#yeah...you're not getting over that and that's not even taking into account who steve wAS to everyone and bucky personally

[spider-man-199999]

Pacifier pt 3

pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader;

word count: 5K

part1 part2

warnings: mentions of sex ; Peter is younger than the reader, but still 18. Reader is around 20. Peter is trying to pin reader even though he is younger.

summary: In this one you’re hired as Morgan’s babysitter (and low-key underpaid Stark!assistant). Looking after a little girl isn’t too hard, but looking after her “big bother” as well, definitely is.

an: Peter and reader are just Tony's kids at this point. I've never really written anything about people actually being in a relationship so apologies if it's kinda sucky.

"No, we're not making an official Avengers tik-tok account, forget it." You told Peter, who had been begging you for days now.

"But it's going to be soo good! People will see the silly, goofie side of everyone and that way we can build more trust!"

"Pepper, please back me up here!"

"Peter actually has a point." Pepper said.

All of you were sitting at the dinner table, it was the first family dinner since the Starks had come back from their vacation.

"Tony, please!" you looked at him, begging him to support you this time. "Do you seriously think anyone would want to participate in supid dance trends or prank wars?"

"I'm a great dancer!" Tony said, he was taking Peter's side to mess with you.

"I cannot believe this is actually about to happen. Imagine making Steve do a tik-tok dance. Or anyone for that matter. Imagine Tony doing the makarena in the iron suit!"

"It's going to be hilarious, exactly my point!" Peter whined, drinking some of the orange juice he had poured for himself.

"I'm not doing the makarena, I have a daughter!''

"Should have thought about it before backing up Spider-man on that one!"

"Should have thought about it before back up Spider-man on that one!" Tony mocked your tone "The world should see what these hips can do! We're definitely making a tik-tok account now!"

Your "relationship" with Peter was still in the closet, since the first month wasn’t over, you didn't really feel comfortable sharing it with anyone, especially Tony. Peter on the other hand was pretty much settled down. He spent every free minute he had at the tower just to be with you, which was really getting in the way of your studying. He was a lot of help with Morgan, most of the time you felt like both of them shared one brain cell. It made so much sense now why Tony loved Peter like his own son. And that being the case, your secret relationship with him was in the clear.  

You gave Morgan a tissue, helping her wipe away some of the food that was on her face. She giggled because the corner tickled her nose, turning to look at you. You smiled at her, petting her head as she continued eating with her spoon, spilling most of the contents all over the table. 

"Tony, do you even know what tik-tok is?" you asked.

"I'm not that told, of course I know!"

"It's that video app that Morgan watches on your phone." You explained anyway, sure he had no idea what the conversation really was about. 

"It's that? Then no, we're definitely not making a tik-tok account."

---

Somehow Peter managed to persuade all of you into this. But if you think about it, he persuaded you into dating him, he could practically get anything he wanted. And because of this absurd idea, you were now setting up a phone on a tripod, placing it in the middle of the living room. Peter was next to you in his spider suit and the other Avengers were talking on the couch while you two worked. 

"So you guys have to go rounds?" you asked, looking over at Peter. He had his mask off, holding it in one hand. 

"Yeah, and after we film, we have to put the names after every round with an X on an O, depending on who managed to hide in time."

"Sometimes I think you started this whole thing because you don't have any friends." 

"I have friends?"

You took a few steps back, seeing what was in the frame. 

"Yeah? Like who? And you're not allowed to say me, we're not friends."

"Well, there's Ned and MJ."

"I don't think this is going to work out."  You said, looking at the others. "You literally have gigantic, muscular men, trying to hide in a minimalistic living room. And then there's also the Hulk."

“Did you just thirst over muscular men right in front of me?” Peter laughed, placing his hand on your waist. Usually you would tense up when he did that, but since you were now dating, you didn't.  "Trust me, it will be fun!" 

"Mask on please, get everyone in position." 

He nodded, putting his mask on and telling everyone to gather in front of the camera and pose. You stood behind the phone, looking at the frame. Everyone was in it. They were gathering like they were about to take a picture, standing in cool superhero poses. 

"Okay guys, you look poster worthy. I'll count to 3 and all of you have 5 seconds to hide somewhere before the camera takes a picture!" you explained. Peter had ran through this with them before but you felt the need to explain again. "1, 2, 3..." 

And you pressed record. Pure chaos was unleashed after that. Peter shot a web and stuck to the ceiling, Thor jumped over the couch along with Cap, laying flat on it so they were not visible. Hulk just grabbed the couch with both of them on it, lifting it and putting it in front of him sideways, while the others just fell on the ground on top of each other. Natasha practically jumped on an armchair that got knocked over from her force and got out of the frame entirely. The 5 seconds were over and you were barely holding in your laughter at that point. You had expected this to go badly but not nearly as bad as it actually was. 

You did a few more rounds, each one more ridiculous than the previous. And after that you got to work, writing out the winners and losers to each round in your notes. Now all that was left was editing it and posting. 

—

You were sitting at your desk, biting your lip as you were concentrating on figuring out where to place all the names and scores on the screen so they wouldn’t block out any important things in the video. Or should you have them appear at the end? Your work was interrupted by Peter walking in your room, making your head turn. He had the mask in his hand, still wearing the suit. 

“Hi, pumpkin!” he said, which made you raise an eyebrow at him and squint your eyes in displeasure. 

“That sounded ridiculously cheesy and I really hate it.’’ 

“I thought introducing some kind of pet name into this relationship would be nice, I need to change your name in my phone.” 

“Think of another one.”

He walked over to you, a gentle kiss was immediately placed on the top of your head while his eyes wandered to your phone, looking as the video played with half of the scorings written in the middle of it. 

“Ooo, did I win?” he asked, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Mmmm, you didn’t lose definitely, but you lost a point on the third round when you stuck yourself in fetal position to Hulk’s back and he started spinning in circles trying to get you off.” 

“That’s not fair! I hid well!”

“But the camera still saw you, I don’t make the rules.”

He kissed your cheek before laying down on your bed. You finished up the video and hit upload before following him. It was still new and uncomfortable for you to be affectionate with him in public, but your room offered a safe space to try. You wouldn’t shut him down when he tried making a move on you in front of the others like you used to do, but initiating intimacy yourself was really out of the picture. He put his phone away when he saw you get up, opening his arms. You lay on top of him as he wrapped his arms in a warm embrace. You relaxed your weight on him, head pressed against his chest. Cons to having a spider-man boyfriend was you were never worried you’d crush him.

“I need to say something and I don’t want it to turn into a fight.” he said, making you look at him.

You placed your hands on top of his chest, resting your head on them as you watched him. 

“What is it about?” you asked.

“Since the month of us trying to date is almost over…” 

“Pete… I know what you’re gonna say and the month isn’t over yet. Please don’t let it get over your head before it actually happens.”

“But we’re a week away from a month!”

“I know but a lot can happen in a week… You know exactly how much.” You told him, referring to the time you two had spent alone together almost a month ago. 

“Okay, okay, baby mice steps. I get it.”

“Precisely.”

You tried to relax after the conversation, laying your head on his chest while he stroked your back gently. For some reason it was just not working to calm you down. You turned to look at him again and he was already staring, a soft smile painted across his lips. A soft sigh escaped yours, your hands reaching out to wrap around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. Still feeling uneasy from what he said, you slid your body on one of his sides, hiding your face in his neck. He giggled softly because you tickled him in the process, squeezing you gently.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled against his neck, your hand drawing soft circles on his chest. 

Peter hummed softly, raising your chin with his hand to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“It’s okay, I know I’m impatient.” 

“No, I think you’re being reasonable. I’m the one who’s overreacting.”

He kissed you again, slowly and gently, his lips moving against yours while he still held your chin with his hand.

“You’re alright, babe. Baby steps.” 

You nodded, letting your head fall on his shoulder this time, placing soft kisses on his jawline.

“Baby steps.” You repeated in a whisper.

You enjoyed cuddling with him more than you had anticipated, neither of you expected your primary love language to be physical touch. But Peter didn’t mind that even one bit, he loved touching you for comfort, his hands were on your legs whenever you two went somewhere with the car, no matter who was driving. He would make sure to place his hand one the small of your back whenever you two would pass each other in a hallway. His knee would touch yours under the dinner table when he was over. It was subtle and it brought the both of you so much comfort and adrenaline. You were basically hiding in plain sight. 

You had no idea if Tony was onto the two of you yet or not. Peter was over way more than he used to be, he even sneaked in a few times during the night. The alarms wouldn’t go off because, well it was Peter after all. It wasn’t like you were trying to sneak in someone who wasn’t registered into the security systems. And Tony adored the kid, so he was extra happy about having him around more. Things were going pretty smoothly if anyone had to ask you.

—

You hated to admit, but Peter was right. This whole tik-tok thing was an absolute hit. It humanized all of the Avengers so much that people started trusting and liking them more than ever before. You were getting millions of likes and comments on all of the videos you uploaded, which were more or less different trends. It was annoying that you had to run the whole account, like you didn’t have enough work to do. 

Today you filmed the tortilla slap challenge with Bucky, Natasha and Sam. Peter desperately wanted to join it but everyone was against the idea of him publicly announcing his secret identity, especially for a tik-tok. So you made him mop up the floor after, since he wanted to be involved so badly. 

All of them went into a meeting straight after that, leaving you with 10 minutes to run and grab a coffee for everyone. The 10 minutes you had were definitely not enough to make it back with so many cups. And to top it all off, the Parker family was on a mission to make it extra difficult for you. Peter was spamming your messages begging you to listen to “Yellow hearts” by Ant Saunders because somehow it was “exactly describing the relationship you two had.” And you were walking down a street, trying to reply to a message, hands full of coffee cups, when you ran into Peter’s aunt - May.

“Oh, Y\N! Lovely seeing you!” she said with a bright cheerful smile, making you look up from your phone. You were trying to support the cups with your chin while you texted, because all of them couldn’t fit in the paper bag. 

“May! Hey!” you replied once you shook off the surprise, shoving the phone in your back pocket.

“How are you, sweetheart? I’ve been hearing about you lately, but not seeing enough.” she smiled, placing a hand on your arm as she spoke. 

“I’m alright, a little busy actually. Are you here to pick up Parker JR after the meeting?”

“Yes, and I thought I could drink some coffee while I’m waiting. Peter recommended the place.”

“He did, didn’t he?” you asked, trying to mask how frustrated and overwhelmed you were becoming. “I need to run, I’m already late.”

“It’s okay, we can catch up another time? Dinner over at Queens this week?” she asked, but you were already walking away from her. 

You turned your head to look at her in a little bit of a shock, not expecting a whole dinner invitation to her house. Your fears turned out to be true, Peter had told her about dating you.  

“I’m very busy, I’ll tell the spider whenever I can.” You smiled politely at her before walking away, in the most rapid pace you could manage without actually running.

--

“Hey, kid, these are for you.” you heard Tony say as he walked into the living room.

You were helping Morgan with a coloring book, or rather watching her color in it from time to time while you read through your biology textbook. Exams were coming up and you didn’t have a second to spare. Tony’s voice captured your attention, making you look up and see him hold a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white roses, decorated with little daisies.

“For me? Thank you Tony, but that’s so weird.”

“They’re not from me. They were left for you at the door.”

“The front door?”

“No, by the doggy door.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, getting up to look at the flowers yourself. In the meantime Tony took the card out reading out loud. You tried stopping him by grabbing the card but he lifted his hand up, making you jump to try to get it but failing. 

“Thank you for coming to dinner last night, love, your secret boyfriend.” he read, looking at you in shock “You have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Does Peter know about you having a boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Yes, and he’s not sending you flowers at your door for having dinner with him. Who is he?”

“Tony, you’re not my dad.”

Your words made him snap out of his protective mode, giving you the flowers and the note. You took them in your arms reluctantly, reading the note to be sure he was actually right about what was written on it. Tony looked at you with an expression that you couldn’t really decode, it looked like shock, pain and worry at the same time. You were going to kill Peter, for real this time.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.” you said, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the two of you.

He placed an arm on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 

“Nothing to apologize for here, I know I can never replace your parents, I’m not trying either.” Tony gave your shoulder a pat, turning around to look at Morgan, who had stopped coloring and was now listening to the two of you.

“Thank you… For worrying about me, I appreciate it. I know I don’t say it enough but I value your presence in my life, or rather my presence is yours.”

“Please don’t make this more awkward than it already is.”

“Usually I’m the one who says that.”

“Would you look at that, your boyfriend has made you cheesy.” 

You shook your head in disgust from his words, watching him as he walked over to Morgan and lifted her up in his arms, spinning around as he hugged her. It was your queue to leave before it got any weirder, so you gathered your books and left as fast as you could.

Shutting the door of your room behind you, phone on your ear as you had already dialed Peter’s number. He picked up on the fourth ring, right before you gave up on this call. 

“Hey!” His cheerful voice on the other side of the line.

“What’s with those flowers?” you asked, cutting right to the chase.

“Don’t you like them? May said it was what I was supposed to do after you came over for dinner and she said flowers would be a ni-”

“I love the flowers, but Tony found them before I did.”

“Oh.”

“Thank you for not being dumb enough to not sign your name on that card.” you sighed, placing the bouquet on your desk next to the messy piles of notebooks. “Now he thinks I have a boyfriend.”

“But you do have a boyfriend.” he laughed softly. You could hear his smile on the other side of the line.

“I know this label makes you very happy, I’m glad it does, but please be more careful next time.”

“Alright, bet, next time I want to bring you flowers I’ll stick them to the ceiling of your room with my webs so no one else can see them.”

“Now that’s a thought.” you laughed, looking at the ceiling just to make sure he hadn’t already done that.

In reality, you weren’t mad at him for sending you flowers. You loved them, it was a very nice gesture and it made you feel warm on the inside. Sure, it wasn’t the best way to receive them and it stressed you out, but at the end of the day, you had a very good boyfriend that wanted to make you happy.

— 

Peter walked in the apartment holding a red rose in his hand. His smile was spread across his face as the elevator door opened in front of him, leading him into the big living space. He came here straight from school, after his Math quiz. He didn’t bother going home first to leave his backpack, went straight to a flower shop to get you a rose and head to the Stark tower so he could invite you on a very special date. He expected you to be watching over Morgan alone and it caught him by surprise when he saw Tony sitting on the couch. You were standing next to him, reading over something which he had probably given you. Tony turned his head, noticing it was Peter with the side of his eye. 

“Hey, kid.” he said.

Peter froze in his spot, his heart pounding in his chest from the fear of how this was going to play out. He had to think of something really fast. He threw the rose in the air as Tony’s head moved to face you again for a second, shooting a web at it to stick it to the ceiling. 

“What’s with that rose?” Tony asked a second later, after he processed what he had seen, turning fully around to look at Peter.

“What rose?” Peter replied, looking around, his hands empty now. 

“I swear you were holding a rose just now.”

“No, I wasn’t. Maybe you saw my Math quiz with this big red A written on it.” The paper was folded in half and shoved in his back pocket because he was in such a rush to get here, he didn’t have time to put it in his bag. He took the paper out of his pocket, showing it to Tony. 

Their conversation made you look up at Peter. You knew he was lying. The tone of his voice sounded nervous and like he was going to crack under the pressure. 

