. At least the guy who broke it could fix it.”

“That’s right, baby.” Steve backed away. “Now. I’ve got baked chicken spaghetti in the oven for dinner and I made cookies earlier if you-“

“Marry me.”

Steve froze, his eyes widened.

Maybe Eddie could’ve been more eloquent, more romantic.

Shit, maybe he could do that still.

He reached for Steve’s hands, smiling softly at him as his eyes darted between Eddie’s, searching for him to say that it was a joke.

“I’m serious.” Eddie kissed his forehead before continuing. “You think I survived the hell of ‘86 to not end up with Steve Harrington? You think I’ve spent nearly every day of the last six years trying to be the best partner you could ask for, the kind you deserve? You make me wanna be more than everything else.”

“What-“

Eddie shushed him with a kiss. “When I was little, like barely old enough to ride a bike, my mom brought me to a flower shop. She said I had to pick a nice flower for my teacher so she knew I was a sweet kid. I picked a daffodil. She laughed and said ‘you know the love of my life always brought my a daffodil’ and when I asked why dad didn’t bring them to her anymore she said ‘he never did.’ And as I got older I realized what that meant. I never could ask her about it, but I eventually asked Wayne. He said-“ Eddie sniffed, biting his lip trying not to cry. “He said sometimes the love you get isn’t what makes you feel better than everything else, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to feel more than everything else. And I still didn’t quite get it, ya know? Made no damn sense to me when I was 13. Kinda thought Wayne was high.” Steve laughed, Eddie smiled. “But then I saw you in the cafeteria one day, and I saw the way you held the door open for some of the band kids even though Tommy was teasing you for it. And I saw how much you did for me at my worst, even before you had a reason to, before you knew it would be worth more. I see how you love, and how you keep loving, even when some people may not deserve it. I feel how much you are, how much more you can still be. And how much I wanna be more to be worthy of you. I don’t have much, you know I don’t, but you love me anyway. And you make me wanna be more.”

Steve’s tears were falling rapidly, a sob escaping at the end of Eddie’s words as he fell forward, his tears soaking Eddie’s shirt instantly.

“You’re enough for me,” he finally managed to say against Eddie’s neck. “You’ve always been enough for me. I don’t want more. I just want you.”

“I know, sweet love. I know.” Eddie’s arms tightened around him. “You think you could marry me?”

“Eds. I would marry you every day if we could.” Steve sniffed as he pulled away. “We can’t really do it, though.”

“Maybe not. But we can wear rings, tell everyone. I can call you my husband around the people who love us.”

That was a hell of a thought.

Husbands.

“You’re sure you want that?”

“Of course I am. Who else is gonna fix your freezer when it breaks?”

“Maybe you could try not to break it in the first place.” Steve smacked his shoulder. He kissed him slowly, tongue brushing against his bottom lip but not looking for more. “But I guess it would be nice to have someone around all the time to fix the stuff he breaks.”

“Hey!”

“I love you.”

It was that simple.

“So. My reward?”

“My hand in marriage.” Steve turned away and looked over his shoulder. “And maybe my hand in other places. If you hurry up and shower.”

“I’ll be done in five. Be naked on the kitchen table-“

“Eddie, not-“

“The kitchen table!”

Steve rolled his eyes but threw his shirt to the floor and winked before making his way to the kitchen. “Five minutes!”

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah!! I’m just imagining one night reader and Eddie’s pillow talk after a long day with Dorothy or even when she was pregnant and I know reader sneaks in wanting cheese fries into the conversation 😂 I love them!!💕💕

Hiii babes!! I love this because you know their pillow talk is just so random especially when she was pregnant😂 so I hope you enjoy these little glimpses into what their late night convos are like!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here

“Jesus Christ why are your feet so fucking cold?” “I was too sleepy to put socks on…stop moving Eddie how am I supposed to shove them between yours if you keep wiggling away from me?” “That’s the point you can’t…just let me go get you some socks so we can both get comfortable.” “I’m perfectly content…” “yeah well it feels like I have actual ice cubes on my feet so I’m gonna-” “You’re ruining this moment you asshole just lay down and let me cuddle you.” “But…but your feet…are so fucking cold baby.” “Just lay down and you’ll forget all about my feet in a few minutes.” “How will I forget?…oh is this like…your way of saying we can do sexy stuff that’ll distract me from your glacier feet?” “Yeah…go get me some socks.”

“Did I tell you what Steve told me today when he came to drop off some snacks for me at work?” “Snacks? Baby I packed you a whole fucking lunch.” “So?…what’s lunch have to do with snacks? Oh hand me my chapstick please.” “Here…I guess…snacks and lunch don’t really have anything in common minus being food…but no what did Steve tell you?” “He said he has a date!” “He’s Steve…he always has a date.” “Don’t be an asshole Eddie he’s really excited about this one…wants me to meet her this weekend.” “He wants you to meet her?…Why?” “What do you mean why?” “Is he trying to scare her off?” “Edward James Munson what the fuck is wrong with you?” “Ouch you’re so violent before bed…I’m just saying We all remember what happened with the last girl he brought over…” “She tried to take a bite of my Mac and cheese…I was like eight months pregnant you can’t just try to take my food without me screaming or crying…” “yeah well you ended up doing both…” “I’m his bestfriend Eddie he just wants to get my opinion on her that’s all…” “and probably show off his uncle skills with Dotty…he knows girls melt at the sight of a man holding a baby.” “That’s true…you look dreamy holding Dotty.” “Do I really?” “Yes but do go getting all cocky about it…”

“Is that my shirt?” “No it’s mine.” “Baby…did you go into my dresser and steal another one of my shirts?” “No…I went into the closet and stole one of your shirts…they are perfect for sleeping and you sleep half naked so figured it’s fine.” “Yeah yeah it’s fine…can you uh..is it okay if we cuddle a little before bed? I’ve had a long day.” “We cuddle every night before bed…” “i mean uhm..like can..I uh-” “you wanna be the little spoon don’t you?” “Yes.” “Fine but only if you put your hair up so it’s not all in my face…you know I hate when it gets in my mouth.” “Of course…I love you.” “I love you too now come to momma…tell me all about your day.” “You know how I feel about you calling yourself momma in the bedroom.” “Oh right forgot no momma for me but daddy for you is allowed…that’s so rude.” “Don’t start with the daddy thing unless you’re in the mood to fool around….” “Did you use a new body wash? You smell like…lavender?” “I accidentally used the bed time baby wash we use for Dotty…I thought it was one of your fancy ones…” “it smells nice…god you’re so warm it’s like you’re my own space heater.” “Yeah we need to get your levels checked because it’s like frosty the fucking snowman is spooning me right now.” “At least I didn’t forget my socks this time.” “Thank god for that…”

“When did you know you were in love with me?” “What?” “When did you realize you were in love with me? I mean it took you months to even ask me on a date so I’m just curious.” “Oh uh well…I kinda knew the moment I saw you shove a whole chicken nugget into your mouth and wash it down with a milkshake after we bought Dotty’s crib….I just looked at you and thought…yeah…that’s her…she’s the one.” “What the fuck Eddie that was like a whole month before my baby shower.” “Yeah…I know…but I didn’t wanna freak you out so I figured a date first would be smart.” “For me it was when you came to pick me up from lovers lake at like three in the morning because my car wouldn’t start…that’s when I kinda started seeing you as someone I could actually enjoy being around.” “That’s the first time I stayed the night with you.” “I know…I just enjoyed you being around and when I woke up and you were still there it just…meant a lot to me.” “I’ll always be here…I’m not going anywhere.” “I know…” “I love you…I’d marry you if you’d stop telling me no.” “I love you too…I know you would…but I’m never gonna say yes…sorry.” “It’s fine baby…I’m never gonna stop asking….ya know just incase you change your mind.”

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

i’ve went through your account reading all your posts for over an hour and i love your stuff soo much!!! could you do the gangs reaction to an s/o who’s veryyy clingy (they don’t mind)?? i have no idea if you’ve already done this, and uh ignore if your requests are open 😭😭😭

The Boys x Clingy reader.

A/N: this is so short i’m sorry. also i wasn’t sure if you wanted hcs or a piece but i felt like hcs right now, i was a little unfair maybe with dally and darry but that’s just how i’ve always imagined the two of them.

Tags: fluff

Warnings: none

i’m not sure how much Darry would like a really clingy s/o? i don’t think he’d mind obviously, but i think he really values his independence so having an s/o that always wants to hang out or whatever would frustrate him just a little bit

I think Ponyboy would adore a clingy s/o because if you ask me he’d be quite clingy himself yknow? his love language is quality time so he’d love someone who enjoys hanging out or cuddling or even just going to the movie house with him. that’s just how he rolls

Sodapop is quite similar to ponyboy but let’s be honest when you’re hanging out with soda you’ll probably end up babysitting him. he’d start drinking or something and get all clingy too, or maybe he’d just have a sugar rush and get all hyper. seriously sodapop is just the human embodiment of a golden retriever.

Dallas wouldn’t like a clingy s/o in my opinion, he likes to be independent. maybe when you’re out together he wouldn’t mind having his arm around you or having his hand in the pocket of your jeans but he still has a reputation of being like a ‘bad boy’ or whatever way you wanna put it.

Two-bit would be like sodapop in the sense that you’d have to babysit him and that he’d love having someone that he can hang out with and talk to whenever. he’d never stop holding your hand when the two of you are out.

Steve would also love a clingy s/o but maybe he would get more annoyed after a lot of hanging out, he’s so hot headed that i think sometimes he’d get angry about something and then he’d just want to be alone. i do think that the dx is the time for he and soda to hang out. obviously he would love it if you visited him at work. but not all day. he’s still working after all and plus sodas his best friend; they need alone time

johnny would like a s/o that’s clingy but not someone who’s too clingy if you get what i mean? he likes someone who enjoys hanging out and will ask to hang out often but not someone who wants to be with him 24/7. i think that would overwhelm him, kinda scare him off a little.

[suckerfordylansstuff]

New Journey (S.H.) Chapter 7 Season 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: Back to Hawkins for spring break. Y/n believed it would just be a quiet time to cherish with her loved ones, but one day in and another mess had already began.

Warnings: cursing, blood

Notes: Another day another chapter. Tomorrow I'm leaving for vacation for about a week. I will try to get all the chapters ready and scheduled for uploading but if I miss a day or two please don't come for me. Please enjoy the chapter and stay safe!💕

Chapter 6 << Masterlist >> Chapter 8

You’ve settled into two groups while you were walking. You, Robin, and Nancy were in the front, and Steve, and Eddie were in the back, though a few meters apart.

It was quiet at the beginning. Everyone was trying to calm down their nerves, always looking where you were stepping in fear of alerting the bats or Vecna of your whereabouts.

“Hey, Y/n?” your head turned to the left when you heard Nancy’s voice call you “You had a big hit, huh?” she pointed to your back looking at the scars that were more visible now that you had ripped off the torn pieces of your shirt.

“Oh, yeah, but they’re surface wounds, I can barely feel them.” that was a small lie. You could feel them with every step you took but you weren’t bleeding so you felt no need to alert anyone “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just… wondering.”

“About?” you questioned.

“What did you mean by Jonathan being scared?” she got straight to the point and you let out a sigh.

“Nancy, I really don’t think you want to hear this from me.”

“When did you speak with him?” her voice was strong, obviously in need to find out what her boyfriend was hiding, terrible scenarios already filling her head.

“A couple weeks back. Look. This is not my place to intrude, alright? You’re both my friends and I made a promise to him not to tell anyone.” she was ready to argue back but you were faster as you stopped walking a put your hands on her shoulders “But, I need you to put all your trust in me when I say that he loves you, and you have nothing to worry about.” her eyes were uncertain. However, the hug you shared right after told you everything you needed to know. I trust you. You smiled at one another once you pulled from her arms, just when Robin came rushing to you.

“Glad you’re having a moment, but you’re not leaving me alone to walk in these woods.” she grasped your arms and pulled you along.

Steve’s eyes followed your figures, glad to see you in good moods even after everything. Then his gaze falls to the only other guy in the group and he decides now is the best time to tell him everything he needed to. He calls out for him, Eddie slowing down to match his pace “Hey, man, uh… Listen, I just, uh… I just wanted to say thanks. For saving my ass back there.” he knew how scared and confused he must have been feeling because he was like that not three years ago. So, he wanted to make him feel welcome, as welcome you could feel while in a place like this.

