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ISN'T SHE LOVELY? – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: the party meets y/n and steve's firstborn. 𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: girl dad!steve. the baby's name is amelia. too much fluff. everyone is alive and well thank you. one dirty dancing reference. bad grammar, italics & not proofread (hey it's me). 2k-ish words. weird divs :/

💭 liv's thoughts: this is based on an idea i had last year (s4 i miss you) and a sequel of sorts to my 'all is well universe' of sunny days that won't ever end – you don't have to read it, but pls do it's v sweet. i hope you like it! <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

The sound of loud chattering could be heard from the end of the hallway, which wasn't surprising, given the number of people that were sharing the limited space of the apartment's living room. The kids – can you even call them that anymore? – were never known for their ability to speak quietly whenever they were together. However, everyone seemed to be in such a good mood that you can even hear the loud sound of Jonathan's laugh. There's a first time for everything, right?

You held the small baby in your arms, walking in slow steps out of her little nursery. Though you tried not to disturb your daughter too much, Amelia already had her big brown eyes open and searching for the source of all that noise. She wasn't used to such noises, being too accustomed to her parents' soft-spoken voices and the entertaining sound of their television – that didn't play anything other than Steve's recordings of Barney episodes. It's only natural that she finds the commotion strange.

As you arrive in the living room, you are greeted by Steve in his typical mom pose, hands on his hips as he watches Michael and Max's every move, anxiously waiting for his girls. From his stance, you can see that he already regrets the idea of inviting everyone over. Taking in the very worried furrow of his eyebrows, you just know that he is going over the most pessimistic thoughts as he looks at the crowded living room.

Appearing with the small baby in your arms, everyone gasped in surprise and amazement, including Steve, who quickly made his way over to you with the goofiest, most endearing smile. His big hands wrap around Amelia's small frame, as he leans down to take her from your arms. He has that sweet look on his face, that brightens even more when he sees the chubbiness of the baby's laughing cheeks. Delicately, like he's carrying the world's most precious jewel (he is!), your husband shows Amy to everyone, with a proud glimmer in his eyes.

"There she is!" he maneuvers her chubby body tenderly, making the baby sit on his arm to face everyone. Her upper body leaned on his chest for support, and she squealed happily when her curious eyes noticed how many people were in their living room. Unhesitating, Steve translates it to everyone, "Millie says hi". 

That was enough to erupt a string of awws, sighs and one high-pitched "she's so adorable!" from Eddie. It was funny to see how a human being so small had everyone wrapped around her tiny little finger. Even Max, who usually had a hard time showing any emotion other than pure annoyance, was goofily smiling at the baby, admiring her brown (and very full) hair and round cheeks. 

The kids were the most eager to get to know Amelia, with Dustin being the spokesman for their wishes, telephoning almost every day since the baby was born to ask when they could meet her. So, it's no surprise that the first person to make grabby hands to hold her next was Henderson himself. "C'mon, Steve, let me hold my goddaughter!" he exclaims as he looks at your girl in absolute awe. 

"Your goddaughter?" Eddie asks, scoffing from his seat at the couch's armrest, next to the boy. "Yeah, right".

"Guys," Robin quickly intervenes, rolling her eyes as she watches the two bickering all over again over the matter. She was seated comfortably in the chair by your living room's small table, alongside Vicky. "Not this again, please?"

That wasn't enough to silence Eddie and Dustin, who began to argue harder about who is supposed to be the baby's godfather. The usual arguments were professed, "You're not old enough!", "but I'm the most mature!", "The baby's lullaby shouldn't be Dio!", "And it shouldn't be Weird Al Yankovic either!"

Given that he couldn't clap, Steve stomped his foot on the ground as he commanded the room's attention to him again, "Hey, hey, hey!" he exclaimed, letting out a satisfied breath when everyone falls silent again. "So, before we let you hold our daughter, I'd like to go over some rules-".

Loud groans erupt from everyone's mouths, and Amelia looks up at her dad, even more curious.

The kids were squished on the living room's small couch, surprisingly fitting in the space where you and Steve had a hard time adjusting in. Eleven was sitting on the side of the couch's armrest, patiently kicking her feet as Mike, Will, and Dustin elbowed each other in a silent fight for more space by her side. At the end of the couch, Max, Lucas and Erica found a way to position themselves without struggling too much. It was so crowded that poor Suzy had to sit on an old puff that Steve had bought in a garage sale when you moved in together ("It'll come in handy one day, you'll see!" Steve exclaimed while he walked off the sale holding the object, victoriously), right at Dustin's feet. On one side of the sofa, Eddie was slouched on the armrest, while Nancy sat on the other, as put-together as ever. Near her, Jonathan leaned against the apartment's wall, chatting with Argyle and Eden.

Amelia was carefully handed to Dustin, who sat in the middle of the couch. You figured it was the best position to have everyone look at her, an democratic decision, but it was still possible to hear Eddie complaining under his breath.

Your daughter got used to Dustin's hold fast, only shifting her tiny body over his arms a couple of times to find her position. When she did, Amy made one of those adorable baby sounds, showing everyone that she was incredibly satisfied now; and it was like the world had stopped for all of them. The only thing that mattered was to witness baby Harrington simply exist. Feasting your eyes on the scene, you hold Steve's waist, hugging him from behind as you rest your face against his arm, not being able to battle the tears that filled your eyes. Your heart was swelling with pride.

"She's pretty," El murmured, her voice sounding even quieter now, as her eyes sparkled at the sight of the little one.

With a trembling voice, Dustin agreed, "She is very pretty". 

"Yeah," Will says as he watches Millie yawn, "She looks just like you, Y/N". 

"Lucky for her," Mike and Max remark in unison, immediately glaring at each other with narrowed eyes. That makes everyone laugh, and baby Amelia opens up her eyes to check it out, opening a toothless grin after. Max, feeling as if her witty remark was stolen by the boy, adds, "It'd be such a shame if she had Steve's dead-fish stare. Thank God she has Y/N's eyes, too". 

At that, your husband gawks at her, letting out an offended gasp. He's so upset that his mouth hangs open, as he looks at her, in complete silence. Catching his incredulity, Max only shrugs, as if to say, "What can I do?".

"Well, at least she has his hair," Lucas observes, mediating the situation, as usual. 

"Thank you, Lucas!" Steve breathes out, feeling he got the justice he deserved. 

The bickering soon faded into a familiar silence, as everyone's attention fell fully on your little girl, who slept peacefully in Dustin's arms, completely ignoring the commotion around her. And that was when the emotional weight of the moment fell on all of you. Glistened eyes watched in tranquility as the baby squirmed every once in a while, as the importance of the scene settled. Amelia's sole existence reassured you of a peace that you hadn't known in years, as if she was the last step in sealing the serene fate that awaited all of you. She was living proof that life is still normal, and despite all the hard times, it isn't all that bad, actually.

Seeing those grown-up kids taking care of a small piece of you and Steve filled your heart with delight, and a different sense of fulfillment that you hadn't known until now. It's so meaningful. 

The nostalgia of seeing their sweet faces intensified when the kids started to argue about who was going to hold Amelia next, and suddenly the apartment was filled with loud chattering all over again. Just like the old times… but, somehow, better.

"Jonathan, look!" Nancy points out to little Amelia scrunching her nose, as if to suggest that he should snap a picture of the baby like that. Now, the kid was laying in Robin's arms, having her full head of hair brushed by Auntie Bobby – the lame nickname was picked by Steve, of course. "What a cute little nose you have, Amy!"

The oldest Wheeler compliments the baby in a high-pitched tone, as if the girl would actually understand. By her side, Jonathan kept taking pictures of the baby, snapping beautiful frames with that domestic feeling that you're growing used to; he promised that he'll develop all of them later. 

"When's her birthday?" Eden asks quietly, as she smooches her face against Argyle's arm, watching the baby in wonder. 

"October thirty-first," Steve answers quickly, not helping himself. Ever since the baby was born, he started to cultivate this staggering need to answer anything Amelia-related, talking about her constantly as if he didn't know how to chat about anything else.

With that spaced-out way of his, like he just had snapped out of a trance by the baby's birth date, Argyle lets out a chuckle, looking down at Millie with… respect, it seemed. "Ooh, Scorpio. Cool, man". 

Then, everyone falls back into silence, just appreciating her small features and lovable babbles. However, Steve seems a little skeptical about how cool it is for his kid to be a Scorpio, and he slowly turns his head to look at you, giving Argyle a bit of a side-eye when he does so. "What did he mean by that? Isn't that, like, bad?" he whispers to you, still watching your friends interact with Amelia from the corner of his eyes.

"No!" you immediately reassure him, telling a little half-truth, "It just means that she's very… sweet". 

Steve seems satisfied by your answer, mainly because he doesn't ask any further questions, and he goes back to keeping his eyes on Robin, making sure that she's holding your kid correctly. It isn't his fault that she has spaghetti arms, alright? 

Eddie soon joins in, though he doesn't look very pleased about it, walking to stand in front of Robin with an exasperated expression on his face. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking down at the girl. You watch the scene unfold with confusion. 

"Well?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows as if he is waiting for something, though he doesn't say what it is. 

Rob looks up, still playing with the baby's hair, pursing her lips while she waits for Eddie to explain why he is interrupting her moment with Amelia. From over her shoulder, Vicky makes funny faces at the small girl, making loud squeals come out of your daughter's mouth.

When he doesn't say anything, Robin asks, "What, Munson?", blinking her eyes vigorously as she tilts her head.

"You're taking too long!" he tells her like that was the only answer possible. "It's been fifteen minutes already, it's my turn!"

After Eddie's little protest (thankfully, he didn't feel the need to get on top of your table this time), everyone took turns holding baby Millie in their arms. You didn't mind it, because you knew that your friends were just very excited to be meeting your daughter for the first time, but you cannot say the same for Steve. He was hating every second of it.

"Y/N, I can't take it," he breathes out once he pulls you to the side, hiding with you in the kitchen, away from prying ears, "They're passing her around like a joint". 

"Relax, Stevie," you try to calm him down, though it's useless. Spying into the living room again, you see that Amelia is laying in Eleven's arms, which warms your chest a little. "El's rocking her to sleep, there's no prob-" 

You quickly stop talking when Mike takes the baby from his girlfriend's grasp, having a hard time managing his long limbs around the kid's small frame. Eyes widening, you look to Steve, wanting to catch his reaction to the scene. 

And he's fuming. 

But just as he is getting ready to stomp his way over to Michael, you hold his arm, keeping him back and away from the kids. "Give them a break," is how you begin to reason with him, "he's getting the hang of it". 

"Well, my daughter shouldn't be their little guinea pig," he huffs back, crossing his arms.

"Don't be like that," you persuade. "You didn't know how to hold her either, and now you're, like, a pro. Right?". 

His hardened expression seems to melt at your compliment – Steve always feels so elated whenever people praise his parenting skills, especially when it comes from you. Your husband's cheeks flush a little, and he looks down, a bit bashful. 

"You mean it?" he asks, playing with the loose seems of his yellow sweater.

"Of course, I mean it," giggling, you get closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pull him in for a hug. "She's so lucky to have you as her dad. Actually, we're so lucky to have you in our lives". 

He chuckles a little, pleased to still gain such flattery from you. From where you stood, you can clearly see the timid redness that cripples from his neck up to his cheeks, which makes him seem even more adorable in your eyes. But even his striking looks didn't distract you from the intimate feeling of his hand resting over the small of your back, drawing you closer for a sweet peck on the lips. It's funny how still after all this time, Steve was able to make you feel endless electricity and warmth just by the simple touch of his lips. 

Unfortunately for you, the pleasant moment was ruined by someone clearing their throat. Pulling apart from the kiss, you and Steve looked ahead, catching Eddie and Dustin's embarrassed faces after interrupting. 

"Hey, so, hm…", Dustin starts, clearly not knowing how he should start, still very awkward succeeding the scene they had just break in on. 

"We have settled on who should be Amy's godfather, and we swear-", Eddie cuts in, talking at full speed. But before he could get on with their (definitely) deep and sensible reasoning, you hear Steve groaning. "Jesus, guys. Not this again".

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Six: The Monster

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 2,879 Warnings: lil’ bit more angst, canon violence (aka; steve gets his ass kicked) Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I’m sorry this is late! We get a small Henderson!Sibling interaction in this chapter! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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“I just don’t understand why we’re coming out here,” Carol said from the backseat. “She obviously doesn’t wanna talk to you.”

“That’s… that’s not it,” Steve said.

“Oh, really?” I said. “Because no girl in their right mind would wanna blow off King Steve.”

“She took the words right out of my mouth,” Carol said.

“Liv, you saw her,” Steve said. “She was acting weird. Something was wrong.”

“She’s stressed because of Will,” I retorted. “So am I, but so what? Who cares?”

“You’re worried about her?” Carol asked.

“What?” Steve and I asked.

“Aww, he is!” Carol leaned forward, putting her arm around Steve, saying,” Aww, Steve has a heart.”

Taking her arm off of him, Steve asked her to stop as she moved to the backseat.

“Oh, Stevie’s in love,” Tommy boasted.

I shrunk in my seat, getting very uncomfortable. I crossed my arms and looked out the window.

I’m not sure if Steve sensed my uncomfortableness or was just tired of the two in the backseat, but I jumped and looked over at Steve as he shouted, “Shut up!”

He looked over at me, saying, “Sorry,” in a quiet voice, knowing that I hate loud noises due to my anxiety. 

Steve pulled up next to the Wheeler house, and I just… looked at it. I felt Steve’s eyes on me, so I looked at him. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, tightening my arms. I hated that Steve left me in the car with the two popular wannabe idiots. I watched Steve climb up to Nancy’s window when Carol asked me, “So, how long have you liked Steve?”

“What?” I asked, confused. I looked back at her, seeing her smiling while chewing on her gum. I sighed, “You’re annoying,” while turning back towards the front.

“What was that?” she asked.

“You look like a damn cow chomping on that gum.”

Steve entered the car just then, demeanor completely changed. He looked over at me and the look in his eyes told me he saw something he didn’t like. He tilted his head just a little, his tell tale sign of him asking me a specific question. 