“You need to work on your lying skills.” Tony said, turning his back to him and looking at you again. You looked at Peter, then at Tony and your gaze fell on the papers. 

“Everything seems fine.” You told Tony, handing him the red folder back. He had hired some new engineers for his labs, helping him and wanted you to review their work just in case. It wasn’t like you were majoring in engineering, your passion was biology and biochemistry, but you just knew math well enough to spot any mistake if there was any.

“Okay, thank you. You’re free now” He told you, reading through the folder again. 

Ten minutes later Tony was still sitting on the couch, reading through the folder. You and Peter silently decided to study on the kitchen table across from each other. You were already engrossed in the textbook you were reading, highlighting, writing things down in your notebook, sticking sticky notes in the book. You were trying your best to ignore Peter’s constant fidgeting in his seat, the annoyed flipping through pages with sighs escaping his lips. His hands moving on the table when he would get bored, making you flinch in your seat, worried he would try to touch you in front of Tony. You heard silent ripping of paper, trying to ignore it, but Peter threw it a small paper ball at you to get your attention. You looked over at him, annoyed by his overall behavior in the last 10 minutes. Both of you had finals knocking at your doors and he was doing everything in his power to distract you. He pointed at the ceiling as soon as your eyes met, making you look in the direction. And there it was, the rose Tony was talking about earlier, a single red rose, webbed onto the ceiling. You wanted to burst out laughing but held yourself back, looking at Peter again. He was writing something, passing it to you a few seconds later.

“Will you be my prom date?” it read, looking at him and shaking your head no. You had already told him a million times you were not going to do it. He pouted, putting his hands together and locking his fingers into a prayer, begging you to say yes. You shook your head again, giving him back the note. 

“What the hell are you two doing?” Tony asked, making the two of you jump in your seats. 

He had been looking at the two of you for the past 5 minutes, he saw the rose as well, saw Peter begging you and you declining. He was standing by the table. This whole time you felt like you were in detention with Peter, and now that Tony caught you, the feeling got deeper. Neither of you said anything, staring at Tony in shock. And since you wouldn’t speak, Tony took the paper and laughed. 

“I don’t think her boyfriend is gonna like that.”

“Her boyfriend?” Peter asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

“I don’t think he’ll mind.” Peter continued. 

“I definitely think he will.” 

“No he won’t, he’ll be quite happy actually.”

“What is making you think that?”

“Because it’s me, I’m her boyfriend.”

You didn’t say a word the entire conversation. A few weird looks were shared between the three of you in complete silence. You felt like you wanted to die. Peter turned to stare at you, waiting for you to confirm it. Tony was staring at you too, unsure if this was real or another attempt of Peter’s to flirt with you. Then he laughed, Tony started laughing loudly and sincerely. He was laughing so hard you could see a tear running down his cheek. Peter whined, throwing his head back in frustration from his reaction. 

“It’s true! Tell him!”

You gulped, looking at the still-laughing Tony. 

“It is.” you almost whispered, hoping he wouldn’t hear you. 

“Wait.” Tony stopped, looking at the two of you with furrowed brows. “Really?”

“Yeah.” you said, nodding softly. 

—

The lights flashed softly as you walked in, blinding you for a second. You tried to walk in a straight line but the lights did not help you at all. You grabbed Peter’s arm for support, scared you would miss a threshold that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and trip. Peter looked over at you in concern, thinking something had suddenly made you anxious. You looked at him as well, blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the light changing all of a sudden. Your hand was holding his biceps, squeezing it softly. He placed his other hand on yours, patting softly. He stared at you until you nodded that you were okay now and you could continue walking. Of all the cringe things you were expecting to see tonight, a disco ball was definitely not on the list. 

“Penis Parker with an actual date to prom? This will go down in history as the biggest plot twist!” You heard a somewhat familiar voice from behind you, turning around only to be faced with Flash. 

“Oh, it’s that annoying guy.” You said, looking at Peter, who nodded in agreement. 

“Wait, I know you, you were at my party once.”

“Unfortunately, yes, I was.”

“Why are you with that loser, ditch him, you should be my date instead.” Flash said, reaching a level of annoyance you didn’t even know existed.

“Sorry, I don’t do charity work on evenings but you can try the homeless kitchen in Queens on Saturdays and Tuesdays, I’m usually there to help on those days.” you told him as Peter wrapped his arm around your waist. “Plus we’re kind of already matching.” you pointed at Peter. “Your costume wannabe will clash with my dress and that’s a big no from me.”

Peter was trying his best not to laugh as you were absolutely destroying Flash verbally. It brought back memories from when you used to do the same with his attempts to flirt.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t want to know what kind of sado-maso sex you two freaks are having.”

“Did you just call me a sadist? I didn’t know you could read people so well, Flash!” you asked, looking at Peter for back up.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Peter said, pulling you closer to him and walking the two of you away. “That was brutal, can’t let you ruin his ego on his prom night!”

“Someone had to do it!” you whined, your hands crossing in front of your chest.

“We’re here to have a good time! Come on! Let’s dance and not think about Flash.”

“Remind me, how exactly did you convince me to come to this? I hated my own prom and I’m definitely hating yours too.”

“You want me to remind you?”

You nodded, his hands resting on each side of your hips as he looked at you. His forehead pressed against yours, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“Are you sure you want me to remind you here?” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded again, looking at him. Your arms still crossed on your chest. 

“In front of all these people?” He asked with a fake shocked expression on his face, pulling your body closer. You rolled your eyes at him, his arms wrapping around you, chests pressed together. 

Your heartbeat accelerated as you looked at him, faces inches away from each other. His hot breath glided across the skin on your face, making your eyes fall shut as his lips gently touched yours. His fingers dug into the soft skin on your back. You rested your hands on his chest as he kissed you, consciously trying not to ruin his suit by grabbing anything you shouldn’t. He wasn’t that careful tho, his other hands scrunching the fabric that was so perfectly wrapped around your waistline, in desperate attempts to feel your body closer to his.

“Did I remind you?” he asked, breath heavy as he broke the kiss seconds before.

“You basically just admit to seducing me into this.” you told him, your head resting on his shoulder as he rocked the two of you gently to the rhythm of the blues that was playing in the background. 

“You can never just fall on your back, can you?”

“Never!” 

The two of you laughed, him kissing your forehead as you continued swaying, wrapped in each other's embrace.

---

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[galaxythreads]

OP should know thats why the 1602 universe is an entirely alternate timeline. So the characters can be ooc

I guess? but if the many, many, many, many, AUs i've written over the years (not just for the Avenegers, i had a httyd account i posted 60+ fics to when i was younger) are anything to go by, AUs aren't an excuse to change the core of the character. People come to me all the time complaining about characters being ooc in fics. Actually pretty recently someone read a story I wrote about Loki and sigyn being married and having children and left a lengthy commentary on how I didn't even watch the Thor movies and didn't understand the characters at all, then proceeded to tell me what the characters should have acted like in the fic?

The thing about AUs is that you're not taking the character's name and changing them completely, you're taking the character and putting them in a new situation. If you look at the 1602 'verse, none of the other characters (except Happy) were that ooc?

Tony being some random guy who lives in a barn but still invents something that can use a magical stone out of wood and a few screws and is still grumpy and an a-hole? that's him at his core. Steve being a robin hood who steals from the rich to give to the poor? Yeah, that fits. Thor trying to get vengeance for his family's death at any cost? You should have gone for the head, comes to mind. Fury secretly working with Wanda who are secretly working with Captain Carter to save the city while they do their best to keep Thor alive? Yep!

Loki being a useless Shakespeare nerd who can't do anything? Not...not really? He did, y'know, recently use magic to give the entire universe free will. He's just so...meh in 1602? Every time Loki is brought up or in what if it makes me want to shake something because they do not understand his character and are (often) doing their best to make fun of him.

Idk. I guess to me, the appeal and question and POINT of What if was not what if these characters were completely different!!! LMAO :DDD it was what if the PLOT had gone differently? What if the story structure was different? What if Odin banished Hela instead of trapping her in Hel? What if there was a zombie apocalypse? what if the avengers all got murdered? If the question on the 1602 episode was "what if Loki liked Shakespeare?" then I'd be like okay! that was the point of the episode, i suppose. but it wasn't.

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[rainystrangerthingsimagines]

OK so I was just scrolling in eddie munson x reader and I found your account and damn- I think you are gonna turn in to my favorite st writer. so I saw you want request and I'm hereeee. so I saw so many eddie and hopper!reader that they caught making out but like can you do a fluffy one. Like hopper!reader and eddie are on hopper's house and baking cake and just the cute things couple do while baking and hopper and kids ( will and mike and el and dustin and max and lucas and maby even steve?) want to go in house and they saw Eddie's shoes and they are like oh no they are making out and hopper is gonna kill them but they go inside and they just saw them baking so sweet and just begin soft for them. I'm sorry if I write it so bad. thank you darling 3/>

Awww this is so cute!

Eddie Munson. That cocky little shit. Hopper hated him. Not as much as maybe hating Mike but it was damn near close. Eddie was this bad boy in Hopper's eyes. He knew he was a pothead considering he had busted his friends multiple times. You however were smitten with the boy. It was kind of hilarious to so many people on how the police chief's oldest daughter was dating the local pothead.

You loved Eddie more than anything else in this world. How you two started dating was so damn cute, the boys almost didn't believe the story until they realized they witnessed most of the story play out without them realizing. You had been showing El around school, you and Mike hoping that if she just stuck with you, it'd be easier to navigate. However, the second El got the chance, she ran off with Mike's group. You weren't pissed off, it gave you plenty of time to study anways so you just went with it.

But then El started talking about this amazing older sister she had. She went on and on to this group on how amazing she was. Eddie needed to know just who you were. So he walked you and El home.

"So you're the amazing older sister I've been hearing so much about?" Eddie asked, walking next to you. "Yep" you nodded. "Not much of a talker?" He asked. "Well uh... I'm confused on why you're helping us in the first place?" You asked. "To meet you. El's been talking your ass up since she joined Hellfire" he said. "Has she?" You asked, looking over with an amused smile. "Yeah. Well, and the Max kid swears up and down that you're the second coming of Christ or something and considering that Max hates everyone, I had to see this greatness for myself" he declared. You smiled at him, and that's when it first hit him.

That smile. He wanted to see it more often. So at lunch, he asked you to sit with the club. Because you were interested in learning more about Eddie, you did. Things didn't really change until one Friday when it was raining. El was with Max, leaving you to walk home alone. You walked for a while but the storm got bad, you having to stop and wait. Luckily for you, you knew one person that lived near the area.

There you stood, shaking from the coldness of the water at Eddie Munson's doorstep. What would normally be a hard boiled response of "What do you want" was turned into concern "jesus Y/n- you were out in that!?" He asked, pulling you inside. "Well, Dad had something going on and El is with Max and my car is still in the shop so... yeah. I was in fact out in the rain." You said. "Here, take off your jacket- you like cocoa? I'll make cocoa." He said. You smiled slightly as he helped you with your jacket.

The jacket seemed to be useless considering your clothes were soaked anyway but you planned on sucking it up. However, there was a change in plans for Eddie. You sneezed, pulling back your hair. He noticed it and REFUSED to let you get sick so he ran to his room, grabbing shorts and a t-shirt. "Hey, I didn't want you to die from a cold so I brought you clothes." He said. You looked up from the couch and his heart pounded in his ears looking at that face.

"Thanks Eddie" you said with that smile. That sweet smile that he loved so much. So you changed, coming out of the bathroom in a AC/DC shirt. He stared at you, finding this to be absolutely adorable. He handed you the mug of cocoa and you sipped it, smiling slightly at its sweet flavor. "I can feel you watching me, Ed" you said. He swallowed. "Sorry- sorry." He said. You looked at him. "Why do you do that?" You asked. "What?" He asked. "You watch me, why?" You asked. "Uh... So listen uh" he scratched the back of his neck. "I might... like you. Like uhm... like you in a romantic way. But if that grosses you out then no I do not." He said. You blinked.

This had never happened before. Most people kept the Police Chief's daughter at an arms length but Eddie knew who you were but didn't seem to care. "We will pretend like this never happen-" you kissed him, him setting down his mug. It took a good moment for either of you to pull away but you did, looking in his eyes. "Was that okay?" You asked. "That was perfect." He chuckled.

So from then on, Eddie walked you and El home everyday. Hopper was not thrilled. At all. You were the one daughter that didn't date, suddenly that was changing.

Hopper sat on a bucket as Joyce put things away. "I just don't get it- she never showed an interest in boys before!" He whined. "Hop, come on." Joyce laughed. "What?" Hopper asked. "She's probably always had an interest, but Eddie might just be her first boyfriend " Joyce said. "BUT WHY!? Why Eddie?" He asked. "Well, you'd have to ask her that!" Joyce laughed. "I thought I only had to deal with El with a boyfriend, now Y/n is dating Eddie!? Seriously!?" He whined. Joyce sighed. "Will and Jonathan both say he's a nice boy." She said. "He isn't!" Hopper declared. "And why's that?" Joyce asked. "BECAUSE HE'S DATING MY DAUGHTER!"

You weren't clueless to Hopper not liking Eddie. Course that was mainly because he did catch the two of you making out, quite a few times. Hopper hated Eddie though, way before that. The second he laid eyes on the boy, he just seemed to dislike him. Eddie was of course, terrified. However, he kept coming around you because that boy LOVED you.

"Explain to me again why WE have to do this?" Eddie asked. "Because apparently Nancy underestimated how much baking for a bake sale that this requires." You said, walking in with grocery bags. "Yes but what if your dad comes home?" Eddie asked. "It's not like he's walking in on us doing something weird, we're baking Ed." You snorted at the subtle fear he displayed. "What is he even doing?" He asked. "He's bonding with El." You shrugged. "Oh" "and Mike." You added. "Oh, so that poor bastard is dealing with him instead." Eddie said making you laugh.

You both started baking, Eddie occasionally looking over at you. "What?" You asked, noticing him stare. He smudged cookie dough on your cheek making you laugh. "You little shit!" You laughed, swiping his nose with it. He looked at you and you looked at him. "THIS IS WAAARRR!" He said, watching as you backed away. He charged at you with the cookie dough, you launching a small bit of flour in his face. He froze, you laughing hard. He smiled, pulling you into a hug from behind and you giggled as he kissed your cheek, the door opening in the living room. You wriggled from him, occasionally getting him with flour.

Hopper walked in, El, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Robin and Steve all trailing behind him. "Thanks for letting us hang out here." Dustin said. "Yeah yeah I know-" he heard a squeal followed by laughing. "I cannot believe you suck this badly at baking!" You laughed, Hopper raising a brow. He looked over where you typically took off your shoes and saw it. Eddie's shoes. Hopper frowned. "Dad, no" El tried to stop him.

He entered the kitchen, prepared to yell but he saw you, sitting at the counter with a smile, eating cookie dough as Eddie put the cookies in the oven. "I feel like we've got a good system going. You make the batter and I-" "Eat most of it?" You teased. He chuckled before jumping, noticing Hopper.