“Shit. You saved your own ass, man. I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.” Eddie replied, raising a question inside Steve’s mind.

“Ozzy?”

“When you took a bite out of that bat… Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat’s head off onstage.” Eddie explained, quite shocked by the fact Steve didn’t know what he was talking about “It’s very metal, what you did. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Thanks.”

“Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact.” now it was Steve’s turn to be shocked.

“Henderson said that?” he knew the kid loved him, just like he did. He didn’t wanna pick favorites, but Dustin hadn’t really given him a chance. With his toothy grin and crazy mind, it was hard not to love him. Not that he’d ever say that to his face, especially now that hormones were taking control over his body making him the snarkiest teenager he’s ever seen.

“Oh yeah. Shit. Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea. It’s kinda annoying, to be honest.” Steve scoffs, even though he’s feeling himself fill with pride “I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, but, uh, guess I got a little jealous, Steve. I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way man. No way.” Steve wanted to tell Eddie how wrong he was. Those weren’t the things that made him good. They were everything that he most despised in himself “That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine. Still super jealous as hell, by the way.” he admitted his face coming close to Steve’s, making him a little uncomfortable, and not sure how to respond “Which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh… normal circumstances.”

The sound of a branch snapping and growling in the distance startled them for a moment before moving on.

“Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. Or at least that’s what I’ve learned about myself this week.”

“Give yourself a break, man.”

“See?” Eddie pointed at the three of you ahead before stopping to look Steve in the eye “The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you.” Steve let his gaze fall on the girls ahead, his eyes landing on your figure “Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Henderson, right there, she didn’t waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in. You better hold on to her, because that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”

You weren’t sure what it was, but something told you to turn around. You continued walking but looked back finding Steve’s gaze already on you. His eyes were soft, full of love, bringing a smile to your face and making him return it when he realized you were looking at him. It was nice having a small moment to yourselves especially when the earth began shaking again.

“Okay, second on my least of least favorite things, earthquakes. Seriously, I’m unsteady enough as it is.” Robin joked, but her tone completely changed when Nancy took off, not waiting for the rumbling to stop “Nancy! Where are you going? Nancy!” you all went after her, finding her standing, looking out in the open. You follow her gaze and see a house up ahead, her house.

“Come on.” she said and began walking again.

You finally arrived at the house, the street bringing a familiar feeling inside you, almost a weird one. Nancy decided to go through the side door, the one from the garage as the staircase there was closer to her room. You’re in the back of the group, waiting your turn to walk into the house but before you could, something else catches your attention. Three bikes parked on your left, and at first glance, you wouldn’t think anything of it, but you quickly realized that you knew one of the bikes quite well. The black and white one with the used tires looked exactly like Dustin’s old one did. Last summer your mother had gifted Dustin a brand-new bike, a blue one. So, what was his childhood bike doing here?

Your eyes inspected the other two and you recognized them easily. Lucas and Will’s. This confused you even more. Will’s bikes weren’t even supposed to be in Hawkins anymore.

Your brain started doing spins, trying to understand why these were here and what they meant. Maybe, you thought, that weird feeling of time being still here, almost frozen, wasn’t just a feeling after all. From the moment you entered this street, you’ve been getting a constant feeling of Déjà vu. At first, you had decided to ignore it, because you figured it was just your tired brain, but now you realized it was yelling at you to remember. Remember that you have existed in this moment before, three years ago, when you picked up the kids from their campaign after work. The night Will got lost and this nightmare began.

You gasped at the realization, rushing inside to find the rest “Guys!” you yelled out as you got inside. The first person you saw was Steve, standing still in the living room “Steve! The bikes outside, I think they’re-”

“Dustin!” he screamed from the top of his lungs, sending you back a couple of steps in shock.

“Yeah, one of them is Dustin’s, but-” you tried explaining after a moment but he interrupted you once again.

“No, can you hear him? Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me? Dustin!” you stare at him with big eyes and mouth open, not understanding what was going on “Du- Hello? Hel- hello?” you see the rest outside of the living room, rushing to get here after hearing Steve’s yelling.

“Maybe he really does have rabies.” Robin whispered, meaning it as a joke, but right now even the thought of that being true scared you.

“Hello! Hello!”

“Steve, what are you doing?” you asked him, desperate to understand why he was calling for your brother.

“Hello!” his flashlight points at your faces, making you squint by the harsh light “He’s here. Your brother. That little shit, he’s here. He’s like… He’s in the walls or something. Just listen. Listen.” he doesn’t even give you a moment to listen before he starts shouting his name, making you think he was crazy.

However, before you could grab his arm and stop him, try and calm him down, you heard it. A soft mumble resembling your brother’s voice. You turn to look at the rest who had heard it as well, and you all started calling Dustin’s name.

“All right, either this kid can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag. Sorry.” Steve said the last part to you, but you shook it off.

“If he doesn’t answer, he really is.”

“Will found a way.”

“What?” you asked when you heard Nancy speak.

“Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights.” you watch her move to one of the lamps, trying to turn it on. Steve goes with her and points to the light switch on the wall, telling her to give that a try. He turns around to check if it lights up, but something else intrigues his interest.

“Guys?” he points his flashlight at the ceiling light “You seeing this?”

Your eyes look up and see it not lit up with actual light, but a small glow covers the entire thing, the mumbling becoming stronger. You go under it, Nancy on your left and you all watch her as she raises her hand, making the glow lit up as if you’ve thrown glitter at it.

“It’s like fairy dust.” you said and let your own hand play with it.

“It… tickles.” Steve commented, followed by Robin’s take on it.

“It… kinda feels good.”

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Nancy suddenly asked, pulling you out from your trance.

“I do.” you say, when the rest responded negatively.

“You’re definitely Henderson’s sister.” Eddie comments, making you smile.

“Thanks. He and I learned it so we could speak through the walls when our mom grounded us. The tapping sound drove her nuts.” you positioned yourself better under the light and brought your hand up. You start ‘tapping’ the glow to let the message get through to the other side.

“What are you saying?” Robin asked you.

“We always started our conversation by tapping the word ‘H E R E’. It showed the other person that we were ready and wanted to talk.”

You hoped Dustin would remember. After you had grown up, those secret, descriptive conversations stopped, both you and him had other stuff to deal with. Right now you missed those small moments. You feared you two had grown too much too fast. After everything that had happened with the Upside Down, you only had one goal, to get out of Hawkins. But it only occurred to you after you left, what and who you were actually leaving behind. Those moments with your brother were gone. When you get out of this alive, you make a promise to yourself to have a conversation with him and try to find stuff you can do together when you’re away, communicate through the big wall separating Michigan and Hawkins. Just like when you were kids.

On the other side, Erica has noticed the lights flickering and tells Dustin that Vecna is here. This alerts the boys and they get up, staring at the light. Lucas is scared, not understanding what was going on, but Dustin, he recognizes the rhythm. It’s a pattern he’s known ever since he was seven and you were twelve.

“H… E… R… E…” he reads the code “Hey, uh… Remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate?”

“Yeah?” Lucas answers.

“I overestimated them.” Dustin said and turned to look back at the light asking “Y/n? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” you giggled and tapped ‘Y E S’ so he could read it.

“Can you hear us?” you repeated the answered and you hear him chuckle “Holy shit. Okay, uh… Go upstairs. Go to Nancy’s room. We’ll meet you there.” you do as he said. You walk up to Nancy’s room and wait for them to arrive. You can hear them moving around, their voices a big mumble before the same glow as before appears on top of Nancy’s bed.

“Okay, you guys seeing this?” Nancy lets her hand move freely through the shiny dust, the light becoming brighter. Dustin’s laugh was so clear it almost brought tears to your eyes “Uh, we’re not moving it, but we’re gonna unplug it. Stand by. Yank it.” the glow disappears “Okay try it now.” your brother instructs and Nancy writes the word ‘HI’ with her finger.

You wait silently waiting to see if their plan would work. You were using Holly’s game that let you use light to draw out pictures. Dustin believed it would be a good way to communicate without using code.

“That worked!” he announced making you all cheer. You hug Steve out of excitement while you can hear the rest laugh and scream enthusiastically.

“Okay, um…” after calming down, Nancy focuses again and starts writing on the glow. You watch the letters go by one by one, while hearing the kids try and understand what you were writing.

“S… T… U… Stupid? Stupid?” Dustin suggested, being a little too familiar with the word, but they quickly saw you were spelling out “Stuck!”

You nodded your head at their words.

“Okay, okay. They’re stuck in the Upside Down.” Lucas said.

“Okay. Uh, you can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin asked you, making your brows scrunch in thought.

“What the hell’s Watergate?” Steve asked and you connected the dots right after, your eyes rolling.

“Cause it’s in water and it’s a gate.” Robin explained for you and the rest ‘oh’ed in realization.

“This kid and his nicknames.” you shake your head with a small smile on your lips.

“That’s cute.” Eddie commented.

“Um, no. It’s…” Nancy thought out loud before drawing out your answer.

“G… U… A… R… D… E… D…”

“Okay. Uh, Watergate’s guarded.” Dustin said.

“Perfect. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Steve said and you sighed in relief at how well this was going.

“Okay, we think we have a theory that can help with that.”

You smiled at that “Of course.”

“Genius child.” Robin said under her breath.

“We think Watergate isn’t the only gate. That there’s a gate at every murder site.” you listened carefully at his words.

“Does anybody understand what he’s talking about?” you all said no, so Nancy drew a question mark on the glow.

“Okay, seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you guys just trust me?” you shook your head at your brother’s annoyed echo.

“Jesus Christ. This kid’s gotta get his ego in check.” Steve said and Eddie agreed completely.

“It’s his tone. Right?”

“I know.” Steve nodded, but you stepped in getting you back in track.

“Okay, so, I bet he’s right, because somehow he always is, if there’s a gate in every murder site…”

“How far is you trailer?” Nancy caught on your thought and asked Eddie.

“Seven miles.”

“Nancy?” Robin brought all your attentions to her “I- I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven’t you always had bikes?”

“Not enough. In ’83 we only had mine and Mike’s bikes. Holly was too young and my parents too… busy.” she said with a shrug.

“This is the day Will disappeared. The kids were here all-day playing D&D.” you stepped in “I saw their bikes outside. That’s how I realized we are in the past. We have bikes, just small sized ones.”

“They’ll have to do.” Steve said and you stood up after informing the kids you’ll be heading at Eddie’s.

“We’ll meet you there!” you heard Dustin yell and you smiled, exiting the room and heading outside.

You grabbed your brother’s bike and started riding it towards Eddie’s trailer with the rest following.

On your way there, you were able to catch a glimpse at the house Vecna used for his attacks. It was filled with the bats that had attacked you. You remembered their claws on your back. You gulped and rode faster, wanting to leave this place as fast as possible. It didn’t take long after that to arrive at your destination.

“It’s right here.” Eddie pointed out and you got off the bike, setting it on the ground.

“That’s gotta be a Guinness World Record. Most miles traveled interdimensionally.” Robin said and you heard Steve cough.

“Just inhaled a bunch of that crap.” he coughs again, taking the flashlight out of his back pocket “It’s stuck in my throat.” you bring a hand to his back, patting it softly as you headed inside the trailer.

The moment you get inside you decide to never underestimate your brother again. The gate was right there, just like he had said.

“Goddamn.” Steve said in shock.

The gate was just like the one at Lover’s Lake. Small with a red layer separating your world with the Upside Down. It illuminated a red glow, lighting the trailer.

“This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died.” Eddie informed you.

“I think there’s something in there.” Robin told you and you were all able to see what she was talking about. Something was trying to break the barrier of the gate.

“What the hell is that?” Eddie asked, and you stayed silent to see what was going to happen.

Suddenly, the layer broke, making you jump in surprise, your yelps filling the room. Substances from the gate were falling to the floor as the stick that was sticking out was clearing the gate’s hole. The moment any kind of movement stopped, you decided it was time to investigate and see what had caused this. You moved forward, behind Steve who was leading the group. When you were able to have a clear view through the gate, your whole face lit up in a smile.

“No way.” Steve said from beside you, looking up at the kids, now including Erica, who was also staring at you. The weirdest thing however was the fact that you were looking at them upside down.

Dustin chuckled when he saw you and waved “Hi there.”

“Hey, Dusty.” you and the others waved back.

“Holy shit, this is trippy.” Robin said and Dustin laughed even more.

“Bada-bada-boom!”

