Steve Rogers + Side Profile 

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OK but Eddie having already known about the monsters in Hawkins because he ALSO found a lil slug boi scavenging in the trailer park and adopted it.

Much like D'Art it did also die when the gate closed, and Eddie was for a few weeks completely inconsolable cause he figured he did something wrong, but it never left with the others, didn't attack people, or other animals because Eddie fed it properly and while it was connected to the flyer, it chose to stay with Eddie.

Eddie had it fetching sticks and asking for belly rubs haha.

It’s like one of those pet sweaters- if he tries to move he just tips over. 🌽

how about steve and his gf hearing their bub do a proper laugh for the first time 🥺

I realized when I finished this that it wasn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway ily 🥺 dad!steve owns my heart

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Connor was a vocal baby, cooing and squealing at you and Steve, or whatever caught his attention. Despite this, he still had yet to really laugh at anything. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Steve’s part, though, as he made faces and funny sounds at his little boy, or tickled his tummy in hopes for even the smallest giggle. He’d press his lips to Connor’s tummy and blow an obnoxious raspberry, to only get a gummy smile in return. Steve would pout and pick Connor up, pressing kisses to his chubby baby cheeks, “You don’t think daddy’s funny, huh, little man?”

“He just hasn’t figured it out yet, babe,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek, “I’m sure he thinks you’re hilarious.”

“Like you think I’m hilarious?” Steve gave you a cheeky grin.

“Oh, yeah, definitely, baby.”

It finally happened one evening, though, as you were giving Connor a bath. You’d just finished rinsing him off as he splashed at the water curiously, and quickly realized you’d forgotten to grab his pajamas out of the nursery. Letting out a groan, you called out, “Steve, baby? Can you grab Connor’s pajamas from the changing table?”

“Yeah, one sec!” Steve called back loudly from the bedroom, getting up to run to the nursery.

You turned back to your little boy, wiping the pad of your thumb over his forehead to get rid of some suds you’d missed, “Daddy’s coming with your jammies, bub, and we’ll get you all dried off and cozy in them. How does that sound?”

Hearing Steve’s footsteps back towards the bathroom, you plucked Connor out of the water and quickly grabbed the towel you’d left on the counter, wrapping him up in it. You hugged him to your chest, hand rubbing over his small back to dry him off as you turned towards the door.

You’d accidentally left one of the bathroom cabinets under the sink open, and noticed it just as Steve started walking in, “Here you go, babe—“

Steve had been moving quickly, not wanting his baby to get cold, and ran straight into the corner of the open cabinet, banging his shin into it forcefully, “Fuckin’ hell! Jesus, that fucking hurts!”

You grimaced, watching as Steve bent over in pain. “Shit— I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to leave it open—“ In normal circumstances, you were both usually pretty good at not swearing when your baby was around, even if he didn’t understand it.

Before Steve could reply, though, Connor who had been watching with wide eyes burst into a loud fit of giggles, absolutely delighted at the chaos in front of him. You looked at him and then quickly looked to Steve, trying to hold back your own laughter, and slapped your free hand over your mouth. When Steve realized what was happening, his head shot up, eyes disbelieving. His jaw dropped and he let out a huff, “Oh, so Daddy’s pain is what’s funny to you? That’s what makes you laugh? You’re such a stinker.”

“Are you okay, love?” you asked, still biting back your laugh until you knew he wasn’t seriously injured.

Rubbing his hand over his shin, Steve sighed, “Gonna leave one hell of a bruise, but I’m fine. More hurt that his first real laugh was at my pain.”

You brushed your pinky down your baby’s nose, finally letting out the laugh you’d been holding in, “That’s not very nice to laugh at your daddy when he’s hurt, baby boy. You should apologize.”

Connor only laughed again, nose scrunching up towards his eyebrows, making him look like an exact replica of Steve. You pressed a kiss to his cheek as you asked, “As long as you’re not bleeding out, could you get him in his pajamas? I’ll clean up in here.” You gestured to the water that had splashed on the floor from the bath, and the towels and baby clothes that had been strewn everywhere.

“Alright, c’mon, trouble maker,” Steve pretended to sigh as he took his little boy into his arms, settling him against his front. As he walked out of the bathroom, Steve put on an exaggerated limp, not even using the correct leg, causing you to burst into laughter as you rolled your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend.

Steve laid Connor onto your bed, dropping the footie pajamas onto the bedspread next to him. He crouched down to be at a better height as he dried his little boy off and got him into a diaper. “No wonder you get along with Auntie Robin and Uncle Dustin so well, huh? You think my pain is funny like they do. They’ve been teaching you naughty things when they babysit, haven’t they?”

His son smiled up at him as if he agreed with Steve and reached up with his small hands, trying to grab at the few loose strands of Steve’s hair that had fallen into his face. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” Steve mumbled, giving in easily as he bent down so Connor could grab his hair, and then pushed his nose against Connor’s cheek. He started peppering small kisses all over his little boy’s face, fingers pressing into his bare tummy to tickle him, causing soft giggles to escape him. Not quite the same laugh as earlier, but it made Steve happy nonetheless, and instantly was his favorite sound.

It wasn’t until Steve tried to sit up again that he heard the same laugh from earlier, one from his little boy’s chest. His fingers were still clutching Steve’s hair as he’d tried to sit up, causing Steve to let out a huff, face twisting up, “Ouch! Let go, bub!”

because I've seen a couple posts like this recently:

Do not be discouraged if you see someone with the same idea for a fic as you! Because that's what we want--the same exact stories, over and over, through the unique lens of each writer! That's the beauty of fanfiction: you can read the same story, slightly to the left, as many times as possible!

