can't blog today y'all, got things to do...

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admittedly, this kind of promo is funny, even if i take great issue with SySw.

I have to share this content from the Ukraine Charity match for my Phil appreciators (also my toheeb girlies)

Jamie Tartt + moments/looks that made me fall more in love w/ him

bonus:

Y/N: Why is your back all scratched up?

*Flashback to Rooster chasing a raccoon right after Y/N told him to leave it alone.*

Rooster: I’m having an affair.

Y/N: You chased the raccoon, didn’t you?

Rooster: No, I’m having an affair!

off-limits

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (henderson!reader)

warnings: some swearing

word count: 1k

summary: your brother accidentally finds out who you’re dating and he doesn’t take it very well.

a/n: im obsessed with him im sorry

“Steve has a shirt just like that.” Dustin said, his mouth full. “Don’t you, Steve?” Steve met your eyes over the table, his eyes wide.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so.” He lied. Dustin shrugged.

“Oh, never mind then.” You waited for him to leave before meeting Steve’s eyes again.

“Better not give me that shirt back in case he notices.” He whispered. You didn’t want to keep your relationship with Steve a secret from your brother, but he had mentioned on a number of occasions that you were off-limits to him. You had both agreed to hide it for a while, until you could figure out how to tell him. A while had quickly turned into almost a year and now it was a common occurrence for the two of you to slip up and you’d end up wearing something of Steve’s at breakfast.

“We have to tell him sometime.” You said quietly. It wasn’t the first time you had said that but each time you tried to tell him, you chickened out, worried about what Dustin would say when he found out his best friend was dating his sister.

You heard a gentle tap on your window. You smiled softly, rushing over to open it.

“Sleep over tonight. Please?” Steve whispered, kissing you softly. You nodded quickly, a grin on your face. “I got-” you quickly shushed him.

“Whisper, Steve. His room is right there, remember?” You hissed.

“Sorry. I got A Nightmare on Elm Street for us to watch.” He murmured, a soft smile on his face. He knew how much you loved that movie.

“Let me grab my shoes.” You whispered, looking around your room for them. “Wait there.” You hissed, realising you must have left them by the front door. You gently opened your door, tiptoeing out to the kitchen.

“What are you doing up?” Dustin asked, a cup of water in his hand. You froze.

“Uh, thirsty.” You said quickly.

“Night then.” He said, walking back to his room. You sighed. That was close. You walked quickly back to your room, shoes in one hand. Steve was lying on your bed, flipping through the book that was on your dresser.

“Turn the light off! He’s literally walking around!” You whispered, rolling your eyes at how careless Steve was. “You coming?” You asked, climbing out of your window.

Steve sighed softly in your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist. You opened your eyes, squinting as the light streamed into your eyes. You loved peaceful mornings like these, waking up when the sun woke you, Steve’s arms around you.

“Steve?” A familiar voice called, the door opening. “What the fuck!” Dustin yelled.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, hiding your face in the crook of Steve’s neck.

“What’s going on?” Steve murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“Harrington! You’re fucking my sister?” Dustin yelled from the doorway. Steve stiffened.

“Dustin, hey, c’mon, let’s talk about this.” He pleaded, his heart hammering in your ear.

“I told you she was off-limits! There was one rule Steve! One rule!” Dustin’s voice was filled with anger and hurt.

“Dus-”

“Forget it.” Dustin slammed the door behind him but you could still hear his voice faintly. “Code red. I repeat, code red. Steve Harrington is fucking my sister-” before the front door slammed. You bit your lip, a tear rolling onto steve’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” You mumbled into his skin.

“I’m sorry baby. I should’ve locked the doors.” He whispered.

“We have to talk to him.” You said with a sigh, gently moving out of his grip to get dressed.

You sat in silence, the window wipers squeaking every few minutes.

“Are we going in?” Steve asked softly. You bit your lip, looking at your house.