After you had calmed down, it was pretty easy to form a plan for your way out. You decided on making a rope by Eddie’s tied sheets and place his mattress on your world’s floor, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself as you climbed up and down. Max and Lucas place the beg mattress under the hole and you stare at it.

“Those stains are, uh… I don’t know what those stains are.” he turns his head upward, ignoring your gazes with an embarrassed look on his face.

Your eyes fall on Dustin who had just stepped on said mattress showing you his work on the rope “Not quite sure how these physics are gonna work. But uh… here goes nothing.” he throws the rope in the air and you watch it in awe as it stands still between the two dimensions “There we go. And if my theory is correct…” he lets go of the rope and it stays in the air “Abracadabra.” you let out a chuckle at the sight.

“Holy shit.” Max says and Dustin addresses you.

“All right, pull on it! See if it holds!” he instructed and you held out your hand, pulling on the rope. You let out a surprised laugh when you see it not bulging. Robin also comes forward, pulling the rope with her entire weight. Nothing happens, the rope stays perfectly still.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’ve seen some crazy shit.” Erica told you and she high-fives your brother.

One by one you climb up the rope. First was Robin, then Eddie, and then you. You pull on the tried sheets and the moment you cross dimensions you can feel the gravity pulling you to the ground. You land on the mattress letting out a huff, the force making you feel the bruises on your back. You feel two arms pulling you up and you open your eyes to see Dustin above you.

“Welcome.” he sent you a smile and the moment you got up, you engulfed him in a big hug.

“You’re okay.” you whispered into his ear.

Dustin was shocked for just a second before returning the hug with just as much force as you “You too.”

You didn’t know what it was, maybe the universe hated giving you moments to relax, but before you could stop the embrace on your own, you heard Steve’s voice yelling.

“Nancy? Stay with me. Nancy! Hey! Nancy, wake up!” you look through the gate to see Nancy frozen, while Steve was shaking her shoulders.

“Vecna.” Max said and you felt your heart pummel to your stomach in dread.

“What do we do?” you asked the rest, and you quickly began looking around for something that could help Nancy. Music was your number one solution for this kind of situation so you headed to Eddie’s room, searching for music that Nancy could like.

“Steve says you need to hurry!” Erica informs you.

“Yeah? No shit!” Dustin yells.

“We’re trying. We can’t find anything.” Max was searching with Dustin and Lucas on one pile, while you focused on another across the room, but wasn’t at all successful.

“Eddie, do you have anything?” you said in exaggeration.

“I mean, what are you even looking for?”

“Madonna, Blondie, Bowie, Beatles? Music! We need music!” Robin held up some of the tapes you had littered across the room.

“This is music!” Eddie said annoyed at her words as he holds up one of the tapes she had on her hands.

“It’s not good enough right now!” you yelled back.

Luckily, before you could waste more time, Nancy was able to wake up on her own. Steve helped her get through the gate and you guided her gently on one of the chairs in Eddie’s trailer. She looked exhausted and before you could ask her anything, her body went limp against yours, fainting. You looked around the room, searching for some kind of answers as to what you should do next. Max sprung into action and told you, you could stay at her trailer. She said her mother would either be too drunk to care or at work. Turns out it was the latter, making the situation much easier for you.

Steve took Nancy into his arms, and you settled her in Max’s bed to regain her strength. The rest of you decided to also relax and have someone stay on watch for an hour each time. Steve offered himself to be the first one to start the shifts and then it would be your turn. Max handed out some blankets and pillows you could use. She also said it would be okay to sleep on her mom’s bed, so you told the kids to go lay there. Robin took the couch, Eddie situated himself on the floor and you were curled up in the armchair.

You closed your eyes, fighting to get the images out of your mind and get some sleep, but you failed to win. After half an hour you got tired of pretending to be asleep. You opened your eyes and let them roam around the room. You looked at Robin sleeping, her body in a position that only she knew how to sleep in. Then you looked at Eddie, sleeping on his back on the floor. His eyes were moving behind his lids, and you hoped he wasn’t seeing nightmares.

Lastly, you let your gaze fall on Steve. He was sitting on the small table in the kitchen, his head turned to look outside the window.

Steve’s peripheral vision saw something move, and his senses heightened. However, he relaxed when he realized it was you. His eyes followed your body as you made your way to the chair next to him. You made yourself comfortable and placed your hand on top of his on the table, caressing it. He felt butterflies in his stomach that only increased when he looked you in the eye.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“You know I can’t sleep without you.” you said sweetly but he didn’t seem to believe you at all “Well, I can’t sleep in general right now, but let’s focus on the first reason.” you chuckled together.

Steve wanted for you to relax and get some sleep, but having you here felt great. You were the only one who could make him forget even for just a moment what had happened today “This day was crazy.”

“Yeah… I never thought we’d ever fight our way through the Upside Down and survive.” your eyes wandered to Steve’s torso, your bloody shirt your main focus “How’s your side?”

Steve looked down and touched the place where the bat had bit him, scoffing “It’s not bleeding anymore, so I guess that counts for something. What about your back?”

“Oh, I’m fine.” one of his eyebrows shot up, clearly not believing you “Really. Just a little sad about the shirt. I really liked it.” he quietly laughed at your ‘sad’ face, bringing both of his hands now on top of the table and taking yours in.

“I love you.” his voice was now a whisper, making you soft.

“I love you too, Steve.”

“Thank you for coming after me. Thank you for saving me and taking care of me.” this caught you off guard, not expecting this type of kindness.

“You’d do the same for me. You don’t have to thank me.” you told him, shaking your head.

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” you smiled at his words and you immediately returned the gesture.

“Thank you for fighting for us. Thank you for protecting us and the kids. Thank you for being here with me.” he smiled and leaned forward. He grabbed the side of your face with one hand, bringing your lips to his for a soft kiss. It may not have lasted long, but it was perfect.

“I just hope what we’re doing is enough this time.” he confessed to you after the kiss, his hands now playing with your fingers. You could see the worry in his eyes. It must have been scary for him to see Nancy like that in front of him, shaking her awake and yelling at her but getting nothing in return. Not knowing if he could keep someone safe isn’t easy for Steve.

You brought your hand on his cheek and guided his eyes to look into your own “We’re surviving this together, Steve. You told me that.” you recalled the first promise he had ever made you, one of the only things that could bring strength to you even in moments like these.

“We will.” he agreed and stayed with you until your turn to watch them ended. You woke Eddie up and Steve took his place on the floor. You returned to your original sleeping place, finally able to get some sleep, feeling safe with Steve next to you.

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Hi friend can I request some Sodapop hcs if you have any 🤗 been thinking abt him a lot lately ❤️🎞️

Ofc!!

Soda was a very jealous little kid with Pony

He was really upset he wasn’t the baby of the family anymore and little three year old Soda would shoot Pony the nastiest looks I swear

He used to just talk to little baby Pony like “you know we’re never gonna be friends, right 😡”

look at them now lmao-Soda gets embarrassed as hell whenever Darry brings this up

Soda would also try and push Pony down whenever he stood up to walk and his parents had to sit him down and talk to him after that

They explained that just because Pony was new to the family didn’t mean that he was gonna be forgotten, so Soda kinda loosened up

He hates his brown eyes. He wishes they were blue. He loves blue eyes

He’s lowkey kind of jealous of Darry’s eyes lol

Soda was the kind of kid to find those daddy long legs spiders and just pick them up and pluck their legs off

Him and Steve would do this. It’s how they became friends actually. Steve just came up and was like “sick” and him and Soda became friends

Pony’s first full word was Soda and he never lets him forget it (don’t tell him but it was actually dada-he just insists he heard Soda lmao)

‘Soda is the smallest out of the curtis boys in the end at around 5’7’’ or so-because of this he’ll just burrow into Pony or Darry’s laps like a cat

Everyone assumes he hates being shorter but he loves it because he’s small enough to be cuddled by the two

His appetite is insane. He could eat the entire McDonalds menu and still ask for dessert

When he finally fills himself up though he doesn’t shut up about it-he’s always like “ohh my god I’m stuffed!” and whoever he’s with will just smack him upside the head

He is kind of oblivious to when women flirt with him like they could be asking for his number and he’d be like “oh they wanna be friends!”

He doesn’t dare after Sandy and if he were to he would honestly be really closed off and anxious

He’s lactose intolerant but can’t live without root beer floats

He loves Coke-it’s his favourite kind of soda. Him and Pony will have full blown arguments about whether coke or pepsi is better

He swears the least out of the brothers tbh

Him and Two Bit can NOT under any circumstances be together alone. You saw what happened with the aerobatics

He gets zoomies when he’s excited. Darry and Pony have had to chase him inside on more than one occasion because he got too excited on more than one occasion

He loves listening to music. He especially loves upbeat music because it always puts him in a good mood

He’s definitely straight but he’s the gayest straight you’ll ever meet

He def pulls that “no homo” shit with Steve

He used to have a lisp

He has a tooth gap that he’s lowkey kinda insecure about

He’s terrified of shots. He makes Darry hold his hand and will scream like he’s being murdered

Piano music makes him emotional because he remembers when his mom used to play and he misses her a lot

He has really muscular arms from working on cars

He’s always without a doubt starving when he’s done with work. When Darry picks him up he brings a little bit of food with him because he can’t put up with Soda whining lol

Soda is def the extrovert who adopted Johnny. He brings Johnny to social events and probably has tried to set him up before Johnny started telling him he wasn’t interested

Two Bit and Soda go on heists together like they’ll literally do the lamest shit like steal gas station candy and act like they’re smuggling nuclear codes

He has the nicest laugh ever-idk how to describe it but it’s one of those cute laughs where he gasps for air

If he’s belly laughing he actually snorts lmao

He has very ticklish armpits and the sides of his ribs are off limits because you can’t even touch him there without him bursting out laughing

He throws his head back a bit when he laughs too

He has the most perfect smile too. Ever since he was a kid.

He’s terrified of spiders

Hope this is good!!

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The Bright Side S01E01: Birthday Blues

The first installment of my Stranger Things sitcom-style fic! Enjoy!

"There he goes again", Jim said, looking at something through the blinds.

"Are you spying on the neighbors?", El asked, coming down to make herself some waffles.

"I'm observing his horrible lawn-mowing technique." Just outside the window, the teenage son of the neighbor next door struggled with a lawn mower. His lines were uneven and Jim knew he wouldn't go back and fix it.

"You could give him some landscaping tips you know."

"If I go over there and try tellin' him what to do that devil-woman will go all mama bear on me." Jim didn't move from his position all the same.

Just then, Steve sped down the stairs, hurrying to pull his jacket on and glance at the fridge. "Rob is gonna kill me! I'm late!" He grabbed and apple and was about to rush out the backdoor when El got up and took him by the elbow. She put a finger to her lips and pointed to their father.

"Are we still on for tonight?", she whispered.

"Yes. Of course. I'll have everything ready", Steve whispered back.

"You kids better not be schemin' behind my back", Jim said without turning around.

"You know El's too innocent to scheme. I'll be back at 6", Steve said before rushing out the door.

Jim mumbled something under his breath about unkempt lawns. El watched for a moment more before leaving as well. She had to finalize today's plans with her friends.

She was practically buzzing when she got to Dustin's house, elated that he already had a whole chalkboard set up in his living room. Max, Lucas, and Will were there too. And Mike. But Will was already sitting next to him so El sat next to Max.

"Alright. Operation Birthday will soon commence", Dustin said. "Everyone remember their jobs?"

"Will and I are going to get him out of the house", El said. "That way the decorations team can come in."

"Max and I are on decorations, because we're the only ones with taste", Lucas grinned.

Then Dustin pointed to himself. "Then Mike and I will procure the present. Which should be arriving from the post office any minute now."

Mike raised his hand. "Remind me again why we're throwing on a party for him?"

"Because he's my father", El glowered. Mike was cute but sometimes he could be a buttmunch. He made it so hard to crush on him some days.

"I think if we're nice to Mr. Hopper, he'll be nicer to us", Will figured. "And maybe stop bickering with my mom."

"Okay, keep these things in mind for everything to go right", Dustin began underlining things on the chalkboard. "Don't let Mr. Hopper and Ms. Byers alone together. Don't let him into the house too early. And do everything perfectly."

"Yeah, how hard can that be?", Mike rolled his eyes.

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"So we're heading to your place right after work?", Robin asked as she stacked some tapes.

"I mean yeah. It's just gonna be me, my dad, my sister, and her friends. A couple of the neighbors", Steve shrugged.

"Oh just? Steve, that's like a dozen people at least. Of course you'd think that's a small get together."