I nodded my head, sighing. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’ll stay.”

~~~

After he took Carol and Tommy home, Steve and I rode back to his house, the tension intense. I looked out the window, playing with my fingers. When I looked over at him, he was just… calm.

“Do you wanna…” 

“No,” he said.

I nodded my head, afraid he knew we were lying to him earlier.

When we got to his house, he put the car in park and killed the ignition. We sat there for a moment before he just… got out. I looked down at my fingers, taking a few breaths. I half expected him to have already been in his house, but when I looked up, he was waiting for me at the front passenger tire.

I got out and closed the door, following him inside his house where his parents actually sat in the living room. Did they acknowledge us? Nope.

Steve and I went straight to his bedroom, him going to his pajama drawer as I went to the phone in his bedroom. I called my mom, letting her know that I was going to be staying at Steve’s and that I would call her in the morning.

When I turned around, Steve was standing at the foot of his bed holding a pair of sweats and another one of his shirts that I loved. I grabbed them and went into the bathroom to change, quickly brushing my teeth with a spare toothbrush I found. 

I went back into Steve’s room, finding him sitting on the side of his bed before I sat down next to him, facing him with my legs crossed. I looked at my hands and waited a moment before asking, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Did you know she was with Byers?”

“With him, with him? No, I thought she was with you.”

“No, I mean hanging out. Is that why she ditched me today?”

“I really don’t know,” I said, looking back down at my hands.

I felt the bed move as he got up. Watching as he paced the room, I said, “Steve–”

“You’re lying to me.”

I sighed, closing my eyes. “I knew they were hanging out.”

“Dammit, Liv.”

“But I didn’t know he was going back to her house! I know they started hanging out a little because of Will going missing–”

“How do you know him?”

“I babysit Will from time to time. Dustin, my little brother, is best friends with him, as well as Mike, Nancy’s little brother. We all know each other.”

He sighed. “I can’t believe this.”

“Can’t believe what?”

“That she’d cheat on me,” he whispered.

“Do you honestly think she’s cheating on you?”

“Why else would she be hanging out like that with that weirdo?”

“Why are you so obsessed with this?”

“Because he had his arm around her!” he all but yelled.

“You put your arm around me! What the hell is the difference?”

“She’s my girlfriend! You’re my best friend!”

“Maybe they’re friends now, Steve. Have you ever thought of that?!”

I could feel the anger rolling off of him, so I did the one thing I used to do when he would get this angry with his dad; I wrapped my arms around his middle and pressed my ear to his chest. I could feel him trying to resist until he put his arms around my shoulders and sighed. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m just a little upset.”

“I understand,” I said. “And it’s okay to be upset.” I looked up at him, into his beautiful brown eyes. “Just don’t take it too far.”

He kissed my forehead, just like he used to and suggested we lay down. It didn’t take long before I fell asleep to the sound of Steve’s breathing.

When I woke up the next morning, I heard him say, “Yeah. Today. Theater. Just get everything and get down there.”

I sat up and rubbed my eye a little, yawning. “What’s going on?”

He looked at me, walking back to my side and sitting on the mattress. “Nothing. Uhm… do you wanna hang out again today? I can take you home, let you shower and change, check on your mom and little brother.”

I smiled a little. “I’d like that, thank you.”

He changed into some normal clothes for the day, telling me it’s okay if I left my clothes. 

“I’m not sure you want me to do that.” He looked confused, so I told him they were Nancy’s clothes and that I’d probably better take them with me. 

We left his house a few minutes later, arriving at mine about ten minutes later. He’d asked me to meet him at the movie theater a little later, and I agreed, thinking we’d be watching a movie.

After I went inside, I showered and changed, running into Dustin in the hallway. I instantly hugged him, asking him where he was after the funeral. I could feel the confusion running off of him, so I pointed down the hall, silently telling him to go along with it. He gave some bullshit excuse that even I didn’t believe. 

He asked me to go with him to Mike’s house, so I followed him on my bike, letting him know that I had to meet Steve at the movie theater in just a little while. We walked into the Wheeler’s basement, seeing that El’s tent that Mike had set up was torn down.

Mike sighed before saying, “I just… I can’t believe she didn’t come back.”

“She’s gotta be close,” Dustin said.

“Wait, back up,” I said. “What do you mean, didn’t come back?”

Dustin quickly explained to me about how while they were following the magnetic field, they kept going around in circles. Turns out that El was using her powers to mess with the magnetic field. She threw Lucas back with her powers at one point and he went home mad as all hell. El ended up disappearing while Mike and Lucas were fighting.

“She said it wasn’t safe,” Mike said. “She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn’t betray us.”

“Mike, calm down,” Dustin said.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at her. I never should’ve done that.”

“Wait, you yelled at her?” I asked, arms crossed.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“Mike, this isn’t your fault,” Dustin said.

“Yeah, it’s Lucas’.”

“It wasn’t his fault, either.”

“Look, I’d love to sit here and figure out who’s fault it was for whatever happened, but I have to go,” I said. “I have to go meet and help Nancy with something.” I kissed the top of Dustin’s head. “Be safe, and please for the love of God, make things up with Lucas.” 

I walked outside and got on my bike, making my way to the theater where Steve was standing at the bottom of a ladder while Tommy H. was on the top of it, spray painting All The Right Moves with Nancy The Slut Wheeler.

“Oh, my–” I said, covering my mouth. I looked at Steve, who had an apologetic look on his face. “Don’t you dare. You could’ve called her and broken up with her, not do this.”

“I bet she’s with Byers right now,” Steve said.

“Maybe! I don’t know! I’m not her keeper!”

He sighed and looked back at Tommy, who was climbing down the ladder. When he saw me, he smiled and said, “Come to join the party?”

I rolled my eyes and went down the nearest alley, sitting on a concrete step, Tommy going back to his spray painting on the wall. I just shook my head and looked down at the ground. A pair of shoes came into my view, so I looked up to their owner; Steve.

“Look, I’m really sorry I dragged you into this,” he said, looking almost… regretful. “I know you don’t like this, and I know I’m the one you dragged you here. Just–”

“I won’t say anything,” I said. “Unless she asks.”

He lightly chuckled as Carol was telling Tommy that he wrote like a three year old. He moved a little out of the way as I went to stand, looking at what Tommy was doing.

“Wow, Tommy,” I said, sarcastically. “I didn’t know you could spell. I guess you did learn something last year.”

Nicole snickered as Tommy turned to face me, eyes moving up and down before he said, “Yeah, well, at least I don’t hide shit.”

“Aw, hey there, princess,” Carol said. 

I looked over and watched as Nancy made her way towards us. I scratched my temple and moved to stand beside Steve.

“Uh-oh,” Tommy said. “She looks upset.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” I said.

I watched as Nancy slapped Steve on his cheek out of nowhere. Moving to stand kind of in between them, I held my hands out a little, saying to Nancy, “Calm down, Nance.”

“Calm down?” she asked, voice quivering a little. She looked at Steve and asked, “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Steve asked. “What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you. I can’t believe that I was actually worried about you.” He looked at me for a split moment, eyes asking for backup.

“What are you talking about?” Nancy exclaimed.

I sighed and said, “I wouldn’t lie, Nance.”

“You don’t wanna be known as the lying slut now, do you?” Carol piped up.

Looking back at her, I said, “Shut up, Carol.”

“Speak of the devil,” Tommy said. 

I looked over and saw Jonathan standing behind Nancy. She turned and looked at Jonathan before looking back at Steve, asking “You came by last night?”

I just looked at Steve looking down at her as Carol said, “Ding, ding, ding! Does she get a prize?”

“Carol, knock it off,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Look, I don’t know what you saw, but it wasn’t like that,” Nancy tried to explain.

Steve’s eyes went up to look at the oldest Byers boy and said, “What, you just let him in your room to–” He blinked and looked back at Nancy before finishing his sentence with, “Study?”

“Or for another pervy photo session?” Tommy asked.

Reaching behind me, I hit Tommy in his stomach. “Shut. Up.”

“We were just–” Nancy said.

“You were just what?” Steve asked. “Finish that sentence. Finish… the sentence.”

She looked at me, asking me with her eyes to back her up now. A few more seconds went by and I took a step towards Steve. I knew exactly what they were up to today and I know that she needed me, but I was kind of upset at her for ditching me for Barb. I wasn’t about to let Steve hanging by doing what she did to me.

He scoffed and said, “Go to hell, Nancy.” He took a step back towards me as Jonathan took one towards Nancy.

“Come on, Nancy,” Jonathan said. “Let’s just go.”

I grabbed Steve’s arm because I knew exactly what was about to go down, but he lightly shoved my arm away while addressing the Byers boy.

“You know what, Byers?” Steve said. “I’m actually kind of impressed.”

“Steve,” I said.

“I always took you for a queer, but I guess you’re just a screw-up like your father,” he said, shoving Jonathan as they walked.

“Steve!” I started walking towards him, trying to get in between him and Jonathan so that something bad wouldn’t go down.

Steve just kept trying to keep me behind him as he continued to taunt Jonathan. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That house is just full of screw-ups.”

“Steve!” I exclaimed at his choice of words.

“You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised,” Steve continued. “A bunch of screw-ups in your family.”

“Jonathan, leave it,” Nancy said at the same time I said, “Steve, stop it.”

“I mean, your mom–”

“Steve, stop!” I said.

“I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother. I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, it’s a disgrace to the entire–”

Nancy and I were yelling at Steve to stop antagonizing Jonathan, but he wouldn’t listen to us ‘cause Jonathan just turned around and punched Steve right on the left side of his face.

When Steve turned to me when he got punched, his shoulder bumped mine. I couldn’t move as I watched him turn a little towards Jonathan. He put his hand on my stomach to push me back as I said, “Steve, no!” to no avail.

Steve launched himself towards Jonathan, wrapping his arms around the oldest Byers boy, putting him on the hood of the car behind them. Steve then got a better grip on Jonathan sending him down the concrete below.

“Steve, stop!” I said, sternly. Again, to avail.

Steve got on top of him for a second before Jonathan rolled them over as Tommy said, “Kick his ass, man!”

“Steve,” Nancy and I said.

He ended up kneeing Jonathan in his side to make him get off of him. Steve tried standing as Jonthan did, the Byers boy getting the advantage by punching Steve in the face again.

“Get in there, he’s going to hurt himself,” Carol said. Wow. She actually does have a brain.

Tommy shoved Jonathan off of Steve, which gave me the clearance I needed to try and get in front of my best friend to talk some sense into him, but as I got in front of him, Steve put his hands on my shoulders and lightly pulled me out of the way as he said, “Hey. Hey! Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!”

Tommy moved as Nicole wrapped her arms around me, trying to keep me in place. We all watched as Jonathan swung at Steve, who ducked before landing a punch to Jonathan, who swung another punch at Steve, causing him to go down. 

“Jonathan, stop!” Nancy and I said.

“Stop! You’re going to hurt him!” I exclaimed, slightly struggling to get out of Nicole’s hold as Jonathan punched Steve again.

Steve went to the ground and Jonathan kneeled next to him, bringing him up by his jacket and punching him again.

“Cops!” Tommy said.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, looking down the alley.

“Jonathan, get off of him!” Nancy yelled.

Three punches, a lot of yelling about cops, plus yelling at Jonathan to stop punching Steve and him also accidentally punching Callahan, Tommy finally got Steve off the ground.

Tommy and Steve started running just as Callahan and I made eye contact.

“Back to the station for you,” he said to me. 

“Shit,” I said before I bolted away from him, going in between Tommy and the car parked in front of me. I didn’t stop running until I found Steve’s car, asking him for his keys. All I could hear as we were running was Callahan calling my name and saying that I was in big trouble and sooner or later I was gonna find myself at the station again.

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He’s A Yankee Doodle Sweetheart, But She’s His Yankee Doodle Girl 

A Following Team Orders One Shot 

Song: Best Day of My Life by American Authors 

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: It's Steve's birthday and he doesn't want to celebrate. He just wants a day with his girls. But he should know, always expect the unexpected, especially on your birthday!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff; SMUT; mentions of traumatic delivery

Mood boards by me but dividers by @firefly-graphics

AN: A surprise one shot to celebrate Steve's birthday. To the people in the States, Happy Independence Day! To everyone else, Happy Tuesday :)

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Steve Rogers doesn’t like his birthday.  

Never has.  

Never will.  

Sure, it lands on the 4th of July and there are fireworks and food, but it’s always about the holiday and not his birthday. So why bother? 

He hasn’t been home on his birthday for a few years now anyway, a race is always scheduled during that time.  His mother makes an effort to make it out for said race and Olivia has tried to make it special in the seven years they have been together. But he hates that its always overshadowed.  So, this year, he asked if they could just not.  His mother is staying the states this year and he, Olivia and his girls take a couple of days in Austria.  

The night before, his wife lays next to him and they cuddle, exhausted after running after their three-year-old twins. God, he loves his girls, but Davina and Matilda are mini Olivias and well, the world is not ready for them.  

As he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the day when his girls are older and ready to be put into race cars. Liv had retired when they were born, wanting to raise them and allow him to pursue his third championship. They traveled with him now, at least until school starts.  Then they would be based in California. They never talked about having another, Liv saying that what they had was perfect.  Steve always dreamt of having a son to carry on the Rogers/Williams legacy. But he wouldn’t voice that to Liv.  Her pregnancy with Davy and Mattie was difficult at the best of time and at the worst, he almost lost all three. No, he wouldn’t let that dream out. His girls were enough.  

His dream morph in the middle of the night into something more pleasurable.  Dreaming of his sexy baby momma, riding him hard, soaking him to the bone. He moans in his sleep, fuck it felt so real. She slipped off of him and slide down, taking him in her mouth.  She sucked her arousal off of him. Fuck, Livie, baby, such a dirty girl, he moaned.  My good girl.  He reached for his cock to pump it in his sleep when he felt a tangle of hair bobbing on his rock hard dick. He opened his eyes to see his beautiful wife staring at him as she swallowed him whole.  

She popped off as she continues to pump the base of his cock.  “Happy birthday Stevie.”  She went right back on him as he tangled his fingers in her hair.  

“Fuck, Livie, that mouth is so warm, so good,” he praised her like he knew she would like and she moaned, the vibration radiating down over his cock. “Shit, baby, c’mere.”  He pulled her off of him and pulled her on top, kissing her hard.  He flipped them so he was on top. “You are a naughty one, Bug.” 

“Only for you,” she replied with a smirk.  

“Fucking love you, Livie.”  He kissed her as he spread her legs and slid right into her soaked heat. “Favorite place in the world,” he moaned as he thrusted gently.  

Liv sank her nails into his bacl. “More, Stevie, fuck me more,” she moaned.  

Steve smiled as he pinned her hands by her head and thrusted harder and deeper into her. “I love you baby so much.”  

“I love you.  Stevie, shit, gonna come.”  

“I’ve got you Liv. Go on, baby. Give it to me.” 

Liv arched her back as her legs shook and her release washed over her. Watching Olivia cum was the most beautiful thing Steve had ever seen and always caused him to follow right behind her. He grabbed under her ass to lift her slightly as he chased his end and cummed harder than he imagined.  

Their bedroom was silent, bar the heavy breathing as they came down from their highs.  

“So, good start to your birthday?” 

Steve laughed hard as he held his wife and kissed her head.  “The best.”  

As Steve stirred his coffee, he smiled as he heard the soft sounds of his girls waking up with Liv. He loved his girls, truly, but they were sassy as fuck. Luckily, he did have his nephew, Simon, Bucky and Natasha’s boy, to get his “son” energy out.  A pitter of feet hit the staircase at their vacation home and the girls bounced into the room.  

