#miss Lewinsky

[house-of-slayterr]

Who was gonna tell me that Government Hooker was about Miss Lewinsky??? 👀

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looking forward to james somerton's response video. he panics and says "I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky."

[harringtonstilinski]

Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 2,060 Warnings: fluff, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! 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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As always, I went to Steve’s house for the night after dropping Dustin off back home. I had changed into my pajamas when I got to his house. 

Standing at the bathroom sink now, I was brushing my teeth when I watched Steve come into view, wrapping his arms around my middle before resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Yes?” I mumbled, mouth full of toothpaste. 

“Can’t I just watch my beautiful girlfriend brush her teeth?” he asked.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, continuing my brushing. Once I felt my teeth were cleaned enough, I leaned forward to spit the foam from my mouth before rinsing, Steve brushing his when I moved out of the way. 

When he was through, we walked back to his room, where we crawled into bed. I sighed, placing my head on his chest. “I’m so tired.” I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Steve?”

His eyes were closed, mouth slightly ajar, light snores coming from him. I smiled a little to myself, placing my head back down on his chest, closing my own eyes and falling fast asleep.

~~~

I didn’t need to rush to get dressed and back to the house since Steve followed me and Dustin back home last night, where I dropped off our mom’s car before getting into Steve’s. I went with Steve to the mall so that he could open the store, Robin coming in a few minutes later.

Dustin also came back to Scoops. I guess he biked his way here. What confused me about seeing Dustin was the fact that he had his binoculars with him. I mean… what? He’d asked me to come with him and Steve on a stakeout, looking for a Russian dude.

“This is stupid,” I said, squatting behind a plant by the Chinese place in the food court. Looking back at it for a moment before turning my sights back to Steve and Dustin, I whined, “This is making me hungry!”

Ignoring me, Dustin asked Steve, “You see anything?”

“Uh, I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for,” Steve said, looking around through the binoculars.

“Evil Russians,” Dustin said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, exactly, I don’t know what an evil Russian looks like.”

“Tall, blond, not smiling.”

“Mhmmm,” I said, sitting on my knees between them. “Look for earpieces, too.”

“Camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing,” Dustin added.

“Right, okay, duffel bags,” Steve noted, still looking through those damn binoculars for a moment before he whispered, “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Baby, look at this.”

He handed me the binoculars, the neck strap still around his neck as I put them to my face and said, “Oh, my gosh.”

“What?” Dustin asked.

“Anna Jacobi’s talking to that freaking meathead Mark Lewinsky,” I said. 

“Liv, if you’re not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars.”

“Whatever fucking happened to damn standards?”

“Lewinsky never even came off the bench,” Steve added.  

“You two are the worst spies in history, ya’know that?” Dustin said.

I was watching Lewinsky miming a shot for a basket when the binoculars were pulled from my hands, Steve saying, “Stop. Hey, stop.”

“Besides, I don’t even get why you’re looking for girls,” Dustin said. “You’ve got one right beside you.”

“Thanks, Dustin,” I deadpanned.

“Your sister just so happens to be in the ballpark of where my type is,” Steve said.

“Oh, you mean, funny, anti-social, clumsy, bit of a bitch at times–”

“You’re not–”

“Awww, thanks,” I said, sarcastically.

Gesturing towards me, Steve said, “Sarcastic.”

“Will you two get a room?” Dustin asked. “But, now that you’re both out of high school, which means you’re both technically adults, don’t you think it’s time you both moved on from the primitive construct such as popularity?”

“Oh, primitive constructs?” Steve said. “That some stupid shit you learned at Camp… Know… Nothing?”

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin said. “And, no, it’s shit I learned from life.”

“You telling Steve to stop caring about his popularity is like telling me to quit graphic tees and Converses,” I said. “It just won’t happen. You can’t fix something that isn’t broken.”

“Yeah, uh-huh. Liv, instead of dating somebody you think is gonna make you cooler, why not date someone you actually like being around?”

I opened my mouth in shock. “You little asshole! I do like being around Steve!”

“I was using that as an example.”

“Oh.”

“Like me and Suzie.”

“Oh, Suzie,” Steve and I said. “You mean, hotter than Phoebe Cates.”

“Yeah, that Suzie,” Steve continued. “And, uh, let’s think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that’s how this works, Henderson.”

I looked at him like please, continue.

“I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, pea-brain.”

“Watch it, Harrington,” I said. “No one calls him names except for me.”

~~~

Dustin was still trying to find his evil Russian, so I decided to treat myself to the Chinese food behind us. I had just walked back to him and Steve when he said, “Target acquired.”

“Where?” Steve asked, taking the takeout box from my hand.

“Hey!” I exclaimed as he took a bite of my chow mein.

“Ten o’clock, Sam Goody’s,” Dustin said.

“Give me that,” Steve said, taking Dustin’s binoculars. “Shit. Duffel bag.”

I looked around, seeing the person they acquired. Snickering, I said, “Oh, no.”

They looked at each other, both saying, “Evil Russian,” before they both stood up, Steve grabbing my elbow gently to guide me along.

We climbed the escalators, people dodging us as I said, “Excuse us. Sorry.” When we made it to the landing, Steve tried booking it to stay as close as possible to this dude, dodging in between crowds of people.

“Babe, slow down,” I said, taking a small bite of food.

“We’re losing him,” Steve said.

“You’re getting too close,” Dustin said.

Since I had looked down at my noodles to take another bite, I felt myself being moved out of the way, a “Watch it, dickwad,” following.

The guy went to turn around as Steve turned me in front of a plant, kissing me as he did so. It was just a simple kiss, but I wanted it to last longer than what it did. He turned his head away from me as he said, “We’ll finish that later,” before grabbing my hand to pull me along behind him and Dustin.

We hid behind a mall map, a smile on my face as I was finally able to get to eat some of my food. I stood next to them, watching the dude walk into the Jazzercise store, a small grin on my face as he did so.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” the guy said, unzipping his duffle bag, revealing a boom box. “I just have one question for you.” He took off his sunglasses before dragging the big box out of the bag, asking, “Who… is ready to sweat?”, the women in the store cheering.

“That’s right! Okay, let’s start it nice and easy,” the guy added, taking off his black windbreaker jacket.

I looked over at the boys, trying not to laugh as they looked at the ladies doing Jazzercise; Steve gawking, and Dustin looking horrified.

My little brother looked at me, asking, “You find this amusing?”

