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soupinaboot · 2 months

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Fuck it. Every Steve Harrington headcannon I have because I've been rotating that boy in my head like a pig on a stick

- Has had glasses since he was young but mostly wore contacts throughout high school due to being bullied in middle school for looking like a nerd

- Plays the piano or the violin, your pick

- In addition to the piano, he mostly plays jazz cause thats my favorite genre and I think it would be his too

- Has ALWAYS had horrible migraines but have since been a lot more difficult to deal with due to you know all that other shit that's been going on

- Does not know popular culture, I know it's very popular within the fandom that he only listences to what's on the radio or watchs only the recent released movies but that boy could barely name a single movie he does NOT know popular shit (this also goes with my jazz headcannon that he mostly just listenes to jazz in the car or at home)

- Surprisingly amazing at chess, no one in the party has managed to beat him

- Horror fan(books,shows,movies,etc)

- His best subject in school was math and I will die on this hill

- Between him and Eddie, he is the black cat

- Bisexual obviously, but a really do like the headcanon that he kinda knew he liked boys when he was younger and doesn't need Robin or Eddie to tell him(he was the one telling Robin that Vickie could like both just saying)

- Also asexual maybe

- Can cook

- SMOKER!!! He smokes in the first season, and in the third he makes a reference to smoking marijuana, he is NOT new to this

- Has really bad bedhead

- I can see him as having some form of OCD or ADHD

I'm forgetting most so be prepared for a part 2

Part 2

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nymime · 11 months

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Steve harrington is fucking good in Chess, he could easily go to Chess Olympics and get in the top 10 best players.

He started playing when he was around 6-7, his nonna teach him with and old and beautiful chess board made of wood, the pieces of chess where shiny and not made with the traditional black and white and materials, no, they where made of a green bright stone that he can’t remember the name, and the other half where bones of animals that where already dead.

Steve was the one who ask to play someday, and nonna excited access to teach him. He was good, a natural you can say, and he enjoyed so much, that every time he was at nonna’s house, they play, not always following the rules, sometime they change them and makes originals, with backstory’s and wars. But nonna dies when he was 12 and he stop playing, even so he remember how to play.

Now, the chessboard and the pieces are save in an old oak box with the carving “Stevie and Nonna Lina chessboard.”

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ladykailitha · 2 months

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6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

The Harrington Pattern

(also curious about the inspiration for the title, but I can’t remember if you’ve mentioned that before… Sorry I missed it if you have!)

Fanfic author asks here.

**bounces excitedly**

I love this fic sooooo much!

It's special because I'm a history nerd too, and while there maybe some contextual clues in the show where Steve talked about WWII, there's not all said about Steve in general, so I love giving him hobbies and interests outside of SportsTM.

I've given him piano and guitar playing (because Joe Keery plays both), chess player, hair stylist, artist, and now sewing. And history.

I also address the show's casual racism toward Lucas. Something that I don't see brought up in fics. In the Lucas book (that I haven't read but according to the wiki) he feels a connection to the black players on the basketball team and how it pulls him away from DND, like Jeff isn't fucking right there.

So I wanted to show a little bit about Lucas and Jeff feeling a kinship with each other as they both battled being a nerd and black.

As for the title, it hasn't gotten to that part of the story yet where I tell why it's called that, but I do hint at it a little when Steve is finishing up Will's tunic. In everything thing Steve alters or sews, he puts in a little embroidery into the hem to mark it as his. Most of the time, it's the same color or as close as he can get as the item he's making so it's invisible, but on his own tunic its a striking silver against the white and blue of the material.

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha answers #asks #fanfic game

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criesinliess · 2 years

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━SEPTEMBER 2022; susan's recs

MARVEL

━━BUCKY BARNES

the ring @irndad

━━PIETRO MAXIMOFF

euphoria @pietropatrol

━━LOKI LAUFEYSON

feel something @heliads

SPIDER-MAN

━━ANDREW!PETER PARKER

no words needed @genesisrose74

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

webb of unfortunate events @ohtobeleah

MARAUDER'S ERA

━━SIRIUS BLACK

grand sheme @fishley

chemistry @violetrainbow412-blog

birthday; part 2 @↑

camp @↑

friday, i'm in love @↑

GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

delusional @fishley

all’s good @magpiencrow

graphology @syllvane

━━MATTHIAS HELVAR

temptress @magpiencrow

fire and ice @↑

━━JESPER FAHEY

not what it looks like @magpiencrow

shut up @↑

━━NIKOLAI LANTSOV

princess @magpiencrow

i’m sorry @↑

crestfallen — masterlist @↑

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY

━━CONRAD FISHER

finally @mentally-in-northern-italy

ZOMBIES

━━WYATT LYKENSEN

chess @heliads

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

steve takes care of his drunk gf @lurkymurker

DIVERGENT

━━PETER HAYES

us against the world @heliads

safe with you @↑

TEEN WOLF

━━THEO RAEKEN

what to do @heliads

━━BRETT TALBOT

the cheerleader and the lacrosse player @heliads

at the café @↑

the bite @↑

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

simp for you @destourtereaux

━━TOPPER THORNTON

stealing kisses @toriswrites

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raypakorn · 2 years

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Another month has came and went so here is some of the awesome sets/fanart that have crossed my dash. Will be setting up my queue to give all these sets some more love that they deserve. Thank you for continuing to share your gifts with the fandom!