So please, post that fic that has the same premise as someone else. Write your version of it, and rest assured knowing that at the very least, one person will be delighted to find the same kind of story as one they just finished!

How about Derek Hale seeing his gf wearing his shirt for the first time?

"So you're the clothes stealer hm?" Derek smiled against your shoulder as he pulled you into his lap. He was still in bed when he noticed his shirt missing, granted it was hard to locate any clothes in the mess his room was because of last nights activities but his nose didn't lie.

"Guilty." You cupped his cheeks as you took your seat on his lap, your bare thighs pressing against his. He was still naked. Oh. "You didn't get dressed at all?"

Derek smirked and pulled the shirt down, his mouth hot against the skin of your shoulder, "I would, but someone stole my favorite shirt. You have your own."

"Oh now you want me in my clothes?" You teased as you pointed out the scratch marks on your legs that the shirt barely covered, "I need to cover these up Derek. I'm not going out in shorts."

"But you were happy to ask for them. And you seem happy to let people know we're together. Everyone saw that kiss yesterday, and they're sure as hell gonna smell me on you even if you don't walk out wearing my shirt." Part of him wanted to see you wearing his clothes, "How about you wear it only for me?" But the other possessive wolf part of him wanted you for himself.

el was fighting boredom at the weekly dnd night at steve's house. she lost the plot thirty minutes ago when eddie brought out something called a pseudodragon that got the entire table up to their feet, screaming in frustration and fear. she knew what a dragon was but what does pseudo mean? no one could give her a clear answer and eddie was too impatient to let anyone explain, moving the plot along, promising to tell her later. 

el gave up, walking away from the table and finding steve in the separated living room, tv on, popcorn bowl in his lap. she sat down next to him with an annoyed hmph. 

steve smirked in her direction, "finally got tired of all the nerd shit, huh?"

she sighed, "i do not mind listening to the story. it can be fun sometimes. but the words are too long and no one has time to explain to me what they mean. it makes me feel...." 

steve nodded, understanding clear on his face, "i get it. they talk so fast and loud, nothing they say ends up making any sense. or they'll get mad for even daring to ask. as if we grew up reading novel length fantasy books or whatever. don't worry, i'm sure once they finish up, they'll tell you all about it." 

el smiled, glad to have someone else to be confused with her. she looked over at the tv. "what are you watching?" 

"hmm? oh, i was just catching up on the baseball game. here, you can change the channel if you want." 

she took the remote being handed to her, about to do just that, when suddenly she heard booing coming from the screen. a man in a pinstripe uniform, wearing a mitten was running towards another man with a metal cage on his face. she could see the two men were yelling, the man with the mitten being pulled back by other men wearing the same pinstripe shirt. the booing got louder. 

"why are they angry?"

steve blinked, looking between el and back to the screen. "uhh, not too sure but from the looks of it, the pitcher thinks the umpire made a bad call." 

el blinked back, head tilted. 

"right, yeah, okay. so, you see the guy being pulled back? that's the pitcher, he throws the ball so that the guy with the bat can either hit or miss. they're on opposite teams so it's the pitchers job to make the hitter miss the ball. but he has to throw it in a way that gives the hitter a fair shot of hitting. the umpire is the one being yelled at and he isn't on anyone's team. he makes sure that the pitcher and hitter don't try to cheat, to make the game fair. sometimes, like right now, the umpire will make a call that a throw was out of bounds, meaning it wasn't thrown properly and that can make the pitcher angry. cause again, his whole job is to throw the ball and make the hitter miss. if the umpire says it wasn't thrown fairly, that will let the hitter walk onto the base. does that make sense?"

slowly she nodded, watching now with rapt attention. the angry men were scattering, the pitcher, going back to his little hill in the middle of the field. 

"and they do not....want the other team to go on the bases? the squares on the corners?"

steve lit up, beaming, "that's right! the whole point of the game is for the team to hit the ball and get as many people on their team to touch each base and return back to the first square. the more people who touch all the bases, the more points they get and win the game." 

el smiled back, sitting up straighter as she let steve's impassioned explanation envelop her with a sense of pride. it reminded her of will when he got really into a piece of d&d lore, how he would slow down to make sure she followed along and would go back to break down some of the more complicated bits. 

but steve seemed to catch himself, face flushing and his smile growing smaller in a self deprecating way. "sorry, this all must sound super boring to you. we can put on a movie if you want, i got loads." 

she shook her head before he finished his sentence. "no! it is not boring. it looks kind of fun. can we keep watching?" 

shock colored his face but the smile lost its touch of shyness and a light feeling bloomed in el's stomach. 

"sure thing kid. let me know if you get lost. gotta warn you, though, i'm kind of bad at it." 

she shook her head again and bumped her shoulder against his. "the way you explain things...is easy to follow. i like it." his entire face softened, hand ruffling her hair before placing the bowl of popcorn into her lap. 

"why is the pitcher standing on that little hill?"

"it's called the mound. pitchers can throw the ball faster if they throw it downhill towards the hitter." 

"who is that man squatting behind the hitter?"

"that's the catcher. he and the pitcher communicate using hand signals to let each other know where they want the ball to go cause they're on the same team. if the ball is thrown and the catcher doesn't catch it, that could get the hitter a freebie or another chance to hit the ball. the hitter gets three chances to hit and if he misses, it goes to the next hitter." 

they continue like that for the rest of the night, el asking question after question and steve answering the all to the best of his ability. she appreciates it when he lets her know that some questions leave him stumped. he promises to find the answer and let her know the next time watch together.

"if you want, i mean. there's usually a game on when the heathens play here." 

el nods, excited for the first time for d&d night to come around again

Happy Birthday Chris

Eddie: *sneaking in through Steve’s window*

Steve: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Eddie: I was with Robin?

Robin: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?