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appocalipse · 2 years

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UNSPOKEN FEELINGS → steve harrington

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Words: 2,473

Warnings: none (?) spoilers for season 4 vol. 1, in case you haven’t watched it, i guess

Summary: The reader is Dustin’s older sister; she most likely wasn’t around for the events of season one and maybe even two, seeing as she used to live with her father out of town. But, once she moved back in and met Steve, they became friends and before she could notice it, she had grown much more complicated feelings for him. And after all the craziness they’ve been through with Vecna, maybe it’s time to find out if he feels the same....or if fate wanted Steve and Nancy together again.

A/N: this is set after the events of season 4; since vol. 2 hasn’t been released yet, let’s pretend all is well and no one died in it. also, i wrote this at 3 am, so please bear with me lol

if you’d like, listen to this while reading.

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Fate didn’t seem to like you very much.

There had been a thousand things happening at once; Vecna, the Upside Down, Joyce and her family moving out...and then there was your feelings towards Steve.

For a while, you thought it was stupid; your younger brother Dustin idolized the guy, and you ended up spending a great deal of time with him and Robin, so it was only natural to have a little crush on Steve Harrington. He was nice, good-looking, funny... But that innocent feeling grew. And grew. And then grew a little more.

And when he was dragged into the Watergate, you almost felt fisical pain thinking about living in a world without Steve.

There was only one word that could describe that feeling: love. And now it was too late to ignore it.

Now that you were all back at the real world, Hawkins was holding some sort of festival — you were not sure why, but it was a small town kinda thing — and you and your friends were trying to have a normal moment after all the chaos you had just been through. The silly excuse to dress up and go out to dance was greatly appreciated, thank you very much.

During the last fight, your arm ended up broken; reason why you were now wearing a cast, but it didn’t really bother you all that much. It was a small price to pay. Max almost died; your arm would heal.

But that night, when a smiling Steve asked you to dance, you suspected it was because he didn’t want you to feel left out because of your arm — it would obviously get in the way of a normal dancing stance. But Steve was sweet enough not to mind; he took your right hand in his (you ignored the butterflies in your stomach) and placed his other hand on your waist (ignoring, keep ignoring them,Y/N!), carefully avoiding to touch your left arm as you moved to the rhythm of whatever song was being played.

There was a nice, warm feeling building up inside of you....until he brought up Robin and Eddie's opinions on Nancy's actions. They were certain her feelings for Steve were coming back, judging by the way she wasted no second on risking her life for him, or staring at him whenever she thought no one was looking. Her relationship with Jonathan was also not in its best moment.

Maybe her feelings for Steve never really left. First love is a complicated thing.

“So...what do you think?” Steve asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but you caught a hint of tension in his voice. Of course he would ask for your advice; of course.

What the hell am I supposed to say?

Your brain doesn’t normally function half as well around Steve under normal circumstances, but now that you were literally in his arms...did he really expect some sort of plausible answer?

“I don’t know...I think-” you began, but just as the words left your mouth, your eyes instinctively fell down on Nancy’s bright smile across the room and you stopped mid-sentence; she was wearing a beautiful blue dress, her hair carefully done up, and while you observed her talking to her brother, Mike, you suddenly realized that you couldn't possibly see a reason why Steve would not love her still. You had only been around her for the last few days and she had already managed to make you like her, care about her... hell, you could consider her a friend after all you had been through together, with Vecna and all that. You had actually come to admire her, no matter how hard you tried to dislike her at first, thanks to your unspoken feelings for Steve.

And of course they were right. Robin and Eddie, they were right. Deep down, you knew that Steve loved her back as well. He always did; he just didn’t know that, or didn’t want to acknowledge the fact out loud. Why else would all those dates of his never work out? Why else would he get so eager to protect her at all times?

Realization hit you in a moment...well, more like a second. And you knew. You knew that no matter the extent of your feelings for Steve, no matter how Dustin claimed there was evidence he liked you back, no matter all the sleepless nights you spent thinking what could happen if you confessed to him...you knew that it wasn't your place to stand between Steve and Nancy.

"I think she really, really cares about you, and you should...." you paused, feeling tears threatening to form as your mouth seemed to fail at getting the words out. Luckily, the music and the voices were more than enough to mask any sign of sadness in your voice. Steve, fortunately, wasn't looking at your face at that point; he didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular.

You cleared your throat and forced the words out. "She is right over there and this is the perfect opportunity for you to ask her to dance, Steve."

Over Steve's shoulder, you spotted Dustin eyeing you both dancing with hopeful eyes, moving his upper body absentmindedly to the rhythm of the music from his seat, a big smile appearing on his face as he caught you looking back at him, if only for a moment. You slowly shook your head no; his smile was quickly replaced by a confused expression, and you forced a smile of your own in a pathetic attempt to calm him down.

Steve looked at you right this instant, his expression showing something you couldn't quite read — surprise? Shock?

"Go ahead, ask her," you encouraged, keeping the same fake smile on your face and hoping it was enough to reassure him, cause it was most likely the best you could come up with at the moment. "I'll go...to the bathroom."

"But I'm-"

At this point, you both had stopped moving, and you decided to step back. It could have been your imagination, but you got the feeling that his hand seemed hesitant to let yours go until the last moment, when you were out of his reach and turned away.