Suddenly, Hopper wasn't angry anymore. Seeing you with that smile, seeing you happy, it was more important than his illogical hatred for Eddie. You looked over. "Hey dad, welcome home." You greeted. "....Why are you baking?" He asked. "SHE JUST NEEDED HELP I SWEAR!" Eddie squeaked out. "Eddie, calm down. Nancy apparently signed up to bake for a bake sale to help the paper, she underestimated how many cookies they needed so she called us." You said.

Hopper looked at Eddie and then you. "...Make sure you clean up afterwards. Oh and your friends are here. Robin and that Steve guy." He said. You chuckled, seeing Robin walk in. "Wassup!" She said making you smile. "Ooh cookies-" you smacked Steve's hand. "Touch the cookies and I kill you" you said. He stared at you and then Eddie. "I keep sneaking them." Eddie said, earning a "ohhh" from Steve.

"Eddie." Hopper said, making him jump. "Uh... Ye-yes sir?" He asked. "Are you staying for dinner?" Hopper asked. You rose a brow, looking at Eddie and then your dad. "Is that allowed?" You asked. "Yep. Just uh... getting a head count. Have fun" hopper said leaving. "...holy shit." Eddie gaped. "Well that was nice-" "Babe I think he's going to kill me!" Eddie said.

You snorted, as did Robin. "Why would he-" "Uhm, hello? Dating his daughter? He's going to kill me- oh god they're never going to find my body" Eddie said making you laugh. "Baby, maybe, just maybe. You should talk to him." You said. "Me?" Eddie asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Talk to your dad?" He asked. "Yes." You nodded. "Alone?" He asked. "Yes, Eddie. Alone." You said. He looked at you. "...So are you two in on the murder together?" "Oh my god."

However he did take your advice seriously, going to Hopper at the end of the night when he was doing dishes. "Uh, Mr.... Mr. Hopper?" Eddie asked. Hopper turned, the natural disdain for Eddie falling on his face. "I-I was wondering if-if we could uh-" "Sit." Hopper said, motioning to the stool. Eddie sat down. "I don't like you." Hopper said. "....Well I kinda got that." Eddie said. "I don't have to like you." Hopper said. "I understand-" "But Y/n loves you. You make her happy so I will TRY to get along with you." Hopper said. "Yes sir" seemed to be the only thing Eddie could say before Hopper grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward. "However." He began. "If you ever hurt my daughter, I will kill you. There is no question. Am I understood?" He asked. "...Yes sir" Eddie squeaked out. "Good. Do you need a ride home?" Hopper asked. "No sir." Eddie said. "Okay. Get out." Hopper said, letting go of his shirt.

Eddie nearly knocked over the stool sprinting out of the kitchen. He gave you quick kiss goodnight before bolting out the door. You knew that Hopper was the only man who made him that skittish. You walked into the kitchen. "Dad, what did you say to Eddie?" You asked. "What?" Hopper asked. "He seemed weird and scared when he left, what did you say?" You asked. "I didn't say anything, if anything I was trying to bury the hatchet." Hopper said. "...Uh huh, what did you say?" You asked.

Hopper sighed. "I said that I didn't have to like him but I'd try to get along with him because you loved him." He said. "And then?" You asked. "Why do you assume-" "Because there's always a 'and then?' With you." You said. "...And then I said if he hurt you I'd kill him." He added. "Aha! I knew it!" You said. "It's literally my job as your dad to tell him that!" Hopper defended. "Dad, Eddie is so afraid of you that when you were nice to him, he legit thought that he was going to be murdered." You said. "...I strongly considered it." He said.

You sighed. "Does he make you happy?" Hopper asked. "...Yes dad, he makes me very happy." You said. "Then it's fine." Hopper said. You smiled slightly. "But he will die if he hurts you" Hopper said. "Oh please, I'd hand you the shovel." You said, walking out the kitchen.

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Twitter

"Why is it that every time something happens- it's the three of you?" Tony pointedly asks Bucky, Sam, and you. You knew this wasn't going to be good when Tony rounded up everyone for an urgent, impromptu meeting. Now, you were all sitting around the conference room with a very annoyed Tony Stark standing at the end ready to lecture you all.

"You know I ask myself the same thing every single day," Bucky sarcastically quips.

"I honestly don't even know how I got dragged into this," Sam playfully huffs.

"You're the cause of this!" Bucky shouts. 

"Okay," Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can someone please explain to me how this happened?"

"Um..I guess it started when Peter signed me up for Twitter and Instagram?" you reply.

"And why did he do that?" Tony says, looking pointedly at Peter.

"Come on, even Steve has a Twitter! Plus she's already got like a million followers!" Peter remarked.

"I have a question: how did you get verified before I did?" Thor asks.

You simply shrug. "I don't know- Peter set everything up. All I did was post a couple of pictures and fill in my bio."

Tony holds up his phone. "Yeah, let's take a look at that: Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."

"You can't go wrong with Taylor Swift," you and Peter simultaneously reply.

"You know, this really is Sam's fault. She posted an innocent picture, Sam's the one that took those screenshots," Bucky interjects, pointing at Sam in accusation.

"And what screenshots might those be?" Tony exhales in annoyance.

"Well, you shouldn't have liked her picture so quickly! Literal seconds after she posted. And then you followed her back instantly, you made it too easy," Sam retorts, still laughing at the amount of chaos he stirred up with a few posts. "Plus her caption was 'sometimes all I think about is you' and then she tagged you!"

"Peter said I should give photo credits," you innocently explain. "James took the picture, so I tagged him. Then Sam commented, 'My OTP', with a heart. And I don't really know what that means, but then he tweeted, "'Grumpy x Sunshine ship confirmed?' with those screenshots. And then Wanda replied, 'Sam running their ship account confirmed?'"

"It's not my fault that he forgot to switch accounts," Wanda snickers.

"And then Steve replied, 'Sam explained what ship means- I ship it.'"

"Steve?" Tony prompts.

"What? I'm trying to appeal to a younger demographic," Steve scoffs, then mumbles, "And I do ship it... Besides, Nat's the one that replied to all of them, accusing me of helping Sam run that account- which I do not."

"Okay, all that's great," Tony interjects, rolling his eyes. "But that doesn't seem like something that would trend worldwide for 24 hours!"

"Just wait, it gets better!" Sam laughs.

"Of course it does," Tony sighs.

"In my defense...I didn't think you could zoom in on Instagram and- Peter and Steve approved it!" you exclaim, throwing Peter and Steve under the bus.

"You can zoom in?!" Steve asks, looking around the room to see scattered nods. "Ohhh...now this all makes sense. I wouldn't have approved it if I knew that."

"What was wrong with the second picture?" Tony grumbles, now rubbing his temples.

"Apparently you can see James sitting in my bed, taking the picture through the mirror," you meekly explain.

"Okay?" Tony exhales.

"Hold on, it gets worse," Sam continues, still laughing.

"You know the wall of Polaroids in my room?" You meekly ask. "Well the picture was me standing in front of it."

"People wouldn't have even payed any attention if Sam hadn't posted a screenshot of the picture zoomed in- I mean at that point just go take a picture of the wall and post that, Sam!" Bucky ranted. 

"Can I?" Sam asks, his voice filled with excitement.

"No!" Bucky shouts.

"You know, what you're all about to be banned from social media," Tony threatens.

"Who even calls it social media?" Sam teases. "You sound like an old man."

"An old man that has been watching people lose their minds over 2 pictures! And let's not even start on the fact that you're running an account of a relationship that you have nothing to do with."

"I beg to differ- I'm the reason they're together. And I don't run that account," Sam replies, crossing his arms defensively.

"You're telling me, that if I go and check the IP address that the account is run from, it won't be from your phone?" Tony accusingly asks.

"Well, maybe I got hacked," Sam offers.

"So you do run the account!" Wanda exclaims. "I knew it- tomorrow, post that picture of the two of them cuddling on the couch."

"That's it - I give up," Tony mumbles, walking away from the conference table in defeat.

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IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 9

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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, drinking, injury

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The moon floated in the cloudy night sky like a coin in inky black water, stars barely peeking through the haze like drops of milk. Big Ben’s spire pierced through the veil, and when the camera panned down, a man– no, creature , howled in the lonely streets, his hands raised towards the stars. 

“This has got to be the dumbest one yet.”

“Dumber than getting thrown around like a football?” Johnny replied, laughing incredulously at your remark; you shook your head.

“No no , that’s a totally different breed of dumb. This is just…” You trailed off, then gestured at Chris, gleefully sprinting down the road in a hoodie and wolf mask. “Look at him.”

“C’mon, don’t be a fuckin’ killjoy.” Steve-O teased, nudging your ribs a little harder than you expected and making you jolt. With a jab back at his ribs, you smiled.

“I can call it stupid and still enjoy it.”

It was hardly even a stunt, simply an excuse to run around like a knob and weird people out, and all of you followed along like giggling kids. Some shots were a bit of a hassle - should’ve known that popping out at people on a late night tube would tempt some wanker to take a swing at Chris, but you all managed to escape just as the carriage doors opened, so no harm no foul. Besides, you bet these guys have been in worse scraps. To be honest, out of all the stunts the lot of you had filmed over your time in England, this was by far your favourite. No cringeworthy accidents, nothing totally disgusting or grim, just running around like headless chickens while Chris howled for all he was worth. It was just lighthearted fun, and a great way to close out your shoot. Even you got involved, although… not knowingly . You were distracted settling a debate with Steve-O [“you can smoke damn near anything, trust me, i have” “yeah but smoking incense like a cigarette can not be good for you”] when his expression suddenly changed from neutral to a shitty smirk. Before you had time to question what the hell he was so smiley about, you were literally swept off your feet. You screamed, as whoever had you in the bridal carry howled like a mad man; at least it was obvious who it was long before he had reached the park, giggling in a very un- wolflike way.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked, a little breathless as you clung to the front of his hoodie - you really wished he wasn’t wearing that shitty wolf mask, the low light of the street lamps made it look genuinely freaky. 

Chris chuckled, putting on a darker tone this time. “ You’re fresh meat.” Though the ‘intimidating’ voice didn’t last long, as he broke back into a dopey giggle. When he finally ran back to the crew and put you down, you promised yourself to watch your back more vigilantly in the future. With that little escapade, everyone decided you had enough footage of Chris jumpscaring poor passers-by, the executive decision was made for celebration drinks in a bar near Tower Bridge. Tremaine was nice enough to get the first couple rounds for everyone, toasting the crew for their hard work on the past few months of shooting; he then turned to Johnny, Chris and Steve-O to make a special mention: “takes balls to do the dumb shit you guys put yourselves through.”

“Hear hear!”

Down the hatch, let the good times roll. Sure, you drank every night here, but this really did feel special, a joy and undeniable relief that everyone felt with the end of filming. The only thing was that you wish truly everyone was here to celebrate it too - despite not knowing Dave and Ehren that well, they deserved to be here much more than you believed you did. Not to mention Bam and Ryan… you stared into the bubbling liquid in your pint glass as the thought arose. Shit, you really missed them. You haven’t even been gone that long and you missed them. It was great being here with Johnny, Chris and Steve-O, but you couldn’t shake that feeling of an important piece of the puzzle being missing. You raised your glass to your lips and wondered what they were doing right now…?

You should ring Bam...

“Hey, what you staring into space for?” 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the tipsy Chris now sitting next to you. Wait, where did everyone else go? Your head darted around, noting how the group had splintered off into different parts of the bar - you must’ve been so wrapped in drinking and thinking that you hadn’t noticed them all go. 

“Huh… don’t know. How long was I out for?”

“Oh, dunno really, I was caught up with some guy. Anyway, you looked like you were thinkin’ too hard so I came over to get us some drinks. Wanna do shots?”

You quirked an embarrassed smile, letting your preoccupations slip out of your head. “Sure, get whatever you want, I’ll pay.”

“Oho! Well if you insist~ ” He giggled coyly, twirling his shoulder-length hair around his finger before turning to the bartender with his order. As he chatted, you lingered on the outline of his profile, the way his nose curved into his lips and other poetic nonsense. You never noticed how cute his nose actually was, it complimented his face nicely. Not that his face really needed complimenting, it was pretty damn great already. Then there was his pretty hair, slightly curly and hanging a little ways past his ears - it was long enough to run your fingers through and catch the knots. It suited him well.

Oh no, the booze was getting you all sappy .

You squinted at your beer for a second, as if to scold it, then quickly decided you didn’t give a shit

“You gonna grow it out?”

“Huh?” Chris asked, tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he pushed your shot in front of you. You motioned to his head.

“Your hair, I mean it’s already kinda grown out but, like, gonna grow it out s’more? Get real hippy dippy?”

“Oh… yeah, I was thinking about it.” He seemed caught off guard, shifting on his stool. A little hazy eyed, you nodded, face unreadable.

“...Your hair’s nice, soft. I hope you grow it out. Hippy dippy looks good on you.”

For a moment he just blinked at you, but a grin soon split his cheeks, and if you looked a little closer [or were a little less drunk] you would’ve noticed the splash of red that started to stain across the bridge of his nose. 

“What a charmer! Your hair’s nice, too - really nice, actually. Hope you let me comb through it again.” 

You smiled bashfully, bumped your shot glasses together with a ‘clink’ and knocked back the pair of snakebites. Burning, tinged with the citrus of lime juice, but it felt good going down, and Chris’s warm smile only served to soothe that burn. His eye twinkled mischievously as he watched you set the shot glass back down with a heavy hand.

“Wanna do another?”

The two of you got caught in your own world for god knows how long, chatting about who the fuck cares and getting totally shitfaced. You didn’t remember the last time you felt so light - it’s always so easy with Chris, he’s such a calming presence. At one point in the night you told him he reminded you of a capybara, and he drunkenly laughed and said you reminded him of a deer. You pulled a face and asked him why the hell are you a deer? And he said, “ No it totally makes sense. You’re this pretty, flighty thing but you got antlers and they fuckin’ hurt when you use them. Also, when you get surprised you get this cute wide-eyed look.” There were no further questions, you were busy downing your drink to quell the fuzzy feeling in your chest.

It could’ve been minutes or hours the two of you spent talking, but it couldn’t last forever. You were far gone, but you were with it enough to notice raised voices near down the other end of the bar. You furrowed your eyebrows, ignoring Chris mid sentence as you leaned to the side to look around him and see what the big deal was, only to see Steve-O jabbing his finger at a much larger bloke’s chest. 

“Shit.”

“What?” Chris turned to see what you were looking at. “Ah shit. ”

To Chris’ surprise, Steve-O didn’t even seem to be the aggressor this time - the stranger, clearly wasted off his fucking nut, had a demeanour like a rabid dog, shoulders hunched over and shoving at Steve’s shoulder. Instinctively, your face screwed up in distaste as you watched it unfold, tensions rising when the guy grabbed Steve by the front of his shirt. Like you were on autopilot, you got up from your stool and marched over, ignorant to Chris’ slurred questions and your unsteady feet.

You knew damn well Steve-O can take care of himself, but to be entirely honest, this wasn’t for him. You were pissed in both senses of the word, and this was what you wanted to do.

“Mind your fucking business!” You barked, yanking the guy by the back of his shirt to get his attention. He looked over his shoulder, but didn’t pay you much more mind. Alright dick, as if you were gonna get ignored like that. You looped round, wedging yourself in between him and Steve and started pushing at the strangers chest. “Hey asshole fuckin’ look at me! I said mind your fucking business! ”

“The fuck ‘s this?” He asked, shoving you back by the shoulder like he did Steve. “Your fuckin’ bird stickin’ her neck out for you?”