"It's just my dad's birthday. So I mean, if you wanna come...it's really just gonna be us. El and her friends will probably pick a corner and play some game. My dad's probably just gonna argue with Joyce the whole time so-"

"Sounds like you'll be defenseless without me. Or were you hoping to strike up a conversation with Jonathan Byers?"

"Would that be smart?"

"It would be wise, which is different from being smart", Robin pointed out.

"I don't think I'm either. Smart or wise." Steve took some of the tapes Robin had stacked and started carrying them to the shelves.

"You're a wiseass, close enough. Your sister is already friends with the littlest Byers. Maybe if you and Jonathan get really friendly, your parents will too."

"Imagine me, a diplomat", Steve said as he looked around. "It's kinda weird how not-busy we are on a Saturday afternoon, right?"

"Sshh! Don't jinx it! If we're lucky, we'll be out of business before lunch", Robin swiped at him.

"Excuse you, I would like it if I didn't have to go job hunting every week. Bad enough that the freezer at Scoops Ahoy exploded."

"Yeah, who would've thought an ice cream freezer would explode?"

"We promised the NDAs we would never speak of it again."

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El was pulling her father out of the house by the hand. "Come on Dad, you have to see this."

Will followed from behind, putting a finger to his lips as Max and Lucas silently snuck in through another door, box full of decorations. Once Will closed the front door, they let out a breath.

"Okay, we've got an hour to get all this stuff up", Lucas said, opening the box.

"Wait, Lucas", Max held a hand up. "We've got a whole hour."

"Yeah? I just said that."

"This is gonna take us 10 minutes tops. Which means we can do a little...", Max's eyes looked this way and that about the living room.

Lucas' chin jutted a little. "Snoop?"

"Not snooping. Just...exploring."

"I'm not looking through El's stuff. 1. she's a girl. and 2. she's a party member. That breaks two rules. And Hopper probably just has old man underwear and cologne."

Max's head cocked. "Steve's stuff?"

"Let's go!"

They bounded up the stairs without a moment's hesitation.

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Steve in the middle of trying to both sell a video and get a date when the phone at the desk rang.

"Family Video, bringing home entertainment to your whole family. This is Steve, how may I help you?"

"Steve? It's El. We have a problem."

"What is it? What's going on?"

"So we started Operation Birthday-"

"That sounds like one of Dustin's plans. I told you to stop scheming with those guys-"

"Steve, Dad's leg is broken!"

"What?", Steve breathed out. He tried gesturing for Robin to start grabbing his things from the breakroom and it took some wild movements as she first picked up a tape, then pointed to a chair, and then finally realized he wanted his keys and jacket. All through this, El was telling him how Jim slipped on a skateboard (probably Max's) and Joyce had to drive them to the hospital.

"I'm on my way." He hung up and turned to Robin.

"Go. I'll take care of things here. Save me some cake?"

"Will do. And you're the best!"

"That's why you imprinted on me!", she shouted at his back as he left the store.

Steve sped down the road and pretty much bulldozed his way into the hospital before getting to the room where they were seeing Jim. He looked up in surprise.

"Where's the fire kiddo?"

"El said you broke your leg!", Steve panted out.

"It's more of a sprain really", Joyce piped up from the chair she was sitting in. "But you wouldn't know it from how he bawled like a baby."

"Hey I think I have a right to scream and shout when my leg's outta whack."

"You got your little girl in a panic and she called your son down", Joyce waved a hand at Steve.

"Better than leaving me at the mercy of you."

"Well maybe I should've let Will drive you to the hospital, how about that?"

Jim had a comeback for that while El slid in next to Steve with a sigh. "They were like this the whole. way. here."

"Well, that's what you get for your schemes. Joyce said it's just a sprain though. He should be fine. But I'm sorry it didn't go the way you planned." Steve gave her a pat on the shoulder.

Lucas and Max came in, along with Jonathan and Will.

"Will told us everything!", Lucas exclaimed.

"So uh, did you ever find the punk the skateboard belonged to?", Max asked, eyes shifty. "Because I bet it was Todd Palmer."

"Definitely", Lucas agreed. "Definitely Todd Palmer. There's no way it could belong to any of us." Which got him a swift smack in the arm from Max.

"What's this about plans and schemes?", Jim asked, bypassing all of the rest.

El let out a sigh. "We were trying to surprise you for your birthday." She looked utterly heartbroken.

"C'mere, kiddo", Jim said from the hospital bed. He enveloped his daughter in a hug. "You know what we always say. It's the thought that counts. You know I don't need a big party or fancy gifts-"

Mike and Dustin bursted through the doors. "You guys won't believe what we had to go through to get this gift!", Dustin shouted.

"Dude! Hospital! Inside voice!", Steve also shouted though not as loudly.

"We were waiting for the mailman, right?", Mike launched, ignoring Steve. "But the truck drove right past us-"

"So we're chasin' and chasin' after this guy, shouting at him to stop the car-", Dustin continued.

"And he goes all the way back to the post office-"

"We get in, try and tell them what happened but they won't give it to us without proof of address which is totally agist-"

"So we had to sneak into the back and find the box but we got caught and they started chasing us and I'm pretty sure we just committed a felony."

"But we got the present~", Dustin sang triumphantly, holding the box over his head.

He put it at the foot of Jim's bed and everyone looked at him expectantly. Jim rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the possible package theft that the two kids committed and grabbed the box. It did in fact have their current address on it. He opened it and took out book with the utmost reverence.

"Is that?", Steve started to ask.

"My mother's recipes", Jim confirmed. He looked to El. "How did you?"

"I have my ways", she smiled. "You told me she had a pancake recipe that would make me forget all about waffles."

Jim laughed softly. "That she did." He pulled her in for another hug and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks, kid."

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Later, Jim was released and Steve helped him into the house and onto the couch. The other kids felt bad even now and were still lingering around in the house even though they had nothing to do.

"Just relax and let cable TV soothe you", Dustin said as he turned on the television while Steve went up to his room.

"Which one of you little nerds went through my stuff?!", he shouted from upstairs.

Lucas and Max shared a look of panic before bolting from the house.

Episode 2

[bigtreefest]

Hello Essie! I'm sure you'll be shocked by which fic I'm asking about. 🤣

3. Which part of The Rainmaker (so far) was hardest to write?

Haha, Kris, you know how much I love talking about The Rainmaker, though!! It’s an addiction!! So thank you for feeding into that, I’ll never complain😂

I don’t wanna cheat and say what I’m trying to write right now is difficult, but I will anyway. I’m currently working on chapter 8, and it’s hard because there are so many ideas I tossed down, wanting to use for the future, and lining them up correctly, plus making sure they make sense timeline-wise for character development is proving a little difficult. It’s fine, though, because Decks is kicking me through it😅 “what do you mean it’s hard? It’s literally all right there. Just do it.” Oh, she’s a sassy little thing, and kinda heartless at times, but she’s my best friend I swear (actually she is very heavily based off my best friend but that’s a song for another time).

As for the parts I’ve posted already, I’d say Chapter 2: Cooks in the Kitchen was kind of daunting. I think it was first time I was truly establishing the dynamic for Steve and Decks independent of their friends, and within their own environment. Plus, while writing, there was the constant question of ‘how mean is too mean?’ Because I wanted there to be a standoffishness between them, especially on her part since he’s just weirdly…around? But also, there’s just something underlying that draws them to each other despite all the other stuff that they can’t quite put their finger on. Plus, they’re both such hard workers, so at the end of the day, they’re being diligent and doing their jobs, but just in slightly different ways. Many subtleties in their actions and I hope those came across.

Thank you so much for asking!!🥰

Questions fic writers want to be asked (ask game)

[gabbysdawsons]

Okay so I had some more ideas for the crossover between Abra and my Dev, and you can tell me if anything feels off to you but I kind of felt like I had to share them (and also I would very much like to be better friends with you so this is me trying to start a conversation):

So I feel like their first meeting would be something like, Steve brings Dev to the tower to meet the other Avengers, and Dev is just like… freaking the fuck out because he’s about to meet actual literal superheroes, only to see Abra there because she was already spending time with Clint, and he sort of gravitates towards her because she’s the only other “normal” person there and it puts him at ease.

The initial conversation would probably be kind of stilted, because Dev is not great at talking to new people (mostly due to his problems reading social cues), but I feel like the more they hung out around each other and talked, they’d wind up becoming pretty good friends.

Dev is actually kind of impressed by Abra’s past as a scam artist, mainly because he sucks at lying and is in mild awe of anyone who’s able to do it well enough to make a living out of it (😂).

And he also really admires her for being brave enough to go out and be a hero, even if it was never really what she wanted, because he was never brave enough to do that, even if it might have been easier for him than her because of his mutation.

Speaking of Dev’s mutation, there are very few people in the MCU he actually trusts with the knowledge of his air manipulation (Steve, Sam, and Bucky, obviously, but also Natasha just because it’s lowkey impossible to keep secrets from her), but I really think Abra would be one of those people that he trusts.

I can honestly picture, though, him making a big deal out of it and being crazy nervous and then making a small tornado in his palm to show her and she’s just like, “Huh. Okay,” because this woman has seen Wanda Maximoff’s chaos magic up close and it takes a lot to phase her now.

Also, I can totally see them teasing each other about their respective relationships, especially once Bucky joins Dev and Sam’s relationship, because Bucky is notoriously broody and intimidating and Clint is… well, Clint.

I’m not really sure what Abra’s doing during The Falcon and the Winter Solider, but I can totally see Dev calling her a few times over the course of the story just to freak out about what’s going on.

“Abra?! You are not going to believe this, Bucky just broke Zemo out of prison. Yes, that Zemo… no, you can’t come to Madripoor just to kill him, we kinda need him for this!”

Oooh, and the thought of him becoming kind of an honorary uncle to Kate once Abra and Clint take her in?? Because he can totally relate to the intense social awkwardness she has, and I can picture the two of them just rambling together for hours and Abra just looking on like, “Oh, great, now I’ve got to deal with two of them.”

But yeah, those were just some thoughts I had!! Again, if any of those don’t feel right to you or if you wanna add something else, I’d love to talk to you about it!! Hope you’re doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤

oh i have so many thoughts to add to this!!

Abra has- very few people who are allowed to call her Abby. and by very few people I mean two: Clint, and Nate because he thinks that's her name. However, I do think she would be perfectly okay with Dev calling her Abby because she likes him. he's her friend which she- can't really say about a lot of people she's met through the avengers initiative. 

and she would be so! excited! that Steve even has a friend. because he's her work bestie, she likes knowing that he actually has a friend outside of work, and she likes Dev even more once she realizes he's- almost nothing like most of the people she sees on a daily basis. He's nice and genuine and normal, and it is just so beyond refreshing.

Tbh I think he is also one of the few people she would trust to actually- introduce her kids to. Because- really what are the odds he's going to be some supervillain hellbent on destroying her life?

and yes! when she sees his powers she would just be like "aw. cute!" not even meaning it in a condescending manner, it's just- not a whole lot compared to being put through Wanda's mindmelting reality warp. 

and in terms of them teasing each other. that is perfect. and Abra would, every time she sees Dev and Bucky together, just completely unseriously say "you know he tried to kill me, right?" 

and! she is actually a part of Falcon and Winter Soldier! She had the week off because Clint had the kids so she figured- why not help out where she can? And she- wouldn't love all the superhero stuff, but she would love getting to spend some time with Dev. 

oh okay so this isn't *really* Abra and idk if Dev disappears during Endgame or not, but if he doesn't- I'm just imagining him being Janie's English teacher. and she is- struggling during those 5 years. Clint- really dropped the ball with his parenting and she misses her mom, and she really just needs somebody and Dev was her mom's friend so she would probably end up coming to him for support occasionally. 

and then i made some gifs for them bc i just had to. i kind of love them already

[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

I GOT SO HAPPY AT HOW EXCITED YOU GOT ABOUT WRITING FOR STEVE. I DONT WANNA RUSH YOU IN THE LEAST BUT YOU ARE SO TALENTED. WOULDNT A STEVE HC WHERE MAYBE UH (I’ll stop screaming now) he takes her to meet the whole gang officially maybe during the upside down stuff? Maybe she gets along with Robin or Max?? Love u byeeeee :)

STOP THATS IT YOURE LITERALLY MY KNEW FAVORITE PERSON ILY TYSMMM STOP AND OFC I'LL WRITE THAT

NO CAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA YOU JUST MADE MY DAY

btw im so sorry this is sm more than what you asked for but i get excited and carried away when I really like a request or prompt

Steve Harrington Introducing You to the Gang....