“Happy Birthday Papa!” 

“Thank you, my Angels.”  He kneeled down to receive their hugs. He pulled back to study his girls. Davy took after him, blonde curls, and his nose. Mattie took after her mother with her dark curls but both girls had his ocean blues. 

“Papa, we go for a swim?” Davy asked.  

“Gonna make me a picnic?” 

“Momma says we will,” Mattie offers.  “Pwease papa?” 

“Its sounds like a perfect day Angels. But let’s have some breakfast before we get ready, ok?” 

The girls scramble to their safety steps to help make breakfast with Steve. He put their bowls out and the fruit they would use.  He loved teaching his girls healthy habits in the guise of helping papa with meals.  Once he had them settled in their booster with their breakfast, he scrambled some eggs and bacon for himself and Liv.  

“Baby, it’s your birthday.  I wouldn’t have done it,” Liv says as she comes in, typing her hair up.  

“It’s just another day, Bug.” Steve smiled. “Buck, Nat, Frank, Sam and Tony are stopping by later for a drink but otherwise is, this is all I ever wanted for a normal, non-celebration day.”  

After jumping and splashing all day with his daughters, Steve relaxed into the daybed chair, his daughters asleep for their nap.  Liv came over, beer in her hands for him, a soda for her. “Hey baby.”  

“Hi love.” He took one of the beers and clinked with her glass. “It’s so calm here.” 

“It is.” She took a slip and laid her head on his chest. She sighed, the sound coming out a little despondent.  

Steve frowned as he lowered his sunglasses. “Livie, baby, what’s wrong?” 

“Been thinking about stuff.”  

“What stuff, honey?” 

“Just future stuff.  Wondering what you would think.”  

“About what?” 

“Just,” she sighed again. “Maybe I just miss the girls being babies is all.  They are going to be four this year and we have to start thinking about school and stuff…” 

Steve smiled softly. “And you miss your babies.”  

“And I miss my babies.” She went quiet for a moment. “We never talked about whether we wanted another after…” 

“After you and the girls almost died,” he said softly. “Baby, I didn’t want to bring it up because you were so scared after. The post-partum was so bad, and I was just scared that you would spiral again if I brought it up.” He pulled her all the way onto his lap. “Do you?” He swallowed.  “Do you want another?” 

She looked up at him and gave a small nod. “I mean, if you want.”  

“Honey, it’s your body.” 

Liv looked at him pensively. “I think I do.”  

“I loved seeing you pregnant, and experiencing all the changes, feeling the girls kick,” Steve said with a smile. “So, let’s try for one more.”  

She snorted. “One more. You and your super sperm gave me two.”  

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m an overachiever.”  They laughed and Steve hugged Olivia closer to him.  

Maybe this was his chance. 

As Liv went to get the girls ready for their guests, Steve was picking up from the art project the girls decided they wanted to make for their aunt and uncles. He loved that his girls got his art skills. The doorbell rang and he went to let his friends in.  

“Hey punk, happy birthday!” Bucky reach for his best friend to give him a one arm hug as Simon was in his arms.  

“Thanks, jerk.  Hey, my little man, how are you?” He took the 18-month-old from his father’s arms and tossed him in the air.  It made him excited that he would get to do that with his own little one again in the near future.  

“Hey guys,” he greeted as Nat, Sam, Tony and Frank came in.  “Liv and the girls will be down in just a few minutes.  We had an incident with some finger paints.” He pointed to the art on the table. “There is one for each of you.”  

“I’ll take the pink one,” Nat said. “I know they thought of me when they made it.”  

“How do you know they weren’t thinking of me?” Frank asked.  

As the friends began to bicker, Tony handed a bag to Steve. “Here you go.”  

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” Steve looked at the bag with a sigh.  

“It’s your birthday, you get a gift.  Them the rules, Rogers.”  

“Thanks Tony.  No Pepper?” 

“She had to head back to the London office early.  Something about an Ultron program going haywire,” Tony waived his arm like it wasn’t important. “Anyway, open it.”  

Steve opened the bag to see a 25-year-old scotch. “Tony, wow.”  

“Figured you might need it with the mini Olivias around.”  

“I heard that Shell-head,” Liv said, holding her daughters’ hands as they walked down the stairs.  All the girls squealed as their company was scattered around the room.  They greeted everyone as they sat to chat and have a couple of drinks.  

Mattie grew restless with her sweater.  “Momma, can I take this off now?” 

Liv bit her lip.  “I guess so, baby.  Have papa help you.”  

“C’mere, munchkin one,” he said as he picked up his daughter and sat her on his knee.  “Let’s get this off.”  He pulled it off and saw a pink shirt with writing.  He pulled it taut and read, ’Rogers #1’ 

“This is cute,” Steve said. “C’mere Davy, let me get yours off too.”  He pulled the sweater off and straightened her own ‘Rogers #2’ shirt.  “Very cute Bug.”  

“I thought you might like them.” Liv blushed.  “I know you said no presents, but I got you something.” 

“Bug,” he sighed, “you promised.”  

“I know but I think you’re gonna like this one.” She handed him a small blue bag. He took it warily and gave a tight smile.  His friends all looked, well kinda smug.  He shook it off and opened the bag.  Inside was a bracelet box and a blue shirt.  He opened the box and froze.  

“Livie,” he swallowed, “baby…” 

“So, remember in Montreal I wasn’t feeling great,” she started. “Turns out, I’m pregnant.” She chewed on her lip as she waited for Steve’s mind to catch up with his eyes.  Eyes that are fixated on the positive pregnancy test in his hands.  

“We’re having a baby?” 

“We’re having a baby.”  

Steve pulled his wife into his arms. “We’re having a baby!” He kissed her hard as the group wolf whistled and yelled out their congratulations.  

“You didn’t see the other thing in the bag,” Liv said.  

“Don’t much care,” as Steve continues to hold his wife.  “A baby.  I can’t believe it.”  

“But Stevie, you gotta look,” she insisted. Steve rolled his eyes and pulled the blue cloth from the bag. Its smaller than he expected but he shakes it open.  

Rogers #3, Like Father, Like Son  

“A b- a boy?” 

“They did genetic testing, everything is fine,” she reassured him, “but they were able to tell me the gender. Now we have our boy. I know it’s what you wanted.”  

“How did you know?” 

“I see the way you are with Simon.  You’re a brilliant girl dad, Stevie but I know you wanted a boy as well. And now we have both,” she said with a loving smile.  

“How far along are you?” 

“Eleven weeks. Been dying to tell you but with our schedule and flying and the girls I just didn’t have the chance. Are you mad?” 

“Mad? No Bug, I’m not mad.” He kissed her softly. He looked back at his friends who were standing to start hugging. “They all knew?” 

“Well, someone, Tony, heard me talking to Mom and your Ma and couldn’t keep his mouth shut. So we set this up because it’s your birthday and…” 

He stopped her with a hug.  “This has been the best birthday ever.”  

“Really?” 

“Really. Thank you Livie.” 

“Happy birthday daddy.” She pat her stomach as his girls came to hug him around his legs. “We love you.” 

Everyone here at the FIA are sending their heartfelt congratulations to Red Bull Racing and their driver Steve Rogers.  The team announced that Steve’s wife, former champion Olivia Rogers, has given birth to a healthy baby boy, Christopher James. Team principle, Andy Barber confirmed that mother and son are doing well, and that older siblings Davina and Matilda are excited to have their brother join the family.  Rogers is set to return to defend his third world championship in March in Bahrain. We wish the Rogers family all the best! 

[zingaplanet]

A bit of last post-MNF insta live of the season recap from the Carraville double trouble:

1. Them being absolute schooldorks waving and laughing at Dave in the next car in traffic (I genuinely at this point strongly worry for jonesy's mental health and the amount of intense parenting he has to do every season) and then basically ADMITTING that they need someone to look after them on the show and keep them in check (see? I told you, school boys) otherwise they'll go absolutely off the rails, not that we haven't seen a glimpse of what that'd be like in that last 15 mins of mnf today.

2. JUST THEM BASICALLY CHECKING EACH OTHER'S WEEKLY PLANS WITH A PRETEXT OF DOING IT FOR THE CAMERA OK. (What u doin on Sunday--, Who're u goin with, u gonna be there on friday, etc.) I mean Gary literally asked whether Carra's going by plane or by bus, WHAT AIRLINE COMPANY HE'S GOING FOR, HIS DAY-BY-DAY PLAN IN PARIS (WHOT). All I can say is, repeating his very own words, gary "have you not got any discretion?"

3. Them just absolutely roastin Thierry Henry is an absolute banger tbh. Carra and Gary goin about Henry drinking in his fancy french candle lit restaurant with his fancy red wine whilst gary having an absolute laugh imagining his scouse half gettin absolutely pissed on cheap alcohol with a french legend during the CL final?? Comedy gold. (Also whether they realised it or not, they kinda gave away the differences between their relationship with each other and the relationship that they have with other pundits, like Jamie with Henry and Micah for instance. Jamie seems to unthinkingly opens up to Gary saying he never really has a drink with Henry, and maybe almost a bit too honest forgetting he's on camera by saying he's a bit relieved Man City didn't get through because he doesn't really know what to feel if he has to do the CL finals with Micah. Meanwhile, we know he never has a problem doing massive games for Liv United with Gary, it's the absolute trust of back and forth balance they've danced throughout so many years and knowing everything'll be just the same between them afterwards no matter what).

4. This is the bit that gets me, really. It's so subtly thoughtful and a bit out of the blue that there's no way Gary's not saying this for a reason. So Gaz brought up the recent media controversy about Stevie hyping up his villa team and giving extra emotional passion in the game against City to help Liverpool win the league. He then literally says that this is absolute nonsense, and very bravely calls out that it's just media spinning. He said that Stevie's thinking absolutely nothing but winning the game for Villa and doing the best job he can as he always did, because of his absolute mentality as a top manager at a top level team.

The funny thing was that Carra was completely silent during this whole topic as he has been the past few weeks and Gary didn't even turn to ask his inputs as he always did. That's when I realised what an absolutely kind act of caring this is. It's a bit of a given that Carra can't really say anything about his best mate and it's a very difficult position for him considering it's both Stevie and Liverpool and he almost always had to thread on a very thin line every time the media asked him about his relationship with Stevie as the Aston Villa manager these days.

I think Gary's completely aware of this. That's why he's doing the talking for him. It's the silent supporting pat that I think speaks volume of their trust for each other, a don't worry, I got this one.

And at the end, when Gary was joking that he would leave Sky if Liverpool wins the quadruple, Carra immediately challenges him to get him to say it on record because he knows Gary won't break a promise and wants a reassurance that he'll deny it.

I'd say love takes many form lads, but one of them is definitely the relief look on Jamie Carragher's face when Gary Neville said he's never leaving Sky (and a certain someone) again.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

✖️ I apologize in advance 😂

oh WOW okay let me just go off brb gonna scour our entire discord history for every time i went "here's a gif let's do it" you asked for it (so yes i admit we've touched on some of these before lmao)

Rhys x Jupiter

Rhys x Ruby

Rhys x Riley

Rhys x Roxie (to be renamed or deleted lmao)

Fitz x Nell

Fitz x/& Stevie

Fitz x/& Delaney

Fitz x/& Aaliya

Rhys x/& Delaney

Finley & Delaney

Finley x/& Kris

Rhys & Fin & Kris

Rhys x/& Stevie

Rhys x/& Genevieve

Rhys x Caden

Elliot x Rosebud

Aria & Patti

Faye & Asteria

Faye & Cordelia

Marina & Ilya

Marina & Evelyn

Nova & Wendy

Nova & Alessia

Nova & Calypso

Nova & Mack

Grace x/& Emilia

Grace & Catherine

Bo & Clarissa & William

Bo & Mariana she tries to kill his boyfriend whoops she's not sorry

Bo x/& Emilia

Davina & Imogen

Emilia & Imogen

Emilia & Piper

Emilia & Talia

Leia & Aella

Leia & Sawyer

Waverly & Imogen

Rosalie & Deborah

Kieran x/& Venus

Kieran x/& Ara

Val x/& Venus

Val x/& Phoenix

Iris x/& Phoenix

Theo & any of my doctor who ocs

Reyna & maeve

Talia & alissara

Laurel & Liv

Laurel & Dalia

Laurel & Tess

Laurel & Mason

Lukas & Ingrid

Lukas & literally any of my jurassic world ocs tbfh

Caroline & my unnamed Maddison brown oc

Caroline & Beatrice

Genevieve & Bambi

Nixon & Cody

Venus & Bex

Jamie & Elena

Quinn x/& Kimberly

Rhys x Mariana

Rhys x/& Hallie

and like you know i need Fitz x literally any of my meg donnelly ocs idc if it's ruby or cross fandom same for rhys

Send me a✖️and I’ll come up with a crossover we haven’t talked about before

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Striking Vipers Show || Wren, Chanel, Gabrielle, Chase, Jesse, Jonah, Juliette, Stevie, Rose, Marina, Olivia

The gang hangs out at a venue in town for a Striking Vipers (Wren, Stevie, Rose) set. 

@chrysolites @gabriellehale @jessekxller @kalidoscpe

Group at the Table

Wren: Wren was sitting with Chanel at the venue before their set, "I'm really glad you came" said Wren with a smile. He was so happy that she would come to see him preform, it made him feel like she was really his girlfriend. They were doing so much together these days, it felt like dating. She just didn't like him like that, and it hurt. But he was happy regardless because she was there.

Chanel: Chanel smiled at Wren, "Of course I came! I love seeing you perform." she said truthfully. She always came to practices and shows, but this was the first time she's gone to see him perform since their fight during homecoming. "Maybe one day you can teach me how to play." she wiggled her eyebrows. "Or I could be the Manny Santos of the band and just look pretty as I play a tambourine."

Gabrielle: Gabrielle held on to Chase's hand as they walked in. "So is this like a group thing?" She questioned as she was a bit nervous. She was proud of herself for going out in public for once.

Wren: Wren smiled, "I think you'd look pretty playing any instrument" he replied before they were interrupted by Chase and Gabrielle.

Chase: "Yeah of course it's a group thing babe" said Chase, "But I promise it'll just be us later" he added as they walked up to Chanel and Wren's table. "Hey guys" said Chase with a friendly smile. "Mind if we interrupt?" he asked, knowing that they were hopefully starting something. Gabrielle: "Well, i'd hope it would be just us later." She said giving him a nudge. Gabrielle held onto Chases are and angled her body to be mostly hidden behind hers. She just felt more protected by him. She offered a friendly smile to the others. Chanel: Chanel smiled as Wren spoke before jumping a bit as she heard Chase's voice. "Uh, nope. You're good." she looked at Chase and Gabrielle with a friendly smile, feeling pretty bad that she hadn't spoken to him for so long. "How are you?" she asked Chase. Stupid question, but she didn't know what else to say. Chase: Chase pulled up a chair for him and one for Gabrielle and pushed her chair in for her before sitting down and putting his hand on her knee, "I'm good" said Chase to his best friend, "Things are rough, but we're dealing. Wren said you two have been hanging a lot, so sorry I haven't called" Chase replied. Gabrielle: Gabrielle sat down in the chair, she knew there was a chance of seeing his friends, but she didn't expect Chanel to be there, let alone so close. Gabrielle looked over at chas and held his hand but didn't say anything

Jesse: Jesse showed up with Liv and engaged in a conversation that will be the result of a thread and then joined the group. "Hey guys! Whats up?"

Chanel: Chanel nodded at Chase, "Yeah, he's been the best. Sorry I haven't called you either." she said with a sad smile. She didn't even know what to say to Gabrielle, it just felt too awkward. 

Jonah: Then Jonah came up with Juliette with a smile on his face, "Hey, can't wait to see you guys perform." he said to Wren and Stevie. Wren: "Thanks man" said Wren putting out his fist for a fist bump to Jonah, things had definitely been better recently but it was still a little awkward. "I'm gonna go get a pitcher" said the boy getting up to use his fake ID and get them some beer. The place was pretty relaxed, so it wasn't too hard. Wren returned with a stack of cups and two pitchers of beer with the help of a fellow high schooler who was working at the place. 

Chase: Chase pulled Gabrielle into his lap to make room for all the people arriving, he also just wanted her in his lap. He put a hand on her lower back and continued making conversation with Chanel, "We can hangout soon, I want to hear about ... ya know" he said with a smirk, referring to Wren as the other boy appeared back with beer. Gabrielle: Gabrielle willing slid over into chases lap. She felt like she was asserting her dominice of belonging to chase. Gabrielle looked over at Wren when Chase suggested there was something going on. Gabrielle went to make a comment, but held back because she was trying to play nice Chanel: Chanel eyes widened when Chase spoke, hitting his arm slightly. "There's nothing to talk about." she said just cause she didn't want Wren think she was into him... even though she was... but ya know. "We'll talk later." she leaned towards Chase and whispered. "We can have a fun night together. I'll bring some wine." she said with a smile. Chase: "Just us and a double bottle of moscato baby" said Chase laughing quietly to Chanel, his hand still on Gabrielle's back as he leaned over to talk to Chanel. Gabrielle: GAbrielle raised her brows at Chanels words about having a wine night. "Sounds super fun." She said but as called her baby Gabrielle stood up. "I have to use the bathroom" She said picking up her purse and walking to the bathroom.