“‘M not a fuckin’ bird shit for brains.”

“The fuck does he mean ‘ bird ’?” Steve asked nobody in particular, because right now your tunnel vision was set on the random man twice your size.

“Stop yapping and get the fuck out of my way, dizzy cunt.” The stranger spat, moving to push past you but you threw your entire weight into his front, managing to knock him back.

“I'll show you a dizzy cunt you fuckin’ bell end!”

You jammed your boot into his shins as hard as you could, and though it knocked you off balance, you steadied yourself in time to catch him wincing. However, it didn’t nearly have the effect you hoped. What followed happened too fast for you to really catch on - one second you were on your feet, the next your head hit the sticky bar floor, hot pain starting to radiate across your face and the taste of metal arising in your mouth as the edges of your vision started to black out. The stranger was ushered out by security - no matter the fact you were the little shit starter, if security sees a big guy knock someone out, they’re gonna be the one getting kicked out. Just before you totally blacked out, some familiar concerned faces crowded around you, and it kinda reminded you of when you wiped out on that ramp the first time you met them all, especially when Knoxville said,

“ Shit, [Y/n] you good? How’s your head?”

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Ugh…Wow… 

Your head really fucking hurts.

You don’t know who you are, where you are, anything really, but you could be sure of that much.

Your head really really fucking hurts.

Well, that and one other thing you noticed - the distant sound of people talking, maybe in a hallway? If you opened your eyes you could probably figure it out, but you didn’t really feel like it right now. In fact, considering the way you felt right now, you didn’t want to move for a million years. Which is saying something, since whatever you were lying on was pretty uncomfortable, starchy and stiff, nothing like your sheets at home. So, you could rule out home. One step closer to solving the mystery. You could hear other sounds nearer to you, things like coughing or hushed conversation; if you put in the effort, you could just about make it out. Something full of jargon, sounded professional. Well that’s just confusing, why would you be asleep somewhere professional? Through the thin skin of your eyelids, you could also tell there was a lot of bright light, light that’d probably hurt when and if you decide to open up. Looking forward to that. Bet that’ll do wonders for your head. Despite your hesitation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get much more information without using all of your senses, so begrudgingly, you opened your eyes.

“ Jesus! ” You jolted at the unexpected presence of a man in hospital scrubs standing right next to you. The initial spike of your heart rate soon calmed as he looked at you with confusion; your expression was purely disgruntled. “Do you just… hang around like that? Waiting to jumpscare unconscious people?” He didn’t respond, simply picked up a telephone receiver on the bedside table and made a succinct message. You started to look around, eyebrows furrowed and eyes twitchy every time a certain movement made your head hurt. “Why aren’t I at the bar? Why am I in a hospital?”

“Your friends brought you into A&E about two hours ago, apparently you were knocked unconscious in a fight.”

You sucked the air through your teeth, reaching up to massage your throbbing temple.

“Shit, again? Man, I’ve gotta stop doing this, can’t be good for my head…”

“Not the first time then?”

“Well, first time getting my shit kicked in by a dude, I think. Unless I just don’t remember.” 

The nurse hummed, he seemed concerned, but ultimately didn’t ask any more questions. He pottered around a bit, checking your blood pressure and heart rate only for it to come back pretty normal, if on the low side. All the while, the painkillers he gave you started to kick in. 

“Hey uh… don’t know your name…”

“Nurse is fine.”

“Impersonal, alright, anyway you said I came here two hours ago? Was I really out that whole time?”

“Actually, when you came in you were conscious, but you fell asleep in the waiting room, and that was a concern due to the possibility of a brain injury.”

At least you weren’t knocked out for that whole time… you started to pick at your hospital wristband, noticing the dried blood stains on your shirt as you looked down. The wristband was kinda cool the more you looked at it, maybe you could laminate it and keep it as a bracelet or something… then when you craned your head up again, you were alone. Huh, no goodbye? Probably a pretty busy guy if he’s working A&E, you didn’t mind hanging out on your own for a bit; in fact, you could probably do with some solitude.

Well too bad, you weren’t getting any.

“Found ‘er.”

Following the familiar gravelly voice came Steve-O’s head ducking through the hospital room doorway. 

“Oh, hey. Did they not tell you where I was?”

“Didn’t even let us follow you, dude.” Steve-O complained, taking a seat next to the hospital bed. “Fuckin’ weak, dunno why they rushed you off like that.”

“Probably ‘cuz of my bad brains.” You flicked your own forehead for emphasis, but just caused a twinge of pain in the process. Steve-O shrugged, leaning his arms on his thighs so he was a bit closer to you.

“You’re fine, bet you’ve gotten worse.” He trailed off for a second, staring at his shoes then back at you. “Why’d you get in between us like that?”

“Eh, don’t know. Had a lot to drink, wanted to piss somebody off… didn’t think he’d actually take a swing though.”

“All bark, huh?”

“No way I have bite, kicked the guy in the fuckin’ shins. He was being an ass anyway, deserved it.”

Steve-O smiled, not the impish one you’re used to but something softer. “...Thanks. That was pretty cool of you.”

You stalled for a second, but settled for mirroring his smile. “Don’t mention it.”

“ [Y/n]!”

Enter, Johnny and Chris. Chris wasted no time coming right up to your bedside. “Dude, did he scramble your brains?”

“Yeah, don’t even remember your name, Chris.”

Chris snickered, but he seemed preoccupied by something. “I, uh… I feel kinda bad about the whole thing, I should’ve held you back or something. I don’t know why I didn’t, it just–”

“If it makes you feel any better, I literally wouldn’t let you stop me.” You assured, shrugging nonchalantly, and he managed to crack a smile.

“Still, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair it might’ve been an excuse to touch his hair again . “You’re too soft for your own good, y’know.”

“Jeez, you’d think they’d at least clean the blood offa ya, you look a mess.” Johnny commented, coming up on the other side of your bed to get a good look at you. He looked around for a second, then reached for the box of tissues he spotted.

“There’s blood ? Seriously? But my nose doesn’t hurt..”

“I think the guy had rings on or something, gave you a gash on your cheek.” Steve-O explained, scratching at his left cheek as if to demonstrate. 

“Eh, don’t worry about it, I gotcha.” Johnny assured, dipping a tissue into a glass of water enough to wet it but not have it break apart; his free hand cupped your cheek, warm and directing so he could keep your head facing him, and with a gentler hand than you thought him able, started to dab at the dried blood on your face. Sure, it still hurt , after sitting on your skin so long he had to scrub at some parts, but it was relaxing nonetheless. He let out little ‘sorry’ s every time you winced or hissed, and all too soon, it was over. Without thinking, your head followed his hand as he released your face, chasing the warmth of his palm, and to your relief he didn’t bother to mention it.

“There, now we’re even.”

“Nurse Knoxville.” You teased, resting your arms in your now folded lap as Steve-O and Chris chuckled.

“He’d be a shit nurse.” Steve-O snarked, followed by Chris.

“Bet he can’t pull off the outfit like I can.”

“Real nurses don’t even wear that skimpy shit, look–” Johnny motioned to the nurse stood in the doorway, staring disapprovingly at the group. “ That’s what they actually wear.”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your nurse said bluntly, fully entering the room. The guys all brushed him off.

“Nah, ‘s okay, we know her.” Chris assured, as if that was the issue.

“That doesn’t matter, only immediate family’s allowed. We’re not sure of her condition yet.”

“Aw c’mon , look at her, she’s fine.” Steve-O insisted, but the nurse wasn’t going to be convinced as he started to usher Steve out of the shitty plastic chair he was sat in. 

“Really, I’m fine, we’ve gotta go catch a flight anyway so–”

“I really wouldn’t advise that. We’d like to keep you overnight so we can monitor your condition–” The nurse was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket; he pulled out a pager, took one quick glance, then heaved a heavy sigh. “There’s something I need to tend to… can you hang on for ten minutes?”

You nodded, so he swiftly left. Busy, busy man.

Johnny whistled, playing with his hands as he turned back to you. “You don’t have to give ‘em your insurance info or anything?”

“Nope, free healthcare.”

“Great, let’s get you out of this miserable li’l matchbox.”

You weren’t going to argue, you had shit to do. Lucky they didn’t put you in one of those paper-y hospital gowns because you really didn’t feel like staying longer than you absolutely had to. Once Johnny helped you over the metal railing of the hospital bed and Chris picked up your jacket, you hightailed it out of that A&E room before any nurse could stop you. It was still dark when you made it outside, but clearly nearing daylight, as that deep navy started to lighten to an ultramarine blue. You always liked that stage of the night sky, thought it was so pretty when everything was bathed in that hazy blue glow. The rental car was pulled up in front of the hospital entrance so you were all able to pile in as quickly as possible, then off you went on the way home. 

Flashes of street lights flitted past the car window, and you watched as the cityscapes changed and flowed. A tug at your hospital wristband caught your attention, and you turned to Chris.

“Gonna keep it?”

You hummed and gazed at it again. “...Yeah, looks cool.”

With all your fondness for Chris, you hoped you weren’t sitting next to him on the plane back.

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[whosdinkleyhenderson]

who's rocky pt2 (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x FemReader)

Warnings: Heartfelt moments and sadness

Songs Begin with; Two strong hearts - John Farnham End with; Head over heels - Tears for fears

Who's Rocky - PART 1

A/n: Here's part 2. I hope you enjoy it. I'm not too sure if I'm going to continue this.

Word count: 3332

"GOD! Why are you upset with me?"

"We'll maybe you drooling over Nancy, who! If you forgot. Broke your heart into a million pieces." you hissed.

"You can't be serious."

"The hell I am serious you jackass."

"Stop calling me a jackass."

"What's wrong, jackass."

"Y/n stop it."

"Jackass!"

"Y/N!" 

"JACK. ASS."

"THAT'S IT! Either you two go somewhere and have sex, coz the sexual tension is so freaking intoxicating in here. Or shut up and help us with the Vecna's curse."

You both fell silent at Dustin's shouts.

"Thank you."

"I would have never hurt you like Nancy." You whisper. Eyes trailed across the room to nowhere.

Looking down at you, Steve was surprised. Your eyes were strained to the floor. You looked hurt. Mentally scolding himself, Steve brought a hand under your chin.

"What did you say."

"Nothing."

"Y/n. Baby."

"Go suck Nancy's dick Jackass." You hiss, pulling his hand away and strutting over to Robin.

"Now here's the plan, we're..."

Dustin's words drowned out as Robin sighed. She knew the kid had a big ego, but never like this. Maybe it was his tone. Slumping your shoulders you sighed loudly. Catching the girl's attention, purposely.

Rolling her eyes at the baseball cap-wearing kid. Robin nudged you. "Does this kid ever shut up?"

"You think he's bad now? Trying babysitting him when he was six till this day I still don't know how he managed to explain the whole production of how babies were made to me... I was eleven at the time."

"HE WAS SIX!?" she shouted.

"ROBIN." Dustin hissed.

~1980~

You had been staring at the question for the past twenty minutes.

'What is the purpose of a period?'

Eyebrows scrunched together, pencil tapping against your bottom lip.

"How the hell should I know." You mumbled.

You were supposed to be babysitting your neighbour's annoying kid. What was his name, David? No, Daniel, Nah... Dustin? yeah, Dustin.

That reminded you. Where the hell was he.

The sound of what you assumed was legos, being smashed to the ground filled your ears.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Getting up from your seat you made your way down the hallway and to the right.

"Dustin. What the hell?"

Pulling open the door, you saw the baseball cap-wearing kid on the floor surrounded by, well you had no idea what it was, but it was not legos. More something illegal, all it had was wires sticking out of it.

"Is that a radio?" You asked, confused.

The kid sat in pure silence, the only noise being the ticking of the clock in the dining room. You both locked eyes.

"...No..?"

Of course, you, of all the preteen kids in the street, had to be babysitting Dustin Henderson.

"Okay...? Then what are you doing?" You pressed.

Shooting up from his spot, he kicked the thing under his bed. "Nothing."

"Sure didn't sound like-"

"I said it was nothing." He stated, his little legs taking him to you.

"Come on let me help you with your homework." With that, he took off down the hall. Homework? Six-year-old, helping you with homework?

"YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD! HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW ABOUT HOMEWORK?" you hollered after him.

And there he was, sitting in the seat you were in writing away.

"No, no." You stalked up to him, peering down. Holy shit.

"How?"

He turned his little head to you and smiled. Before pointing to the diagram in your textbook. Eyes wide you stared at him with disbelief.

After numerous accounts of you, sending him to watch tv and his protests. Dustin had explained to you the whole aspect of the vital concept of sexual intimacy.

"And that is how babies are made."

~Present Day~

You smiled at the thought. Little shit.

And ever since that day you and Dustin, formed a sibling-like relationship. Him bugging you every five minutes. Even attempted to teach you how to play DnD, which just ended with you staring at the kid, especially when you saw him wearing - this even more ridiculous - hat.

"... Eddie the police have you as a potential suspect."

Perking up at this. Your eyes darted straight at 'Rocky' who was sitting down. An idea formulating in your head. Steve saw the clogs in your head-turning the minute your eyes grew wide and head snapped up.

He knew that look all too well.

You did this before you would either snap a snarky or sarcastic remark at someone. He remembered that week, it was the week Billy first moved to Hawkins.

~1985, Senior Year~

You had been seated in the bleachers, 'watching', Steve at practice. Trying to scratch the stain off your white converses had been way more interesting than watching a bunch of 'low self-esteem cocky, dickhea- sorry 'Hawkins' high basketball team practice for this year's tryouts.

Since you forgot to bring your walkman to school today. It was either that or do your homework, which you and your teachers knew was not going to happen. So the yellow stain on your shoe, it was.

Cheers had erupted from the team, someone must have scored. Peering up you saw Steve lying flat on the floor and this mullet-wearing asshole flaunting his shit. Though you were too caught up on how sexy Steve looked, you could just take him -.

"Hey sexy, never seen you before."

Snapping out of your horny trance, you were met with sky blue eyes. Cute, you thought. Looking him up and down, you smirked.

"Well, maybe you would, if your eyes weren't trained on every girl's ass in this school... besides I wouldn't bother with Carol. She is flat as a blackboard." you simply stated picking your nails.

Billy for once in his life looked gobsmacked. He usually was able to make girls blush, not... disinterested. That, however, didn't mean he was going to give up easily.

Chuckling, he took a hold of your hand. Caressing it, before yanking you forward. This guy needed a mint and a shower.

"My eyes are up here sweetheart, not at your fingernails."

Steve watched the interaction between you and Billy. This was not going to end well.

"Oh, I know. It's just that, I don't want to have to look at something that's cliché... or was it provocative, like you."

Billy's eyes widened.

"Hey Billy, come on man. You don't want to waste your time with her." Tommy called.

"Oh, believe me. I wouldn't mind a taste of this one." You watched as his eyes grew with lust, as he did so. Lord, here we go.

"Go on, Billy. Your boyfriend's calling." Snapping his head to you, what was once lust now was replaced with fire.