~You’re so nervous to meet everyone at first

~You’re especially worried to meet Dustin cause you fear that if Dustin doesn’t approve, that’s it for your relationship

~The previous day, you were complaining to Steve about these pounding headaches you were having and the fact that you kept having nightmares that almost seemed like flashbacks from when you were 10

~Steve was the only one who knew about your trauma. You had seen your dad have a stroke when you were 10 and you were so scared you froze and when your mom walked in it was too late

~Once Steve found out what the symptoms of the Vecna attacks were, he remembered that you told him about this stuff, so he immediately drove to your house as fast as he could

~When you opened the door he practically tackled you and was kissing you all over your face

~He tried to explain everything as best and as quickly as he could but he decided it would be best for Dustin and Nancy to explain

~The entire car ride your leg was bouncing up and down as Steve drove to Nancys house

~Much to your surprise, everyone was super nice to you

~Dustin was ecstatic

~He was so happy to meet you because of how happy you made Steve

~They tried their best to explain what was happening but you were so confused

~“Have you had any hallucinations? Have you seen some sort of weird ticking clock?” Max was asking all of this with a worried look on her face

~You though back to earlier before Steve arrived at your house. You did have a hallucination but you assumed you were just tired

~You looked at Steve and he pulled you away so you could tell him in private

~“I, uh, before you picked me up I saw- well I thought I saw my dad sitting down in the chair he used to always watch the games in but when I turned it to see if it was him he-”

~You started tearing up and Steve pulled you into a hug 

~“It was like he was having the stroke all over again. Steve it was awful”

~Steve calmed you down really quickly and you walked back over to the group

~“Yeah. She’s been having hallucinations.” Steve said before turning to face you as he put his hands on your shoulders

~“But that’s all they were. Hallucinations. It wasn’t real. I promise baby”

~He pulled you into a hug and you nuzzled into his chest, feeling a sense of comfort as you smelled the cologne that he always wore

~“Awww... eugh. Can we get back to saving lives here?”

~“I’m comforting my girl here you little shit”

~“Comfort her by saving her life”

~When you guys were in the car to go to the cemetery you saw Max’s hands shaking slightly

~“Hey, you okay?”

~“Yeah I’m fine.”

~“Really? Cause you don’t look it.”

“Yeah I’m fine. This whole Vecna shit is just stressing me out.”

~“Tell me about it. If you wanna talk, you can talk to me though.”

~“Yeah thanks”

~You could tell Max really wasn’t all there but after a few minutes she suddenly asked you something you weren’t expecting

~“What was your issue?”

~“What do you mean?”

~“Everyone who’s being targeted has some sort of issues. What was yours?”

~“Oh... uh-”

~“Max! You can’t just ask that! Don’t answer that, babe”

~“No, no it’s fine Steve. Uh, when I was 10 I witnessed my dad have a stroke and I, uh, I got scared and froze. He ended up dying...”

~Steve placed a hand on your thigh, keeping one on the wheel

~“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think it’d be that serious. Mine’s kinda the same. Last summer I- I saw Billy get stabbed and die. And all I did was watch”

~You looked behind and saw that she was tearing up. You reached behind and decided to hold her hand. No one said anything as you all sat there in an awkward but comfortable silence

~When you got to the cemetery and the whole Vecna thing happened with Max, after Lucas comforted her she went to you and asked you how you coped with your dad

~“Well it took some time, a while actually, but I stayed with people who I knew would be there for me and help me through it. I tried not to distance myself because I knew it would just make me more lonely than I already was. Honestly Max, you want my advice? Stick with Lucas. I can tell he really cares for you”

~After that, Max didn’t wanna leave your side. She found it comforting that you knew somewhat how she felt

~She even forced Steve to let Dustin sit upfront so she could sit next to you in the car

~When you guys were in the car driving back to Nancy’s house, you dozed off for a second

~When you woke up you were back in your old room from when you were 10. You were confused as to how you woke up in a bed that you haven’t laid in for 8 years

~You looked around and saw photo frames of you and your dad. They looked like they were in order of when you were younger to older. There was one where you were on his back, your two front teeth missing. 

~Another was when you looked about 8 and you were in a blanket fort with him. You couldn’t help but smile as you thought back to the old memories you had pushed away to the back of your mind. 

~In the last frame, you were 10 and sitting on your dads lap in the same chair he had died in. You remember posing for the photo, but there was something different about it. Your dad. He looked pale and his eyes were open but there was no life in them. He wasn’t smiling at all. He looked just like he did after his stroke. 

~Then you noticed something you’d never seen before. There was a clock. You tried your hardest to remember where that clock had come from, but you’d never seen it before.

~All of a sudden you heard ticking all around you. When you looked back in the frame you saw something coming out of the clock. Spiders. You’ve always been terrified of spiders. You were confused as to how the photo was moving, but that though quickly left your mind as the spiders came closer and closer until they were crawling out of the frame and onto your hand

~You dropped the frame on the ground, the glass cracking. You started freaking out and hyperventilating

~You suddenly felt a sharp stinging on your face and you were back in the car

~The car was pulled over to the side of the road and you saw Max’s hand in the air

~“DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO SLAP HER?!” You knew the yell was Steve by the way his voice was an octave higher (Steve’s voice gets higher when hes scared or upset. argue with the wall)

~“I WOKE HER UP DIDN’T I?!”

~“She has a point”

~“Shut your mouth, Henderson, before I shut it for you!”

~“What the fuck happened?”

~“You fell asleep for a second and next think we knew you were hyperventilating and shaking” Lucas explained

~“I saw it. The clock thing. And I have a pounding headache again”

~“Here, I have Tylenol in my bag” Max reached into her bag and handed you one of the pills

~“Henderson, switch seats with Y/n. Now.”

~“How is us switching seats gonna help-”

~“I said now Henderson!”

~You switched with Dustin and Steve kept his hand on your thigh the whole car ride

~The next day Steve stayed up all night as you slept on his chest and he played with your hair

~Whenever you got too still, Steve would get worried and put his fingers on your neck to check your pulse, accidentally waking you up every time

~When you guys went to help Eddie as skull rock you had remembered something

~One time you and Steve were relaxing there just laying down on a blanket together. That’s when you had told him about your father.

~“Hey Max, can I have another Tylenol?”

~“Still, baby? Does it hurt that bad”

~“Yeah Steve, my head is killing me. Might take myself out at this point, just to get it over with”

~Everyone looked at you with worried looks

~“Relax guys, it was a joke. Yeesh the world is about to end and suddenly you all lose your sense of humor?”

~Everyone was talking bout the compass when ll of a sudden Steve turned to you

~“Hey babe. Remember what conversation we had here?”

~“What?”

~“Remember when you told me how you watched your dad die. How you just stood there like a coward and watched the man who did everything for you, die from a stroke?”

~“Steve, why the hell are you talking like this?”

~“I can’t believe you just stood there and watched your dad die from a stroke. You could’ve helped him. You had the opportunity to call 911 but you didn’t. I wish I was able to call 911 when I watched my brother die.”  You looked over at Max and she was staring at you with a disgusted face

~“I- I froze. I was 10 and I was terrified. I-I didn’t know what was happening...”

~“At least take responsibility for your actions. Don’t blame it on your age. God, why am I dating such a coward. I don’t want you anymore. I can’t be seen with some pussy.”

~“Steve what the fuck?!”

~You were crying at this point. You were hurt and confused. That’s when all of a sudden you heard a voice from behind you. A voice you hadn’t heard in 8 years.

~“He has a point, princess. You stood there. You stood there and you watched me die.”

~It was your dad. He looked exactly as he did in the frame. He was pale and his eyes were lifeless. He looked as though his soul drained out of him. Somehow you weren’t in skull rock anymore. You were at your childhood home, standing in the exact same spot you were in when you saw your dad die.

~“Daddy! I was 10! I’m so sorry Daddy I didn’t know what to do! I was just a child! I didn’t know-”

~Another voice came from the side. You didn’t see anyone standing there. Then you looked at the TV, and you saw a tall gray creature looking at you from inside the TV. Vecna

~“You’re fathers right. You stood there and watched. You watched your father die and did nothing about it. Is it because you wanted him dead?”

~“What?! No! I loved my dad! He was my best friend-”

~“Then why did you let him die, Y/n? Was it because you were tired of him choosing to watch his sports over playing with you? We both know you hated when he sat in that chair and watched TV, because that meant he was spending less time with you. Am I right?”

~“No! I would never do that to him! I was scared! I didn’t have a clue!” At this point you were sobbing and second guessing yourself. Did you really let your father die because you were upset he chose to watch TV over playing with you?

~That’s when the creature started crawling out of the screen and into the living room

~You tried to back away but your father held you in place

~“Face it Y/n. You’re a liar and a coward. You let your father die instead of helping him by calling the police. And then you had the audacity to fake being depressed about it for years.” The creature said as he inched closer to you

~“I wasn’t faking it! I was diagnosed! And I didn’t let him die! I was terrified-” Hot tears were streaming down your face as the thing was finally in front of you

~“Shhh” It stuck its pointy finger to your lips as if it was trying to shut you up

“It’s okay, Y/n. It’s time for you to stop faking the pain. It’s time for you to join your father”

*Meanwhile with the group*

“MAX QUICK WHAT SONGS DO YOU HAVE?! HURRY BEFORE HE TAKES HER TOO!”

~They all looked through the cassette tapes that Max had

~“WHATS HER FAVORITE SONG?!” Dustin screamed as they went through the different tapes

~“I DON’T KNOW” 

~“HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW YOUR GIRLFRIENDS FAVORITE SONG HARRINGTON?!” Eddie yelled as he tried slapping you awake

~“I- IT CHANGES ALL THE TIME OKAY?! SHE HAS LIKE 5 AT THE MOMENT! THAT ONE! THAT ONE RIGHT THERE BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY!” 

~They quickly put the tape in and stuck Max’s headphones onto your head

*Back with Daddy Vecna (IM SORRY I HATED THAT)*

~Vecna was lifting his hand, as if he was gonna grab your head, when you heard music

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality

~The thing looked to see where it was coming from, and you saw the your front door open and on the outside was Steve calling out your name and shaking your shoulders, Eddie freaking out and screaming ‘not again’ over and over, and the rest trying to wake you

Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see

~The gray monstrosity standing before you looked over at the door and tried to close it, but it wouldn’t budge

~He walked over to you and tried to lift his hand again

~Listening to the song, you remembered all the times you had had a dance party to it at 3 am when you were home alone because your mom was out of town

~You thought of all the times you and Steve sang this song in the car when you felt like going for a drive

~You remembered all the time you two had danced around together, all the kisses you had shared, all the hours spent laying in bed together

~Then you remembered the first time you had heard the song. You were 6. You were dancing in the kitchen with your Dad as your mom cooked. She was yelling at you guys to get out of the kitchen and stop annoying her, but she had the biggest smile on her face.

~Your father was a kindhearted man. He was your best friend. You weren’t jealous when he would watch the games, because you’d watch with him. Your father knew you were just scared. That’s when you came to your senses. This man holding you wasn’t your father. He was a figment of your imagination. And Vecna wasn’t really there 

~You looked back at the door and you were now in the air with Dustin tugging at your feet

~You couldn’t die. You couldn’t leave Steve. You had the rest of your life to live with him. You refused to die by some creepy ass slimy demon

~“You’re not here. This is all in my mind”

~“Believe what you want Y/n, but I’m here. Whether it’s in your mind or not, I’m here.”

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

~You looked outside one last time before staring Vecna in the eyes

~You threw your head back, hitting your fake father, causing him to release you 

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

~You then grabbed a vine from Vecnas neck and pulled at it, causing him to bleed

Oh, baby, can’t do this to me baby

~You took that as a chance to run while he tried to recover

Just gotta get out

~Your fake father got in the way and you pushed him

Just gotta get right outta here

~“Are you going to leave me to die again Y/n?!” He yelled as you were about to exit

~“I never left you to die. And you’re not real” 

~As you were about to jump out, Vecna reached to grab you as he yelled no, but he missed

~The next thing you knew, you were falling from the air, and into Steve’s arms

~You immediately broke out into a sob as Steve held you close, mentally beating himself up for not noticing the signs sooner

[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-21

A/N:I do not know Justin, or anyone associated with the LA Chargers. This is just fanfiction

The rest of the week was a Rollercoaster.