You walked fast, moving carefully around all the couples on the dance floor; but, contrary to what you told him, your feet didn't get you towards the bathroom. The bathroom would have people in it. Happy people. And you would eventually have to get out of there and risk seeing Steve and Nancy making up and God knows what else on your way out.

No. You walked towards the exit, the doors that led to the hallways and to the back doors of the school, where no one would be.

You sat on the ground, seeing as there was nowhere else to sit, listening to the heavy rain that muffled most sounds coming from inside the building, and tried not to think too much over what you had just done. One could almost forget that there was a party going on at all; the storm was picking up fast, and sometimes a lonely thunder would paint the sky a shade of light blue.

At least the scenery fitted well with your current situation.

When your face got wet though, the rain was not to blame. You were luckily sheltered from it in your little spot on the ground. But your heart? There was no way to shelter it from those feelings.

A lonely tear slid down your cheek; you looked up at the sky, absentmindedly, trying to justify to yourself why on God's green Earth you where crying over something like that.

You looked down at your own arm. It seemed stupid — petty, even — to be crying over something so little as an unrequited love after all the things you and your friends at Hawkins had been through...but you couldn't stop. And so you allowed yourself to cry, because...

Why should I not? After all I’ve been through, why can’t I have one normal emotion for a person my age, instead of fear, anger, or despair?

You would eventually get over it.

Steve loved Nancy. Big Deal. You never expected him to love you back. Not really. It was hurting right now because you thought maybe, just maybe, after everything that went on with Vecna and all the pain you all had to endure, you'd be given a period of happiness and peace to make up for all the tragedy — perhaps the universe itself would grant such a blessing. But so be it. Maybe you could go back to living with your father, away from Hawkins for a time...

And that's when the doors slammed open once again, startling you, and through them Steve Harrington stepped out, his gentle brown eyes instantly finding the mess you were at the moment, sitting on the floor.

Boy, did the universe hate you.

You hurriedly wiped away your tears, desperately trying to hide the fact that you've been crying. Somewhere in your mind you registered the shock on his face becoming worry, and you looked straight ahead, thinking of ways this could go better than you making a fool out of yourself in front of him of all people.

Steve didn't say anything at first — he looked out of place, not sure where to put his own hands or where exactly to look at. You pressed your eyes closed, letting your head rest against the cold wall behind you, kinda wishing he would just disappear — maybe he was just your mind playing tricks on you...

"What are you doing on the floor?"

Nope, you couldn’t be that lucky.

"Just go, please," normally, you would have a snarky comeback to his question, but right now you couldn't find it in yourself to answer in that way.

Steve took a deep, audible breath. You still didn't open your eyes.

But you felt it when he sat down next to you, careful not to bump into your broken arm, though it hardly hurt anymore.

"Steve, please."

"You were crying," it was not a question.

How cliche could you be? Although you'd never stopped to think about it, Steve was probably your best friend, you were in love with him, and now there was a hundred percent chance he had put two and two together and figured out why you were crying as well.

And even so, you blurted out the first lie your tired mind could muster, because that’s how you could keep yourself from panicking completely. "My arm hurts."

What, obviously, didn’t convince him.

"Liar."

"Can we just talk tomorrow?"

"You're really rude, you know that?"

You finally looked at him. His eyes were already on you, and you struggled to think clearly with how close you two where... but then you grasped a new feeling inside you: anger, and you held on to it.

"Excuse me?"

You could stand the thought of being rejected. Everybody was rejected at least once in their life, and you were no stranger to the feeling; you just didn't want anyone to witness the aftermath of it firsthand, let alone the person who rejected you, and yet here he were, making the task of putting your feelings for him behind you incredibly difficult.

"We were dancing and you just stormed off mid-song,” he said, matter-of-factly.

"I didn't storm off-" you felt exhasperation getting the better of you, messing up each and every thought you tried to put into words. "You asked me about....I told you to go and dance with her, so I got out of your-"

"I was dancing with you!", great, now the screaming contest was about to begin.

"Yes, but you wanted to be dancing with her!"

"OH, so now you know everything I want?"

"I know the obvious!"

He scoffed, but when he spoke again, his tone was so calm and his voice was so low that you couldn’t tell if Steve was certain he wanted to be heard. "Oh no, you absolutely don't."

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know, for someone really, really smart, sometimes you read it all wrong.”

A few seconds passed by without both of you saying anything; you looking at him, him looking down at the ground, mindlessly playing with a dry leaf he must have found nearby on the floor...and then it hit you. What he was implying. What he was trying to make you believe, that is. Was he really too kind to let someone down?

“Oh my God, no,” you let out a bitter chuckle, trying to get up, which proved to be more of an challenge with only one good arm available than you antecipated. “No, no, you're not doing this.”

Steve seemed to panic as he watched you moving to stand up, and he quickly grabbed your wrist — the one that wasn't on a cast. “Wait, where are you going?”

For a second, you looked down at where he was holding you in place, stunned, then back at his face, catching Steve looking back at you with some sort of conflict passing behind his brown eyes. “Let go.”

And then he too got up, still nowhere near inclined to let go of your arm.

“I can't.”

"What do you mean, you can't? Of course you can. Just let go of me and I’ll go home, and you can go back inside and we can pretend this never happened-", you tried to yank your wrist free, but Steve didn't let go; instead, he took a step closer...and suddenly you were close enough for a kiss, and all the butterflies came back, and there was this scene playing inside your head where one of you slowly leaned in and...