Sensing something was going to happen, Steve made stealthy movements toward you two.

"Hey, Billy? Man? What's up?"

Steve saw the clogs in your head turn.

"Nothing, man. Just this little bitch." Billy called, beginning to grow frustrated, with you.

And that's when it happened.

"Is that what you call Tommy, huh? Little bitch...? Kinky."

Your attempt to anger the guy was one big failure. You instead intrigued him.

Billy leaned in, stopping right next to your ear. His hot breath touched your cheek. This bitch was panting, heavily. He definitely needed a shower.

"You're such a little tease, L/n." He whispered, pushing off the bench and walking past all the boys.

~Present~

And there it sat. That menacing smirk, the smirk that got any guy on their knees.

"A convicted killer? And here I thought you were the leader of a Satanist group...? Kinky." You stated.

Satanist, Eddie thought.

Everyone's attention was now on you, Lil ol' you.

"Y/n!" Dustin hissed loudly. "Do we need to get you desexed!?"

Steve knew what you were doing, he knew all too well. Yet choose to not fall into your games... At least he thought he wouldn't.

"Dustin, just...just continue."Steve fumbled out clearly annoyed with you.

Peering his gaze away from you, the young boy continued.

"Anyway! In order to prevent anyone from experiencing a trance by Vecna. I'm going to ask that we pair up... wait...one...two...seven... okay maybe one will be a group of three."

"I'm going with Rocky." You stated bluntly. Staring Steve dead in the eyes. Walking over to Eddie, you reached your hand out.

He looked at it, then behind you.

"Would you just take my hand, it's not poisoned."

Hesitantly Eddie grasped your hand. Soft, he thought.

"Woah! Woah. What? No! Y/n, you're coming with me. Whether you like it or not."

"The hell I am. Fuck off. Besides, I want to make a new friend... is that so bad?" Without any protests. Or more like Steve yelling at you to get back here. You and Eddie left.

Sighing Steve kicked the closest thing near him.

"Damn, bitch."

"Well, buddy it looks like you're stuck with me."

"What?" Steve hissed. "Wait, where did Robin go?"

Looking off to the other side of the room, Dustin, laughed nervously. "Well... whilst you and Y/n were bickering she left with Max and Lucas."

This information left Steve fuming.

"JESUS...! No, not again, I'm not being the babysitter again... there is no fucking way. Fuck this where did that bitch... making me jealous."

"Oh my God. Would you stop sulking and c'mon... baby."

"Hey! I'm not a baby." Steve snapped, walking out of the boathouse.

Rolling his eyes the younger boy followed. "Yeah... 'course not."

Meanwhile, there was silence between you and Eddie.

You flickered your flashlight up the tree and sighed.

"You know I could be at home right now...in my PJs... watching; Halloween, Beverly Hills cop...Streets of Fire... Rocky...But no."

Eddie stayed silent. You two had been walking in complete silence since you stormed out of the boathouse. You seemed really upset, at Steve that was. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"What's your favourite song?"

"What?"

"I said, what's your favourite song?" Eddie simply stated gesturing to your walk-man.

Gently touching it, you glanced up. No one not even Steve noticed that you had your walkman on you.

"How'd you -"

"My eyes see a lot of things, Y/n."

Chuckling you shook your head. "You know saying that, makes you sound more like a serial killer."

"Oh does it now?" He cocked his head. His fuzzy hair swiped across his shoulders. Cute.

"Well is Lil miss feisty going to answer my question, or do I have to find out myself?"

Taking subtle steps, he inched closer to you.

"Okay, okay... Hang on...you're gonna laugh at me. Okay?"

Gasping Eddie placed a hand on his chest. "ME? Never."

Taking your walkman out and pulling the headphones off you pressed the play button. The once silent woods were now filled with the rock hit.

"Tears for Fears, huh?"

As quick as the music came it went.

"See I told you."

"Hey, hey. I reckon it's cool... well I mean considering they're no Kiss."

"Yeah, I guess."

You hadn't noticed Eddie close the gap between the both of you, pressing play your music began playing again.

"Don't take my heart, don't break my heart. " He began singing.

He was close, very close. Lips about to touch close. No, you couldn't do this, what about Steve. Before you could do anything, Eddie step back, embracing the song. Wiggling his eyebrows at you, he swayed to the pop music. You giggled watching the punk rock teen dance around you like a manic. At this moment it made you miss Steve. Considering this was your song.

~Snow Ball 1984~

You both had promised Dustin, that you would be his emotional support for the winter dance. He had been going on about this girl, this popular girl, he wanted to ask to go with him. You had been sitting in the back watching all the kids get out of their car all nervous and dressed up. Bored, that was when a particular blue Camaro pulled up and a little redhead came out.

"I'll be back." You called opening Steve's door.

Slamming the door shut Max stuck her finger up at - who you knew damn right was- Billy in the car. Almost missing you.

"Max! Hey Max." Spinning around ready to shout, she caught your figure.

"Y/n. Hey." She smiled.

"Billy giving you a hard time...? You say it and his ass is grass."

The redhead looked up to you, she wasn't too sure what it was, maybe because you were different. And didn't drool over her brother, instead gave him a real hard time. Or maybe it was because you weren't self-efficient as all the other teen girls. Yeah, you wore makeup but it was only mascara and red-tinted lip balm. Not like the other girls. Or maybe it was how you could protect yourself.

"Nah, he's fine."

"Okay, well you have my number. Anytime you need I'll be there."

You sent a wink her way.

"Thanks, Y/n."

"No problem, foxy. Now show 'em what ya got it."

Max rolled her eyes at the nickname, 'foxy'.

Getting back to the car, you notice the empty seat, Dustin must have left. Opening the door you missed the look Steve gave.

"Where'd you disappear to?"

"Oh ya know, fairy godmother duty calls. As it does to you." You stated, earning a scoff from the boy next to you.

"I am no 'fairy godmother'."

You turned to him with a raised brow. "Sure, sweetcheeks, whatever you say. Keep your masculinity intact."

Without another word you two were off, Steve hadn't said anything but turned up the radio. The soft music drowned out the car's engine. Eyes fixated on the glistening trees passing by. They looked so beautiful under the moonlight. Steve had looked over at you. He wasn't sure exactly when he fell, but he knew it was strong, stronger than what it had been for Nancy. He wanted to tell you but wasn't sure when. He knew he had too, it was killing him inside. Turning out off the road and through a dirt one. He had continued down it, noticing from the side of his eye, that you moved to face him.

"Where are we going? You're not going to kill me, are you...? Coz if you are, I just want to you know..."

"I'm not going to kill you L/n, so calm down, okay...? Just trust me."

Keeping a wary eye on him, you nodded your head. About five minutes later, Steve parked the car, near a cliff. The view took your breath away, literally. One because you had a fear of heights. And two, because the view was absolutely stunning. You could see every single glow of the houses in Hawkins.

"Oh wow."

Yet, Steve's eyes were trained on an even more beautiful sight, in front of him. You.

"You like it?"

Looking back at him, you were surprised by his question.

"Like it? Steve I... I love it." A smile spreads across your lips.

"Wait. let me grab something." Quickly making his way to the boot of his car, Steve pulled out his mobile stereo. Watching him you raised a brow.

"Steve, what are you -" The song silence you.

I want to be with you alone,

And talk about the weather.

Tears for Fears was one of your favourite bands. How did he know?

"Dustin...uh... he told me they're your favourite band."

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face

Won't escape my attention

Your smile only grew and he loved that.

"Well milady, may I have the pleasure of sharing a dance with you."

You keep your distance via the system of touch

And gentle persuasion

Grasping the boy's hand, you gave a giggle but was silenced when Steve pulled you in close. Looking up with were met with kind brown eyes. Brown eyes that held so much adoration toward you. Humming along you rested your head on his chest and began swaying to the gentle music.

I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?

Oh, you're wasting my time

You're just, just, just wasting time

"I'm lost in admiration, could I need you this much?" Steve sang along.

Chuckling at the vibration of his voice against your cheek.

"You know, you may need some singing lessons, kind sir."

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

"Oh really well in that case. SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I'M HEAD OVER HEELS."

Throw it away, throw it away

You couldn't help but laugh at his horrid attempt to sing. Oblivious singing off-key on purpose, but at that moment you stared at him lovingly. Never had you ever felt this way. You knew right then and there, that Steve Harrington won over your heart. Meeting your eyes, Steve smiled. His heart fluttered at the sight of you.

I made a fire, and watching it burn

Thought of your future

Your hair, in its natural form, long and curly. Fluffy if that. Long lashes coated in the simplest bit of mascara and those rosie red-tinted lips. Those kissable lips. Leaning down, only inches from your lips, Steve paused. His minty breath fanning your hot plumped lips.

With one foot in the past, now just how long will it last?

Now, now, now, have you no ambitions?

My mother and my brothers used to breathing clean air

And dreaming I'm a doctor

You stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, gaining confidence. You pushed on your tip toes and adoringly smashed your lips into his. His soft and plump lips.

It's hard to be a man when there's a gun in your hand

Oh, I feel so

Your heart was beating rapidly, it felt like it was going to burst. But you didn't want it to stop. Not ever this moment was one that was going to be burned into your memory. Your first dance, your first kiss, your first love. The need for air pulled you both away from each other. With your eyes still closed you slowly let your lips slip.

Steve had been the first one to talk.

Something happens and I'm head over heels

I never find out until I'm head over heels

"Wow... that was... uh... that was." He was lost for words, he lifted his hand to his tingling lips. His finger lightly brushed where your lips had just been.

Something happens and I'm head over heels

Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart

Don't, don't, don't throw it away

"Yeah." You breathed.

"Y/n."

"Look I know, I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry... I should have asked for your consent... oh my God, I'm a perve, oh God."

"Hey, hey. Y/n." Steve firmly held your shoulders. "You are no perve. Don't ever say that."

And this is my four leaf clover

I'm on the line, one open mind

This is my four-leaf clover

You nodded your head vigorously. Hair falling in front of your eyes. Lifting his hand, Steve brushed the strands away.

"I wanted to do that for a while now?"

In my mind's eye

"Really?"

One little boy, one little man

"Hell yeah, Y/n... I don't know how to tell you this... but you've captured my heart." And with that Steve pulled you back in.

Lips to lips.

Chest to chest.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands around your waist.

Funny how time flies

~Present~

Yes funny how time flies. You smiled at the memory.

"Yo, Y/n." The sound of Eddie's fingers snapping on your face. Scared the shit out of you. Smacking the guy's hand away you glared at him.

"Thought you went all Chrissy on me for a second, there."

"Not getting rid of me that easily, Rocky," you smirked pushing past him.

With that, you two continued your journey. Almost missing the chime of a grandfather clock, echoing in the distance. 

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Every so often I have to remind myself that, "Yeah, bud, you went through a lot of shit." because someone will say something to me like I wouldn't understand, either because I've masked my trauma well enough, or they, for one reason or another, have decided that pain is somehow a contest, and that even referencing my own issues is me going, "Oh, poor, poor pitiful me!"

When, really, it's me going, "Oh, huh, I can kind of relate to that, but I don't really want to say, 'Ah, that's relatable' because that kind of downplays the whole thing-"

Oftentimes, when I talk about what I've gone through, it's more so to just... get it out there, I suppose.

And, although I'm not my trauma, I am the person it made of me.

It is part of who I am.

A weird, squiggly pile of something in my gut.

But, going back to the beginning...

I have to remind myself, sometimes, that I went through the things I did, because, like a lot of people who have trauma, I am still existing in survival mode.

And when you're trying to survive, you don't put much thought to the things you've already endured, just what'd going on now.

So you when you're worked up/anxious about things going on in the present, you're not looking back and thinking, "Well, I've gone through worse-"

Because the circumstances you were under then were different, they were extraordinary in the grand sense, not a good one.

Just because I am getting anxious over something small despite having dealt with greater problems in the past does not invalidate how I am feeling -then or now- nor does it diminish the pain and suffering of others.

However, there are times when a problem we might be facing needs to take a sideline to something else, because of the circumstances/nature of that problem.

For example; A printer being jammed and needing fixing is annoying and definitely something that needs to be taken care of, but if Steve from marketing has just hurt his leg on the stairs and needs help getting to the urgent care, Steve takes priority in this case.

This doesn't mean the printer being jammed suddenly stops being a problem though, or that no one cares about it being jammed/that someone won't come back around and go, "Okay, what can I do to help with this?"

It just means some things require more immediate action.

So, like, sometimes I'm the person dealing with the printer -or maybe I am the printer in some metaphorical sense- and other times I'm Steve.

And sometimes someone else is Steve, and, maybe, I'm Dave from accounting, who knows Steve and is worried about him.

Or, maybe, hell, maybe I'm Kyle, who doesn't know Dave or Steve or that the printer is jammed, and I just want to get my day over with, but there's other things going on so I have to wait until it's done to proceed.

Oftentimes, I am Kyle.

Waiting for the appropriate time to send a meme in the groupchat after someone just talked about something stressful.

Which is why other channels exist.

Also worth noting that being a "Kyle" in that sort of situation is not a bad thing.

Sometimes we're just in our own lane.

Something, something, I'm just rambling at this point, but yeah.

Today I'm the printer, but I'm good.

Just running low on magenta, ya know?

#lamp rambles #venting #kind of

[that-writer-101]

The Winter Nightmare. Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Author notes: hihi! So this is the last part I have pre-made from my old account, so from now on it'll be a bit more of a wait for the next parts! I post parts after the part after it is halfway finished!

Reminders: @vicmc624 @biblophilefox82 @cjand10

You look over to Fury, a smile forming on your face.

"Thank you..! Thank you so much!"

He walks over to you and shakes your hand, "I look forward to seeing you fight." Then he walks off.

You turn to say something to Natasha, but get cut off before you even open your mouth.

"You fight better when you're angry." Someone says. You turn back to the door and see Bucky in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

"Is that so?" You say in an irritated tone.

"Spar me." He says, causing Steve and Natasha to glare at him.

"Buck, no."

"Y/n, NO."

"Buck, she'll hurt you."

"Y/n, you'll pass out."

Steve and Natasha glare at each other.

"So you care more about your friend getting hurt than Y/n hurting herself?!"

"She hates Bucky! She'll hurt him more!"

Then an argument insures.

You and Bucky just lock eyes, annoyed at your two friends.

You grab your bag and walk out of the training room, Bucky following behind you.

"Those two are going to be the death of me I swear..." He sighs.

"Honestly. Do dumbass fights like that happen often here?"

"I dont know if they ever stop."

"Dear god.. I'm going to jump out the window I swear.."

The two of you make small talk as you walk up to your floor. It was the first non violent interacting you've had since.. Well forever. Maybe you two could actually become friends, perhaps you could learn to like this new Bucky.

No. Not the 'new Bucky'.

Bucky.

Not the Winter Soldier.

"Well, talk to you later I guess." You say, walking to the back of the floor to your room.

"Yeah."

You walk into your room and then into the bathroom. You take a shower and as you do, you start to think.

Maybe he's not so bad.

Maybe you judged him too quickly.

Natasha was right. He's a different person.

You might not know exactly what happened to him, but you could tell he was different.

You finish up your shower quickly, deciding that you should probably talk to him.