AnnSophie didn't go to workout with Sara at the practice facility, always playing it off like she had somewhere to be, something to do. She claimed it was due to helping her friend get ready for her calendar shoot but she could put money on it being the 6 foot 5 defense end. Who by the way, was asking if she was coming back and how long she was in town for. Not that he cared or anything.

She was on Justin to find out what happened. Sure she got some details from AnnSophie, but she was nosy. All of her girlfriends shared this trait. They were all like sisters. 

Speaking of, there was some communication from the ones from Pittsburgh and Missouri. They all had a three way chat on the phone. Their dad was being stubborn, which led to an explosive fight between him and mom. Aunt Willa was shooting her mouth off to anyone who would listen about what an ungrateful Hollywood brat Sara became. It didn't make any headlines that she knew of. But Heidi was still checking.

Then Christine McVie died, which devastated Sara. She had met her a handful of times through Stevie, and they had developed a close relationship. One of her favorite moments was introducing her father to the band, in which he raved about the backstory behind his youngest  name that he picked out personally. Fleetwood mac was something she and her dad bonded over.

That night when she got the news she stared at her phone, wondering if she should reach out to her dad. After a couple of hours of debate she sent a simple text.

Christine died. 

She knew her dad would know by the first name. He responded an hour later 

I know. Thanks.

That was it. No I'm sorry no I love you. Justin walked into her house to find his girlfriend sobbing on the couch, holding Nova . Setting down his bags, he rushed over to her and pulled her close. He was silent, letting her cry it out before she told him everything that transpired. Justin shook his head when she explained what had happened with her dad.

"He's a fool Sara, I don't want to trash him because I never met him, but what kinda man doesn't choose his own child." He shook his head. She sniffled and looked up at him. "Thank you, I just don't understand. We were so close growing up and now it's like we are so far apart."

He rubbed her back. "Wanna have pizza and wine tonight?"

"Justin, that's not in your diet." He got up and grabbed his phone. "Two slices and a glass of wine won't kill me." He dialed the place. "What do you want?"

She smiled. "Deep dish, with spinach and mushrooms." She laughed at the face he made before turning to social media to post a picture of Christine and her. She wrote her tribute on Instagram before sharing pictures of her that they took together. She was scrolling through the tributes and saw Harry liked her post, as well as posted a tribute of his own.

Scrolling through everyone's tributes got her thinking. Fleetwood Mac has many fans, they're career spanned through decades. They had tons of fans young and old.

What if they put on a tribute concert?

She jumped up from the couch, having a sense of clarity since yesterday. She ran outside to Justin's backyard. She dialed Steve's number.

"Hello?"

Then she realized Stevie's time zone was a few hours ahead of her. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I can call back later "

"It's fine hun, I know you are calling to discuss Christine." Sara smiled. "How are you doing? How's John doing?"

"We are all doing as well as can be. It was very unexpected. We didn't know she was sick." 

"Stevie, I had an idea. What if we did a memorial tribute concert for her memory? Any money we make can go to her favorite charity?"

It was silent, Sara was afraid it was going to get shut down. Finally, "I think it's a wonderful idea. I can get some of the band to perform her songs and ours." Things were still tense with Lindsey Buckingham and Sara had never met him. "I mean we could do other bands as well. "I don't know if we would sell tickets to fans or have an event sponsored. I have some connections, but I don't know."

"I have faith in you Sara, you were always an ambitious woman. I'm proud of you, you are like the daughter I never had." Sara smiled at that, tears in her eyes. She played with the moon necklace that Stevie gifted her and Harry one Christmas. It was for close friends. "Well I got named Sara for a reason."

They spoke a little regarding the details. Obviously it would take a lot of time and effort, but she was dedicated to this. It would be an amazing tribute to an amazing woman who made a tremendous mark on the music industry.

Feeling better, she headed back inside. A lot of time must have passed. Because the pizza was set up at the table. Justin served the slices. "Who was that?"

"Stevie. I was thinking about putting on a tribute concert for Christine ." Justin stopped what he was doing.

"As in Stevie Nicks?" She nodded. "Wow." Sometimes it was easy to forget how famous his girlfriend truly was. "My parents listen to them all the time."

"My dad is a huge fan."

They both sat down to eat. Nova took her spot on the coach to overlook the gathering. "So you never told me the full story on how you got your name." Justin took a swig of his wine. Sara smiled. "I'm surprised you didn't look it up."

Justin grabbed her hand. "I wanted to hear it from you."

She squeezed his hand. "Well, my older sisters are nine, six, and four years older than me. My parents always say they didn't have a fourth to try for a boy but I call it crap." She laughed. "Well when they were at the ultrasound the tech told my mom I was a boy. It was a national celebration in my family. But my dad wasn't sold. He even told me 'I had a feeling you were a girl, it didn't matter how much blue stuff your mother bought.' "

Justin smiled. "What did your mom say?"

Sara laughed. She always told him he was crazy. But he maintained his stance. My mom went into labor early morning June 29th and when they were on the way to the hospital they were still arguing about my sex. My mom told my dad if he was right he would get to name me since she had no names picked out for a girl.

"What was your name supposed to be if you were a boy?"

"Derek Michael Wozniak. Michael after my dad, Derek after her brother and my grandfather."

Justin smiled. "So where did the name Sara come in?"

"Well my dad is a huge Fleetwood mac fan. He was flipping the radio while they were en route to the hospital and the song 'Sara' came on. Well he thought about it and his favorite band member was Christine McVie. So he thought 'Sara Christine'."

"It's a beautiful name, it suits you. What did your mom think of it?"

She laughed. "My mom is trendy, she wanted me to be Jessica. My dad always points out though that Sara was popular but with an 'h'. I hated it when teachers and classmates automatically assumed I spelled it with an H. My aunt Willa would purposely spell it with an H just to piss me off. She said it was prettier when it was spelled how the Bible spells it.

Justin smiled. "Your name suits you."

"How did your mom come up with your names?"

"Well Mitch is actually Mark Mitchell Herbert after My dad, but they called him Mitch so he has his own identity. She liked my name and my brother's." Sara nodded, her phone buzzing with a message interrupted them. She looked. "It's Joey." 

Justin's face hardened. "What does he want?"

"AnnSophie's number." She turned her phone around to show him the text. Sure enough it was Bosa straight to the point. Justin relaxed. "So what exactly happened between them?"

Sara shook her head. "Annie told me she had a 'fling' with him in high school. Don't know the backstory or nothing."

Justin was confused. "Well that's odd. His last girlfriend Jackie he was with since high school up to a few years ago. So I don't know when that thing went down."

Now it was his girlfriend's turn to be baffled. "I want to ask but it seemed like a sore subject. I don't know if she would like me giving him her number."

Justin shrugged. "Just don't reply to him. Eventually he will get the hint to leave you alone." He said that part with a little bitterness. She gave him a look. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to upset you by texting him. I do consider him and your teammates friends. Since I'm around you I'm going to be around them."

Justin looked down. "You're right. I don't need to be upset." She grabbed his hand. "Hey if you're upset talk to me okay? I want us to have open communication." He smiled and rubbed his thumb over her wrist. "Same goes for you."

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December. No matter how many years Sara had resided in California it was weird not to be bundled up with hot chocolate as you're running errands.

She was out and about on rodeo drive, trying to do some quick shopping before the photoshoot AnnSophie had set up for her. They had to do it fast as her friend was only in town for a few more days before heading back to Florida to retrieve her daughter. 

Luckily no one had seemed to recognize her. The cameramen weren't even around to take photos. She had her hood up, hair in a bun with sunglasses and a mask.

Justin was at practice before leaving for the game against the Raiders. He was clingy for the rest of the week, which was nice, and unusual for him but she remembered that she had told him when she was leaving for overseas.

January 5th

Everyday the date was getting closer. It was a countdown. She wouldn't be back in Los Angeles til March 12th, missing his birthday by a couple of days. Sara had already begun packing for the three months away. Erika was back in town with a few plates of cookies that her mother sent from the cookie day that was a part of the Thanksgiving fiasco. Erika had said that her trailer and hotel were all set up for her arrival on the Dune 2 set. 

It was funny, because Sara liked going to different places for filming, and if had asked her six months ago, she would tell you she was looking forward to being away from everything, to get lost in her character. But now things have changed due to a freakishly tall quarterback that had stolen her heart.

Once her shopping haul was done she went back to her house where the scene was set. The only thing she had to go back to Justin's house was for his jersey that she had to take out of his closet for one of the months. She had texted him asking him if he had left yet. He responded with a yes and a question mark. She played it off as it had something to do with Nova. 

As quick as traffic would allow she ran in, made sure Nova had enough food in her automatic feeder, grabbed the jersey and went back to her house.

She had to admit, her best friend did an excellent job with making her basement look like a professional photo shoot. "Annie, how did you get all of this together?"

She shrugged as she was testing out the lens. "You don't work in fashion and don't crossover behind the scenes. I called Bella and she gave me some tips and connections. Speaking of." She grabbed her phone and called the other model on facetime. When Sara looked at her funny she smiled. "Bella wanted to see the shoot"

All three of them went over how Sara should pose. Some pictures had a theme such as February was red lighting with her posed nude, a teddy bear hiding all the good parts. She did flash some boob, but only one in March, cake smeared on her body with the icing reading 'Happy Birthday baby'

They went through many poses and lighting. Sara made sure to have good angles of her ass since Justin was lowkey an ass man (he always says it didn't matter but she knew by the amount of bruises on her tush)

After a touch up of her makeup she slipped on his Oregon jersey. Turning towards the camera she lifted it up to reveal her bare ass, green body paint spelling out ‘Go Ducks!’ she laughed as she heard the click of the camera. "Did you think when we met on the Victoria Secret red carpet five years ago you'd be doing this?"

Her friend and Bella laughed.

The shoot in total took over six hours, and they still weren't done. They did need a break, and they promised to pick back up the next day while watching the Chargers hopefully beat the Raiders

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They did not beat the Raiders.

They had the big screen television as they resumed the shoot. AnnSophie was making it obvious that she was looking for Joey's number on the field.

Sara rolled her eyes as she changed outfits. "You know he's injured? So he won't be out there."

Her friend tried to play dumb. "Who?"

"You know who. You're Joseph Bosa.” She mocked. AnnSophie rolled her eyes.  “Please. He likes you Sara."

"No he doesn't. We are just friends, he has friendly mannerisms with everybody. You know that." AnnSophie shut up. She knew Joey longer than anyone.

"So tell me did you guys date or was it just sex?" Sara was probing, not expecting any real answer. 

It was quiet for a moment, Sara was going back to the set to pose for another photo before her friend answered.

"It was just sex, for him at least. He had a girlfriend that was on and off. When it was off I was his comfort person.”

Sara was stunned. She didn’t think her friend was that type of person.  “Well you must have left an impression, he keeps messaging me asking for your contact information.” AnnSophie whipped her head towards the brunette so fast. “Sara please tell me-”

“I didn’t give him anything. I told him I wasn’t comfortable giving out personal information like that unless it was okay with you. I guess I have my answer then.” They dropped the sore subject after that.

They finished the shoot to see  a few minutes in the 4th quarter. However, they couldn't get it done. 

Shit. 

Shit.

Sara checked the standings. Chargers were still in the hunt, but their chances were looking slim. They now had to win all of their upcoming games, which Justin would never admit but Sara and everyone else saw that their defense is trash.

While she and AnnSophie ate the pizza they ordered and went to edit the photos, she decided to stay at her house for the first time in a while. She didn't want to ditch her friend.

She had messaged Justin that there were leftovers in the fridge from when she made stuffed shells and a Ceasar salad.

Like the last time the team lost she expected extreme silence. And for a moment she thought that was what she was going to get

Until a text came in late

Where are you?

She was on the couch with AnnSophie, she was doing some last minute retouching while Sara was ordering Christmas gifts for her family.  She was confused when she read the message

S:I am at home with Annie, why?

J: Since when do you go to your place?

S: I was busy with work, plus I thought you needed space after the loss

J: I don't need space, I need you

Sara felt bad, because she didn't want to leave her friend hanging. As much as she hated to realize it, she was losing herself in the relationship, which she swore she would never do again. Well that was what was happening. Also she made so many sacrifices for him.

S: I'm available on facetime if you want to talk.

He read it quick, and then the text bubble

J: I'm coming over.

Her eyes widened, and she looked over at her friend. Who was unaware of the situation at hand. She swallowed thickly.