“Heck yes! You two were tailing a Jazzercise instructor,” I chuckled.

“Wait, you knew?” 

I nodded, chewing my bite of food. “I took a few classes when the mall first opened.”

Steve turned his head towards my direction, my eyes shifting up to meet his. “And you didn’t tell me?”

I shrugged. “You were working.” I took my last bite of food as I turned back in the direction we came, heading back to Scoops, the two of them having a conversation as we walked back. 

Once we actually made it back, Steve said, “Yo, Robin, you’re not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian.”

“You did, too,” Dustin said.

“No, I did not.”

Robin ran in between me and Dustin, an “excuse me, Liv,” coming from her as she did.

Curious, I ran after her, wanting to know if everything was okay. When I saw her in the middle of the food court, I said, “Robin, you okay?”

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“I cracked it,” she said.

“Cracked what?” 

She hoped down from her stand on the ledge. “I cracked the code.”

I was so freaking happy, I squealed and gave her a hug, pulling away as I laughed. “I can’t believe you did it!”

~~~

I looked over at Steve, raincoat on my back with the hood on my head. “I’m going to murder you.”

“Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes,” Robin said over the rain.

I watched Steve push his hair back some out of his face, wet in all its glory. “You look good wet,” I whispered.

Have I ever been turned on by Steve? Yes. Have I or we done anything about it? Partially. Seeing Steve wet from the rain was doing things to me that I didn’t want to act upon with Dustin sitting next to him.

“They’re with that whistling guy, ten o’clock,” Dustin said. He was looking through his binoculars.

Turning my head to look away from my handsomely good-looking boyfriend, I saw a couple boxes with a panda on it. The same panda that was on my takeout box from earlier.

“What do you think’s in there?” Steve asked.

“Guns, bombs,” Dustin and I said.

“Chemical weapons?” Robin added.

“Whatever it is, they’re armed to the teeth,” Dustin said.

I winced and moved closer to Steve as a loud thunderclap sounded above us, watching as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers before putting his arm around me as he said, “Great. That’s great.”

Two doors opened, a shit ton more boxes being shown.

“Hey,” Robin said. “What’s in there?”

“It’s just more boxes,” Dustin said.

I felt Steve move as he said, “Let me check it out.”

“No, I’m still looking.”

I guess they were fighting over the binoculars as Steve said, “Lemme see it,” before he stood slightly, Dustin saying, “Hang on!” before a very loud thud sounded.

Not wanting to get caught, I quickly turned around, pressing my back to the top of the building, the back of my head against the ledge we were just leaning on.

Both of my hands were being held; my left by Steve, and my right by Robin.

“We need to get off this roof before we die,” I said, turning my head back and forth to Steve and Robin.

We quietly went to the roof access door, surprisingly opening it quietly before heading down the steps, somehow dodging the Russian.

Walking down the hallway, Robin said, “Well, I think we found your Russians.”

~~~

When Steve and I got back to his house, we took a shower… together. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, more… intimate and romantic, I guess would be the words. We took turns washing each other’s hair before I washed his chest and back, letting him wash his own legs. I turned around so that he could wash my back before he let me wash my own legs.

When we were both done, we dried off and got dressed before we started brushing our teeth. Grabbing my brush, I went to start brushing my hair, but Steve stopped me, grabbing the brush from my hand and doing it for me.

“Wow, Harrington,” I mused. “This is a different side of you I’ve never seen before.”

“What?” he asked.

“All… domestic and shit.” I smiled. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“A side for only you to see.” He kissed my shoulder, continuing the strokes on my hair.

We stayed up for a little while longer to let my hair fully dry. I was reading a book when I noticed Steve looking at me from the corner of my eye. Turning to look at him, I asked, “What?”

Putting his own book down, he looked at me after removing his glasses and said in the softest voice, “Read to me.”

I smiled as I turned my back to him a little, relaxing on his side, his arm around me. As I started reading, I couldn’t help but feel that four letter word even more.

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[sgiandubh]

Más se perdió en Cuba 

Whenever a stupid, annoying and predictable thing happens (the three criteria must simultaneously be met), somebody fundamental to me does an eloquent, unique eyeroll and lashes out with gusto: más se perdió en Cuba. The precise English translation of it being "worse things happen at sea".

Mordor's horrified reaction at the sight of S sporting recently a nice cigarillo, while holding the Belgian flag, is hilarious. Until it isn't. This is at best gullible, at worst parochial - you pick your side - and it goes to show how easily people spit on something completely foreign to their world, without checking for context or meaning.

Presenting yourself as a cigar aficionado is a deliberate marketing choice. It enhances the image of a grown-up, sophisticated man-about-town, flaunting Old World charm and an access to gentlemen's clubs worldwide. Most of which feature humidor rooms, where profitable networking and business conversations happen. In 2023, this hobby is akin to what fox hunting was to the Victorians: an occasion to meet and greet, stay relevant and keep up your social standing. It is also what remains of that Bond dream, shaken and stirred and long lost: but let's not scratch a wound that didn't properly heal, yet.

Lo and behold, the Naysayer Brigade quickly gathered speed, on Twitter and Tumblr: oh dear God, Mary, the Apostles and all their spoons, this is pure insanity, he is doing it again, how could that be, the Viking God is smoking like a mere mortal, good grief did you think of the ozone layer, what a stupid peasant, how dares he encourage such a VICIOUS THING?

In an effort to calm the menagerie, Miss Marple herself gave us her usual smug two cents, writing confidently something like "my favorite would be he does not inhale". This is where I parked my drone and laughed and laughed and laughed like a drain.

YOU NEVER INHALE A CIGAR, MEVROUW. EVER.

But you can do plenty of other fun things with it (don't be dirty, don't think Lewinsky). You can plunge the uncut tip in brandy, let it dry, savor the new complex aroma, cut and go for it.

I know I do. Not everyday, but from time to time. And it's glorious.

[dsaf-confessions]

Master list of current anons!

(Please know that these aren't all the anons that have been found, please let us know if we are missing an anon!!)