You stared down at your feet, feeling tears once again welling up in your eyes. "Please don't do this."

"Don't do what?" you weren't looking at his face, but he sounded genuinely confused, maybe even worried.

"Pretend you like me."

"I do like you."

"Not in that way," you took a step back, and this time around he let your arm go. The words began leaving your mouth even before your brain could register it. "Look, whatever it is that Dustin asked you to do, or whatever you feel you owe him, or me, you don't. It's not your fault I lo-"

You froze mid-sentence. And there it was, those words anyone smart dreaded to say to the wrong person, on the tip of your tongue...and the worst part was that you didn’t even knew you were about to say them until it was to late to act like it didnt happen.

Steve was giving you a stunned look, uncertain, and when he shifted closer, you moved a step back. "Y/N-"

“I’ll just go home.”

A/N: part 2 is now OUT! Read here. ♥

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eufezco · 2 years

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DREAM OF A LIFETIME – E.M. x FEM!READER

REQUEST - I had a story idea and only if your comfortable with it ok here it goes ; what if Eddie Munson got y/n pregnant and y/n starts to become distant and Eddie asks someone from the group why she’s being distant and kind of avoiding him ( maybe Nancy , robin , or Steve ) and on of them tell Eddie and he comforts y/n basically letting her know he’s gonna be there and that she has nothing to worry about ( kind of like a fluff) stupid idea but im throwing it out there ?

english isn't my first language

Dry. That was the perfect word to describe your farewell with Eddie before him, Nancy, Robin and Steve got into the boat and dove into the Lover's Lake. Then Max's plan to distract the cops went awfully bad and now you were sitting in between Lucas and Dustin at the Wheeler's house, two cops in front of you three wanting to know what you were doing in a restricted area but all you could think about was if by this time your friends and Eddie were alive. Of course, the cops knew you were lying thanks to how incoherent your alibi was, and they took Max to a separate room to interrogate her first.

"Please, if you feel something weird, put the headphones on." You were worried about leaving her alone, the girl was mad but still understood the danger and nodded. You decided to wait for her sitting on the couch while Dustin, Lucas, and a curious Erica moved to the kitchen for some privacy. You could hear the loud whispers of Dustin from the living room and you hoped the parents were actually focused on the conversation they were having and not on the one going on in the kitchen. You felt your stomach hurting, the sensation going down your legs and making them stand up from the couch, catching the parents' attention, as you ran to the bathroom. You kneeled in front of the toilet and you vomited everything you ate that day. Tears formed in your eyes when you couldn't throw up anymore but your body thought otherwise, the retching making your whole body shake. The thought of Eddie being in danger, plus, how your relationship had been going these past days and your state weren't helping you to come down. "Y/n? Are you okay?" Dustin knocked on the door. "Yeah, I— I just need a minute." You started throwing up again, this time the vomit was just pure water since you didn't have anything solid in your body anymore. Dustin frowned at the other side of the door. "Do you need me to come in?" You immediately responded with a 'no' to his offer. The last thing you wanted was to have Dustin holding your hair in a ponytail while your pregnant self threw up every nutrient in your body. You trusted the kid, but it was just too embarrassing.

You flushed the toilet and washed your hands. You also rinsed your mouth and washed your face. God, how could you've been so stupid? You loved Eddie, he was the love of your life and you've been pushing him away these last days. How much your life could change overnight? You were pregnant and Eddie was in another dimension, accused of murder and risking his life for a town that hated him. You got out of the bathroom, the door of the room where the two cops were interrogating Max still closed. You bumped into Dustin who apparently had been waiting for you outside the bathroom since he went to check up on you. "Damn, you look like shit. Are you sure you're okay?" You nodded. A part from the pregnancy and the fact that your relationship with Eddie was falling apart because of you, you were completely fine. Without any words, you and Dustin walked to the kitchen where Erica and Lucas were waiting.

"Are you sure you saw them going through Watergate?" You rolled your eyes when Lucas asked one more time. "Okay, okay..." When Max thought it was a good idea to make a scene to give the ones in the boat more time, you stayed hidden on the Lover Lake's bank. You saw Nancy dive in after Steve was pulled to the depths of the lake, you saw Robin jumping with no hesitation after Nancy and you saw Eddie showing you a warm smirk and jumping into the lake too. You were ready to swim to him, your shoes were touching the water when you were caught by the cops too. Dustin explained to you all the crazy things they've come up with while you were in the bathroom. More gates? Hive mind? Wow.

"Hey. Eddie." Steve did a little run to catch up the metal head who was just a couple of feet ahead of him. Eddie slowed down when he heard Harrington calling his name. "Listen, I just wanted to say thanks for saving my ass back there."

"Shit. You saved your own ass man." Steve shook his head. "It's very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying. Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact. I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude."

"Henderson said that?" Eddie raised his eyebrows, surprised by the fact that Steve doubted how much Dustin admired him. "Shit, yeah. And not only Henderson, y/n adores you too. What did you do to make them put you on this pedestal? Steve Harrington can't be all of the things they say. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him and not a douche?"

"Well, I used to be a douche. Dustin and I didn't know each other at that time, but y/n and I did and sometimes I don't even know why she still wants to be friends with me."