- click here for bathroom thread - Chanel: Chanel raised a brow at Gabrielle as the girl spoke. She looked over at Chase and frowned, "Sorry... Did I say something wrong?" she asked, leaning back in her seat. She really didn't want to have any kind of problems, this was Wren's night. But the moment she saw Juliette follow Gabrielle, she rolled her eyes. Chase: "That's on me. I think I can get away with shit because she was sitting in my lap. But she stays jealous" said Chase running his hand through his hair. How did he continuously fuck up like this. 

Rose: "Hellooooo" said Rose as she arrived in her cute little outfit, "Have you guys seen Caleb yet?" she asked. Chanel: "Do you want me to like, apologize to her or whatever?" Chanel asked, but she really didn't want to go to the bathroom with both girls in there. "I don't want to give you guys any problems." Stevie looked around to see if Caleb was here, "I haven't seen him yet, he's probably on his way. I'll let you know if he's here." she tried to smile at Rose. Chase: "No, I think that might make things worse. I don't think it's our relationship. It's just her issues" said Chase, "We've been good recently. It's just ... she forgets how I am sometimes with the cheer girls until she sees it in person" he added. Chase felt guilty, but he had seen Juliette follow her, and assumed Juliette would help her chill out. Rose: Rose touched her necklace, "He has hockey practice, but he should be here soon. This is his first time coming and seeing me perform" said the girl nervously. It felt so good to be back with him, she was just blinded by how much she liked how Caleb made her feel, and how it felt to be with him. She was definitely going to give tonight her all. Chanel: Chanel didn't think it was about the cheer girls, she thought it was just her that was the problem but she didn't say it. "Right. I'm glad you two have been good recently though." she tried to smile. "I know how whipped you are for her. I think we all do." Wren: "Chase? Whipped?" said Wren with a laugh, "couldn't be me" he said even though he was whipped himself. Stevie: Stevie nodded her head slowly and looked over at Marina who came with Rose. The two girls gave each other a look. They were on the same wavelength. "Those practices can always run late. He'll be here." she said with a forced smile. "You're gonna do great."

Chanel: "Couldn't be you? You seem like you'd be a total simp." Chanel laughed, nudging Wren softly. "You were talking to some girl that was across the country." she said, a little bitterly. "I'd say that's pretty whipped. But maybe I'm just not good with long distance shit."

Rose: Rose touched her necklace and smiled at the people around her, "He's probably so excited and running over here right now" she replied, smiling down at the ground now. She thought about texting him, but she didn't want to be needy. Wren: "Fair enough" said Wren with a smile to Chanel, "but I told you, I'm not into her like that anymore" he clarified. "I've got my eye on someone else anyways" said Wren, hoping for his moment to tell Chanel, but this was not the place or time.

Stevie: "Yeeeeaaah." Stevie said slowly. Marina looked over at Rose before rolling her eyes. She had a feeling that boy needed another beatdown. "While you wait, you want something to drink?" Stevie asked. Chanel: "Right, I almost forgot." Chanel tried to act casual but she obviously did not forget, it's all she thought about. "You gonna make a move soon? I'm sure she's so into you, who wouldn't be? I'd love to meet her some day." she lied. Chanel wasn't sure how she'd act if she saw him with some other girl. Rose: "Oooh yeah" said Rose as she poured herself a glass of beer and one for Stevie and Marina. "He's taking me on a trip tomorrow, tres romantique" she said excitedly. She just couldn't shut the fuck up about him. Rose knew she was annoying people, but she couldn't help it. "Anywayyyyys, I am so stoked for this performance" she said as she took a sip of beer. Wren: Wren wanted to roll his eyes at that comment, because she didn't want to be with him. That's who. He hoped her seeing him perform would change her mind a little, but he knew it was a lost cause. "Soon enough" he said, trying to think of who at school he could possibly fake a crush on until it felt real. Stevie: Stevie and Marina grabbed their glasses and took a sip from it. "That's cool... I'm sure you'll both have a great time together." Stevie said, confused as to why he wasn't already here. Surely he would want to come to his girlfriend's show. This was all definitely sus. 

Marina: "You're gonna do great, Rosie. I'm really excited for the first song, it was my favorite." Marina said with a big smile.

Gabrielle: Gabrielle nodded. "Right. Mark my territory. Be confident." She said "Okay, lets do this, lets go back out there." She said as she took her hand and led her too the table. She walked with power, gave a hair flip. She figured Chase would cave. She dropped her hand and took her spot back on chases lap. "Chanel, poor be a beer?"

Juliette: Juliette heard Gabrielle ask Chanel to pour her a beer a little too confidently, "I think I made a mistake" said Juliette in a whisper to Stevie.

Chanel: "Soon. Fun. Can't wait." Chanel was getting irritated with this conversation with Wren and it was starting to show. She narrowed her eyes at Gabrielle as she ask to pour her a beer. "Excuse me? You have arms, use them." she said with a little bit of attitude. Stevie: Stevie looked over at Juliette and back at the others at the table, "Is everything okay?" she whispered.

Juliette: "I think I caused this on accident" whispered Juliette back in reference to Chanel and Gabrielle. Gabrielle: Gabrielle smiled softly. She stood up and walked over and took the pitcher that was in front of the girl and poured a cup and sat back down. "Thanks for the reminder." Stevie: Stevie smiled at Juliette, "On accident? You sure?" she teased the girl. "You could be honest with me." Juliette: Juliette gave her a look, "... how dare you" said Juliette laughing quietly, "I thought she was just going to kiss him or send him a flirty text or something. I didn't think she was gonna come back here and demand Chanel be a wench" said the girl with a doe eyed look on her face. Stevie: Stevie started laughing at Juliette's choice of words, "If they break out into a fight, I guess we'll have to blame you for it." she said just to mess with the girl. "I didn't know you were like this, Hastings. A real eye opener." Juliette: "Wow Summers, I see you're a drama fiend" said Juliette squinting at the other girl. Chanel: Chanel was frustrated in every way possible at this point. If she popped off on Gabrielle, she'd ruin the night for everyone so she simply rolled her eyes and kept quiet. Gabrielle: Gabrielle took a drink from the beer, she always hated beer but it was what was provided. "So Chase" She said turning so she could look at him. "What kind of music do these play?" Stevie: "Hey, I'm just chillin." Stevie placed her hands behind her head while she leaned back in her seat. "Are you going to be a bad influence on me?" she looked around the table to make sure no one peeped before winking at Juliette. Chase: Chase smiled at Gabrielle, his head empty. He just kind of shut everything out when the girls did this. Same routine, new location. Was it his fault? Yes. Did he care? Not too much. Chase put his hand on her lower back, "It's kind of a mix" said the boy with a smile, "but it won't go too late. Then we can spend some one on one time together" he added in. He knew group settings weren't really her speed, but he knew that it was good for her to be with people even if she didn't like it. Gabrielle: Gabrielle nodded. "Interesting." She said with small smile. Though, she wasn't very interested in his, she didn't think it would be such a group activity. "I'd like that, hopefully its not to late." She wanted to be able to put gene to bed but knew the chances weren't likely. "What do you want to do later?" Chase: Chase put his hand on her outer thigh and went to whisper in her ear, "You" said Chase with a smirk on his face. Gabrielle: Gabrielle blushed a bit. She was a bit nervous but that was hot, it send shivers down her spin. "meet me in the bathroom in 2 minutes?" Chase: Chase's eyes widened and he just nodded quickly. 

Juliette: Juliette saw the interaction, "Okay whew they're good. They're definitely leaving to go hook up" said the girl before turning back to Stevie. "Okay, if anyone is a bad influence it's you" teased Juliette biting her lip a little. Gabrielle: Gabrielle got up from his lap silently and walked over to the bathroom Chase: Chase followed quickly.

- click here for bathroom thread - 

Jesse: Jesse looked up as they walked away. "So.... Do yall think they are fighting it out or fucking it out?" Stevie: Stevie sat back up and laughed, "Me? You're crazy. I'm an absolute angel." she said to Juliette with a big smile on her face. She looked over at Jesse and nodded her head, "Fucking it out, for sure. I think Chase might enjoy if they were fighting though."

Jesse: "I think Chase enjoys any attention she gives him." He said with a laugh. "I think they are fighting it out. Anyone want to put money on it?"

Wren: "She's turned him down recently" said Wren in reference to what they knew from the group chat, "So I say fighting" Rose: "Guys I just talked to the manager, we need to head backstage" said Rose coming back to the group. She looked around again for Caleb, but he would be here soon enough. Rosemary waved for the others to come join her and they headed backstage. - Rose, Stevie, and Wren leave - Jesse: Jesse smiled as ose said they had to go back stage. "Good luck guys!" Juliette: "Oooooh, they're gonna be on!" said Juliette to Olivia, she was so excited to see Stevie perform. It was painfully obvious how happy Juliette was to be here with Stevie, even though she thought she was being nonchalant about it all. Olivia: olivia looked at juliette, and honestly, she was so grateful that jesse had managed to get her to go. she was having fun, and she definitely needed that right now. the band was about to get on and she looked over at how excited juliette was. it was adorable "you are adorable, juliette. come on, let's try and get closer to the stage!" Juliette: "Do you want beer?" she asked, pouring herself a tiny little cup from the pitchers Wren had gotten. Juliette smiled at the other girl, trying to contain her excitement, "then we will totally go up!" she said smiling at her friend. Jesse: Jesse smiled, Olivia looked happy to be here which meant he did a good job. "Yeah, go up. I'll be here when you get back."

Olivia: olivia nodded and smiled, " i'd love something to drink, " she said and looked at jesse, but then realized that she was driving. " but i'm driving, so probably shouldn't. " she looked at juliette who smiled and seemed excited about getting closer to the stage. the blonde looked at jesse, who told her to go up an how he'd be there when she got back. " okay, come on, " olivia said, taking juliette's hand and pushing her way through the crowd of people. In the pit Juliette: Juliette laughed, "I can't drive well so no one here lets me drive" said Juliette, thankful that she didn't have to get behind the wheel. She really was the worst, because gays can't drive and that's just science. Juliette held Olivia's hand as they pushed through the crowd, "They're all so talented, I am so excited!!" said Juliette just beaming thinking about seeing Stevie on stage again. Olivia: olivia giggled excitedly and looked at juliette. " are you excited for some particular reason? " she asked curiously and smiled at the other girl. " because, i mean... there are some pretty faces up there, " she said and bit her bottom lip, before she wrapped an arm around juliette, squeezing it softly. " you look great, by the way. she's gonna die when sees you, " she spoke into juliette's ear. it was pretty obvious who she was excited to see. Juliette: Juliette went into a gay panic, "Ummmm" said Juliette thinking of ways to play it off. "She? I don't know what you're talking about" the girl added in. She was kind of done for, but her secret. How many people were going to figure it out? Olivia: " hey, you don't have to worry. i'm not going to tell anyone, " she said and smiled as she looked at juliette. " you're still the same sweet and amazing juliette. besides, " olivia turned to look at the stage, " i get where you coming from. she's hot, " she said and turned to look at juliette again with a wide grin on her lips. Juliette: Juliette was in shock for a second, "Am I that obvious? Because Stevie thought I was straight for like ... well always" said Juliette, swallowing hard for a second. "Don't I like ... seem straight?" she questioned. Juliette's mind was filling with questions.

Olivia: "well, the way you look at her, you know, it just kind of gives it away. that and i'm pretty good at seeing when someone likes another person," she said and shrugged. then when she asked if she didn't seem straight, olivia looked at her. "hey, there's nothing wrong with liking girls. fuck that. fuck people who say it is. love is love, you know.."

Juliette: "I mean I don't have any problem with .. it" said Juliette, she was still grappling with admitting it out loud. "My parents are ... well they're something. They care about town reputation like a little too much, and they're pretty catholic" she replied. "But who knows, Stevie is something different, just look at her play!" said Juliette fangirling a little as she watched the other girl play bass on stage. Olivia: nodding her head, olivia could understand where juliette was coming with. " i get that, but you know, your happiness is important here. not what they think or whatever. if stevie makes you happy, then i say go for it and fuck what your parents think or say." olivia looked at her as she fangirled over stevie who was on the stage, playing the bass perfectly. it was cute, the way she looked at the girl on the stage. Juliette: "I'm not trying make things difficult at home" said Juliette, she had a lot of things to think about. The affair was already making things hard enough, like being in the house. She just stared at Stevie and wondered how long she would be able to keep her around until it became too painful for Stevie to be quiet about it all.

Olivia: olivia looked at juliette, nodding her head. she felt bad for her friend, that her parents would make her feel that way. " i'm sorry to hear that. but, you shouldn't have to hide who you are. because, you're a beautiful person. "

Juliette: "I'm okay with it" said Juliette honestly, she didn't mind hiding it until she was out of the house. Whether or not Stevie would be okay with it was another whole deal. "I just hope she is" said the brunette, tucking her hair behind her ear as she stared up at the stage.

Olivia: "well," olivia said and looked at stevie, then over at juliette. "i'm sure is. you're worth waiting for," she said and nodded, giving her a quick wink before moving along with the song that was played on stage.

Juliette: Juliette started dancing with Olivia, just having a good time with the girlies. Gabrielle and Chase came to join them because they should be done by now.

Olivia: olivia giggled and smiled softly at juliette, before turning her head around and looking at gabrielle and chase who joined them. she kept jumping up and down excitedly as the music continues to play and she brushed her hair away from her face. breathing heavily, she leaned forward and spoke into juliette's ear. " i'm gonna get something to drink. do you want anything? " she asked before pulling her head back and looking at her friend.

Juliette: "totally, but small for me please" said Juliette, she didn't want to go crazy. Stevie had seen enough of her like that. She was having such a good time dancing and enjoying the music.

Olivia: olivia smiled softly and nodded as she looked over at gabrielle and chase, before starting to push her way through the crowd of people, heading for the bar where she could get them drinks. once she arrived at the bar, she leaned forward and ordered juliette something and asked for a coke for herself, as she had been the one who had been driving.

Olivia: Grabbing the drinks, Olivia made her way back over to where Juliette, chase and Gabrielle was. She handed her friend her drink and smiled, before focusing on the hand that was playing. In the corner of her eye, she had noticed Jesse sitting down with Jonah - and she hoped he was doing okay, after everything with Devyn. “Hey do you think Jonah is okay?” She asked out loudly, for either of the three to respond.

Gabrielle: Gabrielle looked over at Liv as she spoke and then at the table with the boys. "He looks fine to me? BUt I don't know him all that well."

Juliette: "I've been really wrapped up in everything" said Juliette looking to the ground, "I mean he seems fine enough at school?" she felt awful about how they would spend time together but never talk. They just liked sitting in the same room together.

Gabrielle: Gabrielle looked at Juliette, "Its just been a really crazy time. We have all been wrapped up in something." She pointed out. "I'm sure he is okay though, Jesse would have said if he wasn't right?"

Olivia: Olivia nodded and bit her bottom lip. “Yeah, I’m sure you guys are right. I just.. the whole situation was pretty messed up.”

Time passed, Olivia and Chase hungout outside and Caleb arrived during the set to see Rose perform.