911/911 Lone Star

3x04 911LS + purple, season 3 quotes, & nancy + bi colors by @lutavero

the 126 + not mine to carry by @embeddedinmybrain

evan buckley + tsunami arc by @drinkcrywrite

paramedic tk by @diaaz

3x13 + mateo & the shoe by @maxbegone

tk x carlos + their journey so far by @rafael-silva

journey through lone star season 3 episodes by @ropoto

KinnPorsche

Ep. 8 posters by @nellsdani

kinn x porsche + let your heart fly & the theerapanyakul brothers by @porscheskinns

be the chess player, kinn x porsche + ep 11 moments, kinn x porsche + trust by @gusucloud

hiding out: a vegas guide & the family braincells by @spicyvampire

kinn x porsche + ep 9 & pride colors by @elnotwoods

vegas x pete + seven devils by @liyazaki

kinn x porsche hug by @evenasyoungastheyare

Stranger Things

running up that hill scene by @deenafier

will x mike + the archer by @park-sieuns

the older core four by @stevelives

max mayfield in vol 1 by @steverobin

nancy wheeler + pink by @kieumy

will byers + outside life by @inadequate-nefelibata

chrissy x eddie + my conscience burning, volume one music, & volume one episodes by @hellshee

mike wheeler + blue & red by @shivyroys

el hopper + the fruits by @maguiretobey

steve harrington + tv tropes, hawkins locations & steve harrington + season 4 by @denimveststeve

robin x nancy + gold rush by @diazchristopher

soulmates can be friends too by @nicknellsons

steve harrington + babysitter commercial by @jakeyp

the watergate four by @yasmin-finney

group dynamics by @jennaortegas

will x mike + sunshine/sunshine protector by @clarkegriffins

volume one title cards by @scinnlaece

hawkins vs the upside down by @stevesdemobat

eddie munson quotes by @dunadain

robin x nancy + lovers rock by @lizzies

Heartstopper

tara x darcy + sunshine & sunshinesexual by @dandilicn

relationships as romcoms by @jakeyp

fav ep + kiss & nick nelson profile by @arthurpendragonns

locations by @simon-eriksson

characters by @kamala-khann

nick nelson + there’s a boy by @olisgifs

Misc

emily x sue + orange by @shegos

dani x jamie + pink/yellow by @binariesuns

alexis rose + gold by @alexisrosemullens

jesper fahey + favorite character by @maddiebuckley

kate x anthony + bee in your bonnet by @yenvengerberg

fear street + fav quote, twenty five twenty one ep 5, twenty five twenty one ep 1 by @nellsdani

patrick brewer + coming out by @smblmn

peter x mj + sun, moon & stars by @miriammaisel

sister beatrice + purple by @softmaevewiley

#cc appreciation #queue the love 💛

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ofswannsx · 2 years

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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟸𝟻; 𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝙽.

CASPIAN MCQUEEN.

when they say like father like son they were talking about caspian mcqueen. caspian, like his dad in his younger years, is an absolute menace. he’s a troubled kid to his core. not because of his parents’ divorce or middle kid syndrome, but because of his powers. for year he spent time running away from his problems, only to cause problems in the long run. he’s now learning that facing them head on the bravest ( and smartest ) thing he can do. when he’s not playing with the band you’ll find him out at sea with the love of his life, hallie.

INSPIRED BY : danny fenton / phantom ( danny phantom ) , percy jackson ( percy jackson ) , leonardo ( rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles ) , shawn hunter ( boy meets world ) , stiles stilinski ( teen wolf ) , steve harrington ( stranger things ) , klaus hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) , denki kamanari ( my hero academia )

𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻

BIRTH NAME. caspian sawyer mcqueen NICKNAMES. cas DATE OF BIRTH. may 27. AGE. twenty-six. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him SPECIES. human. POWERS. ability to speak to and see ghosts. full powers here. SEXUALITY. bisexual PLACE OF BIRTH. elias, california. CURRENT RESIDENCE. elias, california. OCCUPATION. bass player for paradise on the horizon

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

HEIGHT. 5'9" BUILD. toned. HAIR COLOUR/STYLE. brunette and curly when it grows out. EYE COLOUR. blue. PIERCINGS. right ear. he wears a little sword earring. TATTOOS. x. NOTABLE MARKINGS. white streak in his hair he gained from dying and coming back to life. GLASSES/CONTACTS ? neither. FACECLAIM. brandon flynn. VOICECLAIM. brandon flynn with like a slight british dialect. ( X )

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷

PHYSICAL AILMENTS. none. ALLERGIES. none. SLEEPING HABITS. his sleeping habits are terrible. EXERCISE HABITS. he surfs, boxes, swims and skateboards. EMOTIONAL STABILITY. 6/10. BODY TEMPERATURE. he’s ice cold. DOMINANT HAND. right. DRUGS / SMOKE / ALCOHOL ? no / weed / yes

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

POSITIVE TRAITS. witty, funny, compassionate, laid-back, passionate NEGATIVE TRAITS. refuses to take things seriously, immature, sarcastic, easily checks out. USUAL MOOD. energized. LIKES. sharks, skateboarding, gummy snacks, giving dante gray hair, being out at sea, his mother’s adventure stories, pirates, surfing with his dad, making pasta with mama and then eating it, nail polish, pirates, traveling with hallie, jam sessions with the band, swords DISLIKES. feeling uncomfortable in any sense, disappointing the people he loves, when dante humbles him, when nina reads his mind, being lectured, having to be a big brother ( that’s what dante’s for ), living in his father’s and brother’s shadow, sunburns, when ghosts bother him at inconvenient times, ectoplasm episodes BAD HABITS. going awol without telling anyone, being inconsiderate of others feelings, not dealing with problems, doesn’t apply himself

𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

MOTHER. elizabeth swann, step mom fran bernoulli FATHER. montgomery mcqueen SIBLINGS. dante, elise, nina, athena, stefan, enzo & serafina mcqueen CHILDREN. none. BIRTH ORDER. third of too many kids // first child of monty & lizzie. SIGNIFICANT OTHER. hallie santucci, partner in holy matrimony CLOSEST FRIENDS. percy hawkins, flynn fitzherbert, katrina skellington, sofia paguro-scrofano, this could be you !

𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂

ZODIAC SIGN. gemini. MBTI. entp TEMPERAMENT. sagninue-melanholic. HOGWARTS HOUSE. gryffindor. MORAL ALIGNMENT. chaotic good.

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 & 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂

LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, italian & spanish. DRIVE ? yes, speed he is speed. JUMP START A CAR ? yes. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE ? yes. RIDE A BICYCLE ? yes .... but motorcycles are cooler don’t tell his dad. SWIM ? yes, are you joking me he lives in the ocean basically. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT ? yes, it’s like his profession. PLAY CHESS ? no. BRAID HAIR ? yes, his sisters forced him to. TIE A TIE ? yes. PICK A LOCK ? yes. SEW ? no.

COMPASSION. 8/10.

EMPATHY. 7/10.

CREATIVITY. 7/10.

MENTAL FLEXIBILITY. 6/10.

PASSION. 10/10.

LUCK. 5/10.

MOTIVATION. 5/10.

EDUCATION. 10/10.

INTELLIGENCE. 7/10.

CHARISMA. 9/10.

REFLEXES. 7/10.

WILLPOWER. 5/10.

STAMINA. 8/10.

PHYSICAL STRENGTH. 7/10.

BATTLE SKILL. 5/10.

INITIATIVE. 5/10.

RESTRAINT. 5/10.

STRATEGY. 4/10.

TEAM WORK. 5/10.

( PINTEREST, HIS TAG, PLAYLIST. )

#watask #* .・ i think i am a better ghost than i am a human being » caspian.#my favorite menace

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magical-stevie-stuff · 2 years

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Marauders era personalities (in FTJWGA)

James potter; A real team player. Worlds best host. Good at making things fun for everyone involved. Enjoys when people play along with his games/shenanigans. Good at Improv and physical comedy. Gets carried away easily. Howl Pendragon (howls moving castle -book), Steve Harrington (stranger things). Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: thinks its lily who hates him at first, but its actually peter

Sirius Black; golden retriever, the offensive defense. Punk in a pop kind of way. Follows and copies. Tricked easily. I’m sorry its true. Its because he wears his heart on his sleeve. Really wants to be James. Demisexual bisexual disaster. Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: thinks its his fondness for remus but its actually copying james,

Remus Lupin: Not sarcastic but witty, observant, logical and sharp as a whip unless tired. Always tired. patience for everyone INCLUDING himself. Control issues. Really likes that James takes the lead and the responsibility. Pranks are actually fun for him because of this. Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: thinks it’s sirius black but its actually isolating themselves.

Peter Pettigrew: deeply sarcastic. Great at puns. hates puns. Loyal until you hurt him, then Would sell you to satan for one corn chip. Childhood friends with james, really enjoys remus’ humor. Only likes sirius when he plays along. No patience for sirius when he’s being a brat. Jealous of Lily. Five (umbrella academy) Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: thinks its james but its actually the friends after james that ruin him.

Lily: kind to everyone except herself, but will bite back at those who try to tear her down. Great at pep-talks. sophie (howls moving castle-book) Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: she thinks its cake and stuff but its actually Severus.

Marlene: sporty lesbian, would pick a fight. Tallest of the group. Messy blonde curls. Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: she thinks its sports (because everyone in the 70s says thats for boys) but its actually - .

Dorcas: shy. painfully shy. Mumbles. Only comes out of shell to marlene. Does not care for the boys. But she’s a people pleaser and gets roped in shenanigans sometimes, never as an active participant. Often the accidental victim of pranks gone wrong. 4’11” short babe energy. Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: she thinks its marlene corrupting her but its actually her inability to say no. Like that time she dated peter. That was a mistake.

Mary: cool and collected. Takes no shit, starts no drama. Wants fuck all to do with you people most of the time. Kind of punk in an actual nonchalant way. Fashionable unlike literally everyone else here. Has good taste in music and wine. Doesn’t think she’s better than you. Protohipster? she’s one of the 12 adopted children of Josephine Baker. Thing they are fond of that isnt good for them: isolating herself.

Others;

Regulus: people pleaser who learns to stand up for himself in the end.

Severus: people pleaser who only gets worse until he pleases no one and is terrible. Goes from 1 to -1 and breaks the game like ghandi in civ5.

Minerva McGonagall; thinks this is all fucking hilarious but is an ex cop with a poker face of steel.

Dumbledore; seems like an old coot but is actually playing a depraved game of chess with everyone

Slughorn; seems like he’s playing a depraved game of chess with everyone but is actually an old coot.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #marauders #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar fanfiction #i did not mean to post this oops #this was meant to be for me #but i guess you can look at it too #i mean theres some slight spoilers for my fanfic #but like.

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cockasinthebird · 4 years

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Watching The Queen's Gambit on Netflix makes me wanna write something like

Chess prodigy Steve Harrington, preppy and stuck up and all very hoity toity and serious, loses his fucking mind if he ever loses a match, which has happened very very few times, so rarely that people forget, but he remembers all too vividly, nightmares and late nights going over and over those matches, an old and worn chessboard on the floor where he can see the moon and stars through the living room windows

And Billy, his second, absolutely brilliant but too wild and unruly and temperamental to play in most professional tournaments himself, he once physically attacked his opponent, who was afterward bribed to keep quiet about the incident by Steve and his family fortune, and Billy was "banned" from participating in anything too serious due to being too "emotionally unpredictable"

They travel the states and Europe together, definitely just a world class player and his assistant, separate rooms but only one bed is ever actually used, nothing more

Occasionally they're seen spending time together in public outside of tournaments, but mostly in hotel bars or pools or spas, nothing too suspicious, of course they'd be friends considering how much they travel together

#Harringrove #My writing #Now I suck at chess #I've only won a handful of games #But I love it???#Everyone should watch #The Queen's Gambit #AND LISTEN TO THE MUSICAL #Chess in Concert #Which is my FAVOURITE MUSICAL #With Josh Groban #And Idina Menzel #And fucking Adam Pascal #And Kerry Ellis #Today is a big brain day huh

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myrecordcollections · 5 years

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The London Muddy Waters Sessions is a studio album by Muddy Waters, released in 1972 on Chess Records. A follow-up to 1971's The London Howlin' Wolf Sessions, the concept was to combine American bluesmen with British blues/rock stars. The album was an attempt to capitalize on the British rediscovering of traditional blues music and blues artists.