Rogersport anon

Harrysport anon

Pink anon

Wattpad anon

Puppet's mask anon

Walt's suit anon

Dave's toenail anon

Little creature anon

Pencil Sharpener anon

Roger's rotary phone anon

Dave's dress anon

Hands lover anon

Jack's badge anon

Hooker foxy anon

Blackjack anon

The real Fredbear anon

Jacktrap anon

Nuke 🥝 anon (formerly just 🥝 anon)

Booper anon

Peter's retconned son anon

Confused anon

Rogerzport anon

Eepynon

The RAT anon

Davesport anon

Davetrap anon

Dave Miller anon

Flipside Dave anon

Steven Stevenson anon

Peter Kennedy anon

Caroline anon

Dee Kennedy Anon

Jake's receiver anon

Stanley anon

Walt anon (Now currently Disco Mod)

Oscar Lewinsky anon (the first anon, btw!)

Dee's scarf anon

Harry Fitzgerald anon

Matt Virginia anon

Giant scuttler anon

Steven's boyfriend anon

Emo anon

Ant anon

Childer anon

Harry's tie anon

Abel Brannigan anon

Jakesp0rt anon

Jack's singular tattoo anon

Jimbo anon

[aristrocrat]

Upside Down Feelings III

Chapter 3: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

summary: Dustin, being his usual nosy self, decides to encourage one oblivious idiot to pursue the other. Y/N cracks the code and the Scoops Troop spy on the Russians in the rain.

word count: idk but it’s short

“See anything?” Dustin looked up at Steve briefly before looking back at the food court in front of him.

“Uh, I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for,” His older friend responded. “What time did you say your sister was coming?”

“Evil Russians, Steve! Focus on the evil Russians!”

“I am! I just don’t know what an evil Russian looks like!” He grumbled. “Excuse me for making small talk.”

“Small talk my ass,” Dustin muttered under his breath.

“What?” Steve asked obliviously, not hearing the muffled speach.

“Uh.. I was talking about the Russians. Tall, blond, not smiling,” The boy rolled his eyes. “Also look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing.”

“Right, okay, duffel bags,” Steve nodded before his face dropped. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” He whispered.

“What?” Dustin gasped.

“Anna Jacobi’s talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky!”

“If you’re not gonna focus, just give me the binoculars.”

“Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?” Steve continued to whine. “I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench!”

“Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?” Dustin grabbed at the binoculars, yanking them away from the older boy’s face, earning another round of whining. “Besides, I don’t get why you’re looking at girls. You have the perfect one right in front of you.”

“Seriously, if you say your sister again-“

“My sister.”

“No, don’t- No!”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-“

“Stop! No, no, no-“

“Y/N, Y/N-“

“No!”

“My sister, you idiot!”

“No, man, she’s.. She’s not my type,” Steve argued weakly. At this point, he didn’t know who he was trying to convince. “She’s not even.. in the ballpark of what my type is, alright?”

“What’s your type again?” Dustin took a moment to look away from the binoculars. “Not awesome?”

“Thank you,” Steve rolled his eyes, earning a sarcastic smile. “Besides, dude, Y/N’s still in school. And she’s a know-it-all. She gets under my skin in ways that no one else can. And she’s argumentative. I don’t like that she’s so eager to argue. She’s never willing to see anyone else’s side on anything-“

“Not true.“

“And she dated the school’s biggest freak-slash-druggie. That’s a bad look,” Steve continued, earning your brother’s annoyed glare. “And she’s first in her class?! No. That’s, like.. so nerdy.”

“First of all, that freak-slash-druggie is actually a really good guy who happens to be the best DnD dungeon master I’ve ever come across,” Dustin scoffed, earning an eye roll and a hum of disapproval. “Second of all, now that you’re out of high school, which means you’re technically an adult, don’t you think it’s time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?”

“Oh, primitive constructs? That some stupid shit you learned at Camp Know-It-All? Or is that just something you got from your sister?” Steve scoffed.

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin corrected. “And no, it’s shit I learned from life.”

It was now Steve’s turn to smile sarcastically.

“Instead of dating somebody you think’s gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around?”

“As a matter of fact, I’ve already tried that, alright? It wasn’t worth the heartbreak-“

“God, I mean you sound just like her!” Dustin’s eyes widened at the remembrance of those exact words falling from your own mouth. “Just because Nancy broke your heart doesn’t mean my sister will, too-“

“Your sister was the one who broke it in the first place, dumb ass,” Steve grabbed the binoculars back, looking at the entrance as you walked in from your lunch break.

Dustin blinked, feeling the wave of realization wash over him.

All those times Steve told him about his first kiss- first heartbreak. Dustin never considered the fact that it might’ve been you. It all made sense now. He’d always wondered why it was Steve that stood by your side during your stepfather’s funeral. Why is was Steve who spent most that summer riding his bike to your house to pick you up. Dustin never knew why you stopped speaking to him after being so close.

“So that story you told me that day on the train tracks..” The boy muttered. Steve only nodded. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve drew in a deep breath. “Oh.”

“Well, you’ve both changed. You both obviously have a thing for each other. Why not give it a shot?” Dustin shrugged, earning Steve’s full attention. “It could be for the best! Like me and Suzie-“

“Hold on, what?” Steve blinked in disbelief. He wasn’t sure if he heart that correctly. “Say that again.”

“Like me and Suzie-

“No, not that part, peabrain! The first part.”

“.. You’re both into each other?”

“..She’s into me?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Y/N’s got a thing for me?”

“Duh,” Dustin grabbed for the binoculars again, only to be met by nothing but air as Steve pulled them out of reach. “Hey!”

“How do you know? Has she told you?”

“Why does it matter? I thought she wasn’t your type,” Dustin smirked. His lips quickly melted back into a frown when he was met with nothing but an annoyed glare. “I just know my sister, alright? She’s into you. Trust me. So stop being such a pussy and, for the love of all things holy, just ask her out already!”

“It’s not that simple-“

“I was a little scared when I asked Suzie out, too. But it turned out to be the best decision of my life.”

“Oh, Suzie. Yeah, you mean ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’. Yeah, that Suzie. And, uh, let’s think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?” Steve scratched as his temple pretending to wrack his brain for an answer. “Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that’s how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, alright, shithead?”

“Advice about what?” You asked, making Steve jump. They both turned around, heart dropping to find that it was you who stood before them. How much had you heard? “… You just gonna stare or are you gonna say something?”

Judging from the innocent curiosity playing on your features, it was evident that you hadn’t caught the vast majority of their conversation. Steve let out a small breath of relief.

“Do I have something on my face?” You blinked, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over you. You quickly dug around in your purse for your compact mirror.

“No, no, you look fine,” Steve quickly interjected. “Just caught us off guard. We were talking about guy stuff. Weird stuff.”