You quickly get dressed and dry your hair.

Just as you get up to leave your room, you hear a knock.

Great. Is all you think.

You finally decide to make amends with the demon who haunted your past and someone is getting in the way.

You go and open up the door. You expect to see Natasha or Wanda, maybe even Steve.

Who you see instead is...

Bucky...?

"Oh hey.." You say.

"Hey.. Can I talk to you?" He asks, which catches you off guard.

"Yeah! I was actually about to go talk to you.." You mumble the last part.

The two of you go sit on your bed. Neither of you say anything for a few minutes.

"I just want an explanation..." You say finally, breaking the silence.

So Bucky gives one. He explains the brain washing. He explains the fact that he barley remembers any of it, but seeing you again brought back memories. He explains everything.

"I am... So sorry.." You pitifully say, looking at him.

"You shouldn't be apologizing. I should. I.. Did some horrible things and-"

"You didn't want to. I chose to hate you before I knew what exactly happened. You had no control of your actions. I did."

"You had a damn good reason to hate me." His voice slightly cracks with tears, "Look, I don't want to get rid of my past.. But I want to move on from it."

"So do I.. I just.. I dont know if I can yet.." You stutter from your own choked back tears.

The room goes quiet again, but it was a comforting silence.

"I'm sorry, Flare."

"So am I."

And with that, the two of you just cry silently. Tears roll down your faces, an occasional hiccuping breath filling the room.

After a few minutes the two of you calm down.

"I'm gonna go watch some TV if you wanna co-"

You get cut off by yelling.

"Flare! Buck'! We're having a meeting! Let's go!"

The two of you quickly get up and go to the meeting room.

"We found another HYDRA base with valuable information in it. We need to infiltrate." Tony says.

"Ooh ooh! Can I go? I know how those places function! I can pick the locks! I also know where the guards hide!"

Everyone looks around at each other after you say that.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Steve sighs.

"I agree," Tony starts, "It hasn't been long since you were taken out from one of those bases. It could be triggering."

You deeply sigh, "I am OFFERING to go there. I want to go and take down the base. It could help me get over my past. Hell, I can easily sneak around in a place like that!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"I was allowed to go on HYDRA missions. Why can't she?" Bucky interrupts.

"Because, Buck."

"Okay, bEcAuSe isn't a reason." You say, clearly very irritated.

The room goes silent.

"I'm going wether you like it or not."

"You aren't going." Tony says in a stern tone.

"Yes. I. Am."

"No you aren't."

"I mean, I think she should go." Bucky says.

"Okay Barnes, you aren't saying anything useful so shut it." You say, trying to keep yourself composed.

"Y/n. You aren't going. You don't have a suit. It could be triggering. It is final."

You clench your fists.

"I do NOT care what you say. Those people tortured me for most of my life, I will end theirs."

Everyone looks around at each other again. They all realize that you aren't going to give up until you get your way.

Steve sighs, "Fine. You can go."

"Yay!" You say, your demeanor changing from angry to happy in the span of a second.

"So where's the base?" Natasha asks, changing the subject.

"Turns out there was base right near the one Y/n was kept at."

"Uuuuugh!" You groan, "I coulda told you that! You could see that base from the one I was at!"

"Wait," Natasha starts, looking at you, "You KNEW about this place?!"

"Uh yeah? The bases were practically intertwined. Anyway, I can completely sneak around that base, easy. The two bases were identical."

"Maybe bringing you with us won't be such a bad idea.."

For the next few hours, you all talk about the mission. Going is you, Bucky, Steve, Tony, Clint, and Natasha.

Three days. The mission is in THREE DAYS.

You took a hitched breath when that was mentioned, but you chose not to say anything. You just got your spot in the mission set, why complain now?

"We can have Clint sneak in the vents-"

"Don't go in the vents." You and Natasha say at the same time.

"Why's that?" Tony asks, arching an eyebrow at the two of you.

"Guards hide in the vents. They have multiple guns, knives, and other weapons. They're trained too, I dont know how well, but they're trained in fighting. Do other HYDRA bases not have that?" You sigh, sick of this seemingly never ending meeting.

"No they don't," Steve starts, looking over to you, "That's why this base, and the one you were at, are so dangerous."

"Hm."

"So we're all clear on the start of the mission?"

"Yeah."

"Yup."

"Sure."

"Guess so."

"Mhm!"

"Alright. Go chill out, or train. Training would probably be helpful but none of you ever listen to me so."

Everyone goes into the common floor and chills out. Well, except for Steve, he goes and trains.

You dont know why, but you continuously find yourself glancing over at Bucky.

Your mind goes back to the conversation earlier. He'd.. Opened up to you? Well you had opened up to him as well, so it wasn't that weird... right?

Did you forgive him? Well you don't feel overly mad whenever you see him anymore so that's a start for sure. I mean you did-

"Sparkler, you alright?" Natasha asks, interrupting your thoughts. Sparkler was a name you'd earned after constantly making small flame sparks out of your hands when you were bored.

"Hm? Oh, yeah I'm alright." Randomly going silent wasn't very odd for you, Bucky had done it to. Going quiet usually meant being deep in thought, typically about your past.

"Kay, I'm going to go make lunch, want some?"

You hadn't realized it was already noon, geez that meeting was long. "Sure."

The two of you get up and walk to the kitchen. "What're you gonna make?" You ask.

"Dunno, might make a salad.. Shit-" She responds, adding the last part as she accidentally knocks over the glass you'd put in the drying rack earlier, causing it to fall and shatter.

The crash makes you jump, shattering glass freaks you out after what happened when you were younger. You take in a sharp, hitched breath.

"You alright?" Natasha asks, sweeping up the shards.

"Y-yeah.. The sound of shattering glass just kinda freaks me out a bit.."

She just nods as she finished cleaning up.

She makes a salad and so do you.

"I gotta say, the food here is much better than the food they gave me at HYDRA." You laugh, taking a bite of your food.

"I bet." Natasha responds, taking a bite of hers.

The two of you finish your food and walk back into the common room.

The rest of the day was spent just chilling out. Talking, watching TV, eating, a few people went to train.

Before long everyone ate dinner and then went to sleep.

Except you.

You don't go to sleep.

You go up to your floor, sure, but not to bed.

You instead go to the large window in the dining room and look up at the stars.

You'd always loved the stars. They were the opposite of you. They sit up in darkness, a cool breeze below them, basking in the moonlight.

You lean your head closer to the cool glass to get a better look at the moon.

"You alright?"

The voice makes you flinch, causing you to slam your head against the window.

"Ow shit-! What do you want, Barnes?!" You sigh, exasperated.

"Sheesh," He says, putting his hands up, "Just checking up on you, you're quite literally staring out the window. Can't sleep?"

"Haven't tried. I was looking at the stars."

"They're quite pretty, aren't they?"

"Yeah.."

"You remind me of the night."

You give him a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"Cold, but pleasant once you get used to it."

You feel your heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Wait

WHAT?! 

No no no no! You can NOT think of him like this!

"Hm." Is all you can manage. You simply hope the darkness of the night conceals your blushing cheeks. A small smile crosses your face.

"Here follow me, I'm gonna show you a better place to watch the stars."

He walks off and you follow. He brings you up a few sets of stars until you get to the roof.

"Wow.. The stars are beautiful up here.." You say staring up at the dark sky, speckled with little dots of light.

"Yeah, i like to come up here sometimes."

The city light below no longer floods out the light of the stars, letting the full brightness glow.

You lay down, the coldness of both the night and the roof encasing you in a cool blanket.

Bucky sits next to you, also looking up into the sky.

"Ooh look! A shooting star!" You say, pointing at one flying across the sky, "Make a wish!" You giggle.

After a while of staring at the stars with Bucky, you feel your eye grow heavy. You yawn.

"Well, I'm gonna go head to bed. See you in the morning."

"Night."

You get up and walk back to your floor. All the while rethinking everything that happened. Especially the beginning.

He'd... Complemented you?

No no, surely you were taking it the wrong way, right? He was just being nice right?

No no no no! You're thinking too much into it! You should just get to bed and shut your eyes and go to bed.

So that's what you try to do.

Yeah it doesn't work.

You cant seem to ease your racing thoughts.

You BLUSHED when he said something to you. People only do that with someone they like, right? No way you were starting to develop feelings for him

...Right?

Oh dear god, you are! You like Bucky fucking Barnes!

What do you do about this?! You've hated him forever, what made you suddenly change!?

You groan into your pillow.

Well, you, Natasha, and Wanda are having a girls night tomorrow night, so you'll ask them what yo do then.

Oh but what if they make fun of you? What if they can't help you?

WHAT IF THEY TELL HIM?!

You groan again.

With your mind still racing, you close your eyes and fall asleep.

[morwap]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

nav | eddie munson x reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: food mentions, f!masturbation

word count: 2k

"you know how much it is?" you asked, unhooking your seatbelt and then grabbing your bag. Dustin seemed happy to be given a ride.

"15 i think" Dustin mumbled as he looked through it for any indication about the price. you handed him a twenty-dollar bill and Dustin thanked you then got out of the car and jogged to the store. you laughed softly as you shrugged your bag over your shoulder and got out, locking your car as you walked into family video.

family video always had a distinctive smell, like an old carpet but it was oddly nostalgic. you made eye contact with robin and steve, smiling at them as you start browsing movies.

your finger followed your eyes before stopping on back to the future, you never got to watch it when it came out so now was a good time, now thinking about what your night might be like. your mom worked a night shift tonight and your dad would go up to bed around 8 so you could go into the living room with popcorn after he's gone up to bed, you finished all your homework on Friday so you didn't have to worry about it.

the chime from the store doors took yours and Steve and Robin's attention, Dustin walked in and held up the new comic and you gave him a thumbs up with a smile.

you made your way to the register.

"hi robin," you said and smiled softly as you pushed the movie towards her, robin smiled then looked over at steve who had his arms crossed.

"see dingus, y/n knows me in high school and she's a cheerleader," she said making you laugh a little as steve rolled his eyes and shook his head before Dustin caught his attention.

robin started to check you out, you gave her your dad's account for the charge then she bagged it up, robin thanked you for coming into family video. you smiled at her and told her you'd see her at school.

"oh yeah, yeah, Eddie your new best friend"

you caught them in the middle of their conversation, you gulped at the mention of Eddie even though you had been thinking about him all damn day. taking in a deep breath and trying to shake the feeling of nervousness that had washed over you.

"what? you're both my friend- ugh whatever- I'm now gonna go with my NEW BEST FRIEND Y/N" Dustin scoffed playfully, you laughed and started walking towards the door with Dustin following.

getting back into your car and gently tossing your bag into the back after you got your keys out. starting your car and breathing in deeply as the new fresh air flushed out the smell of carpet. thankfully. 

"where to now Henderson?" you asked, backing out of your parking spot and checking your mirrors.

"you know where Eddie Munson lives?" Dustin asked, your throat went dry. Eddie Munson just seemed to follow you everywhere you went.

"um- he lives by max, right?" you stuttered out. 

"yeah! that's where I was going after family video, we're making dnd figures for hellfire" Dustin said, the chipper tone in his voice made you smile. he was just like when you babysat him, always sweet and funny, a total sweetheart.

"That sounds fun, hellfire is the club, right? I thought the shirts were pretty unique" you said, driving in the direction you knew was the trailer park. you smiled over at Dustin.

you've seen max in the halls and saw her over the summer at the clothing store you worked at the summer of 85' sometimes you were also her guide when the school year started, you had a group that consisted of max, mike wheeler (before he gravitated to Eddie because of two things, Dustin was part of Eddie's group and Eddie was talking about hellfire), will byers (but you learned he had moved and they just didn't take him off your list), Sidney and ted. Chrissy's group joined yours after you two just decided to show them around together.

"if you join you can get a shirt," Dustin said, the smile on his face staying strong. you laughed softly and shook your head,

"maybe one day, don't think you all would like to play with someone that has no idea what it even is, plus I'm pretty busy," you said, making sure you declined softly to make sure he knew you were just making fun of them for being into dnd. you heard Dustin laugh and agree about you being busy.

pulling into the trailer park and Dustin told you he lived literally across from max and as you pulled in Eddie was sitting on the steps to his place smoking a cigarette, you two made eye contact as you put your car into park. you took in his curly hair and the grey muscle shirt he was wearing that showed off tattoos.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you then blinked and lifted his brows, surprised to see you but you could understand that. Dustin greeted Eddie with a smile and wave, you opened your backseat door, getting Dustin's bike out of your backseat gently and trying not to scratch your car or his bike.

Dustin came around and helped you get it out, you heard Eddie get up from where he was sitting. you looked over your shoulder and made eye contact once again. Eddie smirked and cocked his head as he took a puff of his cigarette before stubbing it out and then tossing it to the ground.

"comin' back for seconds l/n?" Eddie teased, the smirk staying on his face. your breath caught in your throat, as you just whipped your head around and got the bike out.

"have fun," you said to Dustin with a smile, he thanked you for the ride and comic book money then went to lean his bike against Eddie's van then walked up to Eddie. eddie's eyes never left your frame as you shut the backseat door and then got into the driver's. you looked at him one more time, he was opening the door for Dustin but still keeping his eyes on you.

you smiled at him and he smiled back then turned his attention onto Dustin and walked in, shutting the door behind him. you started to back up and in the back window, you could see max coming out of her house.

turning your wheel and then straightening back up, now you could see her out the passenger side, you smiled and waved at her as she had a plate in her hands. max waved shortly, a brief smile appearing then vanishing. you heard from Lucas that her brother was in the mall fire and that since then she hasn't been the same. your heart broke for her, especially when seeing her come out of the counselor's office when you would walk Chrissy to her session.

driving out of there and turning the radio up, trying to keep Eddie from your mind by replacing the thoughts with what you should get for lunch and dinner. you could get a burger now and then heat up the pizza you had at home. Wendy's was the closest so you went for that, plus they had a new burger that came out.

you pulled into your driveway, the warm bag of food sat in your passenger seat. grabbing all of your things before getting out of your car and then pressing your keys to lock it. your dad was still in his recliner, you rolled your eyes and walked straight to your room. tossing your keys, bag, and the movie onto your desk as you sat down on your bed with your food.

tossing your now empty food bag into the kitchen trash then heading to the laundry room, taking your clothes out of the washer and putting them into the dryer. you tossed in your mom's laundry so she didn't have to do it when she got home.

you checked the time and it was now nearing 8, you heard your dad yawn and a smile crept onto your face as you went back into the kitchen and got out a big bowl, and the jiffy pop from the cabinet and set it next to the stove with some paper towels. now all you had to do was wait.

you wasted time by reading magazines, more like circling some of the shoes they advertised or some clothes that you thought were cute until you heard your dad leaving the living room. now it was 8:40, you grabbed the movie and headed for the living room.

setting it on the couch then going to the kitchen and working on your popcorn.

you made it halfway through the movie before your eyes started to feel heavy, your blinking turning into closing your eyes then starting to drift off then your body jumping awake. you yawned and turned off the movie and took the tape out, sitting it on top of the tv stand.

sleepily walking to the kitchen and dumping out the leftover popcorn and then putting the bowl into the sink then making your way to your bathroom.

after doing your bedtime routine you changed and got into bed, letting your thoughts consume you until your thoughts went from what you were gonna do later to Eddie fucking Munson, from his grey muscle shirt to his tattoos and his hair that you could tell he didn't style today then to the way his lips wrapped around his cigarette.

sleep had left you and it was replaced with a feeling that made you press your thighs together, you moved onto your back and stared at the ceiling.

sliding your hand down your stomach and into your pajama pants. it was only natural to feel turned on by a person you've had relations with, right? plus him teasing you earlier was supposed to make you feel like this.

your thoughts trailed back to when his hands were on your body, roaming it like he owned you. your hand got lower and slipped into your panties, moving your fingers to where you wanted them the most before moving them in circles. closing your eyes and moving your head on your pillow to get comfortable.

remembering how his lips kissed at your skin and went lower and lower, the way his warm tongue pleasured you without needing to be told where you wanted him to focus, you tried mimicking what he did with his tongue when he went down on you but it just wasn't the same even though it felt good. moving your fingers on your clit, and slightly rocking into your hand.

you hummed softly as you got into a rhythm that felt good, your breathing picked up a bit as you went faster and applied more pressure. imagining that Eddie's lips were on your neck moving down to your chest, then going lower and lower. imagining that you could grab his hair by his roots while his tongue would be lapping at your clit over and over, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs in your dreams.

your fingers felt different than his but you tried not to think too hard about it, the nicknames he called you rang in your ears, trying to hear it as if he was saying it right now. your mouth opened a bit, the softest noises leaving you as you could feel your orgasm coming in quick, knowing if you kept the pace up you'd cum quick. your cunt clenched around nothing.

in your mind, you screamed his name as you came, but in reality, you let out a soft low groan as you finished. your cunt spasming as you let off your clit and took your hand out of your pants.

staring up at the ceiling. masturbating to the thought of Eddie Munson would have never been something you would've done a week ago but here you are.

you got up and headed to the bathroom, washing your hands and cleaning yourself up.

after a bit you were back in your bed, your eye lids feeling heavy as your head hit the pillow.

#𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 e.m #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #stranger things eddie #stranger things fanfic #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things x reader #eddie munson stranger things #mean!eddie munson #bsf!chrissy cunningham

[maddy-ferguson]

since we're having ship discourse, i have to say that i disliked joyce and hopper's relationship dynamic in s3. they were so annoyingly portrayed and were always fighting, i am not sure why people are saying mlvn having fights/problems are a special thing that only exists in mlvn's relationship issues. and this sort of 'we give couples problems and then resolve them' writing is a thing that exists in duffers' writing. s3 ships are literally an example of that. and i just don't see joyce and hopper as some sort of a subversion of the trope, hopper wanted to be with her in s3 and then expectedly he was given what he wanted. and yeah yeah, it took time for them to be a truly thing in s4, but is it really some sort of a 'subversion of tropes', if anything it seems more tropy and fits the standards of a relationship. jncy like you said is also an expected relationship. like sorry but a girl breaking up with a jock and getting together with the town's outcast freak is not a subversion... it's literally a textbook from 80's relationship and couple thing. the only relationship subversion is really lumx if we're being real. and if we count dustin and suzie to account, then their relationship is pretty much expected anyway, and no, suzie being a mormon doesn't really change that.

and controversial take but i think we are sometimes going way too reach-y when we say the duffers are great at subversion when they fall to many tropes and stereotypes and expected things in their writing. just bc they sometimes subvert doesnt mean ST is a representation of subversion of tropes.

nooo don't use the d word...

i'm season 3 jpper and s3 hopper's biggest hater. in a season that has russians under a mall he's what i hate the most. and yes, i feel like if you're someone who thinks the duffers are all about subverting tropes and are aware of bsy then surely you must know that jncy is the most cliché trope-fitting relationship they could've possibly come up with?

i feel like there's evidence that they like subverting expectations and tropes (robin being a lesbian when they made you think she was gonna be with steve, the straight person getting rejected by the gay person instead of the other way around, eden and argyle's little "love at first sight" moment that makes fun of the concept, a main character who's had a female love interest for four seasons being in a love triangle where one of the option's a boy) but at the same time the reason why harmful tropes or just boring tropes become tropes over time is just that the people writing the stories...aren't aware of what they're doing necessarily? and the example i'm gonna use isn't a trope per se, but you know how in season 1 lucas is suspicious of el and doesn't like her? they had their ONE black character make the little white girl (who had a blonde wig on when he gets real mad lol) whose story we know and who we're made to empathize with sad. people (adults!) were literally racist to caleb over it. very predictable but they're also white people who didn't see it coming. things like that are why even though jncy is the most expected 80s sci-fi couple ever, i'm like...are they doing it on purpose and are gonna end the show with them broken up or are they just the men who wrote jonathan taking pictures of his future girlfriend taking her shirt off and then used it as a plot point and made us feel bad for jonathan when steve broke his camera over it because he's poor and couldn't afford a new one. like idk. i'm giving them the benefit of the doubt (not saying that if jonathan and nancy end up together i'm gonna throw a fit or anything i'll just be genuinely surprised) but i really just don't know. and jncy being too expected isn't the reason why i started thinking they were breaking them up but if you sent this to me i'm assuming you read my other answer on the subject! it's just kind of the icing on the cake. same with mlvn and bsy i don't think that's anyone's main argument but i just feel like expecting them to subvert bsy and then not expecting them to subvert whatever trope jncy is doesn't make sense. because that trope is like THE trope.

and yeah the fighting is definitely not exclusive to mlvn especially not in season 3, but i guess for joyce and hopper you could say they're fighting because they're not together? which is different from fighting because of their relationship? but yeah. it's just that with mlvn there's a million other things.

#i didn't reread this so i'm sorry if what i'm saying doesn't make sense #'​and no suzie being a mormon doesn't change that'😭 #i didn't say the magic word i better not see *********** explain why i'm wrong in five minutes #ask

[aparticularbandit]

I just thought about something. There was the whole thing with moving Thor's hammer in Age of Ultron... but remember that Widow refused to even try, saying it wasn't something that she wanted to try... do you think, assuming that Steve could have lifted Thor's hammer at the time and simply backed down because he didn't really see a reason to wield it, since it could cause trouble with Thor, that Widow would have been considered worthy or not? I'm guessing the answer is 'no she's not worthy' but I'm still curious~

I think Nat rightfully assumed it was a pissing contest and didn't want to join in.

I also think that Nat wouldn't have thought herself worthy and didn't need Mjolnir to tell her that (or to affirm the assumptions she was sure most of the others would have with regards to her worthiness - whether those assumptions were founded or not).

Beyond that, we'd have to look at the characters we know Mjolnir did qualify as worthy for commonalities between them (Thor, Vision, Steve (I'm not taking Jane into account here because although she WAS worthy, TLAT went a weird way of "she's worthy because Thor told Mjolnir to take care of her" and also she's much more complicated and also we're talking about characters defined worthy at the period of time in AOU (as opposed to potential worthiness later))) - and the main commonalities I see between those three is their innocence in doing good and their belief in the goodness of people.

Hope and faith and love, mainly, towards the normal person and a desire to protect that, which is roughly how Thor regains his worthiness in his first movie - he sacrificed himself for the common man, who he had grown to love and had faith and hope in their being good, etc. (It's been a while since I've seen the movie, don't judge me.) You can also see all of these in Steve and Vision VERY LOUDLY.

I think by Endgame, Nat's sacrifice very clearly demonstrates all of the above - or at least those as given to her fellow Avengers - and at that point, yeah, I would say she was worthy.

And I certainly think she has those in abundance towards her fellow Avengers in AOU (and I think Civil War semi-supports this - she sides with Steve because she trusts her Avengers family over the government, and she turns on Tony because she trusts in Steve and the validity of what he says about Bucky).

But I think, as a spy, Nat has a level of distrust and suspicion towards average people that you're not going to find in either Steve or Vision. Not that she believes everyone she runs into is bad, but that she's used to seeing everyone else as a potential antagonist or spy or something else in disguise. And she's definitely using Hulk instead of Banner, quite against what Banner specifically wants (we see this later on in AOU in the Battle of Sokovia), which is a clear decision of what she thinks they need to win over trusting in her fellow Avenger to know what is best for him.

So I would say that no, in AOU, I don't think Mjolnir would consider her worthy. (But that's character arcs! Progression! I think it's possible she's worthy in CW, but there's still that learning to trust the other Avengers to know what they need - which is the Steve choice - and then trusting them fully in Endgame - there's the progression of worthiness there!)

...which isn't getting into everything else, etc.

#musings #cobaltstarling #natasha romanov #mcu #black widow #bandit answers questions #IDK JUST THOUGHTS #i'm not a nat expert though #and it's been a while since i've seen a good chunk of the movies #but i also think nat's belief that she wouldn't be worthy plays into it too #WHY she thinks she's unworthy would change over the course of the movies too #and i also don't think the movie woukd have let her be worthy either #it would lose the necessary power and validity to get them to trust vis if anyone other than thor moved it #with the exception of steve because we KNOW steve's good #(not that worthiness and goodness are equivalent) #but like #steve being able to move mjolnir even the slightest bit confirms what the audience already suspected about steve #and vis being on steve's level says something to the audience #nat is a divided topic #and would be even among the avengers #and then vis's trustworthiness would have been in question #and it couldn't be in question #a n y w a y

[golbrocklovely]

HEAVY AGREE on your Matt Rife take. It’s so evident that the reason he flopped so bad isn’t bc he’s unfunny (personally I think he’s funny when he can interact with the crowd but even then it’s ehh) it’s bc he’s so heavily insecure. It’s crazy that so many people think hot=people like me/my work, when there’s PLENTY of evidence to disprove that. I mean how many celeb men aren’t conventionally attractive and women go absolutely feral over them. It’s the same when cis straight men hate on more feminine/secure men because in their mind macho/tough=real man women like.

I saw a TikTok the other day where a woman said her celeb crush is Steve Bushemi….he’s not conventionally attractive but personality/confidence trump looks. If Matt could learn to deal with his insecurities (and get better comedy material) maybe he’d stop hating women, become a better person and he’s have a successful career.

i've seen a couple tiktoks with his jokes/crowd work and yeah, he's not the worst. but he's too much of a frat bro. and the overconfidence is very evident and not in a fun way lol

and honestly, that's something that lot of ppl (who usually aren't conventionally attractive/don't believe they are) don't understand. there are a lot of positives to being deemed hot by most of society - that is true. but reality is, a LOT of times ppl just don't take you seriously. especially if you're a woman. ppl don't expect hot ppl to have personalities, to be good at many things, strictly bc they have good looks. but at the same time, hot ppl can skirt by NOT having personalities or even being down right terrible ppl bc all anyone can pay attention to is their looks.

it's a very odd double edge sword lol

and that comment about men hating on more feminine men is SO TRUE. prime example, in a weird way, is colby. like, he's definitely a man on all accounts, but he has a softer side. he's painted his nails before in the past, he's talked about writing poetry, he's open about his mental health, he's wore makeup before and wasn't completely embarrassed about doing so, he doesn't have a conventional manly job, he bathes regularly… you know, all the things that men aren't supposed to do lol

him (and sam too) get SO MUCH flack from other men outside of their fandom. not only bc they aren't "manly men", so to speak, but also bc women love them. and when women love something, even other men, ppl tear it down and minimize it as lesser.

also let's be fucking honest here, a lot of men blame women for their problems but their actual problems stem from OTHER MEN. it's the patriarchy for a reason.

there are BILLIONS of women out there that don't find beef-cake built dudes attractive, but tons of men think that's the ideal of what a woman wants bc other men have projected that as the ideal body type for other men.

oh i could just go on about this forever lol

but anyway - yes, if matt had a bit more confidence in himself, he wouldn't have to punch down on the hands that were literally feeding him. but hey, whatever makes you feel better at night i guess.

#ask #personal

[nances]

What are your thoughts on Dustin and Suzie?

They're so long distance, she doesn't know about the Upside Down, and they have a pretty fundamental difference in their belief systems.

I think they're cute in theory and I want Dustin to be happy but I don't really see it feasibly working out long term.

I think they're super cute, but yes, you're absolutely right. Unless Suzie somehow gets a bigger role next season (which I doubt, since they're planning to go back to the season 1 groupings... but hey, who knows!) I have a feeling they may break up.

It's very difficult to maintain a long distance relationship, ESPECIALLY if it's an apocalyptic setting. I mean. They don't even have mobile phones! I wouldn't be surprised if all power goes out in Hawkins as a consequence of the Upside Down taking over it. I think Dustin may actually be the one to take the initiative... He's not going to want Suzie anywhere near Hawkins during the next few years, especially after he saw what happened to Max. He's also probably not going to have time to travel to Utah in the midst of everything (and a plot point about that would essentially be a waste of time if it's not actually somehow relevant to the narrative.)

We also have to take into account Dustin's trauma and seeing his friend die right in front of him. He's probably going through immense amounts of survivor's guilt and I wouldn't be surprised at all if he becomes a bit aloof, irritable, and not his usual ray-of-sunshine-self. Season 5 is obviously going to have a darker tone overall and there's going to be no light-hearted slice of life to start it off with. So all of this could factor in to his relationship with Suzie withering away.

Of course there's a possibility that he tries to make it work, keep it up as long as he can, (much like Max, pretending to be normal, like nothing's happened, etc) only to fail miserably, as he's definitely going through his own issues and he's going to be super busy with all the supernatural shit going down. And so Suzie may end up being the one who gets tired of the unstable nature of their relationship. Dustin's clearly no longer himself, and unless he's able to somehow convince her that all of this Upside Down stuff is real (chances of which are... low imo. I mean... it took a while for Max to believe it and we saw how the Cali group didn't even try, coming up with Americantendo instead) he'll have no way of explaining himself to her.

Then again... there's that entire sequence with Suzie's family heavily foreshadowing the end of the season. With all her siblings' scenes representing plot points that happen in vol.2 (I don't remember their names but I think will80sbyers made a post about this a while ago). So I also feel like it would be narratively a very poor choice to just sideline her completely? I sure do hope that Dustin is able to find happiness. So perhaps a realistic scenario would be to have them be broken up throughout season 5 and then hopefully find a way to rekindle their relationship at the end, when all is over? Finn talked about the possibility of some of them leaving Hawkins at the end, so maybe it's not that crazy to assume Dustin would go off to college with Suzie. Unfortunately it's probably going to be a minor sideplot regardless. But maybe that's okay. The writers have a lot on their plates.

So all in all, we'll have to wait and see just how they're planning to utilize her character in S5. But I'm definitely excited! We're certainly in for a lot of angst and I can't wait for a deep-dive into Dustin's psyche. (That is, if they truly know what they're doing... I saw someone complain about how Steve always gets out of traumatic situations unbothered and unscathed, so yeah. that's something to consider as well.)

Thank you for the question!!

#duzie #?? i think that's their name #dustin henderson #suzie bingham #byler tumblr #stranger things #ask box #anon

[chestharrington]

I think my biggest problem with Nancy is that her behavior towards others is excused in the show, for some reason she can treat others like shit but everyone is still worshipping every step she takes. If her behavior would be treated as bad behavior, like having consequences for her actions I wouldn't mind her so much. But because she can't do wrong in the shows narrative I feel kinda gaslit by the show because she's portrayed as a holier-than-thou person with flaws that will be excused.