The London Muddy Waters Sessions won the 1972 Grammy Award for Best Ethnic or Traditional Folk Recording; it marked the second of six times that Muddy Waters would win that award.

The album features Waters on acoustic guitar, backed by Sammy Lawhorn and Rory Gallagher on guitar, Carey Bell Harrington on harmonica, Rick Grech on bass, George Fortune and Steve Winwood on piano and organ, Mitch Mitchell from Jimi Hendrix Experience and Herbie Novelle on drums and Rosetta Hightower on vocals, Ernie Royal and Joe Newman on trumpet, Garnett Brown on trombone and Seldon Powell on tenor saxophone.

Irish blues-rocker Gallagher, who began a successful solo career following the demise of his trio, Taste, provided bitten-off riffs and slightly speedy edge on tracks like "Young Fashion Ways". Winwood reprised his keyboard role on the Howlin' Wolf sessions, making appearances on three tracks. Fortune, a swinging-jazz-blues player, played on the remaining tracks.

Mitchell, who had worked with Georgie Fame's Blues Flames prior to joining the Jimi Hendrix Experience and drew his greatest inspiration from jazzmen such as Elvin Jones, played on most of the album. On the shuffles like "I'm Ready" and "Blind Man Blues", the drummer is New York session veteran Novelle.

Grech was best known as one-fourth of Blind Faith, together with Winwood. (It is also noteworthy that Blind Faith included two ex-Cream members, Ginger Baker and Eric Clapton -- the latter having played on The London Howlin' Wolf Sessions.) But at this juncture, Grech had become a member of Traffic, another band led by Winwood.

Blues harp man Carey Bell was essential. Like Muddy, Bell was born in Mississippi and came of age in Chicago; Like Lawhorn, he was a long-time member of Waters band, having previously worked with John Lee Hooker, Eddie Taylor and Earl Hooker, among others. Bell alternated between a standard Marine Band harp and the big double-key chromatic harp which was his specialty.

#London #London Muddy Waters Session #Blues #Muddy Water #rory gallagher #Mitch Mitchell #Steve Winwood #1971

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xfilescat · 6 years

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a river in egypt (steve harrington x female!reader)

word count: around 5k

warnings: language as per usual, it gets a bit saucy sometimes, & of course there’s a little angst because I apparently can’t write a story without it :,)

preview: “You may be at each other’s throats most of the time, but if there’s one thing you both always agree on, it’s that you definitely do not have feelings for each other. The kids, however, are deadset in their belief that you’re meant to be together, and Max once posited that maybe that’s why you’re constantly arguing—it’s your way of dealing with all of the “sexual tension” between you two (her words exactly). That theory threw you for a loop for a few days, but you’re positive it’s not true. Right?”

A/N: omg this bitch (me) finally posted something! it’s only been, what, seven years? i’m terribly sorry. ANYways, this is based on an idea from @32bees who is super nice btw! i kinda took their request and ran wayyy too far with it, but it’s fine. also i literally just made up the layout of Steve’s house (and ignored major plot points/character traits) as i wrote so just pretend it’s right. also btw spoons is a real game and it’s the SHIT! definitely recommend. also i totally ripped off scenes from an episode of new girl and from an episode of friends so if you catch that, don’t judge me! i just love those shows so much! anyway i hope u enjoy, friends! love you all <3

If someone had told you a few months ago—before you’d been clued in to the whole Upside Down fiasco—that you’d be spending most of your senior year with a bunch of middle schoolers and Steve Harrington, you’d have laughed in their face. Well, maybe not so much about the middle schoolers part, because you babysit all the time and you love kids. But the Steve part? No way, you would’ve said. That’s crazy—you’d never even talked to the guy before. Yet here you are, standing on his porch waiting for him to come to the door, a plate of cookies in your hands and a smile on your face. You absolutely love nights like this.

The door flies open a moment after you knock, but it’s not Steve who opens it. Dustin grins at you before turning to the living room. “Y/N’s here,” he shouts before he looks back at you—more specifically, at what you’re holding. “Ooh, cookies! Let me help you with those,” Dustin says, grabbing the plate and dashing back inside. You chuckle, following him into the house and closing the door behind you. “I feel like you guys only invite me to these things ’cause I always bring food,” you call out, taking off your shoes and coat and placing them in the hall closet.

All you hear in response is incoherent yelling. You smile to yourself. Everyone must be involved in some kind of contentious board game. The last time you were here, you guys spent ten minutes crawling around the room searching for a missing chess piece because a disgruntled Lucas had flipped the board after a devastating loss to Max. These people take their games seriously, not unlike yourself.

You round the corner into the living room. Not a lot of things surprise you anymore, but you’re definitely confused when you see everybody sitting in a circle on the floor, playing cards in their hands and a pile of spoons in front of them. They’re all eating your cookies, too. You cross the room and take a seat between Will and El. “Hi guys. If you don’t mind my asking, what the heck are you doing?”

Everyone greets you with a smile, and El turns to you. “Playing spoons!”