“Right,” You responded slowly, feeling the odd tension in the air. You shifted your weight uncomfortably, wondering why they were acting to odd. “Do I wanna know?”

“No! No, you don’t. Just go back to the parlor and we’ll fetch you if we need you, okay?” Steve pursed his lips. You narrowed your eyes before looking over at Dustin. He only shrugged.

“Alright, assholes,” You sighed, handing your brother the Coke you bought him from the gas station. “Have fun.”

Dustin giggled as he opened the bottle. “You look fine?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Steve blinked.

“I can’t believe I took relationship advice from a guy who doesn’t even know how to flirt!”

“I wasn’t trying to-.. You know what? Give me these,” Steve snagged the binoculars.

“Fine,” He giggled.

———

“Hey, you,” Robin greeted as you walked into the back room. You smiled, handing her the slushee she’d asked you for. “Thanks!”

“The boys are acting weird,” You told her as you hopped onto the counter next to her.

“What else is new?” She snorted. You chuckled and nodded as you peaked over her shoulder. “Does any of this sound off to you? I’m trying to find some sort of clue.”

“The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sound nice if you tread lightly..” Your voice faded out as you looked at the paper. “Tread lightly?”

“I found that weird, too,” Robin began to ruffle through her English to Russian book as the back door erupted in a series of soft knocks.

“I got it,” You said, hopping off the counter and walking towards the door. You swung it open to reveal a man with a mustache wearing his usual dark uniform.

“Got a delivery for ya.”

“Thank you,” You smiled politely, taking the box from his hands and signing for it. You looked back up at him as you finished and something caught your eye. His shirt read LYNX TRANSPORTATION and as did his hat.

It was only when you saw the brows below the hat raise that you’d realized that you’ve been staring for far too long.

“That’s a good color on you,” You quickly bounced back, thanking the fates for allowing the lie to come off so smoothly. The man chuckled.

“Well, thank you. Have a nice day, kid.”

“Yeah, you too..”

You watched as he turned around, noticing the silver cat logo on the back of his shirt. Your eyes widened with excitement before you closed the door and ran back towards Robin, yanking the notepad from her hands.

“What the hell?” She frowned before recognizing the look in your eyes. “Wait, what’s going on? Did you find something?”

You were so far down the rabbit hole in your mind that you didn’t even realize she was speaking.

“Lynx. Cat. The silver cat feeds when.. Silver cat..”

“What are you mumbling? Hello?! Earth to Y/N!” She waved at you as you walked out of the back room.

“Oh, my God,” You muttered before taking off into a sprint, slipping between the boys as you made your way to the food court.

“What is her problem?” Steve asked Robin.

“No time to talk! I think she’s on to something,” She hastily explained before following behind you. She watched as you hopped into the center seating space in the mall, not hesitating to jump up beside you.

“The delivery guy was wearing a silver cat logo,” You mindlessly told her, making her eyes light up with realization as she watched yours dart around the mall. “Dude, look! A trip to China sounds nice! What’s the next line?”

Your finger pointed at the Imperial Panda. She let out a happy squeal before taking the notepad back.

“If you tread lightly.. If you tread..” She gasped, pointing at Kaufman Shoes. You clapped your hands together with excitement. “When blue meets yellow in the west-“

“The clock!” You breathed, turning her shoulders towards the west. You both looked at its neon colored arms; blue and yellow.

“We just did that!” She grinned grabbing your shoulders with glee and shaking you lightly.

“Yeah, we did! That was all us, baby!” You laughed.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Steve asked as he approached with your brother.

“We cracked it!” You smiled.

“Cracked what?”

“The code,” Robin stated before grabbing your face in her hands and placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “You cracked the code, you brilliant Einstein, you!”

“What are you guys doing at midnight?” You smiled, turning to the boys. They looked at each other with confusion. Robin rolled her eyes.

“Grab your raincoats, boys,” She smirked. “We’re going on a mission.”

———

“Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes!” Robin shouted at your brother over the heavy downpour.

“You know, you two made this sound a whole lot more pleasant than it is,” Steve turned to you, wiping the water out of his eyes. You let a chuckle escape your lips, allowing the conversation to his right to continue as you slipped into your own.

“In my defense, the weatherman said to expect light rain,” You shrugged. He playfully rolled his eyes the best he could with the rain. “We’re so gonna get sick.”

“Oh, yeah. We are totally going to be regretting this tomorrow,” He agreed. His eyes looked around your face, seeing all of your wet hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks. “Jesus, Henderson. Can you even see with all this hair in your face?”

He mindlessly reached forward, brushing his fingers across your cheeks as he tucked the wet strands behind your ears.

“You’re one to talk, Harrington,” You giggled, using your free hand to reach over and move some of the hair out of his eyes.

He smiled, allowing his warm hand to linger in your cheek as he watched you set his hair into place. It was almost as if the rain ceased to bother him as his eyes fixated on the beauty that was you.

He was fully convinced that no one could ever look as good as you do in the pouring rain. Then again, he was yet to be proven than anyone could compare to you in any shape or form. He hated admitting to himself just how attracted he was to you: physically, mentally, spiritually. The chemistry between you, as annoying as it could be at times, was unavoidable. Especially when you looked at him like that.

Your eyes had landed back on his own as soon as you felt his thumb begin to rub ever so lightly against your cheek that now heated under his hand.

“Let me check it out,” Robin attempted to grab the binoculars from your brother’s hands. The two of you paid no mind.

“No, I’m still looking.”

“Let me see it!”

“Hang on!”

CLANG.

They fumbled the object, resulting in it hitting the metal under it with a loud crash.

Just like that, whatever moment you’d shared with Steve disintegrated into one of fear and silence. You all ducked down without hesitation just as the armed men looked over. You panted heavily, making sure to keep quiet as you all held hands.

You looked down to see that it was only you and Steve holding hands. You both noticed at the same time, looking over at one another with hesitation. You attempted to pull your hand away before you felt his own squeeze tightly. A silent plea to stay.

“We need to get the hell out of here,” You told them. They nodded and although your hands inevitably parted, it wasn’t long before the familiar warmth was placed protectively on the small of your back as you all made a run towards the hallways.

Chapter 4 ->

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[nerianasims]

First, please do not say "should" or "should not" about any of this. "Should" doesn't matter. Also, I voted for Hillary Clinton, so keep that firmly in your thoughts throughout this please.