S: Justin, that's too far to go at this time. Plus you still have to be at the facility in less than a few hours.

J: I don't care, your place is a bit closer, so it will work out.

She looked over. "Hey, so I guess Justin is coming over." AnnSophie was surprised. "I thought he wanted to be left alone."

Sara shrugged. "That's what I thought as well. He's not taking no for an answer. I'm sorry."

"Sara I don't give a shit. I like Justin, I just don't wanna hear you two fucking."

"Please, I don't think he's in the mood. Also he wouldn't do it while you were here."

Sara had another thought. "Shit I hope he doesn't go into the basement." She ran into her room which was messier than usual. It had outfits everywhere. Justin's Oregon jersey was laying on the bed. With a quickness she didn't know was possible she threw all of her 'props' underneath the bed. Going around the room, she fine toothed, and combed everything so it was pristine. 

It had been almost an half an hour after their last exchange before she heard the key in the lock. She came out to the living room to see Justin walk in and say hi to her friend. As soon as he saw her he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her. She rubbed his back as he held her in his arms. "I'm sorry baby." She murmured as she felt him plant a kiss on top of her head.

He was silent, the room was silent. Until she heard his stomach growl. "Did you eat the leftovers?" She felt him shake his head. "No, I didn't even check. I just saw you weren't there and I came here."

That was sweet, but he needed food. "I have some leftover pizza in the fridge. It's not healthy but." He headed towards the fridge and began to take out the plastic bag. He moved around like he knew the place pretty well considering they didn't spend much time at her place. Which was funny, cause the first month of their relationship he was over at her place all of the time.

AnnSophie looked over at Justin. "Your teammate Joey, is he injured?"

 Justin nodded with pizza in his mouth. Once he swallowed he spoke. "Yes. He has a tear in his groin. Hopefully he will be back before the playoffs. If we even make it." He muttered that last part.

AnnSophie excused herself to go to the bathroom. She made the mistake of leaving her laptop open with a couple of the photos. Justin sat down on the couch and looked at the blown up photo that was being edited. 

Sara was finishing brushing her teeth and came in and saw that. "Shit!" He turned to look at her. "What's this for?"

The photo on the screen was her in scantily clad lingerie on a red plush beanie bag. It was for the month of February and the bra was revealing. It was see through, as well as the panties, so you could see her waxed mound.

She had to think of a lie so she didn't blow her gift. "It's for the fenty shoot, promotional shots."

"So everyone is going to be seeing this?" She almost wanted to laugh as she saw his jaw clenching. "Well it's still being edited. It might not make the final cut. But it might."

She saw his hand go on the laptop and click another one. The one where her left boob was out. "They would allow this? Your whole tit is out!"

Luckily he was so absorbed in what was on the screen he couldn't see the smile on her face. "I mean it's whatever they chose. Why what's wrong?"

Justin shook his head. "I just don't know if I'm comfortable with everyone seeing you like this."

"I've had sexy photoshoots. Esquire magazine had me nude."

"Yeah but you were covered by a coat." She was surprised that he knew that. She didn't think he would pay attention to past shoots. "This is you practically nude! Everyone is going to see this!" He finally turned towards her. He noticed her laughing.

"You think it's funny that everyone gets to see you the way I see you?" She was taking steps backwards as he stepped towards her. Finally her back was against the counter. She was trapped by his hands on both sides of her. "Well if this was published. It wouldn't be in a magazine - it would be online."

He groaned. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?" She laughed. "Well what do you want me to do about it?"

Sara was loving this. Justin didn't come off as a jealous type. Or at least someone that expresses it. "Can you tell someone you don't want to use any of those photos where you're practically nude?"

She shrugged. "I think it's too late, plus it's not up to me. Just tell your teammates not to look."

Justin growled. Before she knew it she was being picked up and in a flash, thrown on her bed. She laughed as her oversized tee-shirt (courtesy of his closet) was thrown somewhere. She opened her legs but instead she was thrown on her knees. Before she could say anything he slapped her ass hard enough to where she fell forward on the bed. She felt his fingers hit her spot between her legs.

She moaned as she felt his tongue combine with his hands. "Baby please I need you inside of me." He moved and she heard him undress. Justin was inside her and found a rhythm quickly, not having the patience either.

Sara forgot they weren't alone. Justin was rough and fast and she loved it. "Uh uh uh." Along with skin slapping was sound throughout her room. She heard Justin's soft moans behind her. Oh how much she loved the noises Justin made, he wasn't the most vocal, but the noises he did make were so hot. It let her know he was enjoying it as much as she was. Eventually she found herself getting close, which she knew he could tell based on his movements and noises. "Oh fuck Sara."

Her front collapsed on the bed as the orgasm washed over her, Justin right behind her. Moaning, he filled her up before putting his weight on her. Eventually he rolled off and onto his stomach. Taking the opportunity of him exposing his backside, she slapped his ass. He flinched. "What the hell was that for?" She laughed. "Oh so Crosby and Carr get to do it. But with me that's different.?"

"It's part of the game. I do it with my teammates all the time. With you it's different." She saw him raise his hand out of the corner of her eye and quickly tried to roll on her back but he was faster. "OWW!" She cried out and glared at him. "My hit wasn't that hard asshole." His hand rubbed the spot he hit with also a couple squeeze thrown in. They cuddled together and Sara ran her fingers through his hair. His breathing evened out and she had thought he'd fallen asleep. "I love you," She whispered.

He mumbled. "I love you too"

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Sara woke up late, he was gone. Which was to be expected. She decided not to go to the facility today. Instead she had more runway practice and she was going to attempt kickboxing with her friend.

Speaking of, she found her in the kitchen drinking a breakfast smoothie. She was on the phone speaking in a low voice so Sara couldn't hear. AnnSophie was giggling, when she looked up and saw Sara standing in the doorway with a questioning look on her face, she quickly said bye and hung up. "I didn't know you were up. Well get ready,we are meeting Stephanie in an hour."

"And just who was that?" The blonde shook her head. "It was nobody, come on let's go."

They got ready and headed to West Hollywood. They did a couple hours of training. In which Sara looked and felt more confident. Granted, she wasn't supermodel material like Bella and AnnSophie, but she wouldn't be made fun of out there.

The paparazzi was out in full force, they did keep their distance while snapping pictures of the two of them. Sara was appreciative and gave them a big smile. 

She went about her day, not thinking anything of the photos. But people were talking

Tiktok

User video : *Sara smiling at camera* "You cannot tell me she isn't in a relationship. Look at that smile. 

Comments:

User 1: ooh maybe her and Harry are back together!

User 2: doubt it. He's been all over the place touring its not going to happen

 User3: My 2023 predictions have them reuniting. I would love that!

Twitter:

User 1: she's in a relationship. Girl is getting dick on the regular. She's is glowing!

User 2: who you think she's seeing? People would have figured it out by now.

User 1: I don't know but whoever it is is a lucky motherfucker.

User 3: there's rumors of her seeing Dylan O' Brian. They were flirty on the tonight show a few months ago!

User 4: oh my god what if her and Harry are back together! #Hara 

The hashtag #Hara trends on twitter 

FANS HOPE SARA WOZNIAK AND HARRY STYLES REUNITE.

Ever since Director Olivia Wilde and Harry Styles split. Fans have been excited to have the possibility of Harry and Sara Wozniak's reunion. Fans, who dubbed them the couple name Hara, shared how thrilled they would be if the couple were to reunite.

To be fair, it wouldn't be a far off reach. Sara and Harry have been liking each other's Instagram posts. Sara was spotted at Harry's concert in New York before Olivia and Harry's split.

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Jack wasn’t making any progress, anytime he thought he had a lead it would end up a dead end, and he would tread elsewhere, vowing to go back to Sara’s relationship.

He was browsing through Instagram, a bottle of wine next to him. His boyfriend was working late, and he had his cat to keep him company. He was mindlessly scrolling through the recommended pages of celebrity gossip. His account was on lockdown, after exposing a number of celebs personal lives and being hit and threatened with lawsuits it was a good idea to keep things on the down low.

He clicked on a paparazzi picture of Sara. She was at what looked to be a dunkin donuts. In colorful sweatshirt and jeans. She had a  mask on and a baseball cap, but you could tell it was her. The account was @whatsarawears, dedicated to finding details on her wardrobe, and where to find dupes for the designer items. 

There were two pictures side by side. One of the coffee place, the other at a grocery store. Caption read Sara spotted at the Dunkin Donuts at the Oregon/California border. Also later that day in the same Louis Vuitton sweatshirt. November 6th.

Jack's eye furrowed, what would she be doing in Oregon? He typed her name in the IMBD and saw no upcoming projects announced to wear she would be in Oregon?

He grabbed his laptop off the coffee table and opened google chrome. Typing in 'Oregon'

All the basic information about the state came up. He tried to click through things but to no avail. He tried 'Things to do in Oregon' 

He scrolled to find nothing a celebrity like her would be interested in. Granted, Oregon was beautiful from the photos, but nothing that would catch the attention of a mega celebrity like her. Maybe she had a getaway home like most celebs did in another state. But then again, who would choose Oregon?

He thought about it. Well it was close to Cali. Maybe he should try a different approach

'Best neighborhoods for young people to live' 

It was stupid, but he was desperate. He clicked and clicked and looked up neighborhoods closest to her home base in Los Angeles. Nothing, not a single fucking thing. Frustrated, he was ready to throw his laptop.

Sara Wozniak was in a relationship and he was going to find out every detail.

A/N: Thought I would get this one out before tomorrow nights game. Y’all remember Jack? Well we are slowly setting the scene for next month

[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah I’m in a mood and I was wondering if you could break my heart (pls put it back together tho) with any of the Eddies or Joes

Hiii lovey!! I will gladly break your heart and I’m gonna be totally honest I had a whole moment where I went “what if…I don’t put it back together?” but don’t worry I will…eventually(I really will fix it I promise) 🙈 but I did this in a conversation formate because that’s how it flowed the best in my mind so I hope you enjoy💖

-I had to create a whole new Eddie for this because I simply couldn’t bring myself to break any of my precious babies hearts😂

A/N: This has a cliff hanger and I’m sorry I feel like it’s necessary and you’ll see why, don’t hate me✨

“You know staring at it won’t make it magically disappear right?…you’re gonna have to open it eventually.” “Gee thanks Steve…what would I do without your words of wisdom?” “Listen jackass sitting here on your front porch staring at a cardboard box isn’t exactly how I planned on spending my Friday night okay?” “Then why’d you come over?” “Because…you called and sounded all…upset…and you’re like one of my bestfriends so…here I am.” “Thanks…” “So…what’d you do?” “I fucked up.” “I mean yeah…that’s a little obvious…I mean what did you actually do to make her send all your stuff back in a box marked…the asshole’s stuff?” “We got into an argument and she walked out and I didn’t go after her.” “Wait..what?..what do you mean you didn’t go after her?” “I mean exactly what I said Steve…I said some shit…she said some shit and then she left and I just…let her….” “What was this argument about?” “She got a wedding invitation from some girl we went to high school with and it made her all…happy and hopeful for our future and..she started talking about us getting married and I just…I’m not ready for all that shit man I’m only twenty three I can’t be someone’s husband.” “Okay so you just tell her you’re not ready yet…you don’t just throw in the fucking towel Eddie.” “You didn’t see her face when she was talking about our lives together Steve…she’s ready for that like right now and I don’t…I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.” “What exactly did you say to her?” “I just told her…if she’s looking for someone to marry she’s looking in the wrong place…and…and she just..called me a selfish asshole and left.” “Well she wasn’t wrong…and that’s when you just let her drive away?” “I didn’t even move from the couch…I sat there the rest of the night because I just assumed she’d come back after she calmed down a bit.” “You’re such an idiot man…but just tell me…is it the idea of being with her forever that you don’t think you’re ready for? Or is just being her husband you can’t wrap your head around?” “I love her…more than anyone and I know she’s it for me but I’m not husband material Steve and that’s not…fare to her.” “Oh fuck off with that…she clearly thinks your husband material or she wouldn’t bring it up so don’t go trying to say you did this as a favor to her okay? You did this because you’re scared.” “I’m not scared.” “Yes you fucking are Eddie…you’re terrified that someone else loves you so much that they literally want to be legally bound to you…that’s some heavy shit man so I get it but that’s why you made her run away…it has nothing to do with this lame ass excuse of you not being husband material.” “I just..I don’t want to fuck it up..I’ve seen enough horrible marriages I don’t need to be apart of one too.” “Sorry to break it to you man but…you kinda already did.” “Yeah…I did didn’t I? She couldn’t even write my name on the box…” “Oh asshole isn’t your first name? I’m shocked.” “Fuck off…” “Sorry…but you wanna go through it now or…wait?” “I don’t need to go through it…I know what’s in it.” “Oh really? What?” “A few mix cds I made her… a teddy bear from a claw machine at the arcade…some letters…a photo of us at the lake one summer and hopefully a few Metallica shirts.” “Letters?” “Yeah? We used to write each other all the time…it was like our way of expressing how we felt sometimes when we couldn’t really…get the words out…why are you looking at me like that?” “Do you want her back?” “What?” “Answer the question man.” “Yes…yes I want her back…” “Just checking…because…I may have an idea…” “Okay…I’m listening…”

[puppy-coded]

sleepover{e.m.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: everyone is high except Steve(acting more drunk than high i think), food, light swearing, ooc, chaotic and hard to follow but i like it

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Eddie Munson x reader(barely)

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2087 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Eddie have a sleepover. Nancy, Robin, and Steve join. Steve is the babysitter. Always the GODDAMN babysitter. Crack fic, really no plot just everyone being chaotic.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: I don’t like how I wrote the ending but I needed to how that time passed. pretend it’s good please

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it! It was fun to write.