“What’s spoons?”

“Dustin taught us.”

You look to Dustin for further explanation. He sets his cards down with a sigh. “Okay, this is like my third time going over this because somebody—,” he pauses to glare at Lucas, “—doesn’t know how to listen. Basically, everyone gets four cards to start. The goal of the game is to get four of a kind. The dealer—which is me—takes one card from the deck and passes it around. If you need that card, you keep it and get rid of another card, ’cause you can only have four in your hand at a time. Whoever gets all their cards first gets to take a spoon, and once that person takes one, everyone else can too. There are enough spoons for every player but one. If you’re the only player left without a spoon, you’re out.”

You nod slowly. “Got it. Why spoons, though?”

Mike, who’s sitting between Dustin and El, shrugs. “Why not spoons?”

“Touché. Alright, deal me in, Dusty. And get ready to lose.”

Dustin shakes his head. “I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

You smirk playfully. “Oh, you think you can beat me?”

“No, I know I can’t, but Steve’s won every round we’ve played so far. He’s, like, a spoons prodigy. Undefeatable.”

You level your gaze at Steve, who’s directly across from you and grinning smugly. “Not for long, he’s not.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Okay, Y/L/N, show us what you’ve got.”

“I intend to, Harrington.”

For some unknown reason, Steve brings out a furiously competitive side of you. You ponder this as Dustin reshuffles the deck and starts handing out cards. Whether it’s playing board games, giving the kids advice, or leading expeditions into other dimensions, you’re always trying to one-up Steve and he seems to be just as ambitious to win as you are. Further, the two of you are always disagreeing on things, and those disagreements are heightened by your competitive natures—neither of you ever want to admit you’re wrong. You once argued for a good five minutes about whether cats were better than dogs, and you would’ve kept going all night if Max hadn’t shouted at you both to shut up.

Of course, all of this arguing is in good fun. Steve’s become your closest friend and confidant over the past few months and you don’t know what you’d do without him. You’d never have thought that the infamous King Steve would actually be extremely kind, caring, and protective—especially of you and the kids. You love him (as a friend, obviously), but something about him just… you don’t know. He just gets you so fired up sometimes.

The game begins, and it’s not long before you get the hang of it. In fact, you’ve managed to make it to the semi-finals: it’s just you, Steve, and Will left in the circle. You’re going for sevens, you’ve decided. You’ve currently got three out of four and you’re pretty sure you’ve got this in the bag. Will passes you a card face-down and you try to maintain your poker face when you see that it’s the last seven. Nonchalantly passing an unnecessary five off to Steve, you surreptitiously reach for one of the two spoons in front of you.

Steve catches you and quickly grabs the other one. Will’s still staring at his cards, but he looks up when he hears you and Steve cheering. “Oh, man,” he groans, dropping his cards and standing up to join the rest of the Party, who are devouring the rest of your cookies on the couch. “Better luck next time, buddy,” you say as you place your spoon back into the center.

Steve stares you down as he collects all the cards and shuffles the deck. “Ready to lose?”

You laugh. “You wish. Deal.”

He smiles at you brightly before he complies, and you’re not sure why you feel your face heat up. It’s not like you to get flustered, especially not around Steve. You may be at each other’s throats most of the time, but if there’s one thing you both always agree on, it’s that you definitely do not have feelings for each other. The kids, however, are deadset in their belief that you’re meant to be together, and Max once posited that maybe that’s why you’re constantly arguing—it’s your way of dealing with all of the “sexual tension” between you two (her words exactly). That theory threw you for a loop for a few days, but you’re positive it’s not true. Right? You quickly look down at your cards and pretend to be very invested in them. Steve notices.

“What, are you nervous, Y/N?” He sounds cocky, and you roll your eyes.

“No. Not at all. Let’s go.”

The Party has moved from the couch back to the circle, eager to watch the final round. They seem to have chosen sides: Dustin, Lucas, and Max are cheering for Steve and Will, Mike, and El are rooting for you. Dustin is by far the most enthusiastic.

“C’mon, Steve! Kick her ass!”

“Henderson, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Right. Sorry.”

You and Steve play for a little while, exchanging trash talk that makes the kids laugh like crazy. This time, you’re going for kings. You’ve only got two, and you’re starting to get worried. “Maybe you should go for something else,” Mike whispers. You shake your head, staring daggers at the cards in front of you. “I know what I’m doing.”

“You sure about that?”

You snap your head up at the sound of Steve’s question, fearing the worst. You shriek when you see him holding the spoon. “NO! No! No way! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

He passes you his cards with a smirk. He’s got four queens. “Sorry, sweetheart. Like Dustin said: undefeatable.”

You throw all of the cards down in anguish and the kids erupt into cheers, chanting Steve’s name. Even your own fan club has joined in. So much for them being on your side. “Fuck you, Harrington,” you groan, standing up and throwing yourself onto the couch. Steve feigns shock. “Language, Y/N! Such a sore loser.”

“Shut the hell up. That wasn’t even a real game! I guarantee Dustin just made it up.”

Dustin narrows his eyes. “Did not! My mom taught me!”

“Whatever! All I’m saying is that I’m still better than Steve at everything else in the world—especially babysitting you assholes.”

The kids’ jaws drop at your boldness and Steve’s definitely shocked for real this time, but he instantly regains his composure. “Really, Y/N? You think so?”

“Oh, I know so.”

Max bursts out laughing. You turn to her. “What’s so funny? You don’t believe me?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. It’s Steve for sure.” Lucas and Dustin nod their agreement, and Steve flashes you another one of those infuriatingly arrogant grins. Well, you think with a frown, this isn’t exactly going your way. You sit up and cross your arms. “Guys, c’mon! I’ve been babysitting half of you since you were in elementary school. Steve’s only been doing it for, like, three months.”