I want people to stop worrying about the election and start working about the election. I want people to stop bothering with Tumblr leftists and such. Because that's not where the votes are and that's not what cost Hillary the election in 2016.

Biden surrounds himself with people who know what they're doing. He knows how to campaign. He knows how to tell Trump to shut up. He won once when he was at more of a disadvantage than he is now. Please do phone bank and go door to door for him, and definitely talk to any undecided friends and family in person. Wasting time and energy on the internet is exactly what right-wing propaganda campaigns want you to do.

Did you know more Bernie primary voters voted for Hillary in 2016 than Hillary primary voters voted for Obama in 2008? (Also I remember the smearing of women who were in favor of Obama in 2008. They told us we were just trying to get dick then too.) There's also this canard that the far leftist voters who were interested in Democratic primaries for the first time because of Bernie would have voted for Hillary otherwise. Nonsense! They would have voted for the Green Party, or Republicans, or Libertarians, or written in Mickey Mouse, if they bothered to vote at all. Believe the far left when they say they won't vote for Democrats. Especially believe people when they say nothing could have induced them to vote for Hillary Clinton.

Hillary was hated for decades before 2016. Virulently, obsessively, throughout the country. It was like nothing else I've ever seen in my life. Starting when I was in high school, I had to deal with random people going off on Hillary Clinton on a regular basis. Professors would devote chunks of their entirely unrelated classes to hating her.

Bernie would have won against Trump in 2016. So would Elizabeth Warren. So would almost any politician, no matter their race, gender, sexuality, etc. So many people who were free from being subjected half their lives to intense Hillary hatred because of their class, region, or whatever, refuse to hear this fact. Almost everyone I knew hated this woman by the 2010s, and I never met anyone who actually liked her by that point. Most of the people I knew irl voted for her, but they didn't like it.

By the way, even people I knew who used to like Hillary started to dislike her after she sided with smearing Monica Lewinsky, and after Hillary didn't divorce her cheating husband who humiliated her and disrespected a young woman he sexually manipulated on the international stage. Whether they should or should not is not the issue. But you're missing the plot if you think it was sexism to dislike Hillary for this. We still voted for her! But how many campaigned for her? It's not like Hillary's campaign gave people in swing states materials to help her out anyway...

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You know the dick sucking line up is longgggg, maybe we should fill out the application for him so he don’t miss his chance. 😂😂😂

heck let’s fill out a whole bunch of paperwork for the dickriding class of 2024.

Like calling for that midget freedom is giving “I want to do to him what Monica Lewinsky did to Bill Clinton in 1998 even though he’s a proven violent and abusive sociopath(as in I want to give him oral which is what Monica Lewinsky is known for and will always be known for. Speaking of Lewinsky stop making her an inspirational person, what’s so inspiring about a woman who tried and failed to break up a happy marriage let alone a marriage where the husband and wife are the president of the United States and the First Lady like be real. She is not a real hero and she is not the woman any girl should inspire to be )

So if you want to give that sociopath head, Wait in line, take a number.

When people from radical revolutionaries to social activists demand freedom for those who have been wrongly imprisoned it’s for those who deserves it like wrongly convicted people who were screwed over by the justice system , people who were held too long for lesser crimes like possession of marijuana(a.k.a. Mary Jane, a.k.a. chronic a.k.a. weed, a.k.a. cannabis) and political prisoners like those detained in Russia or the black panthers (as in the ultra Black and revolutionary political group, not literal black panthers or the movie Black Panther #Wakandaforever)

When people want people like Tory free despite being proven guilty, it’s giving I don’t care about the victims trauma or feelings or in this case I just wanna have good old fashioned prison sex with him.

the way the line to suck that imp off is gonna be so long, let me help them bastards fulfill their delulu dreams of prison relationship through prison sex after slutting out for their abuser

And yes this is real btw

Stop making fetch happen, it’s not gonna happen

[theowritesstuff]

Head Over Heels

Book 3 - Chapter Three: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

Head Over Heels Masterlist

Summary: You and Robin crack the Russian code.

Warnings: guns

Robin sat on the back counter holding Dustin’s tape in her hands. A pair of black headphones sat over her ears as she listened to the message over and over again. You leaned against the wall next to her holding the translation book, waiting to see if she heard anything new.

A group of young girls stepped up to the counter staring at Robin expectantly. One of them hit the bell, waited a moment, then hit it again.

“What do you guys need?” You ask them.

The girl in the front turns to you. “Ice cream. Which you don’t serve.” Then she continues hitting the bell waiting for Robin’s attention.

You nudge her and nod to the group of girls. Robin pulls the headphones down to her neck and hops off the counter.

“I’d like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl please.” The girl says with a smile.

Robin smiles and shakes her head. “No. No more samples today.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re abusing our company policy.”

“Where’s the sailor man?” She looks around for Steve.

“Sorry, he can’t help you. He’s busy.”

“Busy with what?”

Robin turns to you and smirks, then looks back at the girl. “Spycraft.”

Steve and Dustin had left you and Robin to go search for anyone that, in the words of Steve, “gives an evil Russian vibe”. Dustin had brought a pair of binoculars from home so that they could get a closer, but no less inconspicuous, look at the people in the mall.

The two of them ducked behind some greenery in the concourse. Steve had the binoculars’ strap around his neck, and held them up to his face to look around.

“You see anything?”

“Uh, I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for.”

“Evil Russians.”

“Yeah, exactly. I don’t know what an evil Russian looks like.”

“Tall, blonde, not smiling. Also look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing.” Dustin tells him.

“Right, okay, duffel bags.” His eyes scan the mall again, and make it up to the entrance to the active wear outlet. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Dustin sits up straighter, trying to see whatever Steve sees.

“Anna Jacobi’s talking with that meathead Mark Lewinski.”

Dustin sighs. “Dude, if you’re not gonna focus, just give me the binoculars.”

Steve ignores Dustin, instead continuing to watch Anna and Mark. “Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinski never even came off the bench!” He groans.

“Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?” He tugs the binoculars away from Steve, then holds them up so he can look through them. “Besides, I don’t even get why you’re looking at other people when you have the perfect person right in front of you.”

“Seriously, if you say Y/n again-”

“Y/n. Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.”

“No, stop, no! No man, Y/n’s… Y/n’s not my type, alright?” Steve tells Dustin trying to keep his face from heating up.

“What’s your type again? Not awesome?” Dustin asks him, rolling his eyes.