There was silence before Eddie asked. "Do you know if something is wrong with her?" Steve frowned, acting as if he didn't know anything. "Why?"

Steve looked to Eddie out of the corner of his eye, the metalhead with his eyes locked on the ground, being careful to not step on one of the tentacles as he explained to him what has been things with you like for the past few days. Was he overshearing? He barely knew Steve. He knew that Harrington was your friend when you were kids but you distanced yourselves when he started with his King Steve bullshit and that three years ago you and he started hanging out again. He knew that Steve cared about you, Eddie wanted to believe that not as much as he did, but that wasn't probably true. Eddie knew that Steve knew so much more about what had been going on in your life these last days than he did, and he knew that Steve wouldn't tell him that easily. "I know that she's your best friend, but if she's gonna break up with me, I'd really appreciate if you—"

"Shit. She's not gonna break up with you, man. Why would she do something like that?"

"Well, she barely talks to me and she never visits the boathouse anymore unless she comes with you guys." Steve didn't say a word. It was true that it didn't sound good, and he now understood why Eddie thought you were going to leave him. "She's not going to break up with you." Steve repeated and started walking faster. Eddie stopped walking, watching Harrington getting away from him. Eddie walked towards Steve. "You gotta tell me what happens." Even though it seemed like Eddie was demanding to know, Steve caught the desperation in his voice. "I'm not the one to."

"She's not gonna tell me."

"I'm sure she will. Eventually."

"When is 'eventually', Steve? When this fucking Vecna has killed us all? If we don't beat this mother fucker, I'm not gonna be able to come back to society. Do you think she's gonna tell me by that time? Or she's gonna wait a little longer?" Steve clenched his jaw at Eddie's ironic tone. "Does she thinks I did that to Chrissy, doesn't she?"

"What the fuck man." Steve stopped walking all of a sudden, Eddie did the same. Robin and Nancy's attention was caught by Steve's flashlight lighting the trees instead of the path to the Wheeler's house. Steve shook his free hand to the two women for them to keep walking as he realigned the flashlight, lighting their way. "She's pregnant, okay? She's not thinking about breaking up with you nor throwing you under the bus. She's so scared and you're wanted by the police for something we all know you didn't do. So call me crazy, Eddie, but she's been having a lot to worry to visit the fucking boathouse, don't you think?"

Eddie was petrified. Steve started walking again while Eddie stood there in the dark for a few seconds more. His mouth was dry and his legs felt week. "Come on, Eddie!" Steve shouted making the boy behind him come out of his shock and take a few steps faster to catch Harrington. Nancy and Robin opened the door to the Wheeler's house.

"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Was all Robin could say. The house was dark, the floor, the walls, every piece of furniture was covered with tentacles. "Come on. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to." Eddie agreed on that one. His stomach was queasy, he imagined million things but never that you were distant because you were pregnant.

"So, you're telling us that Vecna's opening more gates?"

"Exactly. And he won't stop."

Eddie and Steve were about to go upstairs when they heard your voices. They looked at each other and Steve used the flashlight to lighten up the dark living room, but no one was there. They both looked at each other again and rapidly went down the few stairs they had climbed.

"They're here. Y/n and Dustin are here!" Steve announced shouting to the two girls upstairs. Eddie called your name unstopping, looking for you all over the Wheeler's living room. He could hear your voice, but the sound was indistinct, like you were inside of the walls. "This is bad." Nancy announced, going down the stairs along with Robin. The two boys stopped looking for you and Henderson and threw a look to each other before focusing on what Nancy was saying. "My guns. They are not here-"

"Maybe you left them somewhere else—"

"There's a six-year-old in the house. I know where I keep my guns. Plus, my diary should be full of entries, the last one that appears on it is from November 6th, 1983." Eddie could feel like not enough air was getting to his laungs. He still could hear your voice and by the look on the two girls' faces as their eyes tried to find the place from where the voices came, they could hear you as well. "Does that mean—"

"We're in the past."

You were sitting at the table, Lucas by your side and Erica in front of you as Dustin kept rambling, walking back and forth, and getting to crazy conclusions that at that point no one except for him understood. Your breathing was slow as you tried to control yourself to not puke again. One of your legs bounced nervously under the table, your fingers intertwined as you took deep and quiet breaths. "Y/n. Is everything okay?" Lucas worried. You nodded at his question, his little sister frowning because it was so obvious that you weren't okay. "It's just- This is too much, you know?" Lucas nodded. One of his hands fell on top of yours, giving you the comfort you needed as you noticed the little girl was not interested in you anymore. Erica was now focusing on the flicking light in the living room. "You said you followed Vecna through the lights, right?" You got up from the table at the same time as her. Dustin looked at you before answering Erica's question. "Yeah, why?"

"Because I think he's here" Lucas stood up too. "That's not Vecna." You stated. When you broke into the Creel's House, the flashlights were out of control, flicking faster and gaining intensity as you got closer to him. But this time, the light was repeating a sequence. "It's Morse code." Thankfully you had Dustin who happened to be a Morse code expert and he successfully deciphered the S.O.S message. "They need lights. Will used the lights to communicate with Mrs. Byers. They need lights!" The unwell you were feeling was suddenly gone when you found a way to communicate with them. That's when you, Lucas and Erica ran to where Holly Wheeler was playing with her Lite Brite. "I'm sorry." You said before snatching it out of her hands, Lucas unplugged it and you both went to Nancy's room where Dustin was waiting. The little girl whined and Erica gave her a candy bar before going after you.