[imagine-avengers]

Biker Part One- Clint Barton Series

This is Part one of the Biker Clint series, the series is yet to be completed, which isn’t typical for me as I like to finish a series before posting any part but I should be done writing it soon. Enjoy!

Olivia never thought she’d be standing in the parking lot of the Howling Commando’s clubhouse again. She never thought she’d be coming home after all these years, especially after the way she left. Olivia leaned against the side of her black Ford Focus and stared at the bikes lining the wall, her sunglasses over her eyes hiding her face so no one recognized her. She watched as a few Prospects came out of the clubhouse all laughing together so she picked up her camera and took a few photos of them before dropping it back against her chest and heading towards the front doors. Entering the clubhouse brought a wave of nostalgia over Olivia as she spent most of her life in this place.

“Olivia?” Olivia’s eyes scanned the bar area before settling on where Steve Rogers stood against it, his broad chest covered by his kutte that held the VP patch he gained once Bucky had taken over as President.

“Hiya Stevie.” Olivia smiled at her brothers best friend as she took her sunglasses off, showing the scar that was over her eye that she had gotten from a motorcycle accident along with a newer bruise that went over her other eye.

“I thought that was you.” Steve moved from the bar and enveloped Olivia into his arms. “What the hell happened to your eye Liv? What are you doing here? Buck know you’re back? Does Clint?” Steve reamed her with questions as Olivia pulled away from him.

“Slow down.” Olivia laughed. “No Stevie, haven’t talked to Clint since I left, you know that. I thought I’d surprise Bucky.” She shrugged thinking of her brother. “I have news for him.” She spoke. “The eye, well that’s partially why I’m here. Is Buck around?” She glanced around the bar not seeing Bucky or his wife, Natasha, or anyone she really recognized. “Lots of knew people in town, huh?” She asked as Steve nodded.

“Yeah, he’s in the office, had some stuff to go over with Nat, money wise. Come on, I’ll take you back.” Olivia nodded and followed behind Steve, she stood out in the clubhouse, being in her light-wash skinny jeans and plain white t-shirt and black converse. “He’s gonna be shocked Liv, we haven’t heard from you in months.” Steve gave the girl; whom was basically his little sister, a glare. “And now you show up with a big ass bruise, hell Barton is gonna have a heart attack.”

“I know, things got crazy with school Stevie.” Olivia frowned as Steve knocked on Bucky’s office door.

“You two decent?” Steve asked before hearing a grunt and he opened the door and got hit in the head with a pen that came from Natasha. “Someone’s here to see you Buck.” Steve stepped inside the room and made room for Olivia to step in.

“Hey big brother.” Bucky dropped his own pen and stood moving towards his little sister.

“Fuck Livvy.” Bucky muttered pulling his sister into his arms. “What the fuck happened to you?” Bucky pulled away and examined her, his eyes landing on the bruise. “Who touched you?”

“Buck,”

“Who touched you?” Natasha asked, now standing where Bucky had been in front of her. “Liv, we can’t help if you don’t tell us.” Nat spoke as she pulled her sister-in-law into a hug.

“Um, if we’re going to have this conversation, you’re gonna want to have Clint here.” Olivia spoke softly as she fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket.

“Is Clint back in town yet?” Bucky asked looking to Steve.

“Not sure, I’d have to check with Sam.” Bucky nodded and Steve left the room to go find Sam.

“Let’s get you a drink, huh?” Natasha went to pull Olivia out of the room and towards the bar, Bucky not far behind them.

“Wait.” Olivia turned to her brother. “I have news.” She grinned at her brother. “I graduate at the end of the month; my last final was two days ago.” She spoke causing Bucky to grin.

“That’s great Livvy. I’m so proud of you!” Bucky pulled her into another hug. “Now go hang out with Nat while I finish this up and then we’ll have Barton back to talk.” Olivia nodded and followed Natasha to the bar.

“Hey Nat?” Olivia asked as she stared down at the glass of bourbon that sat in front of her. “How’s Rebecca?” She spoke of her sister. Rebecca and Olivia had stopped talking years ago when Rebecca had claimed to be in love with Clint and refused to speak to Olivia once she started seeing him. Though she and Rebecca didn’t speak, Olivia still spoke to her younger sisters, Frances and Mary almost everyday, the three being very close as they were all off at college.

“She’s doing good, we missed you at the wedding.” Olivia looked up at her sister-in-law from her drink.

“Wedding? Becca got married?” Olivia hadn’t known Rebecca was seeing anyone, much less getting married.

“Oh Liv, I thought she would have at least invited you to the wedding, I’m sorry.” Natasha frowned at the girl. “They got married three months ago, they’re expecting a little girl in about seven months.” Olivia nodded.

“Becca’s always wanted kids, I’m happy for her.” Olivia spoke softly. “She told me I was dead to her when I was fifteen and hasn’t spoken to me since I turned eighteen and agreed to marry Clint, so I’m not surprised she didn’t invite me, just kinda hurts.” Olivia shrugged as she heard the doors open.

“Clint’s here.” Natasha spoke as Olivia glanced behind her to see Clint walking in with Thor and Loki. “Clint.” Natasha waved him over, and he turned locking eyes with Olivia. “Your wife is here.” This caused the clubhouse to fall silent.

“Whoa, you’re married?” Sam asked from by where Steve stood with a few others. Olivia hadn’t met Sam, but from the description Natasha had given her and the way Wanda was holding onto him, she assumed he was Sam.

“Yeah.” Clint nodded. “She left.” Clint spoke as he stared at her, his eyes following the line of the bruise on her face. “Back to get me to sign the papers so you can marry your boyfriend?” Clint asked as Olivia rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be like that Clint.” Olivia muttered, her eyes following his face to look for any signs of scarring. “Where are your hearing aids?” She signed to the eighty percent deaf Clint. He shrugged as he moved towards her, his eyes never leaving the bruise. “I’m not back because of a boyfriend, if I’m being honest, haven’t dated since you, jackass.” She turned back to the vodka that Natasha had sat in front of her.

“Olivia is Bucky’s sister.” Natasha spoke glancing at Sam.

“What happened Liv?” Clint spoke softly as he ran a hand over the bruise as he stopped in front of her.

“Put your hearing aids in.” Olivia mumbled pulling away from him. “That’s one of the reasons I’m here.” She spoke staring into his eyes for a moment. “Stevie, Nat.” Olivia looked to the two and motioned towards Bucky’s office, where the four walked into, Clint putting his hearing aids in whilst the four headed back to the office.

“What happened?” Bucky asked leaning against his desk, Nat sitting in his chair, Steve standing against the door frame with Clint standing next to Olivia.

“So, I worked at a bar as a bartender and there was this guy who kept flirting with me every shift, he couldn’t get the hint that I wasn’t interested. After a few months I felt like someone was following me around, so I changed my routine. I came home from work a few weeks ago and somethings in my apartment were moved around, I filed a police report, but since nothing was stolen, they couldn’t do anything. Then a few nights ago, I was walking home from work, I only lived two blocks away, and the guy from the bar showed up demanding I take him home, and was insinuating I should sleep with him, I told him I was married, he didn’t like that.” Oliva ran a hand over her eyes. “He said if he ever seen me with another man, he’d kill them and then he hit me. He left me in the street, I packed everything and left that night and came here. Buck, I’m scared.” Olivia spoke as she started trembling. “What if he followed me?” The whole time she spoke she signed so Clint could see what she was saying, though he was eighty percent deaf, he could hear slightly and could talk perfectly fine.

“Liv, that asshole is never going to touch you again, he messed with the wrong girl.” Bucky spoke pulling his sister into his arms. “Besides, we’ve all seen how possessive Barton gets, no way is anyone ever going to harm you baby sis.”

“No one is going to touch you Liv.” Clint spoke staring at his wife whom nodded. The group sat in Bucky’s office, Liv describing what the guy looked like before Natasha called Tony to run down security camera’s from the bar Liv had worked at.

“You gonna stay at the clubhouse, my place, or with Barton?” Bucky asked whilst the two were sitting at the bar, Loki was in the kitchen making some burgers for the two. Olivia looked over at her brother as she sipped out of her coffee mug.

“Probably with Clint, I think the two of us need to talk.” Olivia shrugged. “Plus I know he has internet, unlike my brother.” She gave him a look and smirked. “I have some photos I have to send out to a client.” Olivia was getting a photography degree and had started an online photography business.

“I know you never wanted to talk about it, but why’d you ask for the divorce?” Bucky looked at his sister from his beer. Olivia sighed and bit her lip before groaning.

“Buck,” Olivia’s voice was soft. “he spent more time here with the club than he did with me after we got married. I never got to see him, all we did was fight and he became distant.” Olivia looked away from her brother. “I thought it was what he wanted, I thought he wanted a divorce, I never understood why he didn’t sign the papers, he didn’t want me Buck.” Olivia spoke softly. “He proved that to me enough in our first year of marriage.”

“Liv, that’s not why he pulled away, I think you should talk to him. Yeah he pulled away because of club stuff, but he’s been in love with you since you were like ten.” Bucky reminded as Loki brought out their food.

“Thanks Loki.” Olivia smiled at the raven-haired man as she pushed her fries around.

“For the record,” Loki spoke. “Clint Barton is hopelessly in love with you.” He stated before heading back into the kitchen.

“For fuck sake. Is everyone going to keep telling me this?” Olivia groaned before she took a bite of her burger.

“Yes.” Natasha spoke standing behind her husband. “Babe, Clint is my best friend and has been since I was four, the mans in love with you and that’s never changed.” Natasha stated as she touched her husband’s shoulder. “I’m heading home, don’t be too late.” Natasha spoke before giving a tight smile to Liv. “Talk to Clint, clear things up and then fuck him.” Winking as Bucky groaned, Natasha took her leave.

“Your wife is a minx.” Bucky nodded at his sisters words, the two eating in silence for a few minutes. “We talked about starting a family.” Olivia whispered glancing at Clint by the pool table. “We were going to start trying, but then he came home one day after a club meeting, telling me it wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want to have kids with me.”

“He didn’t mean that Liv,”

“No, he just meant he didn’t want them with me, I know that Buck. I’m not an idiot, I could see my husband losing interest in me and I wasn’t going to continue being in a once sided marriage.” Olivia pushed her fries around as she spoke. “I loved him Buck but he didn’t fight for me, he didn’t even try to save our marriage, I tried so hard and he couldn’t be bothered.”

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GIRL U WANT – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: steve harrington is in love with his coworker, y/n, and max mayfield can't stand how annoying a lovesick steve is.  𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: y/n is used!! it's kinda told from max's point of view. idiots in love (obv), max and steve have a little sister-older brother relationship. bad grammar ig. not proofread (yk the deal). 3k-ish words.

💭 liv's thoughts: look at me rewriting my wip list works. this is another one that has been sitting on my docs page for ages, and i finally got the courage to fulfill it. i hope you guys like it! 

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

“Look at you with your mouth watering, look at you with your mind spinnin'. Why don't we just admit it's all over? She's just the girl you want”. 

People say patience is a virtue, but Maxine Mayfield begs to differ. 

She doesn't believe in that "good things come for those who wait" crap, because nothing nice ever came her way for just standing there until something happened. The only thing she got from waiting around was a terrible yearning sensation of what could have been if she wasn't such a wimp. That is why Max doesn't exercise the righteous quality of patience, preferring her natural impulsiveness instead. Her restlessness is just too precious not to be used – Seventeen magazine insists on telling her that it's just a thing Aries girls do. 

Her effort usually pays off, but when it doesn't, there is nothing better than a "fuck you" to tend the wounds. Rejection is always a possibility, but being disappointed because of it isn't, and with time, you learn how to deal with the negative responses… despite that, Max likes to consider herself too persuasive to ever be declined.

But she has to admit that her intrinsic sense of fearlessness can make her a little insensitive when it comes to people's fear of rejection because, to her, it's just all so simple. Though she tries to be understanding, others' stupidity can become a bit too much for her to handle, and she almost always finds herself on the verge of scolding them for their inability to be bold. It was like when she first started dating Lucas: she had a very serious talk with him about his embarrassment to complain about his wrong orders to the servers because he fears being met with a rude attitude – she still walks up to the workers to point out that his order came with pickles when he didn't want any, but just because it's him. 

For some time now, Max found herself in an annoying situation. Over her boring vacation evenings, she began visiting Family Video a lot, and began picking up on something that grew to be infuriating: Steve's and Y/N's constant bullshit. Their (initial) quiet pining was cute, at first, because it made her feel like she was watching a real-life rom-com, with an exciting "will they or won't they?" plot line… reminiscent of the late-nights where she would pretend to be asleep on the living room couch to catch the new Cheers episode, to see if Diane and Sam would finally get together. Yet, as the days passed and their never-ending coyness appeared to only grow stronger, her hopes started to falter. In fact, the situation began to get so obvious that it started to get on her nerves. Big time.

She was an observer, and easily noticed the lingering looks as they talked, one getting distracted by the other's lips, or the way their brows furrowed when attempting to flirt. Or the jealous blush that dusted over Steve's cheeks whenever he saw you talking to a good-looking customer. And then, whenever you weren't at work, she hears his grumpy huffs that turn into infatuated sighs as soon as you walk through the door, apologizing for being late. It wasn't hard to miss your affectionate words about him when he wasn't around, as if talking about your co-worker would make his absence more tolerable. 

What was sweet, quickly turned into tiresome when the instances of you two almost kissing turn into a daily thing. She can't count the times when she caught Steve leaning his face closer to yours, taking the courage to make his move, but right at the last second… the plan totally backfires. You either bump heads (Max physically cringes whenever she remembers the scene) or too distracted, ended up turning away from the other. Either option brought a burning ache to the chest. 

The blatant crush you have on each other followed Max everywhere she goes as if she was doomed to hear about it until the end of times. Steve was never necessarily reserved about his infatuation – although it seemed like everyone knew about it, except the one person that should –, and since he gives her rides everywhere, she found herself listening to him babble about the gorgeous gleam in your eyes and your shiny hair. The guy sees you as something sacred, and yet… he never admits that he actually likes you, despite the fact that you are all he ever talks about. 

To him, you are a piece of heaven on Earth, the person who understands him the most and makes him feel good about himself, among other incredibly elaborate platonic compliments.

Max knows Steve is pretty much the most idiotic guy to ever exist, but he isn't stupid. It's obvious that he just doesn't want to admit his feelings because, if he does, he will have to do something about it, and being blind to the fact that you feel the same, he doesn't want to risk it. If things went wrong, his heart wouldn't be able to take it. 

The only question roaming Max's head is: he is secure, but at what price? 

It all makes days like today even more unbearable. 

They have been sitting inside Steve's burgundy BMW for almost five minutes now, with the clear window closed, the A/C turned up to maximum speed, and Madonna's 'True Blue' playing on the radio. After their arrival at Family Video's parking lot, Max had asked for a minute, just one fucking minute, to fix her shoelaces and Steve used it as an opportunity to daydream as he stared out the windshield. His eyes were set ahead, and she didn't need to look to know who he was staring at. 

This was starting to get depressing. 

"Steve," Max calls, as harsh as ever. "Stop". 

As if he had just been electrocuted, Steve turns his head to stare at the fifteen-year-old. Eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared, he defends himself, "But I'm not doing anything". 

"Exactly, you moron," she grumbles. "You gotta tell her". 