“Thank you.” Steve shakes his head. “For your information, Y/n is best friends with Nancy. My ex. So, that’s not a good look.”

Dustin glances over at Steve who’s still looking around, then back through the binoculars. He hums and nods. “Plus, I’m pretty sure Y/n’s kind of got a thing going with the guy at the record store. Eddie?”

Steve scoffs. “Yeah, right. Y/n could do so much better than Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.”

Dustin raises an eyebrow at him.

“Shut up.” Now it’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Now that you’re out of high school, which means you’re technically an adult, don’t you think it’s time you move on from primitive constructs such as your public image. You know, most people date someone they actually enjoy being around. Like me and Suzie.”

“Oh, Suzie. Yeah, you mean ‘hotter than Phoebe Cates’. Yeah, that Suzie. And uh, let’s think about it, how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh yeah, with my advice. Because that’s how this works Henderson.”

“Actually it was Y/n’s advice. Turns out it’s easier when the other person actually knows you care.” Dustin argues.

Of course Steve cares about you. He cares about you more than anything, and that terrifies him.

Robin continues reading through the translation over and over, until you’re pretty sure you have it memorized.

The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.

She flips through the translation book when you hear a knock on the door in the back.

“I’ll get it. You keep working on that.” You gesture to the notepad on the counter.

You walk to the back room and open the door to see a delivery man with a box. You take it from his hands and set it on the counter.

“Thank you.” You tell him, scribbling a near-unreadable signature on his notepad.

Your eyes glance up at his shirt. A red logo sits on his chest. Lynx Transportation. You hand him back the the notepad.

“Have a nice day.” He says, as he starts to leave.

“You too.” You tell him.

You step out into the hall once he’s left, and catch sight of the logo on the back of his shirt. A silver cat. Your mind starts racing, repeating the message to yourself quietly. You practically run back into the parlor.

“You guys are never gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian.” Steve says as he and Dustin walk back in.

“You did too.” Dustin points out.

You race past them, slightly bumping into Steve’s shoulder, then run back to the concourse. Robin chases after you, eager to learn what you’ve found.

You jump onto a bench and look around. “A trip to China sounds nice. A trip to China sounds nice.”

“Imperial Panda.” Robin points at the food stand.

You point to the notepad in her hand. She quickly writes down the name under the message.

“If you tread lightly.” Robin says now looking around as well.

“Kaufman Shoes.” You tell her.

She smiles and writes it down.

“When blue and yellow meet in the west. When blue and yellow…” you trail off.

Robin grabs your arm, and points to the large clock on the wall. The hour hand is blue, and the minute hand is yellow.

“When blue meets yellow in the west.” She says.

“Nine forty-five?” You ask her.

“I think so.” She grins at you.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Steve asks as he and Dustin walk up to the two of you.

“We cracked it.” Robin answers, a proud smile on her face.

“Cracked what?”

“The code.” You tell them, a small smile starting to form on your face.

You explain what you’ve figured out to Dustin and Steve, who quickly devise a plan to stake out on the roof tonight, watching for any deliveries.

You thank god you brought your raincoat with you today, as the dark clouds start to roll in the closer you get to the evening.

The four of you are ducked on the roof, attempting to watch the lynx trucks deliver boxes. You’ve got Robin laying to your left, and Steve to your right. Dustin lays on the other side of Steve, looking through his binoculars.

“Keep an eye out for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes.” You tell them.

Dustin points. “They’re with that whistling guy, ten o’clock.”

“What do you think’s in there?” Steve asks.

“Guns, bombs-” Dustin starts.

“Chemical weapons.” Robin adds.

“Whatever it is they’re armed to the teeth.” Dustin says.

Steve wipes some of the water out of his eyes. His hair falls flat from the rain, a few strands falling in front of his face. “Great. That’s great.”

“What’s in there?” You ask as the large metal doors open for the delivery man.

“It’s just more boxes.” Dustin answers.

“Let me check it out.” Steve reaches for the binoculars.

“No, I’m still looking.” Dustin tries to pull them away.

“Lemme see it.”

“Hang on!”

The binoculars hit the metal frame of the roof, creating a loud clanging noise. You all lay further down, now on your backs in an attempt to hide from the view of the men guarding the deliveries.

Your heart races in your chest as you pray they didn’t see any of you. You feel a soft squeeze on your left hand, and look to see that Steve is holding it, your fingers interlocked together. He looks at you, clears his throat, then lets go of your hand.

He shakes his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. His mind told him “Protect Y/n.” His heart practically leapt out of his chest as he reached out for you.

Dustin smirks at him and wiggles his eyebrows. Steve simply kicks his leg, telling him silently to stop, then turns back over to watch the guards.

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I have made a severe and continuous lapse in my judgement, and I don't expect to be forgiven, I'm simply here to apologize. The blowjob I received from Miss Lewinsky was unplanned and the reactions you saw on tape were ra-- *gunshots*

[firsttarotreader]

weighing in on the auntie thing: my GRANDMOTHER was cool with talking "girl talk" with me. During the whole Clinton/Lewinsky fiasco, she boldly stated "if I got poked by the president, I'd shut my damn mouth and hang his picture on the wall."

I miss that crazy old bat.

I knowww, some grandmas are cool like that! I can imagine how fun she was! 😄😄

[firespirited]

Weird day today. Had a very nice but subtly unnerving surprise meeting with an old friend of the family. She brought up dad which was expected but the religious language and contextualising everything was tough: "you and us are doing ok because we're children of gd" "gd brings us together" "gd protect us from evil" type stuff along with usual gd willing, thank gd, gd is good language.

I handle references to faith just fine culturally in Arabic, it's a little less culturally comfortable in French (or even English) but it's also not something I can reply to except with a polite nod that doesn't say yes but "I hear you".

It brought up a lot of complex emotions about half a dozen things as these things do when you've been rejected or hurt by people with gd as a reason. Also a painful reminder that I need to establish religious boundaries again with family again because I do take words seriously and don't want to be praying or agreeing to prayer because its uncomfortable to say that I'd rather not - after all it is as a matter of respect, if gd is real I refuse to treat communication with Them as trivial.