After a difficult communication with them through the colored plastic pegs and explaining to them that there was a gate at every murder site. You pedaled to Eddie's trailer, maybe it wasn't the best idea since you started feeling worse once you arrived there. And just as Dustin predicted there it was the gate, on the ceiling of Eddie's trailer. The place where Chrissy died. "How do we open it?" You knew where Eddie's uncle kept the broom. The stick of it would do the work. You suddenly felt a cramp in your stomach, making the broom fall from your hands. Both of your hands went to hug your stomach, feeling like puking again as Max's quickly landed one of hers on your lower back. "Shit, you okay?"

"Yeah, just– Open the gate already." Erica swore if she had to hear you say that you were fine when you were clearly not one more time, she would kick your ass and send you to the Upside Down to open the gate yourself. You didn't care about how bad you felt. You wanted him there. You wanted to apologize for not being there enough and you wanted to tell him everything. Dustin took the broom and broke the sticky layer that separated the normal world from the Upside Down. Your back tensed when you saw no one at the other side, your breathing almost stopping, but then a curious Steve showed up and a sigh of relief could be heard on Eddie's trailer coming from the four of you. Dustin laughed, letting go all the nerves as he celebrated that he was right once again. Steve smiled softly at you making space for Eddie. You covered your mouth with one of your hands, trying not to cry but your eyes were already filled with tears. Eddie showed you a warm smile and waved at you. "Hi." You mumbled to him, your lips quivering warning you that if you said one more word you'd start crying. "Hi." Eddie answered, still smiling.

"Okay, let's get them out of there."

You helped Dustin to tie up all the sheets you could find as Max, Erica and Lucas grabbed and placed Eddie's mattres under the gate. "Oh my god..." Was all you could say when you saw the big stains decorating the mattres and you threw a deadly glance, embarrassed, to Eddie when he tried to explain what those stains were.

Robin was the first one to climb up the tied-up sheets and fell straightaway into the mattress. You hugged the girl checking her face, her arms, her neck to verify that she wasn't hurt. Robin calmed you down assuring you that she was perfectly fine. "You gotta go next." Steve stated. Nancy agreed with Harrington. Eddie nodded. Same thing happened to him as to Robin, he climbed up the sheets and then he fell, if it wouldn't have been because you were there, he would've complained until his friends' ears bleed out from hearing him. But you were there. He stood up with Dustin's help and he had to take a few steps back to keep balance when you ran into his arms. Your hands were wrapped around his neck and his were around your waist. "Are you hurt?" You asked nervously when you separated from the hug. He was sure covered in dirt, his hair was messy and his eyes were tired but you didn't see blood, you were worried that he had wounds you weren't seeing. Eddie shook his head. "I'm fine." The boy brushed your cheek with his thumb and kissed your lips. "I'm so sorry, I-" Eddie shook his head again and kissed your temple. "We'll talk later."

You almost fainted when you saw the wounds on Steve's belly, you didn't know if it was because of how exhausted you were or because of his blood dripping from the tourniquet but anyways you helped to clean them and to cover them properly. After that, you went back to rest your head on Eddie's chest while everybody talked, just enjoying his arms around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. "Come sleep to my house." You looked up at him with doe eyes, and Eddie looked at Steve, Nancy and Robin, the three of them with worried expressions knowing it wasn't a good idea.

"I don't think It's safe–"

"Yeah, you go. It's fine." Steve interrupted Nancy, the Wheeler girl looking at him and asking herself what was he doing. "Come on, it's just a night. Nothing bad can happen." Your arms squeezed tighter around Eddie. Apparently, Steve was the only one capable of noticing tension between you two caused by all the things you two needed to let out, starting by telling him yourself that you were pregnant.

"Y/n was seeing at a crime scene. It's everything but fine." Dustin added. You took a deep breath, not wanting to say that they caught you because of their stupid idea. "Okay, yeah, it's not fine." Steve changed his mind when Dustin told him the information he was missing. "And where is he supposed to stay?" You separated from Eddie huffing in desperation. You ran your hands over your face, this whole situation was crap and you were so tired of it already, but of course you would not expose Eddie to any more danger. But where was he gonna stay? Your house was out of the table, and so did Dustin's, Lucas's, and of course Max's. Eddie's trailer had an open gate to another dimension and the Wheelers and the Buckleys knew, like the rest of Hawkins, that Eddie was wanted by the police. He needed something on the outskirts, with no parents and of someone no one would expect Eddie to be with.

You laid your eyes on Steve. All of your friends' eyes laid on Harrington too. There was no other place Eddie could hide. Your best friend rolled his eyes, finally noticing what was going on. "Yeah, whatever."

Steve let you sleep on his parents' queen-sized bed. You were sitting on the edge of one side of it, meanwhile, Eddie was sitting on the other side, your backs turned to each other. "He told me." Eddie said while untying the laces of his shoes. You swallowed nervously, sliding the t-shirt that Steve lend you over your head.

"I should've told you."

Eddie nodded. "I mean, I would've preferred to hear it from you than from Harrington." The only thing it could be heard in the room was Eddie's shoes and clothes falling to the floor. He had a lot in his mind, probably the same weird sensation all over his body you've been feeling these past weeks. He slid into the pajama t-shirt and pants that Steve gave him. "Eddie?" He hummed. "I need– I need to know what's on your mind."