'No more sadness, I kiss it goodbye. The sun is burs-', Max interrupts Madonna by turning off the radio, stopping any possible distractions.

It's clear that Steve doesn't like where this is going, because his face contorts into that sour annoyed look that makes her take a deep breath. This is going to be difficult.

"Tell what to who?" pretending to be clueless, he purses his lips, but his eyes don't lie, quickly drifting back to Y/N's figure. There was no escape now, not with Max's sharp gaze bearing down on him.

"You're so full of shit".

"Hey! Language, Maxine," he reprimands, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about". 

"You're in love with her," she motions to his co-worker who was still blissfully unaware of the car parked outside. 

And her words rang as an absurdity to him.  

"Max, for the love of-," his protest is interrupted by the girl and the know-it-all tone he hates so much.

"Steve, you're so into her it's ridiculous," her blue eyes narrow at him, hardening her expression. He scoffs, crossing his arms as he looks in the other direction, trying not to give too much away.

They stay like that for a few seconds, with him staring out the window, refusing to take part in the discussion, and Max glaring at his blushing, conflicted face. 

But then, he breaks. 

"Fine," Steve breathes out, "I mean, I'd make out with her… like, platonically, you know?"

The word comes out as if he had just remembered it existed, and Max doesn't buy it for a second, "You can't make out with someone platonically, Steve".

He takes her harsh delivery with a contemplating face, letting it all sink in. It wasn't groundbreaking, but it did break his argument, and he finds himself agreeing with what she had said… and he gets a grip. 

"Why am I listening to a thirteen-year-old?" he mutters, in disbelief. Huffing, Steve turns back at her, already gripping the door handle, "You know what, smarty-pants? I gotta work".

"I'm fifteen, Harrington! And we're not done!"

Max trails behind him as he gets out of the car in a hurry, stepping heavily into the pavement. As Steve bursts through the glass door with the girl in tow, they catch the attention of everyone inside Family Video. He gives you and Robin an embarrassed smile, stepping onto a random aisle, trying to hide from the curious stares. 

From the corner of his eye, Steve realizes that he still hasn't gotten rid of the stubborn girl, so he gathers the cluttered tapes and organizes them, in a failed attempt to avoid Max's inquisitive look. Moving the Pretty in Pink tapes around, the redhead crosses her arms, still staring. 

"You should learn a thing or two about that movie, you know?" she says with a quiet voice.

"What are you talking about, Mayfield?" he asks with a defeated sigh, clearly getting annoyed by her.

"Duckie didn't do anything about his crush on Andie, and had to settle for being her best friend in the end," she spells it out for him, "While she got to make out with Andrew McCarthy. Arguably more good-looking and charming than Jon Cryer". 

Steve rolls his eyes, but the situation does ring out an alarm at the back of his mind. What if… no, let's not go there. "What are you trying to say, wise-ass?"

"I'm saying," she continues, not willing to let him take a breath, "Are you truly willing to miss your shot? Stop being such a coward and go for it!".

"You talk as if I actually have a chance".

There it is. 

This was what she wanted to hear. 

"Steve, the girl is almost putting up a bright sign saying 'Go for it! Ask me out, you idiot!'". 

Drifting his eyes away from the tapes he was organizing, Steve watches as you laugh at something Robin had said. His gaze softens as he contemplates the scene, his hesitancy quavering every time the sound of your laughter reached his ears. This time, seeing the longing look in his eyes made a gentle, sympathetic feeling grow inside Max's chest, so different than the impatient annoyance she was so used to. 

"Look, Steve," her green eyes droop with friendly warmth. Though she might say that this is such a rare sight, that is what he sees every day when he talks to her. "I'm just saying what I noticed, and even if I'm wrong, which I'm not, by the way, you gotta take this off your chest. This is your chance!".

Staring down at her, he can only blink. Her encouraging words are settling in his mind, screeching as they do so, and he wonders… the gears inside his head spinning out of control, smoking everything so bad he almost can't see anything. Steve feels a bit out of breath.

But, impatient as always, Max keeps going as if she hasn't just collapsed all of his plans to stay in your friendship's comfort zone. With the wisdom that few possess, she continues, "I know you're still hung up on your Nancy-heartbreak and everything, but you're standing in your own way on this one, Steve. I can't tell you what the future holds, but I'm sure that you'll feel a lot better after you tell her about it". 

His intentions to continue ignoring it all are crumbling to dust inside him right now and her words make him feel defenseless, too vulnerable to continue disregarding his own fear of possible rejection. 

"That doesn't make sense," he scoffs, though his voice is soft and quiet, "Why would I want to do something like that if I don't know what the outcome is? She might just turn me down, and I don't think I could…"

Eyes drifting back to your breathtaking figure behind the counter, he stops himself before finishing the sentence. His face lit up with an astonishing expression of realization. Steve lets out another defeated sigh… maybe Max was right. 

With a knowing smile, she tells him, "Because you know she's worth it". 

xxx

Steve has had his head in the clouds ever since his little chat with Max earlier and could barely concentrate on having any work done throughout the rest of his shift. It didn't help that he also couldn't escape the sight of you from any corner of Family Video, and had to take several breaks until closing hours to avoid his head from exploding. 

Pacing back and forth inside the employee's break room instead of helping you put everything away (not exactly the top priority on his list right now), Steve tries to muster up even the slightest string of courage to talk to you about his feelings.

Now, on top of being an absolute wimp, he can also add useless when thinking to his list. 

He takes a big breath as he replays what Max had said, and almost unconsciously, snippets of Billy Joel's 'Tell Her About It' start echoing with it. The combination was able to help him make an outline of everything he'd like to say to you. 

"I like you. I don't want the chance to slip away. It's okay if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to say something before it's too late", he mutters to himself, still walking in circles. "If yes, then, ba-ba-bam, charm her up. If heartbreak, retreat. I'll be fine. Fine. Just fine. A-okay". 

Steve feels the same rush as he felt before going to his High School basketball matches, and he can only hope that the results will be far more positive. He takes another deep breath, shaking his arms before he walks over to the door. His fingers touch the door handle, cool under his fingertips. This is his chance. The store was closing, there were no customers around, and Robin had left early for band practice. 

Let's do it, he thinks to himself.

Determined and possessed by a sense of overconfidence, Steve snaps the door open, letting it hit the wall with a loud noise. The sudden movement turns your attention on him, and he can feel his cheeks burning bright under your gaze, his faux bravado trembling below the warmth of your eyes. The quizzical look you gave made him question his own ability for the dramatics. 

"It, uh, got stuck", he offers an embarrassed smile.

Good. Already starting with a lie.

"Yeah," your expression turns into amusement, "it gets jammed all the time". 

The kindness in your voice makes him feel a little better about himself, maybe he wasn't being such a fool in front of you. His heart started to thump inside his chest, blood pumping in his ears like thunder as he walked closer to where you stood, just behind the big counter. With an intense gaze set on your face, he watched as your eyebrows furrow in his direction again. 

"Is there something on my face?" you lift your hand up to your cheek, wiping it off in a hurry.

"No! It's just-," he interrupts himself, suddenly realizing that this script wasn't supposed to go this way. What is he meant to say now? Under your expectant gaze, it's not like he can think of anything intelligible. "It's not that". 

"Oh, okay," breathing out, seeming relieved by the information, you bring your hand down. With a voice that dripped with curiosity, you ask, "Why we-were you staring, then?"

Steve feels so stupid now that he can only blink down at you, his head getting fuzzy by that cute look in your eyes and the way your lips quirked up, stifling a smile. Yeah, he's a goner.

Before he could actually think about what he was saying, he hears the sound of his voice echoing through the empty video rental store, "I don't wanna be a Duckie". 

"What are you talking about?" you laugh out loud, though it's clear that you're not laughing at him. His words took you both by surprise, and he couldn't expect any other reaction. 

"Sorry," Steve apologizes, chuckling along, "I didn't mean to say that. What I wanted to say was… well, by the look on your face I think you already know". 

Again, he just blurted it out without reflecting on it first. But it was justified. 

For the first time, he saw something different in the way you looked up at him. Maybe it was just him being impacted by Max's words, but Steve swears that he has never seen that mellow tenderness gleaming in the color of your eyes before… or at least, he had never noticed it like this. He feels like an even bigger idiot now for not realizing it sooner. 

"Know what?" your question comes as a sign of your unawareness of his new understanding, and it makes a sweet smile grow on his face.

"I like you". 

The three words come out in a far more relaxed way than he had originally imagined his confession to be. Clearly, his realization made a wave of true confidence wash over his body, putting him back in his element of ease. And to say it out loud was a relief like no other.

But when he was met with no answer, just that shocked look on your face, his smile faltered.

"It's alright if you don't feel the same," he reassures, "I just… I didn't want to keep waiting around, wasting more opportunities by never telling you how I feel, because if you feel the same, I really don't want you to get away just like that. And uh- I don't want to be just your friend, but it's fine if you-"

"I like you too", you talk a bit louder than him, interrupting his train of thought, without any remorse. "I, uh- never said anything because I thought you didn't like me back". 

He is still, like a statue in front of you, processing the information. 

And it seems like an eternity before he cups your face, the palms of his hands resting warmly over your cheeks. His long fingers graze against your temples, and just the feeling is enough to ease your hammering heart, but as he leans closer to your face, you can feel your own breath ricocheting against his lips.

Steve stares at you through half-lidded eyes, as if he is waiting for your go-ahead. And it's only when you softly nod up at him that he presses his mouth against yours, letting his lips wrap around your bottom lip in a soft, loving peck. His mind was misty with increasing thoughts of you, your candy-flavored lips, and the smooth texture of your cheeks, along with the feel of the roots of your hair on his fingertips. You were breathing in each other in your kiss, and your breath came faltering against the other cheek. It was truly world-shattering, something you had never felt before in your life. 

As you slowly, and almost reluctantly so, pull apart, Steve feels a small chuckle bubbling up in his throat. Seeing your amused expression, he smiles. 

"We have so much time to make up for". 

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The Masked Singer Season 4 Episode 5: Last but not Least, let's (finally) meet Group C! (Commentary and Guesses)

Hey fellow Masked Singer fans! Welcome or welcome back to Ana’s Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every episode of the Masked Singer. I am so happy to be back after a short break after the World Series (thank God for the Dodgers). If you don’t know how these recaps go, first of all hi, feel free to follow me if you want to see more of these. Anyways, so how these work is that I first talk about who gets eliminated, give my thoughts, and then give my guesses and commentary for the remaining contestants and their performances. I also try to back up my guesses as much as I can by using the clues... even though I guide myself with the voice of the individual contestant. Anyways, having said that, let’s jump into it:

Warning ⚠️: If you haven’t watched the show yet, there are spoilers below, so read at your own risk.. this is your official spoiler alert warning. Don’t say I didn’t warn you...

With this episode, we met our last group of contestants, Group C, which consists of 5 masked characters, Squiggly Monster, Mushroom, Jellyfish, Lips, and Broccoli. Overall, to me, they are the weakest group vocal wise, but they were still fun to watch.

Alright, so let’s talk about the eliminated contestant, who was...

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

Lips 💋

Performance: Alright, so she sang “Native New Yorker,” by Odessy.... and I really try to be as kind and constructive as I can with these recaps especially when critiquing their performances because being rude really doesn’t solve anything and I want you guys to understand why I don’t like a performance if I dislike a performance (so we can start an open dialogue you get me?) ... but I am so sorry, this lady can’t sing like at all. Oh and I knew exactly who she was (haha insert Ken’s voice into that phrase lol) the moment she opened her mouth. The thing is she is talking and she messed up in the middle by laughing/snorting in the performance, it was kind of hilarious not gonna lie... it made me laugh, which I guess is a good thing, but like yeah it’s kind of obvious why she left first, because she (I mean no offense to this.. well maybe I do because I am not a fan of the person under this mask like at all since she ain’t kind and civil like at all) blew it, like it kinda felt like she messed up on purpose or that she is actually horrible at singing, which is ok because she isn’t supposed to be a professional singer and that’s fine. All that to say Lips made me laugh and I appreciate it but I am kind of glad she was the first one to go....

Anyways, she was revealed to be (to no surprise of my own) controversial talk show host...

Wendy Williams

Whoop whoop, I got it right (as did like everyone who knows who she is because her voice is that distinct... oh and also she spoke during the song so it was kind of obvious, but I am still claiming my victory: Gotten 3/5 correct so far and I am proud of that number)! Anyways here are the clues that pointed to her:

Shock= she says very shocking things on her show and is a pretty polarizing figure, you either love her or hate her (I am not fond of her myself but whatever I guess)

“Speak my truth”= she’s known for stating her mind and is unfiltered with her thoughts on things

West Wing= her initials WW

Fire= Hot Takes is a segment on her show and also a reference to her book Wendy’s Got The Heat

Alright, now that we have finished with her, let’s talk about our remaining 4 masked contestants:

1. Squiggly Monster 👾

Performance: I really liked his performance of Have You Ever Seen the Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival. He did super well, like I really liked it, I had low expectations because of the costume (it’s kind of creepy looking ngl) but I was pleasantly surprised. Having said that, the moment I heard him, because of his tone, I knew exactly who it was (again insert Ken’s voice here)...

So, for my guess, I think it is Full House actor/comedian:

Bob Saget

Ok, so besides the voice, lemme give you why I think that clues wise (credit goes to this Screen Rant article for the details idk on my own):

Penguin visual in the package= he directed a parody nature documentary called Farce of the Penguins

Father and a scoundrel= father part due to him actually being a father to 3 girls/his role on Full House as Danny Tanner (a single father of 3 daughters which I think is wow funny) and the scoundrel part referring to his raunchy/dirty comedy

Cookie clues= nod to Michelle from Full House and her love of cookies

“Breaking News” and him on a news show kind of thing= reference to his Full House character Danny Tanner being an anchor for Good Morning San Francisco

He also was on the show as a shrimp cocktail as the friend for the Taco aka Tom Bergeron! So it makes sense for him to come back this season which I am all into

2. Mushroom 🍄

Performance: Ok, so this is like the most confusing, is it a he or is it a she? That’s the biggest question, my money’s on a boy... so my guess is going to be male (I am gonna call Mushroom a he because of that so I apologize if I am misgendering them, I just need to narrow it down somehow and I am gendering them based on who I think it is, and I feel like he is the correct pronoun). Anyways, I love him, he’s my favorite Group C contestant, and his performance of This Woman’s Work was amazing, people said it was not good, but I really enjoyed it because I am a sucker for a good falsetto and this guy was almost all falsetto, I was feeling it. Having said that, maybe I like him so much because I feel like it is someone I adore, like if I meet him, I will faint status...

Having said that, I think it is Broadway star, heartthrob, actor, singer, adorable human...

Jordan Fisher

Omg he is so cute... sorry I am gonna stop being 😍 for him I promise. Anyways, big clue was a video of him singing this exact song (I think it sounds so similar, but you guys can judge for yourselves), here it is: https://youtu.be/3lzRsMl8M8Q