“She’s got a point, guys,” Will says, and Mike nods. El follows suit. Looks like you’ve got your fan club back.

The others stand their ground, shrugging off your argument. “Don’t you remember him with that bat? You know, while you were off hiding in the back of the bus? He was amazing,” Lucas says.

You scoff. “That wasn’t babysitting.”

Dustin furrows his eyebrows. “Then what was it?”

“Stupidity. He could’ve died, and then who would’ve been there to save your asses? Me, of course.”

Max chuckles. “Oh, right, because you crying in the corner was very badass!”

“I wasn’t crying!” Okay, maybe you were, but it was a tough day, alright?

“Alright, that’s enough. Leave Y/N alone.” Steve says sternly. You’re pleasantly surprised that he’s coming to your rescue. “Hey, thanks,” you say with a smile. He grins back, sitting down next to you and glaring at the kids. “Now, I don’t want to hear another word about me being the better babysitter.” He throws his arm around your shoulder and lowers his voice to a stage-whisper. “We all know it’s true, but I don’t want her to cry again.”

You shove him off of you and leap to your feet. “That’s it! God, I hate you all. Not you guys,” you say, pointing to your little team of Will, Mike, and El, “but especially you, Steve.” He’s still too busy laughing at his own joke to respond, which makes you even angrier. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t thrown you off your game with that annoyingly perfect smile, you would’ve won the round of spoons and you wouldn’t be in this mess. Why is he suddenly doing this to you? Why are you losing all your senses around him while he remains totally composed? Why can’t you stop picturing that fucking smile? You hate this.

Dustin perks up. “Oh my god, I just got the best idea! I know how we can settle this!”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “How?”

“A contest! A babysitting contest!”

You tilt your head to the side, amused. “How would that even work?”

“Alright, hear me out: we’ll set up a bunch of events based on all of the classic babysitting skills: cooking, entertaining, putting the kids to bed, all that kinda stuff. Whoever wins the most events is the best babysitter!”

The kids all voice their support for this idea, and you and Steve exchange a look. “I’m in if you are,” he says. “I’m always down for a chance to wipe that smile off your face,” you retort. He breathes a laugh, shaking his head. “Okay, Dustin,” he says as he stands up next to you. “You’ve got us.”

The kids huddle up for a moment, whispering back and forth. After a minute, Dustin steps away and claps his hands together. “Great! First event: keeping the kids out of harm’s way. Go!”

You freeze. “What?”

“I call playing with matches,” Max shouts, heading towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, and I’ll run with scissors,” calls Will, following her.

“We’ll go run by the edge of the pool,” Mike says, sprinting to the back door with El in tow.

“And Dustin and I will raid Steve’s parents’ wine cabinet,” Lucas states triumphantly.

“THIS IS NOT WHAT WE AGREED TO,” you scream, running into the kitchen and yanking the offending items out of the kids’ hands. Steve apprehends Mike and El before they make it outside, and he shuts down Dustin and Lucas with just one look. “Not fuckin’ cool, you dickheads,” he says when you all return to the living room. You nod, breathing heavily. All that adrenaline has made the room feel much hotter, so you unzip your hoodie and throw it over the back of the couch. You’re tying your hair up into a high ponytail when Dustin says, “I think that round goes to Steve.”

You open your mouth to argue, but when you see the look on Steve’s face, you’re rendered speechless. It’s every bit as smug as it usually is, but there’s something more there, too. Something different. Something intense. He’s never looked at you this way before. You feel yourself blush furiously. What the hell is going on? You quickly cross your arms over your chest and jump back into the conversation. “Okay, Dustin. What’s the next round?”

The rest of the competition is a lot less harrowing, but you’re still reeling over the way Steve looked at you. Does he… no, hell no. There’s no way he likes you. I mean, any teenage guy would check out a teenage girl like that. It doesn’t mean anything. And any teenage girl would blush if a teenage guy checked her out like that, so that doesn’t mean anything, either. Neither of you like each other, nothing means anything, and everything is completely normal. Riiight?

To distract yourself from your inner turmoil, you decide to throw yourself into the contest with everything you have. You crushed Steve in the cooking round, which consisted of the two of you trying to make the best meal out of whatever you could find in Steve’s pantry. You lost to him, however, during the entertainment event. You just couldn’t match the way he could so effortlessly make the kids laugh—primarily by teasing you. This pattern continued: you won at one thing, he won at the next. The two of you were taking a water break in the kitchen when the kids called you out into the living room.

“Competitors, this is the final round. Score’s tied, so bring your A-game,” Lucas announces. “Are you guys ready?”

“I was born ready,” Steve says. You nod, tightening your ponytail.

Max clears her throat. “You’ll notice that Dustin is missing from the room.”

Steve grins. “That explains why it was so quiet all of a sudden.” There’s a muffled “Hey!” from somewhere in the house, and you giggle.

“Your goal is to find him before the other babysitter does. Ready… set… go!”

You two take off running and end up racing each other up the stairs. You make it to the top first and you’re halfway down the hallway when Steve grabs your arm, pulls you behind him, and sprints on ahead of you. You stomp your foot. “Cheater!” He’s already searching his bedroom, and you know Dustin wouldn’t have hidden in the guestroom or Steve’s parents’ room, so you eliminate those. You’re just about to check the bathroom when Steve runs in first, cutting you off again. You throw your hands up in frustration. “Oh my god! Stop doing that!”

He looks back at you and smirks. “Sorry. I don’t know about you, Y/L/N, but I’m playing to win.” You roll your eyes and opt for heading back to the first floor. You do a quick scan of the front hall before your eyes land on the closet. That's it! You can see light spilling out from the bottom of the door and you chuckle. Rookie mistake, Dustin. You dash over and throw the door open. Sure enough, he’s there, and you jump up and down in excitement. “Hell yes! I win! Fuck yeah!”