"I just– I don't understand why you didn't tell me." He grabbed his clothes from the floor and passed by your side to go downstairs and put them in the washing machine. His voice tone was soft, not angry but confused, with a lot of questions. He couldn't get mad at you because of this, he could never get mad at you. "I was scared."

"But why? I don't think our relationship is one to be scared of telling the other type."

"It's not." Eddie raised his eyebrows, hoping for you to notice the contradiction. Perhaps he shouldn't be this harsh with you. Eddie kneeled in front of you, leaving the clothes on his hands next to him. "Look. All I'm saying is– We've been together for a while now, and I've always had your back as well as you've always had mine. This is how we work. We work– We work like one, y/n." He took both of your hands between his, caressing the back of them with his thumb. "Why did you think this time would be any different?"

You shook your head, laying your eyes on your hands between Eddie's. You didn't have an answer to his question. He sat on the bed next to you, your hands still on his. "Have you thought about what you wanna do?" You swallowed the lump in your throat, Eddie nodded, understanding. He kissed your knuckles and stood on his feet. You looked at him as he did, waiting for a reaction apart from the kiss. Eddie picked up his dirty clothes from the floor, ready to go and leave them in the washing machine.

"I don't– I don't wanna do this if it's not with you." Your voice was weak, your eyes glossy with tears.

Eddie sat next to you on the bed, allowing the clothes to fall from his hands one last time. He'd take care of them tomorrow. He analyzed your face, you looked so insecure and scared that he swore he felt his heart break. He took both of your hands again. "I wanna do this." Eddie assured you, nodding and looking for your gaze. He thought you understood what he was trying to say with all the we are one speech. He was not leaving. "If you decide you wanna have that baby, I'll be the happiest man on Earth. But I'll support you, and of course still love you, if you decide it's too soon for that."

"You won't leave if I decide to have it?" You stared into his eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he shook his head. "Never." Eddie placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn't tell me or if like my reaction would be bad." You were the one shaking the head this time. "It's not your fault."

"Come here." Eddie laid in the middle of the bed, opening his arms to you. You accepted his invitation and rested your head on his chest as his arms hugged you tightly against him. God, how much you've missed him. His scent, his chest slowly rising and falling, his hands playing with your hair and the sudden 'i love you's and the kisses he'd place on your forehead.

It was too soon to imagine starting a family with you? It was not as if Eddie hadn't already thought about a future with you but now it was closer than ever. He could already imagine himself hugging your swollen belly from behind and mumbling into your ear that you should rest instead of working in the child's room. He could imagine holding your hand strongly by the time you give birth and hugging you and your newborn baby carefully. His two beautiful girls, Eddie was so sure that the baby would be a girl. He would play dress-up with her, wearing a pink tutu and a crown and letting her carry the sword and fight the imaginary dragon that captured him. He would drive her to school every day and help her with homework. He should start looking for a real job after all of this, hoping for some kind soul that would believe in his innocence before you both could afford to leave Hawkins. He should start looking for a house too, maybe on the outskirts of Hawkins, a quieter and cheaper place. And you. He couldn't wait to ask you to marry him.

Eddie spent most of the night imagining a life with you, making sure that you were comfortable and sleeping well until he inevitably fell asleep too.

#stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things smut #stranger things x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington

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sgiandubh · 9 months

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Lo puedes negar hasta el cansancio pero cada vez te me pareces más y más a Puffy-Liar! su mismo modus operandi, hablas en círculos, te crees dueña ds la verdad absoluta, escribes largos "rants" donde hablas mucho pero no dices nada. Es cuestión de tiempo para que traigas de vuelta tus "privy info", "close to SC sources" a tu amiga Stella y el "vault" con las fotos de SC y el bebé rubio. Supongo que en WordPress ya no eras tan popular y extrañabas tener los shippers rogandote para que compartas la información de tu amigo "long throat" ya sabes, Puffy siendo Puffy. 😅🤣🤣

Oh, but hello you Master Troll Anon,

For the delight of this fandom, may I translate your venomous rant, that was supposed to what...? scare me? ... make me run for the helicopter on the roof, Ceaușescu-style?

You can deny it until you get tired, but every time you look more and more like Puffy-Liar! The same modus operandi as her, you talk in circles, you think you are the master of absolute truth, you write long rants where you talk a lot and say nothing. It's just a matter of time until you bring back your privy info, close to SC sources, your friend Stella and the vault with the pictures of SC and the blonde baby. I suppose you were not as popular on WordPress and you missed the shippers begging you to share the information from your 'long throat' friend. You know, Puffy being Puffy.'

Since your reading comprehension is so perfect, I will answer you in English.

I hope my letter finds you well, btw.

First of all, it's Deep Throat, not Long Throat. But you know... barista/barrister... Deep Throat existed, during the Watergate Affair. His name was Mark Felt and he was the Deputy Director of the FBI, supplying Bob Bernstein and co with all the needed info. Puffy's is a figment of her imagination, as you all know it.