“In a minute.” You said, barely audible. Steve’s hand found yours, his thumb tapping to the beat of the song gently. “Tell me we have to go in. Otherwise, I’ll just sit here forever.” You mumbled. Steve smiled, squeezing your hand gently.

“C’mon, we have to do it.” He told you. You sighed, opening your car door.

Six heads snapped up as you opened the door. Six eyes narrowed when they saw you and Steve. Six people sat in silence, waiting for you to speak.

“Jeez, who died?” Steve asked, laughing awkwardly. You elbowed him. “Sorry.” He hissed, his hand brushing yours repeatedly. You wanted to take it, but you knew if you held his hand, you’d get six more death stares.

“Well, well, well.” Dustin said, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. “Care to explain why you’re here?”

“Dustin, let me ex-” Steve stepped forward.

“There’s nothing to explain, Steve. You knew she was off-limits.” Dustin said. Steve ducked his head shamefully.

“Can we… privately?” He asked, nodding towards the others on the couch.

“Fine. Come with me.” Dustin said dramatically, leading Steve to his room. You stood awkwardly, unsure what to do now Dustin had left.

“Look, we’re all secretly thrilled, but Dustin’s upset.” Max broke the silence. You breathed a sigh of relief. “How long?” she asked.

“Like almost a year.” You said quietly.

“You kept it a secret for that long?” Mike raised his eyebrows at you.

“I didn’t know how to tell him. I definitely didn’t want him to find out like that.” You murmured. You jumped when Dustin’s door opened.

“Okay, guys, we aren’t that mad any-” Dustin froze, seeing the others crowded around you. “Were you guys even mad at all?” He asked.

“Not really.” Lucas said with a shrug.

“We’ve all been secretly rooting for them for ages.” Mike said. Dustin sighed.

“I’ll let you two continue to see each other on one condition.” He announced.

“Let us?” Steve asked, his eyebrows raised. Dustin ignored him.

“No gross or lovey-dovey stuff in front of me. I don’t wanna see that. And, lock your doors Steve.”

Y/n: Hey babe, Can you help me with my zipper?

Steve: Of course, love.

[…]

Y/n: Up, Steven.

Steve: Oh.

Hangman: I told Rooster that his ears turn red when he lies.

Y/N: Do they?

Hangman: No.

Y/N: Then why did you tell him that?

Hangman: Because I can do this.

Hangman: Hey Rooster! Do you love Y/N?

Rooster, with his hands over his ears: No…

Joe Keery as Steve Harrington in STRANGER THINGS Season 4 (2022)

The twins on the next episode of WandaVision

Happy: “Kid–,”

Peter, looking absolutely betrayed: “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Happy: “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I swear. I thought you knew.”

Peter, dramatic as hell: “Five years.”

Happy: “Peter–,”

Peter: “I spent five years believing that your god-given name was Happy Hogan.”

Happy: “—I’ll buy you ice cream or something, anything, just please don’t cry—,”

Peter, already tearing up: “I don’t even know who you are anymore, Harold.”

Peter: You too?!

Pepper: Peter-

Peter: No! I don’t want to hear it, Virginia

Peter: I just can’t believe they would lie to me

Bruce: What do you mean?

Peter: Happy and Pepper lied about their names!!! Like who would even do that?!!?!

Bruce, sweating: Haha yeah…

Peter: At least I can still count on you, Bucky.

Bucky: *opens his mouth to speak, but says nothing*

Peter, sobbing: “Mr. Stark, my whole life is a lie.” Tony, unsure if Peter knows that his first name is Anthony, and not Mr: *Pats consoling and tries not to panic* “The world has done you wrong, kiddo.”

Tony: Hey Rhodey, how was the training workshop?

Rhodey: Ugh. They made us wear name badges.

Peter: But why does your badge say Jim?

Rhodey: Because there’s always at least two other James’ in the room, so it reduces confusion.

Peter: James?!

Tony: *makes frantic ‘shut up’ gestures*