It was lovely to see she and her family are well. She speaks very fast so I wasn't able to say that I'm very happy for her lesbian daughter even as I could see her skirt around it like she thinks I might be biased against it (Honey no! Even as a tween when I was still christian, I thought any couple willing to commit for life and actually take those 'all circumstances' vows was to be celebrated. Of the dozens of red flags to not approve a marriage, being gay seemed totally illogical to me. Besides the passages about mlm and wlw were clearly in context about getting it on outside of marriage for social or ceremonial reasons and saying it's not real sex because it's not P in V and like A) we'd covered ancien greeks getting freaky in school and B) this was the Monica Lewinski era: everyone in the western world debated whether only P in V/hetero constitutes cheating. As a kid I didn't see it but after Lewinski? Those passages are clearly about what counts as cheating).

And I'll be totally honest, I was so relieved: the first two daughters married macho abusive dirtbags and are now married to new nicer if not exactly groundbreakingly feminist blokes but M's got her stable girlfriend turned wife, and while wlw relationships aren't without heartbreak and high drama, she has a lot better odds of an equal relationship.

I came home and crashed, napped for a while, then had to go do something... anything... because I wasn't in a great headspace so bad news from a friend via sis sent me and her spiralling about medical malpractice/neglect, I went for a second walk - it helped a little. I damaged a doll I was fixing up because I was tired,

Watched Wakanda Forever: excellent potential, same vast talent but obviously made in a rush (bits are clearly missing or chopped to be used in a different way), the underwater world was a blurry dark mess (and that would have been so cool if we could see it!) and I couldn't bear to see them fighting (over what seemed so trivial compared to the real threats), finally we get to see Shuri process 1 thing in between... she's got a whole lot more but hey she's got 1 down. I mean you don't get character study films in the MCU, you get a 3 minutes for Gamora or Rocket to address their lifelong traumas so not bad at all for a Marvel. I just can't with a blockbuster attempting to handle grief while still making a hero action movie, it expects you to imagine a lot of offscreen growth and processing. I don't like seeing characters with potential done dirty like that. I'd rather read whatever tie-in books expand the universe because they *had* to put 45 minutes of fight and explosion scenes.

The costumes were incredible as always but yeah not in the mood to see Wakanda attacked while the CIA rub their hands in glee.

Then there's an unfortunate subtext of a skeptic finding faith after doing all the rituals right which was just the wrong day for me to take it charitably. I'm happy for her. Really. I'm also jealous.

Science tells us little gay boys grieve when they realise, even on a subconcious level, that they're not getting the happy ending of the wife and two kids, it leaves a void and they have to reshape themselves as adults to fill that wife shaped hole society told them would be filled.

I hope that changes now that gay marriage is normalised and seen more. I hope more and more folks can find completeness without needing one special person to complete them.

Now when you're a religious kid, you're given an extra void to shape yourself around, one that will be filled by the divine. It will give you confidence purpose and love, and reshaping yourself is difficult because this isn't just the missing piece of your soulmate but your entire existence and reason for being. Being single from the spiritual is felt like a permanent failure at being human.

Among many things today, I was reminded today of what it felt like to be looked at as 'soulless', a 'lost' soul at best and how that's legit how I saw myself and on some level still sort of do.

I'll rewatch Wakanda forever on a better day and skip the fights. Hopefully by then someone has fixed the colour and brightness on the underwater scenes.

[vaingod]

in an alternative timeline im someone's insane housewife that gets barbiturate injections in the 70s and goes missing by walking into a forest and disappearing for 20 odd years before I crawl out with a full lawyer degree and represent the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal in court

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Chapter Three: The Case of The Missing Lifeguard

story: Midnight Rain wc: 1.8k jennifer, steve, and dustin keep a look out for russian spies in the mall as she begins to feel somewhat better.

[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner.]

{ June 31, 1985 }

The next night, Jennifer spends time looking through newspaper to find a shrink who can help her with the dire mood she's been in since her best friend died last year -- 1984. She does, however, find a shrink down the road from where she lives as well as the number for her practice listed below the woman's name.

She stands, grabbing the telephone off the table beside the television and sets it down on the coffee table. Picking up the receiver, the dial tone plays as Jennifer then begins typing the number down in the keypad. It was only 4 in the afternoon, so the practice had to be open still. Finally after four annoying rings later, a woman picks up.

"Hello."

"Hi, uh, this is Jennifer Henderson. I wanted to ask of you take in young adults around eighteen, or so."

"Yes, I do. Why?"

"I... I just need someone to talk to and since I'm not in high school anymore, I need a shrink who can help. When is a time that you have opened? It could be tonight, tomorrow. I do not care when it is."

"I have an opening at six tomorrow night, are you available for that time?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you, buh-bye."

~~

{ July 1, 1985 }

The next day arrived faster and Jennifer begins to feel somewhat better after talking as she grabs the photobox from her closet and gets rid of the photos of her and Billie. The anger builds inside, not wanting to throw out the polaroids of them together but does so anyway. Tears form in her eyes as Jennifer puts the lid on the box before shoving it back in her closet.

"If she cared for herself a little more, this wouldn't of happened. God, you're so stupid Billie." Jennifer sneered.

Jennifer doesn't want to admit that she has survivor's guilt, but she's come to the conclusion that she needs to get through the emotions fast so she can live freely like before her best friend's death. In the doorway, a tall brown haired male with big hazel eyes looks her way. Jennifer looks back and almost startling at his sudden appearance.

"I came by to see if things were better?"

"It's a vice versa thing at the moment, but I do know what I have. I may have survivor's guilt, and a little angry about how she just ran out of the bus like an idiot, getting herself killed."

"Good, you're getting those emotions out. Now come on, we have work to do."

"Work? No, you're the one working."

"Not today. Me and Dustin and you, if you're interested, helping us out. And it'll give you something to do beside sit around in the back."

~~

At Scoops Ahoy, Jennifer and Robin are left alone together as Steve and Dustin begin to leave to lookout for an evil Russian. Without hesitation, the older male grabs his girlfriend's hand, pulling her along with him and Dustin.

"Hey, she's supposed to be here helping me."

"Sorry, Robin." Jennifer shrugs, giggling.

They exit the ice cream shop and lunge toward a bush, hiding behind it as Dustin pulls out a pair of binoculars. Jennifer grabs them, looking through the lens.

"You see anything?"

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for." Jennifer says.

"Evil Russians."

She brings the binoculars down, looking over at her boyfriend and brother. "Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like. Steve?"

"Don't ask me."

"Tall, blond, not smiling."

"Mm-hmm?"

"Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."

"Right, okay, duffel bags."

Jennifer hands the binoculars over to Steve, looking up at another level of some girl and a tall skinny male.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

"What?"