The rest of the Party runs into the room and Steve appears at the top of the stairs. When he sees you celebrating, he groans. “Shit! C’mon, Henderson, why’d you go for the most obvious spot?”

Dustin steps out with a mischievous smirk. “Because we knew at least one of you would fall for it.”

You narrow your eyes. “Fall for wh—”

You’re interrupted by Dustin pushing you into the closet and immediately slamming the door. Stunned, you trip backward over a pair of shoes and land ungracefully on the floor. “What the HELL?” You stand up and grab the handle, but it won’t turn. You bang on the door. “Dustin, let me out! This really isn’t funny!” You can tell your voice sounds panicked. You start to feel like you can’t breathe. You’re not so good with being alone in confined spaces. You hear Steve make his way down the stairs and across the foyer.

“Hey, let her out, man. I’m serious.” There’s that protective side of him, the one you never knew he had. It stirs up that flustered feeling in you again and you try to brush it off. You hear Dustin sigh defeatedly. “Alright, alright.” You breathe out in relief when the door opens up. However, instead of letting you climb out, Dustin pushes Steve in with you. Steve trips over the shoes just like you did before, landing at your feet with a thud. You look at each other in shock as the door shuts once more. This time, you hear someone slide something underneath the handle—probably a chair.

You give Steve your hand, pulling him upright. The two of you start pounding on the door. “You shitheads better let us out of here,” he yells.

“Stop knocking,” shouts Max.

You continue hitting the door. “No! Not until you tell us what the HELL is going on!”

“We would if you’d be quiet!”

“Oh.” You both stop.

“Okay, so you’re probably wondering why we’ve locked you in there,” Dustin calls.

Steve rolls his eyes. “No shit.”

“Well,” Max continues, “we lied when we told you that finding Dustin was the final round. This is the real final round.”

You scoff. “What, you want us to fight to the death in here or something?”

Lucas laughs. “The opposite, actually.”

You hear a slapping sound. “Stick to the script, you idiot!” It’s Mike speaking this time. “This last event is about not giving in. Babysitters can’t give in because then, kids would get away with anything they wanted.”

“Whoever gives in to their feelings first loses,” Dustin says proudly.

Fuck. You should’ve known they’d pull some stunt like this. Remember the time they told you and Steve they wanted to go out to dinner as a big group and then none of them showed up, leaving you and Steve alone on what was technically a date? Yeah. This isn’t surprising. “Oh my god,” you shout. “How many times do we have to tell you that we don’t have feelings for each other?”

“’Til you can say it honestly,” Max responds.

“I’m honestly going to kick all of your asses,” Steve yells.

“You’re in a river in Egypt, Steve,” Dustin says.

“What?”

“You’re in DENIAL!”

The kids burst into hysterics and you two groan. You try to appeal to their better nature one last time. “Please, guys. Please open the door.” Your voice is small and desperate and you can feel Steve’s eyes on you. The lights go out, and you inhale sharply. “Not falling for it, Y/L/N. Good luck,” Max chirps. You hear the group walk away, and after a moment the radio in the living room turns on.

You turn around so your back is against the door and slowly sink to the ground. “Hey, you okay?” Steve sounds concerned. You nod before remembering he can’t see you. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just really don’t like being closed in like this,” you say with a quick laugh. He sighs, sitting down next to you. “Those kids… they’re gonna be the death of me. They should’ve let you out.”

“S’okay, they didn’t know any better. This is probably a flawless plan in their minds.”

He chuckles. “Are you sure you’re alright? Because I’ll break the door down if you want me to.”

You smile. “Not necessary. I’ll be okay. It’s easier with you here.”

He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. He’s done stuff like that a million times since you two became friends because he’s naturally very touchy-feely, but this time, you feel butterflies in your stomach and your pulse starts racing. It’s unsettling. You decide to go back to teasing him in hopes that it’ll make things feel like normal again. “But honestly, I’d like to see you try to break down the door. Bet I could do it before you.”

He laughs. “You’re cute when you’re competitive.”

That catches you off guard. So much for returning to normalcy. “What?”

“You heard me.”

You blink. “I thought—I thought you said you didn’t have feelings for me.”

“Oh, I don’t. That’s just a fact.”

Your eyes have adjusted enough to the dark that you can sort of see him, so you look him dead in the eye. “Oh yeah? Well you’re insufferable when you’re competitive.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Insufferable, huh?” He leans back with a smirk like you just payed him a compliment.

“Yes! And that’s not a good thing, you dick! You make me so fucking mad. And I hate it when you smile at me like that when we’re arguing.”

“Like what? Like this?” He grins at you just like he did before the card game and your heart beats faster. You hope he can’t hear it.

“Ugh, yes! Stop it! I hate that!”

“Well, if I have to stop that, you have to stop getting all nervous and blush-y around me, ’cause I hate that.”

“That never happens,” you lie, feeling your face heat up.

“It’s literally happening right now.”

“Jesus, do you have superhuman vision or something? How the hell can you see that well in the dark?”

“Actually, it was just a guess, but now I know it’s true.”

You laugh in spite of yourself. “Fuck you.”

He pulls you closer. “You can if you want to.” You know he’s joking, but there’s an alarming hint of seriousness in his tone. You freak out.

“God, no! Stop it! You’re falling into the kids’ trap. They want us to live out one of those cliché movie scenes where the guy and the girl start making out in the middle of an argument.”

“Okay, okay. You’re right. Let’s just stop talking, then.”

“Wonderful idea.”