I have doxxed myself not once, but twice . And I did it on purpose, because I knew you would do exactly this, in order to feel alive, perhaps:

First, my mugshot:

Posted on July 30th, while recounting my visit to Olympia: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/724219876757176320/a-stupid-shippers-guide-to-the-peloponnese-part

Yes, darling, this is me: a Romanian, 45 year-old, Roman-Catholic diplomat. Not a 60+ Jewish widow from Massachusetts :

Then, because you were harassing @bjj3007-ichoosetobelieve, I posted this flat denial on August 18th: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/725983370933354496/jeez-louise

In Romanian. Had I done it in French, my second mother tongue, you would have screeched it was inconclusive. Silly twats.

As far as I know, Puffy has some rudiments of French, but that's about it. Sorry, doll. Wrong number.

I don't care about your slanderous, uneducated and vulgar opinion. I despise your harassment attempts on people who were only liking what they were reading and were very warm to me.

You are not the first one to try and scare me. You have yet to prove I am a liar, with hard evidence, not with impressionist camelos.

There is at least one woman in this fandom who knows my name, my full mail address and all the specific details. Because she recently used them and got confirmation that I am who I said I am, I have the job I said I have and I live where I said I lived.

Her delicate gesture moved me. Yours brought a sort of disgusted amusement, if at all possible.

I know who you are. If I were you, I'd think twice before going on with the shitshow. I am not implying anything and I will not lose my time with you in court (my best IRL friend, the Madrid abogada, will gladly do it pro bono, btw). But you have nothing and you will continue to have nothing.

Because there is nothing you can have about me. I said it all, almost.

What this outburst is telling me, is one darn inconvenient thing for you, people. So, I'll say it in Spanish, cariño:

¿Vds tienen mucho, mucho miedo, verdad?

I promised to be your worst intellectual nightmare. I meant it.

So far, I think I am not faring that bad, eh?

#Anon

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 4 months

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What tf is “gamergate,” I keep seeing people bring it up and I didn’t read up on it because I was afraid it would be stupid

Hoo boy you don't ask the easy questions, do you?

Shortest possible answer, it was a movement that happened in 2014 exposing the incestuous relationship between gamedevs and the supposed impartial games journalists who covered them and reviewed their games. It was also the first time real proof was found showing that games journos from "competing" promotions would all get together to discuss how they would cover stories and what messages and narratives they were going to push, as well as the first real backlash against progressive left wing politics being shoved into video games. Unsurprisingly, games journos didn't like being exposed so they promptly labeled anyone who publicly spoke against them as a racist, misogynist, etc, etc. There were dozens of article published from games journos attacking gamers as a whole and the whole controversy was called GamerGate (a term coined by Adam Baldwin of Firefly and Full Metal Jacket fame on twitter, believe it or not), partially to make fun of the post Watergate trend of sticking a "gate" suffix onto the end of any controversy. To this day, salty, biased games journos will not stop reeing about being exposed as partisan hacks, which is why every once and a while one of them will bring up the GamerGate "harassment campaign" to deflect criticism of their own reporting or biases. And to be fair, there was harassment on both sides (far more from the "anti-GamerGate" establishment side, and all of it condoned up and down by mainstream games journalism and regular media), but at its core GamerGate was always about exposing dishonest, biased media, fighting back against political agendas being put into games, and defending gaming as a hobby.

For a longer summary that goes in depth, you can read through these

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legallybrunettedotcom · 7 months

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making a stupid zine will have you feeling like you're a journalist working in the washington post or wherever when the watergate scandal kicked off. like... what is my problem? calm down. you're not getting paid.

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lastweeksshirttonight · 8 months

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Topics I hope this week's LWT is about:

- That TSA bit that got cut for Stupid Watergate bullshit back in the Trump administration

- An oral history of LMFAO

- A deep dive into the US Video Game Crash of 1983

I will accept him rambling about anything honestly lbr but these three things seem like they could be pulled off with 4 days notice.

#john oliver #last week tonight #last week tonight with john oliver #lmfao the band

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 3 days

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Sea, can you explain the LiveNation - OVG scenario?

This is a summary of the Justice Department’s argument.

The Justice Dept. argues that Live Nation/ Ticketmaster operates as a monopoly that locks venues and artists into exclusive contracts. The result is higher ticket prices for consumers (and the lawsuit was partly a result of the debacle of Taylor Swift’s tickets in the USA).

The complaint specifically mentions Oak View Group. As we know, Oak View is Irving Azoff’s business with ownership of major new arenas (including the Manchester Co-op). Azoff owns artist management (Full Stop Management), a performance right group (Global Music Rights). Apparently Azoff founded Oak View after a 2-year noncompete expired (with TM, since Azoff had been Ticketmaster’s CEO). Oak View now operates a huge business in concessions.