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."

"If your not gonna focus, just gimme or Jennifer the binoculars."

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean Lewinsky never even came off the bench"

Jennifer, who's on the other side of Steve, looked over at him before shoving her elbow into his side enough to get him to stop drooling over other women as he grunts in pain before apologizing to his girlfriend. She rolls her eyes at him.

"You're a dick," Jennifer says, rising. "I'm gonna go back and sling ice cream with Robin."

"Dude, you are the worst spy and boyfriend in history, you know that?"

Steve makes a face at Dustin before glancing up at his girlfriend, extending his hand to a now standing Jennifer. "Come on, Jen. I'm sorry."

Dustin yanks the binuclars away from Steve. He sighs in annoyance. The kid continues talking. Jennifer exhales then crouches down beside him, keeping some distance between her and the two males.

"I don't get why you're looking into other girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."

"Jennifer?"

"Yeah, I mean even though she's my sister. She's perfect for you."

"She is." Steve says, glancing at Jennifer as he flashes a quick smile. She couldn't help but look back at him, giving a half smile. She turns to face the other people in the mall.

"Now that you're out of high school, which means you're technically an adult, don't you think it's time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?"

"Oh, primitive constructs? That some stupid shit you learned at Camp... Know... Nothing?"

"Camp Know Where, actually." Dustin speaks. "And no, it's shit I learned from life."

"Hm."

Jennifer ignores the two as she looks around a little bit more, trying to find something out of place or a person who is blonde, tall and not smiling. The two guys bicker back and forth like a bunch of buffoons, ignoring them and continuing.

~~

A few hours later, the three of them (Dustin, Jennifer and Steve) continue looking around as Jennifer's brother holds the binoculars and scopes the area.

"Target acquired."

"Where?" Steve and Jennifer say in unison.

"Ten o'clock. Sam Goody's."

"Give me that."

Jennifer grabs the binoculars and looks through, seeing a tall long blond male in all black carrying a duffel bag.

"Shit. Duffel bag."

Jennifer removes the binoculars as Steve and Dustin look at each other.

"Evil Russian," They say at the same time.

The male exits at the top of the escalator as Steve, Jennifer and Dustin follow after him, climbing the stairs. They walks past various people on the second story, rushing by people.

"Slow down."

"We're losing him."

"You're getting too close." Jennifer says.

Suddenly Steve runs into someone as the other male curses at him, giving him a nasty look before continuing on. The tall blonde male stops in his tracks, looking back as three of them find a way to hide. Dustin grabs the phone off the wall as Jennifer brings Steve towards her, kissing his lips. His hands rest against her waist, bringing her closer. Turning and peaking at the male, he continues walking as she pulls away from Steve as he and Dustin follow behind before stopping behind a pillar in the mall. From top to bottom; Steve, Jennifer, and Dustin.

The guy walks into an aerobics class, unzipping the duffel bag and pulls out a boom box as she furrowed her brows in annoyance. The guy unzips his coat and removes it off his shoulders as Jennifer, who stands below her boyfriend watches the women moving their hips. She looks up and sees Steve ogling at the women when she feels something pressing against her lower back. She looks up at him.

"Steve, uh, you're uh.. look."

Steve looks down, seeing his shorts bunched up on his groin. He covers it with his hands, embarrassed as Dustin rolls his eyes. Steve glances at her, and wiggles his brows and nodding his head toward a nearby restroom. Annoyed, Jennifer didn't want to, but deep down she felt weak in the knees. She gives in, telling Dustin to wait as she follows Steve into a large family bathroom.

A couple minutes later, the young adults sneakily make way out of the restroom as hey act like nothing happened. Jennifer fixed her hair, and slide her vest on, fixing the nametag while Steve did the same but adjust his shorts. They approach Dustin, who is eyeing something in a nearby store when he notices them.

"You guys are gross."

"What? What did we do?" Steve asks.

"Uh, you and Jennifer having--"

"Scoops Ahoy!" Was the only thing Jennifer could say to cut her brother off from finishing the sentence, only to be given a weird look by both Dustin and Steve.

"Why'd you shout Scoops Ahoy?"

"I had to say something to cut him off from finishing the sentence about us, and was trying to say was that we need to get back to Scoops Ahoy."

"Okay,"

They eventually get back to the main level as the three of them walk up to Robin who stands on the stone leading towards the small fountain.

"Robin, what are you doing?" Jennifer questions.

"I cracked it."

"Cracked what?"

"I cracked the code."

~~

That night, the rain pours heavily over Hawkins as the thunder claps. Jennifer along with Robin, Steve and Dustin sit on their knees on the roof of Starcourt Mall, peering over as her younger brother holds the same binoculars from earlier. They all are dressed in raincoats.

"Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes." Robin states.

Jennifer wipes the raindrops from her eyes. Her lashes wet with water droplets.

"They're with that whistling guy, ten o'clock."

"What do you think's in there?" Jennifer asks.

"Guns, bombs?"

"Chemical weapons?"

"Whatever it is, they're armed to the teeth."

Thunder roars again. Looking over, Steve now wipes the water droplets from his eyes, squinting them in the process. they all continue watching from afar.

"Great. That's great."

"Hey, what's in there?" Robin asks.

"It's just more boxes."

Steve reaches over and grabs the binoculars, trying to pry them from Dustin's grip.

"Let me check it out."

"No, I'm still looking."

"Lemme see it."

"Hang on!"

They drop the binoculars as the thunder claps once more above. The guys down below look above, pulling their weapons out. The four of them duck, gasping. They continue laying there as Steve and Jennifer's fingers have laced together, breathing heavily whilst the rain pours over them heavily. Holding his hand made her feel better in many ways, regarding what's going on. However, she needed to focus on keeping her head and not to get shot as she rises with her brother, Steve and Robin and walk toward the entrance that led down to the backrooms. They manage to get inside the mall, walking through the hallway leading to the back of Scoops Ahoy. Steve leads the way as Jennifer, Robin and Dustin follow behind.

"Well, I think we found your Russians."

They continue walking together. The suspicion rises in Jennifer as she leaves for the night so she can dry off an get into warm, dry clothes.

[dsaf-confessions]

Just checking in. Haven't had much to confess but I've heard this place's been booming with business, eh? Hope you're all well and all -Oscar Lewinsky

YOOOO YOURE BACK IVE MISSED U!!! THE OG