You’re grateful for the quiet. That conversation was giving you whiplash. You’ve spent so much time and energy trying to convince yourself that Steve doesn’t like you like that, and then all of a sudden, he comes right out and tells you that he does. And then he takes it back one second later. And then he invites you to fuck him, only half joking. It’s like a freakin’ roller coaster ride.

“I wouldn’t want to kiss you that way,” he says after a few minutes, breaking the silence.

“Wait, what? Wh-who said anything about kissing?”

“Um, you did, remember? When you were talking about the cliché movie scenes?”

“Oh. Right. Well, I don’t want to kiss you at all.”

He scoffs. “I don’t believe you. I know you like me, too.”

“Too?”

He sighs heavily. “Yes, I really do like you, okay? Can we both stop pretending now?”

“I’m not pretending,” you say as definitively as you can manage, looking away.

“Y/N,” he says gently, pulling you toward his chest. You push him away, stand up, and start knocking on the door. This is getting a little overwhelming, and you kinda feel like the walls are closing in. “Let us out, you jerks!”

Steve sighs. “They’re not gonna let us out.”

You ignore him. “Open the fucking door!”

“Y/N.”

You grow more and more frantic. “C’mon, guys, please!”

“Y/N!” He stands up and grabs your shoulders, spinning you away from the door. “Please stop it. Just talk to me.”

You look down. “I have to get out of here,” you say, your voice hoarse from yelling.

“Why won’t you admit you like me?”

You don’t answer.

“You can tell me anything, and you know that. So why are you lying?”

You finally meet his gaze. “Because what if it doesn’t work out?”

Damn. There it is. It’s definitely as surprising a response to you as it is to him. Oh my god, that’s why you’ve been denying your feelings for so long, that’s why you’ve been using arguing and competing with him as defense mechanisms, that’s why you feel like you can’t catch your breath right now. You’re scared.

Steve looks incredulous. “Why—why wouldn’t it work out?”

You sit back down and hug your knees to your chest. “Well, aside from the fact that we both know life likes to throw us major, earth-shattering curve balls,” you say with a humorless chuckle, “have you ever been in a relationship that didn’t crash and burn?”

He sits next to you, his shoulder touching yours. “No, but—”

“Exactly.”

Steve’s just about to respond when there’s a commotion outside and the door flies open. You both fall onto your backs on the hardwood. You look up and see the Party staring down at you.

“Shit, sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Dustin says with a suggestive wink.

“You’re not interrupting anything,” you reply as you climb to your feet and breeze past the kids into the living room. You can tell everyone’s staring at you. You grab your hoodie and hurriedly put it on.

“What’s with her?” You hear Max ask Steve quietly.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe she just got locked in a closet against her will! Anybody wanna tell me who’s bright idea that was?”

Everybody says a different name, and Steve sighs. You walk back across the foyer and pull open the front door.

“Are you leaving?” Dustin sounds confused.

“Just need some fresh air.”

“You forgot your shoes,” Lucas points out.

“I’m fine,” you say flatly, locking eyes with Steve before shutting the door a little harder than necessary. Hopefully he’ll take the hint and won’t do that thing where he follows you and tries to make you feel better. That’s a classic Steve move. You don’t need him, you tell yourself. Like you said: you’re fine.

Obviously you’re not really fine, though. Everything's pretty much falling to pieces, and all you want is to be able to erase everything that just happened. Also, you probably should’ve grabbed your shoes and coat because it’s still early March and there’s snow on the ground, but you don’t care. The cold is a welcome distraction from the realization that Steve likes you and he knows you like him. This is so not how you expected this night to go.

You hear the front door open and slam shut behind you. You jump half a foot in the air and whirl around. Steve’s standing there with his arms crossed indignantly. “What the hell, Harrington? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“You know, you’re kind of an idiot,” he says sharply.

You put your hands on your hips. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, you’re being stupid right now. So what if we’ve never been in relationships that lasted before? You’re missing the whole damn point. It’s so obvious.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t you get it? It’s only gotta last once. One time. Maybe nothing’s ever worked out before because it wasn’t supposed to, because maybe you and me are supposed to.”

For the second time tonight, he leaves you speechless for a moment. “You really feel that way?”

“I have for a long time,” he says, his voice softer now.

You meet his eyes and there’s nothing but sincerity there. You’re not sure how to respond, so you just say what comes to mind first. “You’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend, too.”

“I don’t wanna lose you.”

He closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re not losing a best friend, you’re gaining a boyfriend.”

You laugh. “You sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m in if you are.”

“Alright, Steve. You wore me down.”

He smiles that goddamn smile again, the one that breaks down all of your walls. You narrow your eyes. “Did we not just talk about that smile? You’ve gotta stop.”

“I’ll think about it. By the way, can I kiss you now, or would it still be too cliché?”

You instantly blush, and he rolls his eyes. “Oh my god, never mind. If you’re gonna do that every time, this definitely isn’t going to work out. I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Shut up,” you breathe as you lean in and press your lips to his.

Kissing him is nothing like you would’ve thought it would be. With all the buildup, all the flirtatious arguing and teasing, you expected fiery passion and urgency. However, he kisses you softly, sweetly, and slowly, like he’s got all the time in the world to do it. Your hands tangle in his hair and he gently pulls you up against him, deepening the kiss. It feels so incredibly right that you forget why you ever tried to resist him. Maybe the kids weren’t too far off when they said you were meant to be together.

After a little while, he pulls away. “I’m telling the kids you gave in first.”

Before you can tell him to fuck off, his lips are back on yours and you forget everything again. You can’t feel the ice under your socks or the wintry air on your skin anymore. This kiss is different. It’s intense. It’s hot enough to dry up a river in Egypt. He’s definitely a better kisser than you are, no contest. You’re never ever gonna admit that to him, though. No way.

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