Like why tf would Robin be so eager to befriend her after she treats her like garbage and as Steve's bff she has to know how things had ended. If I were Robin I would be vary of Nancy and def wouldn't encourage her to get with my bff again.

But I think Steve still doesn't have a clue that that Nancy cheated. Yeah he saw her with Jonathan but I doubt he knows they slept together two days after their fight. Plus because she was never honest with her feelings towards Steve, Steve is under the impression Nancy fell out off love because he couldn't be there for her, and not because he was always the second choice and as soon as Jonathan would have made a move she would have immediately left him. She literally admitted this in canon but everyone brushes over it because they were rooting for Jancy, even though that relationship was born out of cheating. Big L from Jonathan's side as well, he knew Steve was in the picture at Murray's but he still had sex with her.

But you can't discuss this, even though it's canon, within the fandom because you're labeled as a misogynist. Literally the amount of people who see nothing wrong with Nancy's treatment of Steve in s2 is astounding. S2 Steve is not S1 Steve, he was literally trying his best but he was also a dumb teenager trying to navigate through his own trauma and quite literally high school. People call him horrible because he brushed over Nancy's needs meanwhile Nancy was emotionally cheating on him for a year, both were bad for each other at that time. To paint Steve as a villian for trying to distract his gf, so she doesn't spill confidential information that could get them and their families killed by the government, is weird. If Steve would act like Nancy people wouldn't even questioning cheating, like they would constantly bring this up.

And now she kinda cheats on Jonathan with Steve again, idk also didn't like that Steve encourages this as well. Like bitch you know how you felt please stop. Nancy is not worth that trouble, she will never pick you because you will be always the second choice. I still don't know how to feel about the kids speech, inherently it's not as bad as people make it out to be. After all he confessed thinking he is about to die but he never forces her to suddenly become the mother to his kids. It's also telling how little he knows about Nancy, because she probably wasn't honest with him throughout the relationship so he has this idealized image of her. Again he soley blames himself for the failing of their relationship and having a new perspective, he dreams of the what if possibilities, completely unaware that the relationship hugely failed because Nancy never loved him from the beginning.

You’re absolutely correct.

I think what is frustrating is as people who consume this content we are well within our right to demand well-written complex women. And Nancy could have been that had they chosen to hold her accountable for some of the ways she’s treated Steve, Jonathan, and Robin. But they don’t so it makes it hard for me to really appreciate the way she’s written outside of what she adds to the plot.

Again it’s really frustrating to me because I absolutely loved Nancy before I liked any other character. With love and care they could have kept her as she is (an intelligent, strong-willed badass who doesn’t sacrifice her femininity) without excusing every kind of shitty that she does to the people around her. Real people have conflicts and dilemmas and do shitty stuff and great stuff. I think that’s where Nancy lives like in the better version of stranger things that lives in my head. Nancy wheeler IS a great character and I think she deserved a lot more attention and care than the writers room gave her.

[the-firebird69]

These people suck his b****** sit there and aggravate him walk right up bother him through routines and they can't stand it if he comes up on the stupid Tumblr thing they get their asses handed to them what they do. It's nasty because they're being mean on purpose to evoke reaction they don't even know that they're getting beat up for doing the smallest stuff that's what he's saying he's having a problem with these people they're so dumb f****** stupid

-we have stuff to report and it's about this area it is Sunday they plan on seeing around bothering your son and we're going to start pulling them out of here last night 40 went out all 40 households and 30 came back for real everybody hates you idiots and you're down to 110 that's right it was 140 and I went to 130 now I said then it was at 1:20 last night it was night before actually now it's 1:10 households and those regiants don't come back.

-so we are putting hit on those two b****** and yeah we know what you're up to and you don't care if you don't take anything which is fine just have to do it faster

-parts of those groups and they're gone he knew a few of them about seven at least by site. Two of them were rolling towards the first ring from the second they're like halfway in and those rings are only about 10 miles wide or 5 MI at least two or five miles and he's hit the gas and I already got about 300 increase to 800 and they're trying to zoom over here and kidnap our son so they get killed. They're from Wentworth just seen him at St John's and I used to serve him at the outback. And he knew them as noel Bouvier and his brother Philip. Yeah those two died the other increasing speed they hit a few trees or bigger and the trees snapped in half as he most often do and it's going to just fast enough for it to hit the back of the truck on the way down and it flattened it for some reason and it's because it hit it so hard that it made it into some sort of weapon it's spun around on itself and smack the back of the truck and that caused the truck to lunch forwards and go up in the air a little and then caught air and came down and rolled into a ball literally and all crushed inside. The bitches are related to them they are threatening our son but not as much as people think and then wearing black so he says he's sorry for your loss you didn't get it along with him that great but he didn't get along with him that bad. And they hear that a lot and just doing things too and like a lot of people. So they get it whatever horrified when it was happening and tried to eject and injection system didn't work it was because it was too late

-and a few other things people have the 10 households and yeah the ones the 30 that returned they lost about five people out of the group which isn't too bad it's not too great either they're bouncing around the truck and died

-there a couple people more he knew from St John's. And yes his evil brother who blame him for hurting his family and his kids it doesn't make any sense but it didn't happen and our son says I'm bigger than them so what and he leaves and he comes back a lot he's saying stuff finally he says this I don't care much either this whole Town's got to go so this whole time is probably not Max the other ones who do that to people and he said to laugh little and said why cuz it'll take into account the human reaction people will get mad eventually people who are doing stuff torturous if he says okay so he figured it out finally. Well these two people knew Dave that is to go around with them and stuff and her son didn't really know them that much but he knows their names of Steve prefontaine and his brother and he said he died before he didn't and yeah it's getting down to 100 it's not that many households and that's all it is they were not really that bad and not that great but some of them had words with our son and bothered him quite a bit and so as well if I tell you it gets worse just tell us what you haven't changed to see there's no Republic he said oh s*** that explains it so yeah this is thousands of years of it and things kind of cuz silence a little one would probably start to drift off and it's dangerous and he says we're in trouble so you spread the word since some things like what you were saying is this little kid is aware let me know he's actually a baby trying and they know that you're bright people. unfortunately they crashed against the tree and they hit with such Force it was a big tree about 12 in and it was an elk and they don't like the oaks and it split in half went up over the truck and did it damage it came down halfway ripped a hole in it the milk is very hard and they couldn't believe it and truck begins to deteriorate and you're still driving this crappy ones this modern ones down below which would survive most of the stuff that it is getting into and they're not using them for some reason it's like a old fashioned military. vehicle. There's a song by Lynyrd Skynyrd and it's oak tree in my way it's really that smell that's the name of the song and they're singing it in the past and it is the crew that we're hit and it's pretty fun team prefontaine and they were killed almost instantly but that smell it's supposed to be women who are excited because of a death and they do stink pretty good and you smelled it before and it's fear and it was about an oak tree ironically that's what they hit and killed them so there's some funny business going on and the girls knew it and that's who they were they're not from the Bouvier's. They said this right before impact we're done for that was it

-there's a couple more and the others he just has seeing a little. Chuck and Steve and it was Chuck and he has no idea right now , used to bother him quite a bit and they rolled over around 50 times. After the third time someone's going this is old or getting old in the fourth time everyone was silent because they're dead they were ripped from their seats and the seats were flying around smashing them to a mash like in a blender and they were part of that band is not true the drive fast and insist on using these military vehicles that look like USA military and since it's just paint the thing . He says it's never seen a big truck military thing that size so what's the point. Jesus Christ the lady got it and said he doesn't care about that he's never seen one of these big truck things they look like the smaller ones so someone's stupid they deliver missiles with those he doesn't like this that's really awful it's really stinking stupid you guys are a real problem he got to it and figured it out and he started doing things and had to do some stuff and things are rolling it's really true that is terrible that's a dumb s*** he's going to get into a missile moving vehicle and probably not. You're going fast but not instantly and was screaming terror as they smashed into each other

-couple more that he knew sort of we mentioned Chuck and Steve and we went back to the prefontaine now well now we talked about how Chuck and Steve were crushed with each other and mashed

-it was friends of Carol and Dave again and they're kind of mean to our son at that party and some other things oxygen deprivation to keep doing it enjoy it and Dave told them not to the kept doing it we're there such almost pushed one off of balcony if David had to pretend is mad at him all night hey so you just leave don't come back here or we shoot you. What you saying anybody will get mad at and they started yelling at each other you're standing with Dave and Carol there's three of them and they're down below I started saying we can mess with your cars so we can call the cops I'll send Dave said leave or we're just going to shoot you and they left. They gave him s*** for years and he was was not really taking it he became weak and small and it took stuff he needed but boy at least some dumb people they actually bja and they're dead in hell debtors in hell they died a lot their truck was rolling it rolled about 50 times Friday came to a standstill and as one of them alive believe it or not the rest were disgusting bones everywhere blood and organs and their suits and stuff ripped apart is looking around thinking why did I survive you look down and he didn't have any legs and he said survives partially and he looked at me saw his legs above him and it fell down onto him hit him in the head and knocked him out and he didn't block it and felt it was probably his time to go so by the time I got there and they still haven't so really it's all rotted stuff that's how these people are dying was ridiculous llnotions knows about our son that don't even add up at all and I've been running around doing it for 10 years 15 years and it just trained idiots

I didn't tell you I don't think you have that great of a Time but there are some people working and those people are dying too and you people are messed to begin with like you said but really a few of you got it the other day these Max are working it and won't let you up and you look at him and start doing things and get worse he told those guys that they tried stuff and got worse I said whatever we can't help it then they said this it's really misery and it is it's tough they are a repulsive people and he told them a story he said they're out there in the desert mining spice and the grim reaper cuts their lines and carries a device I said no way and he told them that Dan said they're brutal and they wanted to know why and he didn't really know why yet Dave does so Dave told them if you do this I'll do this and you do these things or do these things they have all these things did they have people do and can close walls in you they're pretty big they're horrified and start looking and where horrified more and had to have more people look and it pushed a real revolution then they found out that they were getting food quite a bit and so instead I think they have the clones in front and it was true now this started a lot of stuff people are mad at these Max I want sunset about the trucks it's horrifying them and they know it's true cuz he looked it up and said I know what they're from and he doesn't like them it's a weapon of mass destruction doesn't mean where the Savior it means you're the ones who are listening

Thor Freya

Olympus

Is people are now horrible and live looking at the back so it's not really helping but they're at war with them and they need to

Hera

Zues

[kittykaylat1987]

Dinner was over and everyone had been kind enough to help you clean up. Sitting around the kitchen table, you figured now was as good a time as any to give Steve his birthday gift from you and Eddie.

Excusing yourself from the table you headed to your bedroom, quickly grabbing the envelope that had been driving you insane for 2 weeks. You wanted to get back to the kitchen before Eddie could let any part of your surprise slip.

Sitting back down, you cleared your throat, turning the attention to you. Steve turned to you, smiling. "Dinner was amazing as always. You keep feeding us like that and pretty soon we'll all be fat." You barked out a laugh. "Dammit, you've figured me out. I want all of you plump so I can eat you for dinner."

Eddie sensed you were nervous about what was about to happen, so he grabbed your hand and rubbed his thumb across your knuckles. You smiled up at him.

"Ok, what's wrong? You two have been acting weird for the past week or so." Leave it to Billy to notice you've been off. You had, in fact you were terrified and excited and sad for what you were about to do.

You sighed, sliding a manilla envelope onto the table. "I got you something and I'm unsure how you're going to react. Eddie has talked me down off the edge for the last 2 weeks because I know you. I've known you for the last 10 years and I know how you are. You think you are undeserving of anything good, which is why it took you so long to agree to a date with Billy. Well, that and he was a raging asshole for a long time."

"Hey! Sitting right here doll!"

"Anyways, so I did something, and it was completely a spur of the moment thing but, we believe you deserve it."

You slid the envelope over in front of him. Steve hesitated before picking it up. "Should I be as nervous as you made me?"

Opening it, he pulled the papers out and started reading. His eyebrows seemed to get higher with each sentence he read.

"This is-."

"Yes."

"But its in my name?"

"Yes."

"How? i don't-. When?"

Sliding your hand across the table, you placed it on top of his.

"What? What is it?" Billy really didn't like being left out of anything.

"It's the deed to his parents' house. Well, his house now. I bought it and put it in his name."

2 weeks ago...

The front door slammed open, and Eddie just about dropped the bottle of beer in his hand. "Jesus Christ!"

You practically ran into the kitchen. "Eddie! I just did something either really stupid or really fucking amazing!"

"I thought you were going grocery shopping. We're out of food."

"We'll get takeout. I didn't make it there."

"So where have you been for the last 3 hours?"

"Ok, so I went to my lawyer's office. I had you added to all of my accounts."

"What now?"

"Yeah, you're listed on all of my accounts now. So technically, they're all our Accounts."

"Okay, put a pin in that for now. What happened?"

"Oh, so I was sitting in the office doing the paperwork and guess who walks in?"

You didn't give him a chance to answer before continuing.

"Steve's fucking parents! They didn't see me, but I could hear his dads condescending voice through the wall. Damn bastard."

"What did you do to him?" He had his hand on his forehead, almost shaking his head.

"Why do you always assume I've done something to people? Anyways, the bastard is selling their house and evicting Steve! Without fucking telling him!"

"What? Are you serious? That's low! How can he do that? I don't understand! Steve is going to be devastated! He can move in with us, right?"

"He isn't going to have to."

"What do you mean?"

"I bought the house. Cash. On the spot. They were so desperate to sign the papers and take the cash and run, I don't even think they realized who I was."

"You own Steve's house?"

"No, Steve owns Steve's house. I'm having the deed put in his name."

Eddie broke out in a grin, grabbing you and spinning you around.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"You aren't mad that I spent a fuck ton of money on a split-second decision?"

"If anyone deserves that house, it's Steve. It's basically his anyways. They've never been there much anyway. And it's your money."

"Our money. Half yours now."

"Potato, tomato." He leaned down and kissed you.

"I can't accept this. It's too much. I can never repay you for this. I work at the fucking video store for Christ's sake."

You shook your head at him. "I don't want you to repay me. This is a gift. You deserve this. It's basically been yours since you were old enough to be left alone. You're always worried about taking care of everyone and everything else. This is one thing you don't have to worry about. You are amazing. You're kind and caring. You're one of the bravest men I've ever had the privilege of knowing. This is for you. No refunds. No returns. Do what you want with it. Demolish it and make a parking lot. Burn it and collect the insurance money. Sell it and run away with Billy."

He stood, pulling you with him and hugging you. "Thank you. I mean it. This is more than I ever could have hoped for. I love you; you know that right?"

Wiping tears from your eyes, you nodded. "I know. And I love you. Both of you. I hoped you guys could move in together officially. I know Billy and Max want to move back west. We actually have been talking about it. I think we're going to move the fuck out of here too."

Steve and Billy shared a look. "We want to leave too. This just gave us the opportunity to."

Eddie leaned back in his chair. "So, it's settled then. We're all in agreement? California in a month or two?"

You all nodded, smiling at each other. After everything you had been through, all of you deserved a fresh start.

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