Apart from that, here are some actual clues (with a bit of help from this Screen Rant article) that got my mind thinking it is him:

WAITTT 🤔... before we get into that, what I found interesting is that he tweeted and I quote “Seasonal tweet to let everyone know that ____ on the masked singer is once again not me 💜” and THE MASKED SINGER RETWEETED IT... but also I just checked and this is the first time he’s ever had to clear that up... soooo maybe he’s a liar (bc of an NDA ofc you cannot really spill the beans.... but let’s go with he’s a liar)... a cute liar... but he’s lying.

Ok, now onto the clues:

A lot of Hamilton clues= “a healer and a scholar,” “young, scrappy, and fun-gy,” “shroom where it happens” = he replaced Anthony Ramos as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton in the Broadway musical Hamilton (and also can reference his Broadway roots in general like being on Dear Evan Hansen)

Started at a “rat race” and Men in Black were mice= could be a reference to his start on Disney (Liv and Maddie and Teen Beach Movie)

A shot to turn a hobby into a career= reference to him streaming video games on Twitch

Stars clue with audience= he won Dancing with the Stars back in 2017 and also hosted DWTS Junior

3. Jellyfish 💚

Performance: I really liked her performance of Big Girls Don’t Cry by Fergie even though I felt like she was holding back a bit (I can kind of say the same about Mushroom... but I still enjoyed it). I am really curious to see what she can really do, because I felt her nerves in the performance and like she can do more. This one’s killing me because I feel like I have heard that voice but I can’t put my finger on who it could be

So, with that said, I have no idea who to guess:

But I do know that it isn’t ✨Billie Elish✨

No, but like seriously, that ain’t Billie Elish even tho a lot of people are guessing it, I am not buying it... you’ll see why in a second, here are the clues:

The Little(ish) Jellyfish title on a book

Reigned supreme in an underwater kingdom

Fans, Tiara (“princess”)

Angel Fish

Flower Crown

Missed out on normal girl stuff like parties and making friends

Billie Elish “Bad Guy” lyrics in the background= that’s way too obvious for it to be Billie Elish

4. Broccoli 🥦

Performance: His performance of House is Rockin’/Whole Lotta Shakin Going On by Stevie Ray Vaughan/Jerry Lee Lewis was not what I expected to be honest. I thought it was going to be someone younger or a rapper, but it was an older gentlemen, and he was rockin, not gonna lie. I really liked it, not my favorite though I don’t think he is bad by any means. Anyways, I feel like I know who it is... maybe I am getting this from another person on YT’s guess who I really liked (Shoutout to them idk their user sorry)

So, for my guess for the Broccoli, I think it is legendary singer...

Paul Anka

The reason why is because of the following clues:

Can of Soup= he won a Campell’s Soup competition and that jump started his career

Tik Tok reference= his song Put Your Head on My Shoulder went viral on Tik Tok

Also, the letterman jacket is very 60s which is his era I guess (my mom knows more ab it than I do)

Anyways, that’s it, guys! I hope you enjoyed this recap, I apologize for how long they are, it’s kind of my thing lol! Don’t forget to comment your guesses (do you agree with me? Disagree? I wanna know below... especially Jellyfish guesses bc I have no idea who she can be), like, and follow for more Masked Singer content. I’ll see you all next week for the Group C Playoffs! Bye guys! 👋🏼

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Following Team Orders - Mexico City

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Olivia Williams

Summary: Olivia Williams is Formula One royalty. Her father is a racing legend and all Liv wants is to be one of only six women in the world to have raced in the most elite racing division in the world. When she finally gets the chance, she has to not only take on a male dominated sport, but her past, her teammate and a life beyond the track that she was not ready for. She just has to follow team orders but what happens when one man challenges her on and off the racing line...

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: A-N-G-S-T!!! eventual smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, love triangle (if you squint) misogamy, fluff, racing accidents, an asshole Steve Rogers (you'll see what i mean); parental death

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Wednesday  

I did not sign up for this.  

Why did I sign up for this? 

I’m a racer, not a model.  

Except my boyfriend is a racer who looks like a model.  

God, he’s gorgeous. 

Hmm, wonder if he’ll model his underwear for me? 

Or maybe naked... 

“OLIVIA!” 

Liv snaps her head over to Andy who is standing with hands on hips and a rather grumpy face. “Sorry Andy.”  

“Where are you Bug?” 

Liv sighed in her chair as the prep team touched up her hair and makeup. The last two weeks had been nothing but interviews, press events and photo shoots.  Her win was a big deal in the racing world.  Since she was the only woman in history to win in Formula One.  The governing body and the team wanted to take advantage of that. “I’m here Andy, just tired. I thought I was going to have a day off.”  

“I know Bug, I’m sorry.”  

“How am I supposed to race if I’m not rested?” Andy could hear the whine coming and knew he needed to nip it in the bud. 

“Let’s just finish this and then I will see what I can do for tomorrow. 

Steve walks in just as Andy goes over the schedule.  “Can’t handle the press, princess?” 

Liv narrowed her eyes at him.  “I can handle it, Rogers, but I can’t race if I don’t sleep.”  

“Aww, the new queen of racing a wittle bit swepy?” Steve play mocked.  

“Rogers, that’s enough,” Andy snaps before Liv can launch herself at him for the beating he knew was coming.  “The next few interviews are with both of you so please for the love of God, play nice.”  He turned and walked out as Nat walked in.  

“You’re already in trouble?” She asked Liv.  

“Not yet.  I just have to be nice to Stevie here, so his feelings don’t get hurt.”  

“Hey, my feelings are fine,” he pouted, getting a laugh from his girl and her best friend.  Nat turns to the craft services table for a snack.  

“Hey punk, do you know where my notebook is?” Bucky asked looking through his bag. “Had it in your room...” he looked up and stopped.  

“Bucky, you ok?” Liv asked.  She followed his line of sight to Natasha, who was popping a grape in her mouth.  She smirked and cleared her throat. “Bucky, you have some drool, just right there...” she pointed to the corner of his mouth.  

Bucky wipes his mouth, “shut up.” 

Liv giggles, “hey Nat! I need you!” 

As Natasha walks towards her best friend, she sees the brunette and smiles.  “Hi, I’m Nat.”  

“Buck, James, Bucky,” he shakes his head as he continues to stare.  

Steve sniggers behind him.  “Bucky, you ok?” 

“I’m fine.” He throws a murderous look at Steve before going back to Natasha.  “Sorry.  Hi, Bucky,” he offers his hand.  

“It’s nice to finally meet you.  Liv said only nice things about you.” 

“She mentioned her best friend but failed to mention how beautiful you looked,” he replied with a wink and his trademark smile.  Liv watched as her best friend swooned and she rolled her eyes.  

“Great, best friends meet and everything.  Rogers and I have an interview so…” she pulled Steve away as Bucky and Nat continued to talk.  “That was unexpected.”  

“Do you mind?” Steve asked, concern laced in it.  

“Not at all,” she flashed a smile at her man.  “I got the one I wanted.”  She looked around to see if anyone was around and pushed Steve into a corner before sliding her hands around his neck.  His hands immediately went to her waist. “I got the man I’ve been dreaming about for a while.”  She got on her tip toes to give him a soft kiss.  

“Damn right you did, and I’m never letting go.” 

“We have to tell Bucky.”  

“Why?” 

“Because he can help us.  We have to decide if and when we are going public and stuff.”  

Steve rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Let’s go to dinner tomorrow.  The four of us and they can help us decide. And then maybe,” he pecked her lips, “I can take you to my bed.”  

“Sounds like a plan.” 

Thursday 

“Nat, please?” 

“Why?” 

“Because no one knows, and we have to tell him, and he will need a distraction and what better distraction than my sex walking best friend?” Liv smiled and blinked rapidly at Natasha.  

“I can’t believe you just said that.” Natasha shook her head.  “Fine. Fine, I will go with you guys to dinner and I will distract the sexy driver.”  

“You’re the best!” Liv squealed.  “Ok, so dinner is in three hours. How about a margarita then prep?” 

“Now you are speaking my language.”  

As Steve finished getting ready, Bucky was complaining about how he had to wear a dress shirt to dinner.  “You just had to pick a fancy restaurant.  Couldn’t have just gone to a taqueria and had tacos in the room.”  

“We’re celebrating Liv’s win.  As her teammate and her crew chief, we should be encouraging her to continue.”  

“I understand that’s my job, but I swear the girl would have been happy with tacos and a couple of margaritas.  Maybe a burrito and some churros.”  

“I swear this is why you are single, jerk.”  Steve slipped on his navy sport coat and grabbed his wallet.  “It is a nice surprise for her.”  

“Fine, whatever.  You’re getting me tacos later then,” Bucky grumbled as he followed Steve out the door.  They went to Liv’s room and knocked.  She opened the door and Steve was floored.  She was in a strapless black dress with flowers on the border.  Sky high heels adorned her feet and she had pulled her beautiful long hair to one side, exposing that delectable neck to him.  He swallowed, lost for words.  

“Hey Bug, you clean up good,” Bucky said, not really noticing Steve’s reaction.  “If we hurry, we can hit happy… happy…” he stops and his mouth hangs open. 

Liv smirked as she knew Natasha was behind her in an amazing red dress.  “You remember my friend Nat.” 

Steve elbowed Bucky, bringing him back from his shock and awe and getting an answer.  “Hi Nat.”  

“Bucky, nice to see you again,” she smirked at him.  “So, we headed somewhere?” 

The group headed to a sit-down restaurant a couple of blocks away.  Bucky was entranced with Nat, who was besotted by the attention.  Why Liv never thought to set them up was beyond her but here they were.  

“So Buck, I have something to tell you,” Steve started.  

“Is it that you and Liv are hooking up?” Bucky smirked at his driver and his best friend.  

Liv froze. “How – how did you know?” 

“I didn’t.” Bucky shrugged with a smile as Steve groaned.  “But I knew this idiot would talk to you eventually.  You’ve been too nice to each other.” Liv lower her head towards Steve, covering her face.  “It’s ok, Bug.  I’m happy for you.” 

“You are?” 

“I know that he would do anything for you.  He almost knocked me out because I was dating you.”  Steve groaned but Bucky ignored him. “You two are good for each other.” 

“Thank you, Bucky.” Liv smiled as Steve squeezed her hand under the table.  

“So, this is what this dinner is about?  Telling me you two are sleeping together?” 

“Not just, jerk,” Steve replied, rolling his eyes.  “I’m with her.  We’re in love with each other.  We plan on announcing after the season, but we didn’t want to lie to you.  She’s telling Frank before practice tomorrow.”  

Bucky smiled. “That’s good.  Keep it under wraps.”  

Friday 

Liv was putting on her gloves, chewing her lip as Frank got her helmet ready.  “Frankie, have you ever been in love?” 

“Once, a long time ago.”  Frank absentmindedly fiddled with a screwdriver.  “Didn’t work out with my traveling so much but yeah.  Why do you ask?” 

“Just wondering.  I’m hoping that I can keep that.” 

“Keep it?  Bug, what are you…” He watches as Liv gives him a shy smile.  “Rogers?”  She nodded.  “When?” 

“Singapore.” She shrugged.  “We yelled, he kissed me and,” she sighed, “it was perfect, Frankie.  Just perfect.”  

Frank smiled.  His best friend was finally happy.  

After practice, Steve looked around before knocking on Liv’s trailer.  “Who is it?” 

“Steve Rogers,” he replied with a smile.  

“Never heard of him.”  

He smirked.  “He’s the one who did that thing where his tongue…” the door flew open and he saw his girl, standing in cutoff shorts and crop top, showing off her toned stomach.  She scanned the area before letting him in. “So, you do remember me.” 

“A little,” she said with a bite to her lip.  “I remember all the dirty things you do to me.” She ran her hands of his polo, earning herself a groan from him.  

“Doll, you have to stop touching me like that,” he said softly in her ear as he kissed her neck.  “I may have to take you right here right now.” 

“Don’t tease me with a good time, Rogers.”  

“Then stop doing that.”  He stepped back and held her hands to his chest.  “Andy is taking the team to dinner.  Think you could behave long enough to get through it, and I’ll reward you like the good little girl I know you are.”  

The tone of his voice cause Liv to close her legs slightly, a familiar heat flashing in her abdomen. “O-okay,” she replied with a shaky tone.  She swallowed as she looked at his eyes darken slightly.  

Steve could tell he had gotten to her.  He pulled her close, pinning her arms to his chest as he placed on hand on her hip and the other on the apex of her thighs.  He felt her shudder at his touch.  “Behave, kitten,” as he gently rubbed though her jeans.  “I can tell you are already wet for me.  Think you can keep it going until after dinner?”  She nodded and he chuckled. “Go get dressed, love.  I’ll wait for you outside.”  

Liv thought she would be set on fire as he walked away, her legs wobbling as she walked to get some nicer clothes on.  

Steve Rogers was trying to kill her.  

Saturday 

Liv woke with kisses being pressed her to neck and back as warm hands traced her naked flesh. She sighed as Steve continued his gentle assault on her, kneading her flesh softly, kisses that tickled her neck.  “Stevie,” she sighed 

“My beautiful Livie,” he whispered in between kisses.  He softly turned her onto her back and laid on top of her to continue his affections.  He lowered himself further and further until he just barely touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and heard what he was looking for.  

“Stevie, please…” 

Steve could never deny his girl. He lapped her up gently, relishing at her taste and softness.  They had time; he wanted to take his time.  He slowly slid in two fingers, and she groaned at the feeling. “You ok?” 

“I… I need you. Please don’t make me beg,” she whimpered.  

“No, no begging today.”  He wanted to love on his girl. With a final kiss, Steve nipped and sucked his way up her body. He slotted himself between her legs, dipping his swollen tip in her folds. He looked into her eyes, “keep them open beautiful,” as he pushes slowly in. She gasped and her head tilted up as her body accepted him.  After a moment, Steve rutted into her, enjoying her warmth.  

Liv was lost in the fullness of him in her. He fit perfectly and his thrust was not aggressive at all. He made love to her.  The tightness in her belly began to grow. She whimpered and Steve stopped.  “Sweetheart?” 

“No! Don’t stop!” She moaned.  

He got the message.  He grasped a thigh to hook around his hip to allow him in further.  He was getting close and now he could tell so was she. “C’mon baby.”  

“Stevie,” she moaned.  

“That’s it, my love bug, feel me inside, squeezing me tight.  So gorgeous.” He was almost there but she needed to go first. He snapped his hips harder and hard.  Her needs were more important. “Livie, cum for me.”  

That was it. Liv let out a silent scream as her eyes closed, the colors dancing in the darkness as she lost herself in pleasure.  Steve was absolutely positive that her face as she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing in the world.  She had a vice grip on his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move.  It took him a couple of more snaps and he too was lost to the world.  

As they laid together post session, Liv’s head on Steve’s chest, his hands running through her hair, Steve cleared his throat.  “Doll, I should get to my room.” 

“No, I’m comfy.”  She snuggled deeper into his chest as he chuckled. 

“I know, love bug.  I am too but everyone will be up soon.”  He leaned over to kiss her head.  “If we want to keep it a secret…” 

“I hate this,” she pouted.  

“Me too.  But soon, baby, it will all be out in the open.  Hopefully, you’ll have a ride with another team, and we can be together during the season.” 

Liv sat up and looked at Steve.  “You want us to be racing rivals?” 

“My favorite part of the weekend is racing against you. It makes me so horny watching you handle that car.” He smiled a lopsided smile as she blushed a delicate pink.  “C’mere, pretty girl,” he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. “It’s you and me against the world.”  

“You and me,” she whispered back. She squealed as he flipped her over and kissed her one more time, distracting her enough so he could get up.  He put his boxers and sweats back on, looking around for his t-shirt. 

“Looking for this?” He turned around and saw his shirt on Liv’s body. He’s mouth dropped as she walked towards him, a sway in her hips. 

“Fuck Livie, I love you in my clothes. But I need this back.” He grasped the hem and pulled it off. 

She pouted at him in all of her naked glory. He grabbed the robe and pulled it around her. “I want your shirt.” 

“I’ll leave one for you next time. I gotta go.”  He slipped on his shoes and went for the door.  “See you later, love bug.”  

“Wait!”  She grabbed him by the shirt and gave him a heated kiss.  “Until tonight,” she whispered. 

Steve walked away, a big smile on his face.  His girl was fantastic. 

Sunday 

Pulling into the 3rd place spot, Liv smiled, looking over at Steve who won the race.  Ransom had managed second, which sucked but Liv had needed just a couple of more laps to beat him.  And next race is another race.  