You had finished with your last class of the day before finding Eddie. He was already standing by your locker, arms crossed and beaming.

“Eddie, we should have a sleepover.” You suggested excitedly.” My parents aren’t-”

“Okay,” He shrugged. “Sounds fun.”

You were taken aback by his immediate answer. Not at all what you were expecting. “Wait that’s all I had to do? Because I had a whole speech prepared,” You told him.

He chuckled at your reaction. “Yeah. That’s it. Just ask for stuff.”

A puzzled look graced your features. “Oh... Well, what... what do you wanna do?” You asked, already planning a few things.

Eddie shrugged and smiled. “We can make it up along the way.”

“Alright!” You nodded excitedly.

. . .

You had turned on the radio and jammed out as you made brownies of the weed variety. You had set the kitchen timer for 15 minutes. Eddie had knocked on the door five minutes later.

You answered the door and Eddie was standing there with his arms out. “I brought reinforcements,” He stated proudly.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

“It means we make sure that you two don’t die.” Robin said, coming up the driveway with Nancy and Steve.

You crossed your arms and leaned on the door frame. “So... Steve’s fifth wheeling tonight?”

“Very much so, yeah.” Steve nodded.

“Well, I have a camera to document tonight.” Eddie said, holding up his camera.

“Film?” Nancy asked “I feel like there’s going to be a lot going on in this house and that you’ll need a lot.” Nancy told Eddie. “They’re all crazy.”

“Yeah there is!” You said, high-fiving Nancy.

You moved out of the way to let everyone in your home. 

“What’s that smell?” Steve asked upon entering.

“Brownies,” You responded plainly.

“It smells like weed in here dude.” Robin told you, narrowing her eyes at you jokingly.

“... Special brownies?” You remedied.

Eddie’s face lit up. “Oh my god.” Nancy, Robin, and Steve all groaned a the same time.

You put your hands up. “In my defense, I thought it was gonna be just me and Eddie.”

Eddie had opened the door and tried waving everyone off. “Yeah so... Never mind on the reinforcements.” 

“No. We’re still making sure you don’t die.” Nancy said when the timer went off.

You rolled your eyes and took the brownies out. You cut them into hearts and put them on a plate, passing it around.

When the plate got to Steve he passed it back to you. “Someone here has to be responsible,” He told you.

You shrugged and went back to Eddie, Nancy, and Robin.

You all know that it will be a wild ride.

. . .

You were laying on the ground with your head in Eddie’s lap, giggling at nothing. “Poke,” You giggled.

“Steve! My girlfriend just poked me!” Eddie whined to Steve, the only not high adult there.

Robin groaned and moved toward Eddie. “Shut your mouth hole Eddie. I can see your screams.” Robin complained, putting her hands over Eddie’s mouth.

Nancy was laying on the ground and unblinkingly staring at the ceiling. “Is it normal to feel like you’re floating?” She asked.

“You’re all train wrecks.” Steve said even though he knew that no one was listening.

Except for you.

“Thanks whore!” You exclaimed, accidentally flipping him off when you tried a half of a finger heart. You panicked and made a full heart before tearing up. “I’m sorry Steve. I didn’t mean it.”

“Call me weird but that made sense.” Nancy said, rolling over. “Like... Steve kinda is a whore when you think about it,” She told you, nodding vigorously. 

Robin removed her hands from Eddies mouth and gasped loudly. “Steve! I’m dying!” She said.

“What do you mean Robin?” Steve asked. He sounded bored already.

“My insides are eating my outsides.” Robin said panicked. She scratched at her stomach and gave up, crying because she though she was dying. 

Steve sighed. “You mean you’re hungry?” He asked.

“Yeah that!” Robin said, pointing at him and drying her tears.

Eddie, meanwhile, was in the kitchen eating all your cereal. “There’s a McDonald's not far from here,” He said. 

“Why do you know that?” Nancy asked. “Ah! Shadow monster,” She shrieked, jumping from her own shadow.

“This is my girlfriends house. Why do you think I know that?” Eddie asked.

Everyone stared at him before you spoke up. “Ew! Eddie!”

“Not like that!” Eddie defended.

“Eddie, I’m stealing your van.” Steve told Eddie, pushing himself off of your couch.

Eddie nodded. “Okay. My keys are... are... are...” He frowned when he couldn’t find them on the counter. He even poured out the box of cereal he was eating for just in case.

Steve held the up and jiggled them. “Got ‘em! They were in your pocket,” He said.

Eddie put his hands on his hips and gave Steve an annoyed look. “Why were your hands in my pockets Harrington? I’m straight. I think,” Eddie said, pouting slightly.

“You have a girlfriend,” Robin reminded him.

“Yeah Robin, that’s why I said ‘I think’.” Eddie defended.

Steve sighed and opened the door for everyone, unlocking Eddie’s van with the key fob. “Come on. Get in Eddie’s van everyone.” 

You threw your arms up and marched out to the van. “Come with me pot virgins!” You screeched.

“Don’t scream that we’re doing something illegal you!” Steve whisper-yelled at you.

“Come with me hoes!” You said even louder.

Steve sighed. “Not better (Y/N).”

“Steve?” Nancy said quietly, tugging on his shirt for attention.

“Hm?” Steve hummed questioningly. 

Nancy looked down and looked back up at Steve. “Can I have a happy meal and apple slices?” She asked.

“Sure,” Steve smiled.

Everyone gave their order and Steve was on his way. He just knew he was going to be paying for your shenanigans.

“Stop pushing Nancy!” Robin whined, pushing Nancy off of her.

Nancy looked quite offended by Robins words and actions. “Robin you never complain about how close I am to you!” 

“It’s because I’m hot!” Robin said loudly.

You groaned and turned around in the passengers seat. “We all know you’re hot Robin, shut up.”

“Shut up dude. I mean I’m temperature hot.” Robin complained, taking her jacket off.

“Guys! Shut the fuck up.” Steve said into the van. “Don’t make me turn around you three.”

Eddie threw a straw pencil at Steve from the back. “Why do you want to get rid of free entertainment Harrington? This is awesome!” 

Steve ordered for everyone, taking great care with Nancy’s Happy Meal since he didn’t know if she would have a fit or not, and tried to keep everyone down until they pulled out of the drive-thru. 

“Steve!” You yelled, despite being right next to him.

“What?” He asked, gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“We should go to Target!” You suggested, bouncing in your seat.

“Why?” Steve asked, not being able to wrap his mind around your randomness.

“Munchies!” Eddie chimed in.

“Yeah!” Robin and Nancy tiredly agreed.

You excitedly hit the dashboard as you thought of your next words. “And I have games at my house! We can snack and play all night.”

“... Fine.” Steve huffed, turning to take you guys to the store.

. . .

Eddie held on to you the entire walk from the van until you walked in the store where you got out of his grasp and ran to a cart.

“Can I get in the cart?” You asked, already climbing in.

“No! I want to get in the cart!” Robin complained, trying to get in with you.

Steve picked up Robin before she hurt herself. “We can take two carts Robin,” Steve told her.

Nancy was swaying and covering her eyes since it was super bright in the store. “Guys. Can you make the room stop spinning?” She asked.

“Nancy, get in the cart with Robin.” Steve ordered, pushing Robin’s cart toward Nancy.

“Okay,” Nancy nodded. She climbed in facing Robin and they both started giggling uncontrollably.

Eddie took your cart and moved his hands while making a motor sound. Steve looked over when he heard your laugh.

“Eddie.” Steve said, waving his hand in front of Eddie’s face.

“Yuh.” Eddie responded, looking tired.

“Just... Don’t do anything dumb.” Steve told him.

“No promises.” Eddie shrugged. “Let’s go! Vroom vroom!”

Eddie pushed you for a bit until you got into the food aisles.

You hold your hand out to signal Eddie to turn. “Eddie, we should get cereal,” You suggested.

“What kind?” Eddie asked, stopping to look at the cereal.

After a few moments of thought you came up with your answer. “Yes.”

“Okay.” Eddie responded. He grabbed armfuls of different cereals and put them in your lap.

You beamed up at Eddie. “And ice cream!” 

“Done!” Eddie said, taking you to the freezer aisles.

He leaned down to kiss you and he wished he had a camera. It probably looked dumb but it felt cute.

He grabbed multiple tubs of ice cream and dropped them in your lap once more.

“Um... What about candy?” You asked.

“Chocolate or gummy?” Eddie asked, taking you back to the normal snack aisles.

“All of it.” You told him. “Bury me in snacks!”

Eddie had filled the cart embarrassingly high with all types of candy and chips and things for everyone.

Eddie examined the cart with his hands on his hips. “I think this is enough for us for when we get home.”

Eddie massaged his temples and groaned. “Wonder what it’s like with Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Mine’s wearing off,” Eddie told you.

You groaned, trying to turn. “Lucky! My head hurts and my eyeballs are sore.”

Eddie chuckled when you covered your eyes. “Let’s pay and get you water.” 

He was on his way to checkout when you pointed at a two pack of reusable water bottles.

“Cute water bottle! Can we get it?” You asked, trying to contain your excitement at the matching floral water bottles.

Eddie shook his head but still reached for them. “On it.”

. . .

You, Nancy, and Robin were given a box of cereal, your own place to sit without being on top of each other, and a head pat from Steve. For the first time that night it was quiet.

Nancy was sitting under the window, Robin was laying in the middle of the floor, and you were leaned against the end of the couch on the side Eddie was on. Eddie was absentmindedly scratching your scalp slowly.

Steve sat on the couch with Eddie and let out a sigh. “Everyone seems to be calming down.” 

Eddie nodded tiredly. “Yeah, they all need water and snacks.” 

“Which they have,” Steve pointed out.

“Hey babe, where are the games?” Eddie asked, nudging you with his foot.

“You’re the one who practically lives here, figure it out,” You muttered grumpily.

Robin rolled over onto her stomach so she could join the conversation. “What games do you have?” She asked.

“Uno, Monopoly, Clue, puzzles-” You listed off on your fingers.

Nancy snapped out of her light trance specifically so she could yell at everyone. “Let’s play Uno so I can destroy all of you!” She yelled, pointing at everyone.

“Jesus Christ. I have never been more in love with you.” Robin said, eyes wide and her neck and cheeks red.

“How do you play again?” Steve asked.

“Steve!” Everyone groaned. Eddie even threw a pillow at him.

The rest of the night was spent teaching Steve how to play Uno and snacking. Everyone crashed at around 2 in the morning and it was the most peaceful 8 hours any of you have ever known.

. . .

You were washing dishes when Eddie came up to you with a small box and an excited look on his face.

“Hey babe, remember this?” Eddie asked you, holding up a polaroid.

It was of you, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin sitting behind a smiling Steve. A stack of Uno cards in the middle of your circle. Robin was holding up her cereal box while the rest of you were acting normal.

You smiled at the picture, taking it from Eddie. “We were wild in high school.”

Eddie gave you a look. “What do you mean ‘were’? We are wild.”

You shook your head and laughed. “Nothing could ever top that night Eddie. Not college, not our wedding-”

“Aw.” Eddie whined.

“Not even getting our dog. That was fun even though I can’t remember most of it.” You told him. “Nice try though.”