In the DOJ complaint:

“According to the complaint, Live Nation-Ticketmaster has unlawfully maintained monopolies in several concert promotions and primary ticketing markets and engaged in other exclusionary conduct affecting live concert venues, including arenas and amphitheaters. The complaint further alleges that Live Nation-Ticketmaster’s exclusionary practices fortify and protect what it refers to as its “flywheel.” The flywheel is Live Nation-Ticketmaster’s self-reinforcing business model that captures fees and revenue from concert fans and sponsorship, uses that revenue to lock up artists to exclusive promotion deals, and then uses its powerful cache of live content to sign venues into long term exclusive ticketing deals, thereby starting the cycle all over again. Live Nation-Ticketmaster’s anticompetitive conduct creates even more barriers for rivals to compete on the merits. Specifically, Live Nation-Ticketmaster engaged in a variety of tactics to eliminate competition and monopolize markets:

Relationship with Oak View Group: Live Nation-Ticketmaster exploits its longtime relationship with Oak View Group, a potential competitor-turned-partner that has described itself as a “hammer” and “protect[or]” for Live Nation. In recent years, Oak View Group has avoided bidding against Live Nation for artist talent and influenced venues to sign exclusive agreements with Ticketmaster. For example, Live Nation has scolded Oak View Group multiple times for trying to compete. In one instance, Live Nation asked, “who would be so stupid to . . . play into [an artist agent’s] arms,” and on another occasion, Live Nation stated, “let’s make sure we don’t let [the artist agency] now start playing us off.”

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I interpret this as having 2 parts to the LN-OVG relationship.

First, OVG has abetted the LN-TM monopoly, by avoiding competitive bidding for concert promotion and talent negotiations. It means that OVG have encouraged their own artists and venues to go along with Live Nation’s contractual terms, serving as LN’s enforcer. If LN gets what it wants, they all benefit from the extra money.

Here’s a little history :

OAK VIEW WAS IDEALLY SUITED TO SERVE as Live Nation’s “hammer” because Azoff has been the music industry’s chief enforcer dating back to the 1970s, when he made his name as one of the most powerful men in rock music by displaying quick wits and a knack for the sort of details that might escape David Geffen. As the manager of Steely Dan, Boz Scaggs, Jimmy Buffett, and the Eagles, Azoff deftly wielded access to the era’s hottest musical acts to help political candidates get around post-Watergate campaign finance laws that capped the amount of cash they could accept from a single donor by hosting massive concert fundraisers. He was legendarily good at both supplying rock stars with drugs and hiding them from the authorities. (“Irving’s role was to keep us out of prison, basically,” recalled Eagles guitarist Joe Walsh in 2020.) And in 1970, he saved a Memorial Day concert festival from being shut down by a circuit court judge who deemed it an improper use of land zoned for agricultural use by rebranding the event as a cattle auction that would happen to feature live music from 30 bands.

Azoff spent the 1980s helming MCA Records, which spent much of that decade under an FBI investigation into organized-crime ties that was ultimately shelved at the personal direction of then-Attorney General Ed Meese. (One of several books on the investigation suggests that various MCA executives were somehow connected to Iran-Contra.)

During those same years, however, Azoff kept a wide array of side hustles in the concert and marketing businesses. He helped promote a Jackson family reunion tour alongside boxing promoter Don King that ended up getting him sued by the operators of the Fabulous Forum in Los Angeles—a venue he would come to control when his buddy and longtime business partner Jim Dolan, scion of a New York cable industry fortune, acquired it in 2012; he launched a marketing firm with then-Ticketmaster CEO Fred Rosen in 1990 to capitalize on the company’s surfeit of valuable consumer data; and he worked on a radio syndication venture with Robert Kardashian, the famous O.J. Simpson attorney whose wife is still close friends with Azoff’s wife Shelli.

Around the turn of the millennium, the company now known as Live Nation was a voracious debt-financed rollup of a couple dozen regional concert promoters and 120 venues called SFX that was—perhaps simply as a ploy in its negotiations with Ticketmaster—threatening to launch its own ticketing service, and Azoff and Leiweke were tapped by oil billionaire Phil Anschutz to helm a potential SFX competitor that could lure away talent and venues from the emerging juggernaut; Azoff’s team wooed Britney Spears’s concert tour the following year, but it would never come close to rivaling the SFX footprint. In 2007, Live Nation announced it was going to allow its Ticketmaster contract to expire and was launching a competing ticketing service, leading Ticketmaster to begin talks to merge with Azoff’s upstart competitor AEG Live; the following year, Ticketmaster instead bought Azoff’s talent management company Front Line and appointed him as its new CEO. Azoff in turn immediately began talks to merge with Live Nation.

The reason why Live Nation can dominate the market is because OVG has created run-arounds with anti-trust laws designed to protect consumers. A new competitor firm comes around, OVG gets it shut down. Artists rebel against Live Nation, Azoff makes sure they have nowhere else to go. If the DOJ is investigating, Azoff invites the government officials to join his board— it’s always more lucrative on the business side.

Azoff (along with Live Nation CEO Michael Rapino) is also an old hand at using consumer data to jack up prices. “[H]e launched a marketing firm with then-Ticketmaster CEO Fred Rosen in 1990 to capitalize on the company’s surfeit of valuable consumer data; and he worked on a radio syndication venture with Robert Kardashian, the famous O.J. Simpson attorney whose wife is still close friends with Azoff’s wife Shelli.”

In short, Live Nation and Ticketmaster are able to monopolize the market because Irving Azoff played a big role in enabling it to skirt the antitrust laws, buy off competitors and government officials, and kill the competition.

Oh wait— last addendum.

Irving Azoff is why Harry Styles dated a Kardashian, why he’s friends with Cindy Crawford’s family, why he did an MSG residency and owns a bit of the Manchester Co-op, and why his best friend is Jeff Azoff. Irving is the explanation to the sentimental education and soul (or lack thereof?) of Harry Styles.

#live nation #Ticketmaster #department of justice #live nation antitrust #irving azoff #oak view group #26 May 2024

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