As she shook out her hair from the fire resistive cap, Steve came over and picked her up and swung her around.  “Great job Liv!” 

“Thank you, Steve! Nice win!”  He set her down and then went to his pit crew to celebrate.  Liv headed over to her crew and saw Bucky with a big smile.  “So boss, whatcha think?” 

“I think for a girl, meh, you were ok,” he said with a smirk.  He reached over and gave her a big hug.  “Good job proving all the doubters wrong,” he whispered to her. She smiled as Andy came over to congratulate her.  

The podium ceremony was ok, Ransom was acting odd for Ransom but Liv let it slide.  She was ready to head to her hotel after the press conference and have a relaxing night with Steve.  She showered and changed into her Red Bull polo, doing her hair so she could wear her hat and headed out into the press area.  She was smiling and waving to the crowd when Andy stopped her. “Liv, I need to talk to you.”  He pulled her away from the press area and back towards the Red Bull garage.  

Steve, Bucky, Frank, and Sam were waiting for them in the garage. Liv looked around.  “What’s going on?” 

“Since when have you and Rogers been together?” 

Steve’s head snapped up as Liv’s face blanched.  “What do you mean?” 

“I mean this,” Andy slapped a photo down on the work bench.  It was of Steve and Liv from the morning before as Steve was leaving her room.  Steve swallowed as he watched for Liv’s reaction.  

“Where did you get this?” Steve asked.  

“The press has it.  And they are having a field day.  So, I’ll ask again, how long?” 

Liv was frozen starting at the photo.  Steve cleared his throat.  “Since Singapore.”  

Andy started to pace, running his hands through his hair.  “Singapore.  Perfect.  I gave you one direction Rogers and that was to stay away from her.  This,” he picks up the photo, “this is the reason why. The FIA is gonna want to investigate to make sure you two aren’t cheating. They are going to investigate the team to see if you are giving orders to your girlfriend to win this championship. Un-fucking-believable.”  

Steve watched as a single tear fell from Liv’s eye.  He had enough, He pulled her to his chest so she could cry. “Andy, we love each other.  We didn’t do any of that, we promise.  She won on her own.”  

Andy looked at Livie, watching her as she hid herself away.  “Liv, is it true?” 

Red rimmed eyes looked back at him.  “I love him, Andy.” 

Andy stared at her.  “Then I’m gonna do my best to protect you both.”  

As they headed out of the garage, they are swarmed by the press. Liv and Steve make it to the car that was waiting for them.  Steve held his girl, unsure of what to do next. 

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Today, Live! From the streets of Bleecker to the Club of China, I was blessed to watch up close the genius that is Carmine Rojas. There were also arenas, most memorably, The Serious Moonlight and Glass Spider Bowie Tours at the Garden. I can conjure so many memories from all of the above and reconnecting with Carlos on the Facebook, being blessed to be his guest, beholding him Live again with The Bowie Celebration, and coming thisclose to sitting down with him in the reals a few years ago Some time in the making... to this. Oh hell yeah. The man who put the groove in so damn much of the grooviest music of our time and in no small part inspired me to pick up a Rick... and then wisely, swiftly, put it back down.

Carmine's credits are too sick to skim. Check it!

1972-73 Labelle (Patti LaBelle, Nona Hendryx, Sarah Dash).

1975-76 labelle

1977 -78 Nona Hendryx

1978-79 Baby Grand

1980-82 Nektar

1982-Sam Moore (Sam and Dave) keyboards

(no Bass)

David Bowie from 1983–1987, recording bass on several multi-platinum hits such as "Let’s Dance", "China Girl", "Modern Love" , "Blue Jean" "Day in Day out".

With John Waite 1984-1985

Recorded and tour with Julian Lennon as a Musical Director and bassist from 1985–1986

Recorded and toured with Rod Stewart as a musical director and Bassist from 1988 through 2003. One of the multiple albums recorded during that time includes the MTV multi-platinum live CD and DVD, Unplugged...and Seated. He also co-wrote songs on the albums Vagabond Heart and A Spanner in the Works.

Recorded and toured with Joe Bonamassa 2006-2015 Bassist.

A Bowie Celebration 2017-

Key alumni musicians of David Bowie's bands from across the decades, anchored by his longest-standing member Mike Garson along with a revolving selection of additional amazing Bowie band alumni including Adrian Belew, Gerry Leonard, Kevin Armstrong, Earl Slick, Alan Childs, Gail ann Dorsey, Mark Plati. The David Bowie Alumni Tour featuring an unforgettable and critically acclaimed evening of Bowie songs with world-class vocalists and an ever-rotating mix of hits and deep cuts.

Carmine also recorded, toured or played alongside... Tina Turner, Keith Richards, Stevie Wonder, Ron Wood, Stevie Ray Vaughan, BB King, Mick Jagger, Eric Clapton, Eric Johnson, Peter Frampton, Ryan McGarvey, Al Green, Carly Simon, Ian Anderson, Paul Rogers, Steve Winwood, Billy Joel, Herbie Hancock, Lee Ritenour, John Hiatt, Carole King, Beth Hart, Nancy Wilson, Liv Warfield, Bobby Womack, Sam Moore, Billy Squire, Olivia Newton-John, Michael Hutchence, Bernard Fowler, Stevie Salas, Blondie Chaplin, Billy Gibbons, Warren Haynes, Kenny Loggins, Larkin Poe, Tedeschi and trucks, Mike love, Ian Hunter, Leslie West, Joe Lynn Turner, Carlos Santana, Todd Rundgren, Patti LaBelle, Nona Hendryx, Macy Gray, Michael Bolton, Ivan Neville, Allen Toussaint, Phil Ramone, Kevin Shirley, Trevor Horn, Charlie Sexton, Jewel, Brandy, Dave Mason, Mike Patton, Glenn Hughes, Nektar, Tetsuya Komuro, Hitomi, Ziroq, Modern Primitives, Simranking, Sass Jordan and many others.

We'll be talking about every one of them. Not. But we will be hitting on a lot of 'em. And, Charlie. t

Thrilled! Can't wait!

Carmine Rojas Live on Game Changers with Vicki Abelson

Wed, 8/25/21, 5 pm PT, 8 pm ET

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The Parent-Teacher Conference

An excerpt from the just finished novel Nothing Straight by John Grantner

Wednesday, January 3, 1979

Mr. and Mrs. Wallace were driving to their kids’ grade school for a full evening of parent Teacher Conferences, wherein the educators tell parents how their children have either screwed up beyond measure or excelled in the past semester. At St. Nicholas School, for the Wallace’s, there never seemed to be a middle ground.

“Steven’s gonna give us grief again, I know that.” he said.

“Yes. he always does.”

“What’s with that boy, anyway? Why can’t he be like Frank Jr.? Or, Christ, even if he were like Kevin… Gawd, there’s a prize, right?… That would be an improvement.”

Olivia didn’t like to hear the conversation turn in this direction. This inevitable direction. Not that she didn’t accept the truth of it, agree with it, but she knew she was wrong to do so. There shouldn’t be favorite and less-than-favorite children. But there are. She hated living with that as she was growing up one of nine children, yet here she was as a parent using that same qualitative measuring scale. She was always aware of the hypocrisy, and it shamed her, so she always did what she could, when she could, to to correct the unfairness, to adjust the tack of the familial ship toward impartiality—that is, in the rare quiet moments when she wasn’t too harried to think. And thus she inevitably spent some time, however small, on occasion, in Steve’s corner.

“Stevie’s smart, in his special Stevie way” she said.

“Lotta good that will do ‘im.” he said.

After meeting the teachers of their other children, they finally entered Mrs. Pierson’s classroom to get the expected dressing down for having burdened Mrs. Piersson, St. Nicholas School, not to mention the Diocesan School System, with Steve. There was no friendly greeting for them, no perfunctory wide smile. Mrs. Pierson simply stared at them intensely, with eyes that drilled into them, as they walked in. She had a homely, thick appearance, and a decidedly humorless demeanor. Her face was pudgy and pock marked. Her cheeks were rounded and puffed out beyond a receding chin, and she had a thick snub nose, like a new potato. Beneath all of that was a massive pendulous second chin. She looked like a stalwart farmer on a 1930s Soviet propaganda poster.

After what seemed like an unusually long walk from the classroom door to the folding chairs in front of Mrs. Pierson’s desk, they sat and looked at her, both smiling brightly.

Mrs. Pierson continued to stare. After a moment, Frank spoke.

“So…?”

With no introductory small talk, no pleasant diplomatic niceties, in a measured tone that sounded like restrained rage, Mrs Pierson spoke.

“Your son is a problem.”

“For sure, he’s a handful…” Frank began.

“Please don’t interrupt me. Let me finish. He comes into school late, every day. In the morning, and when he returns from lunch recess. Every morning and noon… Late… Without exception.”

“He leaves on time every morning, I know that” Olivia said. Mrs.Pierson ignored her and continued.

“But I guess that doesn’t really matter so much because when he is here, he spends most of his time staring out the window, or sometimes just straight ahead… at God knows what?… something a thousand miles away. I’ve never seen a child who is so here in body only but not mind, every… blessed… day… day in, day out… Never. Not like this. And when he does occasionally snap out of it, it is only to make trouble. Disrupt… Goof off. He has a need to perform for the other students. Get their approval. He’s a major disruption. A bad influence for the other children.”

Mrs.Pierson opened a drawer of her desk and pulled out a stack of papers. She held them poised for a moment for effect, above the desk, then opened her pudgy fingers. As they dropped she  said, “And when he doses bother to pick up a pencil, this”, as if “this” were something too repugnant to mention in polite company, “is what he does.”

The stack of papers splayed slightly. They were preprinted form test papers, worksheets, pop quizzes, classroom assignments. In the spaces where Steve was supposed to regurgitate all that he had learned, there were some tentative scribbles; vague phrases, with words transposed, words with letters transposed or backwards; some numbers arranged to resemble equations; many blank spaces. Along the margins—sometimes spilling into the text, like an illuminated Medieval prayer book—were his drawings. Some painstaking, complex, intricate but subtle. Others quick, off the cuff. Mostly the stuff that pre-adolescent boys usually draw: tanks and planes and race cars and imaginative speculation about the opposite sex’s anatomy.

On the top test paper, prominently placed between the answer spaces left blank, was a single drawing: a portrait of Mrs. Pierson. It was quick and loose. Something he dashed off in less than a minute. Spare but economical. Sure. Confident. Even elegant. In no more than half a dozen slashing pencil strokes—like strokes of Asian ideographic calligraphy—he captured the essence of Mrs. Pierson. A simple uncanny likeness, somewhere between caricature and naturalism. And it wasn’t complimentary.

Olivia quickly raised her hand to her mouth to hide her grin of a stifled laugh; but laughter was in her eyes and she couldn’t cover that. Frank lowered his head suddenly, as if the cap he held in his lap needed to be examined at that moment. He gritted his teeth, and with all of the strength he could muster tightened every muscle in his face, so as not to betray a laugh. But then the spasms couldn’t be controlled, and he snorted rhythmically through his nose several times.

Mrs. Pierson’s eyes narrowed as she continued stonily. "It’s clear why Steven would have such a bad attitude. Now try to understand this, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace.” She said slowly, meticulously enunciating, as if they were dim witted and had not been understanding anything she had been saying. "Steven will come to a bad end. He will never get into a decent Catholic High School, and forget about any college at all. You have to think about that now. Start to think now about training him, so he’s not a burden on society. He could support himself, let’s say, by bagging groceries… yard work… shining shoes.…”

“Christ! He’s in the third grade! A little early to be mapping the remainder of the boy’s entire life, don’t ya think?” Frank interjected. “Give ‘im a bit of a chance to catch up.”

“Trust me. I’m a professional. I know these things. You may think his shenanigans are cute, a passing phase, harmless… but they’re a serious warning sign…” Her upper left lip curled slightly, briefly. “He will never fit in. Never. He’ll make trouble all his life. …And his grades! My God! They’re as low as it gets. It’s like he’s not aware that he is ever being judged.” She began to gather the papers as she spoke. “Here’s what it boils down to: If he continues this way, then I can’t pass him on to the fourth grade.” She paused, glared at them and hissed. “And you can be sure, I don’t want to see him again next year.”

Frank: “So then…”

Mrs. Pierson: “So then get Steven to settle down and pay attention, to at least not be a nuisance and disruption. If you do that, I promise I will bend every standard I have to push him on to Remedial Grade Four.”

She opened the desk drawer and quickly dropped the papers, with an expression of abject disgust on her face, as if she were handling a moist turd. She slammed the drawer shut and said, “Thank you for your time and attention Mr. and Mrs. Wallace. Good evening.”

Frank and Olivia exchanged quick glances, then simultaneously turned and nodded slightly to Mrs. Pierson. They rose and left as quickly as they could, just short of breaking into a run.

Beginning the drive home, they both quietly, solemnly stared out of the window for several minutes. Suddenly, without breaking her stare out the window, Olivia burst into a childish giggle. She turned toward grim-faced Frank and grabbed his inner thigh. “Oh c’mon, cher! Gotta admit boy’s got talent! Who d’you know can draw like that?”

Frank began to smile, but then caught himself and frowned. “This is serious, Liv. So he can make nice pictures… So what? That’s all he’s able to do. Who’s gonna pay him to do that?”

# # #

[uncloseted]

what music do you think all of the characters would listen to

Taken from their e4 profiles:

Generation 1

Tony: Matmos, Talking Heads, DAT Politics, DJ Yoda, Idlewild.

Michelle: Peaches /Eminem /Stevie Nicks - gotta have a bit of Fleetwood Mac!

Cassie: I like David Bowie – space odditty, wow. The Cure. Bright Eyes, Death Cab for Cutie, Emmy The Great, Joanna Newsom (she sounds like an elf, she plays the harp. She’s the closest to magical a human can be). Hot Chip (for dancing dancing dancing!)

Chris: 1970s emo. Early 1980s costume pop. Anything with polyester in the title. And the Ataris.

Anwar: Lupe Fiasco, Lethal Bizzle, Spice Girls (Don’t hate! They’re classic!).

Maxxie: Arcade Fire, The Knife, Stevie Wonder

Generation 2

Effy:  No.

Pandora: [when asked her “favorite bands”]: Hair bands because I always wear my hair in bunchies, it’s totally my signature look. Although I do love making rubber band balls! [I sort of imagine that Pandora hadn’t been exposed to a lot of music before meeting the gang.  Her mum doesn’t seem like the type that listens to music at all]

Thomas: I love music, fast, slow, good and even crap music as even if the music is as good as Cow poo-poo, I appreciate the intent and effort behind it.

Cook: Toots and the Maytails, Trojan Reggae

Freddie: Rage Against The Machine, Battles, DJ Shadow, The Beach Boys and Roots Manuva.

Katie: Britney (before her breakdown), Amy (after her breakdown). I love any music that I can dance and sing along to.

Emily: I find it weird that I can remember every single word to every single Spice Girl’s song yet I can’t remember anything about my GSCE English text and I took that exam about 3 months ago. Not that I’m implying I’m a Spice Girl fan. Because I’m not. Katie used to force me to learn the dances with her and then we’d put on stupid shows. It wasn’t fun. [side note: Emily has several musical posters in her room, including Blondie, Plain White Tees, Bloc Party, so I think that might be her actual taste in music in addition to her love for the Spice Girls].

JJ: I should probably say Glasvegas as research suggests that 32% of people aged between 16 and 22 have put them on their myspace, but I haven’t heard them, then again, better to surf the zeitgeist, so Glasvegas (whoever they are) [I think JJ actually likes classical music]

Naomi: Blondie, Sleater Kinney, Le Tigre, Chromatics.

Generation 3

[note: Generation 3 also had accompanying Spotify playlists]

Franky: Arcade Fire, Burial, Crystal Castles, Nirvana.

Alo:  Blitzen Trapper, Wolf Parade, Dog is Dead, Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero’s, Fruit Bats AND Filthy filthy filthy filthy filth. Borgore, Excision, DatSikk, Funtcase, 16 Bit. Choons dirtier than a council flat on dole day.

Rich: Slayer, Napalm Death, Black Sabbath, Raging Speedhorn, Noism, Atari Teenage Riot, Venetian Snares, Behold The Arctopus, Godflesh, Cathedral, Sleep, Sepultura, Pantera, Soul Fly, Slipknot (2nd album only, obviously), PPK, Anal Cunt, Pig Destroyer, Jesu, Sunn 0))), James Plotkin, Earth, Brain Donor, Chrome Hoof, Hair Police, Mayhem, Wolves In The Throne Room, Burzum, Wolf Eyes, Ec8or.

Mini: I’m well into Dubstep at the moment. It’s fit. And I love Katy Perry!

Grace: Anything that moves me. [and she’s not lying- she’s equally moved by Beethoven’s Fur Elise and Napalm Death]

Matty: Everything Edgar Allen Poe would have listened to if the synthesizer was created before 1964.

Nick: I like all sorts, don’t like to narrow my horizons.For training: anything pumping and inspirational.On a night out: Something smooth but funky. R'n'B.On my own: Something with something to say. Mumford and Sons.

Liv: Dubstep, Hard DnB, Die Antwoord for mellow times.